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Part 55

Chrissie just looked at me and said, “Red, you can say ‘No’, and it will be okay, it will not change anything, I will still be here. Can I please hug you?”—I just nodded and that was all I had to do. She took care of the rest; next thing I knew, I was just sinking onto her. I wasn’t crying, not overly sad… just confused, overwhelmed, conf-whelmed?

While she was holding me, Chrissie didn’t say anything other than, “You can stay there as long as you want, pretty girl. I am not going anywhere.” I stayed there for about two minutes, just soaking everything in. I was a little embarrassed—I didn’t know where all that came from; it just burst out of me.

After a little while, I broke the hug and said, “I am sorry, Chrissie. I don’t know what came over me.” She soothingly told me that I did not have to apologize for anything and that was what she was there for. I just said, “Thank you.” To my surprise, she said, “No, Red, thank you. Thank you for allowing me to be part of this moment, for your vulnerability, and for your trust.”

In an attempt to get her to smile, I said, “I will try not to call you Jiggles anymore.” She smiled and said, “You can call me anything you want, Red… we’re in this together.”

Hm… that was reassuring, but just how, in the electric fucks, were we in this together? It wasn’t like she was going to go talk to Mom and say, “Hey Mrs. Mom, it’s okay for your daughter to date my boyfriend… who just happens to be older than you, and don’t you worry, he takes spanking classes.”

Anyway, I said, “Sooo, Ms. Jiggles… what do I do?” She smiled and said, “I am not sure about that nickname. I like it, but I don’t know… it just does not seem to have… longevity, and I think we’ll be in each other’s lives for a long time. Promise me that you will try to think of another one.” I smiled and said, “I promise I will try, but Jiggles fits you so well!” She smiled, but I knew she wanted a new nickname, or no nickname at all.

After a little back and forth, she finally decided to answer my question, saying, “I had the exact same problem when I first started seeing Gabriel, and I asked him what I should do.”—I was hanging on her every word—“He told me to just be honest. They might be mad for a little while, but eventually, they would get over it… and they did. Gabriel said that it might be uncomfortable for a little while, but it was not nearly as uncomfortable as it would be to have to lie every day about everything and then eventually have to tell the truth anyway.

He was right. After about a month, everything was back to normal, and I was able to live my life as I wanted to… they didn’t like it, they still don’t, but we are able to live as a family, and I get to have my Sir… and, pretty girl, that is the best advice I can give you.” I smiled and said, “So, in a way, you wanted to have your cake and eat it too, just like Gabriel!” We both laughed.

I guess once I got off my high horse and over my own hypocrisy… just like Gabriel and just like Chrissie… I wanted to have my cake and eat it too.

I said, “Alright, Chrissie, I think you’re right, but I may have to build up some courage.” She smiled and said, “Yup, you sound just like me… except prettier.” I blushed a little, but not as much as before, and said, “You, lady, are ba-na-nas.” Then we both started singing, “🎶B-a-n-a-n-a-s🎶,” and we laughed at ourselves for a few seconds. Don’t judge; I was younger.

I said, “Seriously though, Chrissie, you’re so gorgeous. What are you talking about?” She smiled and said, “I know! And I have the ass to go with it, right?”—then she started singing and doing the Chrissie dance—“🎶You see it, you like it!🎶”

I just stared at her and said, “You’re not going to make me blush and get shy; you may as well stop trying.” She said, “Oh, is that right!? Challenge accepted, Re-di-ance!”

Ah, shit… What did I just do?

Anyway, as we kept talking, 7 p.m. crept in, and I was no longer able to consume anything that wasn’t water. I asked Chrissie why Gabriel was having me do this, and she said, “Gabriel knows what he is doing. I promise it is a good thing. I know it seems crazy, but every time he asks me to do something I think is crazy, it always works out in my favor, so just trust him a little.” I tried to pry and find out what it was or why, but Chrissie was a tough nut to crack when she didn’t want to divulge something, especially if it had something to do with Gabriel.

I asked, “Did you have to do it?” She smiled and said, “I do it at least once a week, but it is just part of my life now.”

Interesting. Now I was more curious than before. I mean, I was not completely ignorant—I knew people fasted for different reasons, but for which reason I was doing it… was a mystery.

I was also curious about how Chrissie felt about the whole schedule thing. I mean, I was “on duty” three days a week, but she only had one day. I wanted to know more about it, but I had to be cautious about the way I asked—I didn’t want to accidentally stumble into some information that might make me feel uncomfortable. Yeah, I know, I said I was getting comfortable, but better safe than sorry; I didn’t want to accidentally run into, “Oh, he fucks my lips on Wednesdays,” you know?

I asked, “Chrissie, how do you deal with the whole scheduling thing? I mean, you can only see him one day a week; that’s got to be tough.” She took a second to think and said, “I’ve gotten used to it by now; it’s been like this for about four months. I used to have four days with him, but then he decided that if I was going to be pursuing a monogamous relationship with someone else, it would be healthy for both of us to limit the amount of time we spend together.

He felt that if we were constantly together, I would put my goal of a monogamous relationship on the back burner. It was tough, but he was right… I did throw a fit in the beginning though.” She laughed and continued, “Don’t ever tell him you have a goal unless you’re 100% serious about it; he will push you to work on it,” and we both laughed.

I made a mental note to make sure I kept my goals to myself, because I did not want to be demoted to one day a week—I was enjoying this too much.

I continued, “I don’t know, Chrissie, sounds rough to only have one day. I have three, and I almost threw a fit of my own.” She smiled and said, “Red, you have to understand how it works. Simply because I have one day, it does not mean that I can only see him one day, not at all. It just means that that one day is reserved for me, the same as three days are reserved for you.

But if Gabriel has time, wants to have dinner, or needs a ‘glass of water,’”—we both laughed, and she continued—“he will not hesitate to call. Our Sir is not shy about his needs and desires.

That schedule is there to reserve time for us, not to prevent us from seeing him.
At the same time, if we need or want to see him, we can… as long as it doesn’t get in the way of other things he has to do.”

Holy shit! I hadn’t thought of it that way! The schedule is there to reserve time for me, not to keep me away from him… that changed everything! Now I felt special!

Oh! I am so letting him fuck my lips!

In an effort to calm down—because I was curious, and, if I’m being honest, a little excited about the whole standing “Gabriel reservations” and the thought that I was kind of looking forward to the lips thing—I asked Chrissie what she did on the days she wasn’t with Gabriel. She replied, “I train martial arts, I spend time with my family, and, well, I messed up by telling Gabriel that I wanted to learn to sing, so he has me going to some singing classes. Sometimes Gabriel asks me to go train with him and his friends… I stay busy!”

Geesh! She’s a busybody!

I said, “Yeah, I was wondering about his training with his friends and if that was something that included me at some point.” She said, “I’m sure you’ll be joining him at some point, but first he likes for us to know the basics… besides, he doesn’t really like to fight on the ground. He knows how; it’s just not his thing, but he knows the value in learning it.” Then she paused and said, “Damn it, Red! I told you I did not want tonight to be about Gabriel! You sneaky little shit!”

We laughed, and she said, “I have to keep my eyes on you; you’re good! Your curiosity game is next level!” I argued that it was not on purpose; the conversation just went there.

Eventually, she asked me if I was going to go to class with her again, and I said yes; I really enjoyed everything that happened that day. I said, “If training days are anything like today, we can do this every day if you want! Except the days when I am with Gabriel, of course—those days are RESERVED for our Sir.” She just looked at me and said, “I don’t like you very much right now, Ms. Three Days… little witch, I can’t stand you.”

Then I said, “Hush, Chrissie, you love me; you just don’t know it yet.” We laughed, and I said, “Shhh, shhh, shhh, Jiggles, just let it happen…” Not to be outdone, she said, “Not as much as you love my ass, apparently.” And that won the battle for her—I couldn’t say anything else without incriminating myself, or lying, which is something we don’t do in this family.

I took my defeat graciously and quietly tried to change the subject to the whole master safe word we were supposed to talk about.

The jiggly bitch had a heart and allowed me to sidestep the jab about the ass and said, “Yeah, we better go… I promised Gabriel we would do that.” I paid the bill—with my boyfriend’s credit card, thank you very much—and we walked out.

As we walked to my car, Chrissie held my arm, very much in the same fashion that I would normally hold Gabriel’s, and it felt good. Almost as if I were protecting her, or just being there for her as she rested her head on my shoulder. It was a strange little contradiction: there I was, feeling like I was protecting her, when, throughout the day, she had proven that not only does she not need my protection—she protects me. But I felt good just being there for her, even if it was just for her to rest her head.

I did notice that, despite the fact that we had just taken two classes and had been sweating up a storm, she still smelled good… the jiggly bitch. I wondered if she could also smell me. Did I stink? Hopefully, I didn’t stink that bad.

When we got in the car, she happily exclaimed, “To Château d’Christin-eh, mon amour!” I’m a bit embarrassed to admit that I had no clue what she meant. After making fun of me for not knowing, she told me to drive to her place. I’m sure there was a part of her thinking, “Man! I wasted such a good line on this… peasant,” but no use crying over spilled milk—so off we went to her place.

Funny enough, Château d’Christin-eh was only about five minutes from my house. When I pulled up to her place, she instructed me to park where I could, and I did.

After a little bit of conversation, she said, “Okay, pretty girl, do you have a master safe word?” I replied that I did and told her it was “MAGENTA.” She was lost in thought for a few seconds and then said, “Oh! Golden Girls, that’s right.” I thought, “WTF! Suddenly everyone is a Golden Girls expert?” but I opted to say, “How did you know?” She explained that Gabriel had told her I enjoy the show, and it would be a good idea for them to watch it. She finished that off by saying, “Gabriel and I have been watching it… a lot funnier than I expected it to be.”

Wow! He was serious about learning things that I like… Lips, get ready; it is soooo going to happen!

Anyway, she then told me that her safe word was “GUINEP,” explaining that it’s a delicious fruit she used to eat when she was a kid.

And so it began. She had me say my safe word twenty-one times, and each time she would reply, “Yes, pretty girl, what do you need from me at this very moment?”

Then it was my turn, but I said, “Chrissie, is this really necessary?” and she responded, “Necessary or not, I promised my Sir that it would get done... and IT WILL GET DONE.”

Well, when you put it that way…

She said, “GUINEP,” and I would respond, “Yes, Chrissie, what do you need from me at this very moment?” About ten repetitions in, I felt the desire to replace her name with other things like “beautiful,” “gorgeous,” “pretty lady”… you get my meaning. The thing about it is that those weren’t just words; each time I said it, something grew inside me… something that urged me to genuinely care for her. Fascinating.

When we were done, she said, “See? It wasn’t all that bad.” I replied, “It wasn’t… but why twenty-one times?” She said, “We could do forty-two, but I have to warn you: if things keep going this way, by the time you get to thirty, you’ll be in love with me… more, that is,” and she went into a fit of giggles. I just said, “Are you done, Jiggles?” She replied, “One more minute, please,” and went back to giggling.

When all that was done, she said, “Before you go, let’s take a picture to celebrate our first beautiful evening together.” Sigh… I said, “Okay, Chrissie, but you’re asking for a lot; I’m not a picture person.” She replied, “So, that's a hard no on the spanking pictures and videos? Is that what you're trying to tell me? 'Cause I am not entirely sure I am ready to give up on that.”—and giggle she did… on and on and on.

When she was done, she said, “Stop it, Red; it’s just a picture. Trust me, Gabriel likes receiving them… like, reeeeeaaaally likes it.” I said, “Alright, Chrissie, take your picture,” and she aimed the camera at us. Then she said, “Oh no no no no no, my pretty girl. You have got to smile.”

I said, “I am!”

She looked at me and said, “Pretty girl, you don’t know how to smile, do you? No worries, it’s okay… I can teach you.”

She-can-teach-me??? What the fuck!? They took smiling fucking classes too?

So, after about ten minutes of Chrissie making me feel—and look—like an idiot, I finally understood; I learned how to smile. There was this whole technical side to it, but that would require a lot more writing… and maybe a PowerPoint.

Anyway, apparently, a smile is not just something you do with your lips and teeth. It’s this whole inner-world thing that touched me in a way I didn’t realize was possible… it’s a thing.

So, out came the camera, and she said, “Okay, let’s take the picture.” Before she could snap it, mid-smile, I said, “You’ve got me looking really stupid, Jiggles.” She replied, “Just smile like I showed you, fatso!” and we both lost it. She took the picture, and, once again, we both looked like we’d just been hit with a major case of giggles. The jiggly bitch gave me the giggles!

I said, “Who are you calling fatso? You’re the one with the ass that moves like it’s in a 24/7 rave!” She shot back, “An ass you just happen to love to look at, pretty girl.” And that was it—I’d had it. I said, “YES, you have a nice ass, and YES, I look at it, and YES, I like it… there! Are you happy, jiggly bitch?” She just said, “Yes, I am happy. You may leave. Me and the imperial ass must rest; you are now dismissed.” We both fell into a good stretch of unabashed, no-holds-barred laughter.

Chrissie then looked into my eyes, got close, pressed her forehead against mine, and said, “Red, I REALLY enjoyed today, and I really enjoy you and your company. Thank you so much for coming out and spending time with me. I really appreciate it.” I was at a loss for words, so I just said, “Thank you, Chrissie. I loved every minute of it.” She kissed my forehead and started to get out of the car.

Once she was out, she said, “Red, look,” as she wiggled her ass in my direction. I let out a frustrated exhale and said, “Yes, Chrissie, the class has seen it; now put that thing away before you hurt someone.” We laughed, and off she went, jiggling her ass… I just know she did it on purpose.

As she walked away, I knew she’d turn back to see if I was looking at her, and something came over me. I did something I never thought I’d do in a million years—I met her gaze and didn’t look away until she did. It was exhilarating!

It was my own little victory for the night.

to be continued...