Chrissy

Chrissy

Of all the other girls at the sleepover
I would have never have thought of you
So perky blonde blue eyed cheerleader
So Wasp-y so church and choiry

Forced to share a bed with me
A girl you hardly knew that day by the pool
“Missa” introduced us, you loved school
Talked about your kitty cat and the quarterback

Grinning at our incompatibility, we giggled
Even though I was a nerd and you and yours
Gossiped about the girl nerds

None of your regular friends were at the party
No one to bask under the rays of your sunlit hair
No one to jealously regard your luscious lips

You were there everytime I turned around
Playing a stupid video game, watching a porno
You seemed to always want to talk about me

Then that night, after countless misfired attempts at
Pina colada making, we began to fall asleep where we sat

I found a spare bed, and soon found myself sharing it
It was you, I could feel your huge tits against my back, your
Drunk breath breezing past my neck, and your hand on my waist

In the night I turned, or I was turned to lay face up and I felt
A cool hand on my right breast—slipped through the lace of my blouse
You kneaded my chest, and released a wave of pleasure that traveled south

I pretended to sleep, even as my nipples stood at attention and my lips whetted with anticipation you unbuttoned my blouse and explored my chest
My tummy and with your luscious lips on my right nipple your hand slithered down until it disappeared under the elastic band

The sound of our breathing, hard and hushed, our hearts thumping wildly, panic, the sucking sound you made on my nipple, so erect so supple
But the fire in my tummy began to roar when you dipped your finger between my labia, probing me ever so gentle and shallow, to draw enough moisture

My legs sprawled out more and more to let you mine more moisture out to lubricate my clit and rub it and rub it over again in a circle until my hand took your breast until our lips clashed in a fumbled kiss and then connected again until I felt the world slipping away in a red and purple rush until the contractions began sending waves of waves up into my belly

Her hand drew furious circles around my clit, pulling it here and there and my eyes opened whites only as the trembling in my body took over and I cried out and slammed my legs shut in an ecstatic seizure and imprisoned your pretty little hand

“Hey, what’s going on in there?” Missa asked here from the behind the door
and I said that I had a nightmare, and I was okay, and there we lay
and I took your precious little hand and looked into your eyes and kissed your fingers, and sucked your index finger like the girl in the porno did to TT Boy’s penis—as if to say, what else is there to say?