As my fingers run through the short dark brown hair on my head, I wonder just how I ended up here; sitting at my desk naked, next to my best friend of the last 20 years after having sex for the first time with her. I look down at Krissie and smile, twisting a lock of her jet-black hair in my fingers. My thoughts floating back over the last few months, trying to place just where our relationship had changed from what it had been to this right here.
I really should explain just what is going on before I get too far into this. My name is Chris, a simple boring name for a simple boring geek. Yeah, I admit that I am a geek; it is easier than denying it. I have tried to dress cool, but really, I fall back to a select few styles of clothing. Jeans, some type of anime theme T-shirt, or an anime style over shirt and a plain T-shirt under it. I am on the skinny end, which I really do not care about that much; it is easier than being a fat nerd and get picked on even worst. Moreover, yes, true to form, I do wear geek glasses, black horn rimmed ones, but I think they are cool; and my opinion is the only one that matters. In general, though, I am just an average guy. I have not had that much luck with girls, until recently that is.
Krissie, damn, now here is someone that I NEVER thought I would end up sleeping with. As I said a bit ago, I have known Krissie for 20 years. We grew up together, played soccer as kids together on the same team, granted she was a lot better than I was. Our parents are best friends as well, making our families so close that our dad’s tore the fence splitting our backyards apart up the summer of our 6th birthday; just so that Krissie and I would have more room to play. The six of us have taken joint family vacations together many times. As we got older, our time together moved from spending it all the time playing games outside to being inside or sitting around on the back patio for long talks and laughs.
Krissie had always been the prettiest girl growing up. Krissie has the type of smile that can light a room up; it is just so infectious that no matter the mood you are in. Once you see her smile, you are unable to do anything but smile. Her naturally black hair always seemed to shine a bit in the light, no matter what time it was. I always have loved Krissie’s hair, damn, I could spend hours just looking at it and touching it. I know it sounds weird, but that is the truth man. As we got older, Krissie developed just as most other girls do. She developed a very nice set of breasts, perfect bounce to them as she ran yet they sat just right on her chest. Her legs and ass though is her best feature in my opinion. Long sculpted legs that she has always been proud of, which run right up to an ass to die for. But then again as she puts it, playing soccer almost year round for 15 years will do that to a person.
She always has been a little disappointed in that I quit playing soccer with her when we were eight. While she was improving every game, my soccer skills just were not there. It just was not fun any more for me. Now granted I still play occasionally in our backyard with Krissie, but nothing competitive. I found that my strengths lied in different areas. Instead of playing sports, I found a love for music and have been playing trumpet and sax in bands for a long time. Music has and probably still will be one of my biggest passions. Ska, blues, and jazz music run in my veins along with my blood. Krissie just cannot seem to understand, but she does love to hear me play, just as I love to watch her play.
With most guys though, Krissie would not get a second look. That is probably the hardest thing for her. Guys just see the Goth look that she wears daily, and make assumptions on the type of person that she is. Yeah, granted Krissie likes black make-up, and the majority of her clothes are black or on a darker color scheme, but these just make her a more beautiful person. Especially when she wears her favorite plaid mini skirt and a pair of black thigh high stockings, she pulls the evil yet innocent schoolgirl look off so damn well.
And now you know the basic back story of us, a boy and a girl, semi outcasts by the majority of our peers and yet still have a bit of popularity due to our activities during high school. Things changed a slight amount once we both started college, we found out that not everyone is a stuck up bitch like the popular circles in high school were. Even with this learned knowledge, our friendship did not wane. Too many years and too many more years to come were destined for us, we have stuck together to this point and no matter what, and we will see the rest of it through together.
Now though, I think I can say that last sentence with much more earnest. I think I love this girl, this beautiful girl who I have known my entire life. The one person I do not think I ever would have developed feelings for. Yet, I know I have finally, to be precise, I think I always have had feelings for Krissie. I just was too damn chicken to make a move on them.
That is the long distant past. I am not writing this for that, I am writing this now to tell you of how I ended up here, sitting at my desk with Krissie lying in my bed. And believe me, it is a story that is interesting to say the least.
About three months ago, I got a call on my cell from Krissie, asking me to pick her up at a party she was at. One of the girls on our school’s soccer team had thrown it for the team and a bunch of other people. I had always told Krissie that if she needed a ride, to call me, no matter what. Hanging up my phone, I slipped the book I had been reading back into the bookshelf. As I walked out my front door, I grabbed my car keys off the hook and ran to my car. Knowing Krissie, she probably had drunk a little too much and did not feel safe to drive, or else a drunken frat boy was bothering her. I knew I had to get to the house reasonably quickly before something happened. Knowing the location pretty well from having been there numerous times the one time I dated one of the other girls on the team and just odd and end functions for the soccer team, I soon found myself parked in front of the house. Loud music poured out of the soccer house and into the street, bodies strewn all over the front yard and on top of the parked cars in the driveway and in the street. Shaking my head lightly, I laughed and ran into the house, stepping over a few couples as I made my way in, letting my eyes roam the packed rooms looking for Krissie’s unmistakable blue bangs and black hair.
After a few minutes of futile searching, I finally spotted Candace, one of Krissie’s teammates and pulled her aside. I asked if she knew where Krissie was, which lead into an unprovoked tirade by Candace. Until this time, I had not known that her entire team had hated Krissie. Candace let me know that everyone hated Krissie, not just for her ability, but for the way she dressed as well; that she was not normal for dressing how she does. Candace, in her drunken state finally told me that Krissie had ran out into the back yard after she had been told all of these things. Feeling a level of anger that was foreign to me, I pushed Candace away from me just as she seemed to start hitting on me. Looking her in the eyes, I told her just how disgusted I was with her and walked away, the din of her voice as she told me off quickly drowned out by the roar of the party.
As I finally made it out to the backyard, I found the target of my quest. Sitting alone on one of those plastic patio chairs, Krissie’s shoulders heaved as she cried. I called out her name and sprinted over to her, the look on Krissie’s face just about killed me. The total destruction of what she was laid evident in her eyes as she looked at me. Her heart broken by those that she had thought were her friends cloaked her heavily around the shoulders. My heart went out to my best friend as my arms slid around her waist, holding onto her as she collapsed into me. Her arms slid tightly around my neck, a desperate grasp to a lifeline as she drowned in her sorrow, soaking the shoulder of my shirt in tears.
