6 Times a Day

Alan went to the cafeteria to eat lunch, since there was nothing else he could say or do to make things better with Glory. Even though his lunch period was halfway over, he dragged himself along instead of hurrying.

As soon as he reached the cafeteria, Heather was there to meet him. She was very eager to get the theater room key from him, so she’d been looking all over for him. Luckily, she was so eager to accomplish her goal that she didn’t really notice his forlorn look. Alan didn’t want to talk about his problems with anyone at that moment, and especially not with Heather, so he gave her the key and she hurried off.

Christine also had been looking for Alan so they could talk and clear the air after their kissing the night before. She wanted to make sure their friendship could continue and grow, but on a purely platonic level. She’d already finished eating, so when he made it through the cafeteria food line she got up and waited for him, to make sure there was no way he could avoid her. Then they walked outside, since she didn’t want anyone to overhear in case there were overt mentions of their kissing.

However, by the time they sat on the grass, she noticed something was wrong. She asked, “Is everything okay? You look really bummed. When I last saw you at the end of third period you were in a much better mood. What’s happened since then?” .𝒐𝙧𝒈

He thought, Crap! What am I supposed to say to that? “Oh, no biggie. It’s just that I’m bummed out that my history teacher, whom I’ve been having sex with, by the way, found out that I’m also having sex with my sister.” Man! Christine would probably sock me in the jaw! Especially after what we did last night!

You see? This just goes to show, this is EXACTLY why Christine and I could never get together. Glory is livid to find out about the incest, but Christine would literally explode like a nuclear bomb! Who knows, she might even lash out physically before she got herself under control. But I can’t sit here just feeling sorry for myself, or she’ll get suspicious!

Needing an excuse or two, he told her a partial truth at best. “Yeah… At that point, I thought I did pretty okay on my three tests. But the more I think about it, the more I realize I didn’t do well at all. And it’s all my fault! I’ve been slacking off big time lately, and I never did that before. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Worse, I’ve got this Boy Scout Explorer Scout trip coming up this weekend. So instead of being able to use my frustration to go on a tear and get all caught up, I’m gonna have to ruminate for two whole days about how crappy I did. The trip is probably ruined already.”

Luckily for Alan, Christine took her studies very seriously indeed. As a result, she had no trouble at all believing that his worries about his test scores had profoundly depressed him. She asked, “That sucks. Is there anything I can do to help?”

He saw an opportunity to bring up the awkward topic of how to move on from their brief yet intense make-out session the night before, by making light of it. With a lopsided grin and exaggerated eyebrow wiggling he asked, “How ’bout a nice hug and kiss, like the kind we had last night?”

That had been a risky move, since he wasn’t sure if she’d take that in the right spirit. But he was relieved when she had a good laugh. “Yeah, right! You wish!”

He felt his sadness genuinely passing, at least momentarily, while they shared some friendly laughter. Smiling more widely, he raised an eyebrow and said, “Okay, instead of a kiss, how ’bout if I just fondle your boobs for a while? That’ll cheer me right up!” He reached out towards her without actually touching her, and squeezed his hands in the air like a hungry crab searching for food.

She laughed some more. “Fat chance!” She added more seriously, “You know that can’t happen again, right?”

He nodded. “Of course. But that doesn’t mean I can’t tease you about the possibility, from now until forever.”

She laughed some more. “Oh no! I’m in trouble now!” But she was really glad at how things were going. She had been dreading bringing up the kissing topic, but the way Alan had addressed it with joking actually made it into something fun. And she liked the fact that if they couldn’t kiss or touch anymore, at least they could tease each other about it.

He didn’t want to push his luck though, so he asked, “How do you think you did on your tests? Aced them as usual, I’ll bet.”

She knew she had aced them, but she replied with a modest answer instead.

As Alan listened, he felt his sadness descend on him again, even though he forced a smile. Uuuuuugh! I wish so much there was some way I could have Christine as a girlfriend. Not only is she as hot as the center of a supernova, she’s just so much fun to be with. It’s weird that she comes across as stand-offish to everyone else, ‘cos we’ve got such a good rapport now. I’ll have to admit it took me a long time to get through her shell though. And now that we’ve made it this far, all we can do is joke about kissing and stuff.

What happened with Glory today has to be a lesson for me. God knows I have enough sexy fun in my life already; I can’t get too greedy. I need both Glory and Christine as friends. I like ’em both so much! As it is, I’ll be lucky if I can save my friendship with Glory at all. I’ll deserve everything I get if I turn around and make the exact same mistake I made with her with Christine. Even I’m not THAT dumb!

When Christine came to the end of her answer, she sipped from the carton of milk that she’d bought in the cafeteria.

Alan acted shocked and appalled. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

Confused, she lowered the carton. “What?”

He opened his eyes wider. “You’re drinking milk! You! Milk!” He urgently waved his hands in the air.

She chuckled, even though she still didn’t understand what he was getting at, especially since he certainly would remember that she frequently drank milk at lunch. “Why is that bad?”

He continued with pretend distress, “It’s not bad, per se. It’s just… too much. It’s like… taking a bucket of sand to the Sahara Desert. I mean, you’re carrying two gallon jugs of milk around with you all the time anyway. If you keep filling those with even more milk, your boobs will grow bigger and bigger until… until I die!”

She laughed. “Normally, I’d be offended by the ‘gallon jugs’ comment, but since it’s you I’ll let that slide. So, pray tell, how are you gonna die?”

“Okay, admittedly, maybe I won’t die. But I’ll wind up in the emergency room, at least. You know those Viagra commercials that mention needing to seek medical help if you have an erection longer than four hours?”

She laughed some more, in part because she was happy to finally understand where he was going with this. She teased, “Sucks to be you. Mmmm. Boy, I feel really thirsty all of a sudden.” She took a big swig from the milk carton. Then she looked down at her rack. “Hmmm. Did I just feel a growth spurt coming on? I think I did!”

He gulped theatrically, pulling at his collar in an exaggerated fashion as if it were suddenly too tight.

She laughed still more, delighted by the playful, sexy fun. She decided to up the ante. Smirking, she took advantage of the fact that she was wearing a shirt that buttoned in the front. As she unbuttoned the button at the top, she said in a surprisingly sultry voice, “Is it just me, or is it hot out here?”

Alan’s jaw dropped, which he didn’t need to fake. “Whoa! Watch out! You’re too hot! I swear, the milk in your gallon jugs is gonna curdle!”

She found that very amusing and laughed even harder. Knowing full well that he was watching her every move with bated breath, she undid another button on her blouse. Having two buttons undone wasn’t really that big a deal, since her blouse was still buttoned enough to not be really risqué, but it showed a scandalous amount of cleavage compared to her normal school standards. Then she raised the milk carton to her face and struck a proud pose with a hand on a hip. Pretending to be an actress in a commercial, she winked and said, “Milk: it does a body good!”

He wiped pretend sweat from his forehead. “Phew! It DOES! And dang! It just got way, way hotter! Now I’m concerned that all that milk is gonna get pasteurized!”

She practically doubled over, she was laughing so much at that. Once she stopped she said, “You do know that a woman’s breasts are not actually completely filled with milk, especially if she’s not lactating. Right?”

“You could’a fooled me.” He reached out towards her chest, although he clearly wasn’t close enough to actually touch her. “Can I check right now? If I recall correctly, yesterday when I squeezed them, I definitely heard a sloshing sound. In fact, I remember hearing a moo.”

Laughing, she swatted his hand away. “Behave! Besides, mooing? That doesn’t even make sense.” Suddenly remembering they were in a public place, she quickly looked around to check if anyone was paying attention to them. She was relieved to see that no one was. But that reality scare caused her to change the subject and end the teasing, at least for the moment.

She also re-buttoned the lower of the two buttons she’d just undone, saying, “Okay, kid, the free show is over.”

He pouted theatrically, “Awwww… You’re no fun.”

She snorted with amusement. “Right!”

Once Alan was gone, Christine quickly re-buttoned her blouse completely. She found herself thinking, Boy, that was great! I swear, I NEVER behave like this, but with him it feels so right. I thought things were going to be all awkward after what happened last night, but it’s just the same as ever. Well, not exactly the same: the flirtation has definitely gone up a notch. Okay, a lot. But I can roll with those punches! I was so worried that what happened could ruin our friendship, but maybe it’ll make things even better between us?