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Part 54

While she was explaining, it all made sense in a way, but I didn’t know how to get there myself. Yet, the thought of her thinking about me when she is alone, and me looking at her lips while she talked… well, one thought led to another. Before I knew it, I was imagining Gabriel doing the things to her lips that he said he’d do to mine… and I wasn’t upset—I was… Not upset, let’s leave it at that.

As we continued to eat our soup, between laughter and me grilling the poor jiggly bitch, her phone rang, and when she picked up, she said, “Hello, Sir, is there a need or desire that I can satisfy for you at this moment?”—I thought, What the fuck?—and then she continued, “Yes, we’re still together… Yes, sir… I will make sure that happens… Thank you… I love you too.” Then she got one of her mischievous smiles on her face and said, “Red loves you too, Sir… she just doesn’t know it yet…” and hung up.
I was flabbergasted and said, “Chrissie!! What are you doing?!” Instead of defending her insolence, audacity, and presumption, she broke into one of her trademark giggling fits, rattling every part of her being as if she were sitting on a massage chair at the mall. This time, I could not join her in laughter; I was… I don’t know, embarrassed? Shocked? Both?

Eventually, her laughter stopped, and she said, “Calm down, my love! He had hung up already… but that look on your face is a-fucking-dorable!”—Oh, the relief, I can’t convey it. I just said, “Christina, you play too much!” She just said, “It’s part of my charm.”

Anyway, back to grilling. —If she can embarrass me, I can grill her some more. I said, “Chrissie, is that how you are supposed to answer the phone? With the needs and desires thing? Do you always answer it that way?” She quickly replied, “If you are asking if I do it because he instructed me to, NO. I do it because I mean it. And yes, I always answer his calls that way.”

I asked, “Why? I am not saying that it is wrong, I am just curiiiiiiooooouuuus.”—hey, if she thought my curiosity is adorable, I was going to give her an adorability OD!

She responded, “Because I mean it. If he has a need or a desire right now that he needs me to satisfy, IT WILL GET DONE. If he calls me right now and tells me that he needs a glass of water, or needs to cum, I will do whatever it takes to make that happen. You will be left here on your own… or you can come with me… to get him that glass of water, that is.”—and off she went, laughing it up again.

I must admit, the more she made her jokes and efforts to embarrass me, the more comfortable I became with them. I guess Gabriel was right when he said that if I sit through the discomfort, it will slowly become less uncomfortable.

Also, there was a part of me that wondered if there would come a time in the future when we’ll be at dinner, and he would call us to go help him, you know… not get water; and we might say, “let’s go help him.”

JFC, this curiosity of mine!!! “adorable” indeed, yeah, let’s call it that.

N-E-WAY! I asked, “Would you really leave me here? To go, you know… NOT get water?” She swiftly said, “Absolutely! That’s not even a question, I’ve left family gatherings for less than that.”

This was perplexing to me; I just could not understand it. I mean, she is obviously a family-oriented girl… she clearly treasures her family.

Strangely enough, I didn’t take it personally when she said that she’d leave me here. I could understand; I am two encounters removed from being a total stranger, but her family… Could she be THAT horny???

I asked, “Can I ask WHY?” She did not hesitate to reply, “Sure you can! But I am not sure I can give you a completely satisfying answer. I am just committed to serving him in the best way I can, and unless there is some sort of dire emergency, I will do whatever I can do, and a little bit more, to make sure his needs and desires are satisfied.”

She is committed, I will give her that, though I was not sure how she came to be that committed. I asked, “I understand, at least I think I do. I am just trying to understand why you’re so committed?” She looked at me, as if she could not understand what I was saying, and it took her a second to respond, “Ah! I get it! You are trying to figure out what my motivation is, right?” – I nodded and she continued, “It is not that complicated, Red. I am fully committed to serving him; it brings me joy and fulfillment to tend to his needs. I can’t imagine a life where he calls on me to fulfill his needs and I wouldn’t. It really is that simple.

Let me try to give you an example: You are going to be having sex, that is a given; you need it, so it will happen. You could choose from a lot of men to do it with, yet you’ve chosen Gabriel to be the person that you’ll be having, nasty, indecent, uncivilized, dirty, dirty, filthy, immoral sex with, right?” — she giggled, I blushed, and she continued, “Well, I am going to be submissive, I am going to serve SOMEBODY, and I have chosen Gabriel to be that person.
I think that you think it is something about him, that makes me be this way, is that right?” — I nodded, and she said, “That’s your problem right there, silly. You think it is about him, but it is about me. It is about satisfying my own needs to submit and serve. Now, I will admit that, if I am going to be this way with anybody, I am glad it is with him. I mean, he does take care of me in every way that is meaningful to me.

Literally, right now, as you’re looking at me with those beautiful eyes, he is taking another spanking class. And while he does enjoy doing these things, he is not only doing it for himself; he is doing it for US, for you and me, unless you don’t like getting spanked, but I do, it is like therapy for me, so I will take your share if you’re not into it.” — she laughed, and I got bold enough to say, “No, thank you, Jiggles. I will keep my share of (in air quotes) ‘therapy’, thank you very much.” She looked at me, giggled, and said, “What did you just call me?”

FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!! I got too excited.

I said, “Nothing Chrissie, I am sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” she smiled and said, “Did you call me, ‘Jiggles’?” I was caught, I could not take it back. I hated myself at that moment, I wanted to hide under the table. Chrissie insisted, saying, “Red, you can tell me. I want to know! I get curious too.” I said, “I am sorry Chrissie, please don’t be mad at me. I swear I didn’t mean anything bad by it.” Chrissie replied, “Red, I am not mad, I promise. But I want to know why you called me that. Pleeeeeeease? I won’t be mad if you tell me, but I will be sad if you don’t tell me.” — she pouted and gave me sad eyes.

I was ashamed, I couldn’t even look into her eyes. I said, “I am sorry, Chrissie. Please don’t be mad at me.” And she said, “Red, look at me, it’s me, Christina, the one that left lip gloss on Gabriel’s lips so you could taste it… it is ok to tell me why you call me ‘Jiggles’” — AHA! She did it on purpose, I knew it! The jiggly bitch!

My mouth opened as I looked at her and said, “I knew you did it on purpose, Jiggles!” — and she went on to one of her giggling fits, but this time I joined in. Then she said, “Good, now that we can both agree that we’re both hilarious and immature bitches, can we puh-lease move on to the part where you tell me why you called me ‘Jiggles’?”

My shame was gone, and I knew whatever I said, she had it coming. However, there was a side of me that was glad that things were out in the open, so I said, “The other night, when you did the lip gloss thing, when you walked away, you were making your butt jiggle, and that is the first time you became ‘Jiggles’ in my mind.” — Hey! Give me some credit, I am not that stupid, it was much too early to tell her it was actually “jiggly bitch.”

To my disappointment, she did not find the whole thing THAT funny. She CLAIMED that she didn’t do the butt thing on purpose, that it does that on its own… but I will find out the truth, Jiggles.

Anyway, back to grilling, I asked, “So, is he really in a spanking class? They have spanking classes?” She explained that they do have them, and Gabriel takes classes depending on who the instructor is. That night, it happened to be Orpheus Black, the guru I had met the night before, and Gabriel decided to take that class.

I said, “Oh yeah, I met him at the MAsT meeting. He seemed like an interesting person.” Chrissie said, “Yeah, Gabriel has a good relationship with him, they’ve been working together for a while.” I asked, “Working together? Doing what?” — but apparently, that is where the question train stopped. Chrissie said, “THAT is not up to me discuss. If you want to know about that, Gabriel is the man to ask.”

This was the first time I saw Chrissie being firm about not answering my questions, so I couldn’t say anything other than, “Okay, I understand,” that did not mean I was not going to try to find out, it just meant it was going to take a little longer.

Chrissie then continued, “And that’s one of the things I love about him, he is out there taking a class, learning new things that will make us feel good. And even with that, he stepped out of the class to call us, to check if we’re fine and make sure that you and I talk about our master safe words.
Don’t get me wrong, he does enjoy it, a lot, but can you blame him? Have you seen my ass? I know you have, it jiggles, right?” — and off she went, to giggle land, while I sat there staring at her, waiting for her to return.

When she finally came back, she said, “Come on Red, that was funny! It’s okay, you can look! It didn’t just happen yesterday, it’s been there my whole life. I am used to people looking at it… and give me cute nicknames, like ‘Jiggles’” — I couldn’t help but laugh with her, it was ridiculous… and a little true.

I decided to finally take a stand and say, “Chrissie, when I told you about your nickname, I told you in confidence. You can’t call me out on my shit if I told you in confidence.” We laughed a little, she gave me a suggestive look and said, “It’s okay my love, your secret is safe with me.”

I noticed that my discomfort was dissipating quickly. Not that I was on board with anything, but I was starting to be okay with her flirtatious nature. I figured, or convinced myself, that she is so friendly and bubbly, she probably just flirts with everyone.

Chrissie then looked at her watch and said, “Pretty lady, I know you can’t eat after 7, so if you are going to want to do dessert, we need to get going. You have about 45 minutes before you can’t eat anything.” I replied, “Do you want to get dessert?” — she looked at me and said, “Are you seriously under the impression that it’s optional? I worked very hard, and I am getting dessert!”

We scurried up to pay the bill, and as Gabriel predicted, Chrissie tried to pay for dinner, but I told her that I was under strict instructions to pay. I showed her Gabriel’s card, and that was the end of it.

As we walked out, Chrissie said there was a place down the street that had some good cheesecake, which she loved, so it was an easy walk.

Chrissie said that we would work out the safe word part later, because she wanted to do it in a more private place. She explained that nothing gets people ogling more than two pretty girls talking about safe words in public.

Did you read that? I was one of the pretty girls! I felt good, embarrassed, but GOOD. Damn right we’re pretty girls!

When we got to the place, we sat down and ordered tea and cheesecake.
I said to Chrissie, “Don’t judge me, I am going to eat fast because I want to get more before 7.” — she laughed and said, “You’re so freaking cute! Don’t worry, I will join you, you’ve earned it.”

Hey! I was going to starve till who knows when, I had to fuel up! Leave it to Gabriel to mess up my messy food intake schedule.

Chrissie then said, “Pretty girl, I want to thank you for coming out with me today. I’m really enjoying your company, and it was so good having you in class with me.” I said, “No Chrissie, thank you! If it wasn’t for you, I would’ve spent the evening sitting around, doing nothing, and it’s been so much fun. I want to do it again!”

We ate our first piece of cheesecake FAST; it was delicious, and even if I didn’t have to stop eating at 7, I would probably want to order seconds anyway. After that, we got our second serving, and everything went back to normal speed.

Chrissie told me about her family and how her parents came from very humble beginnings. Her father had two jobs most of her life, her mother had one, and they still struggled to stay afloat, but somehow managed to help her through school.

I could see why she felt indebted to them and did not want to break their hearts, but it was still tough to digest.

And then again, there I was, scared shitless to talk to Mom about Gabriel’s age, because who knew how she was going to react.

I decided to confide in Chrissie, or at least test the waters. I said, “So, how did your parents react when you started seeing Gabriel?” She said, “They don’t care, as long as I am happy. I mean, they make little comments here and there, but nothing overwhelming.”—I asked what kind of comments, and she said, “Things like ‘that relationship doesn’t have a future’ and ‘he is just having his fun,’ stuff like that, but they don’t interfere, which at the end of the day, is all I can ask of them.”—and then, she did it… she decided that me testing the waters was not good enough. She asked, “What do your parents say about it?”

Sigh… fuckity-fuck-fuck…… ffffffuck.

I said, “Chrissie, this is not how the game goes, remember?”—she smiled and said, “So cute! If you are uncomfortable talking about it, you don’t have to answer.”

Fuck it! I decided to at least try and said, “No, I can talk about it. But you can’t make fun of me, okay?”—she smiled and said, “cross my heart.”

I said, “Well, I have not told them… well, I haven’t told Mom yet. She knows about him, but not his age.” She asked, a very obvious question, I don’t know how I didn’t see it coming, she asked “Does that mean you’ve told your dad?”

Sigh… now I have to talk about this shit.

I said, “My dad is not in the picture, it’s just Mom and me.”—Chrissie simply said, “Hmmm… I understand. So, you think your mom will have an issue with Gabriel’s age?”

And then, somehow, I lost my shit a little and let it all hang, and said, “Well, that’s the thing, I don’t know. I’ve never dated a lot, I only dated ONE guy for ONE day and he literally took my virginity and disappeared. So, I really don’t have a clue how my mom will react to anything, I have no point of reference.
All I know is that my mom has been telling me my whole life that all men want, is sex… but then the other day we were talking about Gabriel, and she started telling me she dated all these guys when she was young, and it is just confusing. Even when I told her that Eric just slept with me and left, she said that it’s normal for men to do that, but right up until that point, ‘it’s a lot of fun’… I don’t know what to think.”

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?

to be continued...