Greg's Story

"Kiss?" She asked me.

I bent over and kissed her as she offered her mouth to me. Her arms wrapped themselves around my back and she clung to me.

"Greg, I need you. I'm going out of my mind. It's been a week and we haven't made love in all of that time." She spoke softly so her voice wouldn't carry.

"Let's go out. I think I have enough to rent a room for the day." I suggested.

"Okay. But I still need you. Now!" She took my hand and led me into the garage and closed the door behind us.

"Come here." She commanded me as she untied her robe and lifted her nightdress up to her waist.

I picked her up and set her on the edge of a storage cabinet. Chrissie undid my belt and unzipped my pants. She grasped my erection and guided it between her legs. She was already very wet and I was drawn into her moist depths easily. Her legs went around my waist as she held onto me tightly.

She gasped as I went all of the way in and began to move against her.

"Ohhh!" She gasped softly. Then her eyes shut tightly and her nails dug into my shoulders.

"Greggg!" She hissed. Her first climax was coming very quickly.

We maintained our fast pace. Another climax, then she relaxed a bit.

"Come in me, Greg. Please!" She spoke with all urgency.

I pounded away at her for a few more seconds. Then it was my turn. I picked her up off of the cabinet and grasped her by her butt and unloaded a torrent of my hot sperm into her. She held onto me as tightly as she could.

"Yes! Yesss!" She hissed into my ear as she felt my liquid warmth flowing inside of her.

I set her back onto the cabinet and slowly we untwined our bodies from one another.

"That's what I needed." She said as she pulled down her nightdress and got down of her perch.

"Thank you and don't worry. I used some spermicide this morning after I got up. It is supposed to last for 8 hours." She said and stood up to kiss me as we headed back into the kitchen. The relief was evident on my face. My dad's warning came back to me.


"I'm glad you were on the ball."

Marja joined us shortly after we sat back down at the kitchen table.

"Morning." Chrissie said.

Marja smiled and poured herself a cup of coffee.

"Morning. Mom and dad woke me up. They are going nuts upstairs." She said.

It was true. Even from this part of the house we could tell that they were otherwise engaged in some serious lovemaking.

"Mom and I went and got dads present this morning. She bought me breakfast afterwards. She got pretty worked up when we were talking." I said.

"You guys are so lucky." Chrissie said.

"Why?" Marja asked.

"You have parents that truly love each other. I don't. My father was killed when I was 7. All that I have left of him is a trust fund that is putting me through college. I wish I had him instead. My mother is a drunk and a whore. I hate everything that she stands for. I just wish you two knew how much I envy you." Chrissie said.

Marja was touched by Chrissie's confession.

"I'm sorry for you. But I do know how lucky I am. My father was killed in the war shortly after I was born. Greg's mom died giving him birth. But if anything should ever happen to the two parents I know have, it would devastate me for a long, long time." Marja said. She had taken Chrissie's hand and held it as she spoke.

"I didn't know that you two had already lost one parent. Greg never said anything about it." Chrissie said.

"That's because he loves the one's he has now. To both of us, these are our parents. He is my brother, and I am his sexy, hot little sister." That made Chrissie laugh.

"Thanks for making me feel so welcome here, Marja." She said.

"Well I guess if there's a possibility that I might be your sister, then I should probably try to get along with you." Marja said in an agreeable tone of voice.

"I never thought about that. Maybe someday." She said and smiled up at me.

I had never been so happy as I was at that moment. Chrissie was everything that I had ever hoped for in a woman.

Well Christmas vacation came and went. Dad got his dirt bike; Mom got a new diamond pendant and some very nice dresses from dad; Marja got a nice used car, her very first; Chrissie got her pearl ear rings and a very revealing dress from mom and Marja; and I got some clothes, a stereo and a book of poetry from Chrissie.

After that, Chrissie became a permanent part of our family. She would phone Marja weekly. Things got very serious between us.

Chrissie had begun taking birth-control pills and we didn't have to mess with condoms, creams or foams any more. It was at her urging that we moved off campus and into our own apartment and we did find a small one-bedroom apartment during our spring break.

By the end of the year, I had gotten Chrissie an engagement ring and we announced our engagement to my family. Chrissie had broken all ties to her mother by now.

My parents wanted to celebrate our engagement by taking all of us out to dinner. Mom had asked Chrissie where she would like to go. Chrissie chose the seafood restaurant where I had taken her for our first date, the winter before.

As we met at the restaurant, Marja walked in with my parents. She was wearing a long crushed velvet green dress. My little sister was becoming a world class beauty. Even Chrissie, who was wearing the dress that mom and Marja had given her for Christmas, commented on how pretty Marja was.

As we ate our meal, I asked dad if he would mind if Chrissie and I used the cabin for a week. Finals had been brutal and I needed to relax away from the U-District for a week.

"No problem. There's some canned food, but not much. Just make sure you get the key and turn on the fridge when you get there. You know the rest." He said.

"Thanks dad. I'd like to show Chrissie around up there. There are so many nice places to go up there." I said to her.

"Thank you, Mister Eastlander. I promise you that we will leave it clean and tidy." Chrissie said. She had put her arm through mine, then hugged herself closer to me.

"I look foreword to having you alone for a week." She said.

"Well, I just hope the weather is decent. It's not even summer yet." I said.

"You two will stay with us in August?" Mom asked.

I nodded, "Mom I wouldn't miss that for anything." I said.

"Good." She said and smiled at the two of us.

The weather was rotten during our stay at my parent's cabin. Chrissie and I pretty much stayed indoors and lounged around. I had been able to get us some beer, even though I was 20, and we grilled steaks and drank the beer the second night.

We slept in mom and dad's bed. It was the largest, a king-size. I awoke after noon that day, groggy from having drank 9 beers the night before.

Chrissie was already up, and came into the bedroom wearing only her house shoes and a grin.

"Breakfast is ready and so am I." She said and threw back the covers from the bed. I was wearing only my boxer shorts.

"It's in the oven on low. I think we have time."

She kicked her house shoes across the room and bent over me and kissed my belly. I was aroused immediately.

"My what do-o-o we have here?" She cooed as she began to kiss lower and lower until I lifted my hips and Chrissie pulled my shorts down to my ankles.

Her mouth encircled my hard-on and she gobbled it down, bobbing her head as she moaned and groaned. Of course, my own moans and groans drowned hers out. Just as she sensed that I was about to unleash a massive wad of sperm, Chrissie stopped and laid herself on the bed next to me.

"Greg...I want you. Goodness, I am so shameless. Put it in me. Now!" Her words were a plea.

I turned around and got myself positioned over her body. Her hand went between our legs and she grasped me. I slid in easily, she was very wet.

"Yess! Honey...harder!" She screamed as I began to move back and forth.

I picked up the pace; Chrissie was moaning loudly and bucking her hips against me.

"Greg...Gre-e-g!" She screamed. I felt her cervical muscles gripping my hard-on. I was getting close myself.

Chrissie's hand began moving down my back. Her fingers grazed the crack of my ass. Then I felt one of her fingers just on my anus.

She was still bucking and moving in time with my every thrust. She had drawn her knees up until they were almost to her chest.

"Honey." She moaned again. Then I felt the tip of her finger as it dug into my hole. As another orgasm shook her, her finger dug deep in to my bowels as she stimulated my prostate gland. That did it for me. I came so hard and so fast that I yelled out from the intensity of the orgasm.

Chrissie held me as I blacked out. I was like a drunken man, unable to hold myself up. I collapsed on top of her. She stroked my head and talked softly to me, telling me how much she loved me.

"I can hardly wait until we're married." That was the first remark I remember her saying.

I kissed her. "Where did you learn that one?" I asked.

She smiled. "From a book your mom has."

"Yeah right." I said. I thought she was kidding me.

"Did you like it?" She asked.

"I don't know. I mean I don't like something up my butt, but then I never came that hard in my life. It was so strong it actually hurt a bit. But it wasn't pain. It was just really intense." I admitted.

"It’s called a prostate massage. When it is done during sex, the prostate empties itself almost completely. I guess it works. You're already leaking out of me. Time to get up." She said and tapped me on the shoulder.

I hauled myself up off of the bed. My sperm was gushing out of her. Chrissie had to hold herself to keep it from going all over the bed.

Chrissie rushed into the bathroom. I followed her and turned on the shower. She joined me in a moment or two after she had cleaned herself up.

"I love you Greg." She said and hugged me as she joined me.

"Love you too baby." I said and kissed her on the eye.

We did make the hot springs that day. After the drive and hike, we were only able to stay for an hour or so before we had to hike back to the car. I bought Chrissie dinner that night at a nice restaurant down in town and we returned back to the cabin.

"You thought I was kidding when I said your mother had a sexual technique book here. Well, here!" She threw the book into my lap.

I had been lying back on the bed listening to the radio and drying my hair.

I picked up the book. It was entitled 'An Adults Guide to Sexual Stimulation and Advanced Technique' by some German author.

I thumbed through it and handed it back to her.

"Sounds stimulating." I said.

Chrissie smiled, and opened the book up to a particular page and jumped onto the bed beside me.

"Here. This is what I want to try sometime." She said and showed me a page with a drawing.

"What is it?"

"Well look."

Chrissie held the book up to me. The illustration had the man lying on his back with the woman on top of him facing his feet.

"Its called goose flying south." She explained.

"Goody. Let's try it now." I suggested and reached for her.

"Hands off buster." She said, and smiled. "I started my period at the restaurant."

June turned into July; and July into August. We stayed with my parents and Marja for the last three weeks of the month at the cabin again. Marja was maturing into a very beautiful woman. It seemed that every time I saw her, her body had developed some more. I could not believe the transformation she had undergone since Christmas.

Finally, our summer was gone and Chrissie and I had to return to our small studio apartment and back to campus life. Again this year we did our best to schedule our classes so we could be together. This year would be harder then the last. More physics, more math, and more tech classes awaited us.

The fall quarter went well for both of us. We were both able to maintain a 3.4+ average. Winter quarter would be tougher still but we stuck to it and grilled each other before tests, and made sure that the other understood some concept, and so on. To Chrissie and I, this was a joint effort.

Finally, Thanksgiving was here. As we packed our suitcase that morning, Chrissie dropped the dress she was folding and rushed into the bathroom. I heard her retch a few times and went in to investigate.

"You all right?" I asked.

She nodded, "I think it was that salad I ate last night. Sulfates do that to me." She explained and went to the sink to wash.

"I'll be fine, honey. Don't worry." She smiled at me from the mirror.

I went back in to the bedroom and finished my own packing. She came back out and went to the phone and made a call.

"I've made a doctor's appointment. It's at noon. We can go to your parent’s house after I get back." She said.

I had been watching the TV and must have fallen asleep. Because the next thing I remembered was the phone ringing.

"Greg?" It was Chrissie.

"Yeah." I said.

"Honey, I'm done here. I'll be home in a few minutes. Greg...we need to talk. It's important. See you in a few. I love you." She said and the line went dead. Now she had me going. Very seldom had Chrissie said anything like that to me. If she said something was important, then she knew that she had my attention.

I went back to the bedroom and got our suitcases and placed them by the front door. When Chrissie got back we could go straight out to the car and leave.

My mind was still on our conversation when I heard the loud crash outside and then our building shook. I ran to the window and lifted up the blind. A woman was screaming outside. I threw on my jacket and went outside to investigate. The main entrance to our small apartment building was demolished. A car had wiped out half of the apartment adjacent to our second story apartment.

I tried to see if anybody was inside, but the tangle of debris was too great and opted to go out the back door and cut around to the front. A siren sounded off in the distance. Someone was sobbing as I came out onto the street. Then I saw the carnage. A car had been coming down the one way street and had struck a parked car and then had spun around and hit our building.

Some men were trying to get to the driver who was still inside of the running vehicle and I stepped a little closer until a saw a crumpled figure on the ground. It was a woman. Her long red hair was lying in a pool of blood.

"Chrissie!" I yelled and rushed to her.

A man grabbed me and held me against a chain link fence.

"Don't." He said, "The paramedics are on their way. You could..."

"That's my fiancé!" I yelled at him and pushed him away from me. Just as I knelt on the ground a police car pulled up.

"Step back. Sir. Step back." He told me in a commanding voice.

I nodded and went to the fence.

The cop knelt over Chrissie's crumpled form and felt for a pulse. The Paramedic van had just arrived and one of them went over to her. The cop and the medic spoke a few words and the medic went back to his van and got a blanket.

The cop helped the medic as they spread the blanket over her lifeless body.

"Sir." The policeman asked me, "do you know this woman?"

I nodded.

"Sir I need to be able to identify her. Can you help me? Her next of kin needs to be notified."

"I am her only kin." I said. Then the pain began. It would not stop for another nine months.

From what the police had been able together at the scene, a woman was driving her car at a high rate of speed down the arterial and had struck the parked car. She was killed outright when her head struck the steering wheel. She had been drunk and was not wearing a seatbelt. As the car spun around, it had struck Chrissie throwing her 20 feet. The car then careened into our apartment building and stopped there.

Chrissie was walking in a lighted crosswalk when she had been struck. It had happened so fast that she could not get out of the way. She never knew what happened and was dead before her body hit the ground.

I was with the police until after 6 P.M. I was taken to Harbor View Hospital where some grief councilors talked with me. By the time I was finally cut loose, I was numb.

I went to the nearest phone and called home.

Marja answered the phone.

"Marja." I sobbed.

"Who is this?" She asked.

"Greg."

"Greg?! What is it?" There was alarm in her voice.

"Chrissie.... She’s dead." I said.

"What?!" She asked, "where are you?"

"Harbor View." I said.

"I'll be right there. Don't go anywhere. I'll find you." She said.

I hung up the phone and walked to the waiting area. I covered my face and sobbed.

Marja found me 90 minutes later. Gently she took me by the arm and led me out to her car.

"Greg what happened?" She asked me gently.

"A car killed her." I said. She face was soft as she listened to my explanation of the events.

"Oh...Greg! Poor Chrissie!" She cried out and held my head against her breasts.

"Let me get you home." She said. "Mom and dad expected you earlier."

I was a mess when Marja finally got me home. Mom and dad were sitting in the living room.

"Mom! Dad!" Marja called to them.

Mom came out to and met us by the front door.

"Where's Chrissie?" She asked, then saw the look on my face and a look of concern crossed her face.

"Greg? What's wrong?" She asked me gently.

"A car killed Chrissie. I picked Greg up from Harbor View. You were gone." Marja explained.

Mom rushed to me and wrapped her arms around my head.

"No!" She said and cried out.

By now dad had joined us and a look of real alarm was on his face.

"What is it?" He asked.

Marja explained what I had told her as she drove me home.

"Greg...I'm so very sorry." He said and hugged me. There were no more tears to shed. I began to sob loudly.

That Thanksgiving was a very solemn occasion. My folks had made arraignments for Chrissie's funeral. She would be buried in our family's section of the cemetery. During the next week, the coroner had contacted me and told me that my fiancé had been three months pregnant when she had died. I was shocked.

As I went back to our apartment and packed our things up, with Marja's help, the pain was just too great. Our building had been condemned and Marja volunteered to help me get our things.

"Marja...she was pregnant. Why didn't she tell me?" I asked her.

"Greg...I do know that she loved you. There was nothing phony about that. But I remember you telling me that she said she needed to talk to you when she got home from the doctors. She was probably going to tell you then." Marja said. Marja was probably right. Chrissie would never with hold anything from me.

I went to the kitchen and pulled out the garbage pail. I was going to throw out the garbage. We had pretty much-packed away most of the possessions that Chrissie and I had acquired in our year of being together. Then I saw the box on top of the garbage. It was a pregnancy test kit. The type that is available at any drug or grocery store. Inside of the box was the kit. It had been used and the test was inside of it. A positive sign was highlighted on the test strip.

"Marja." I called out. She rushed in to where I was. I handed her the test strip.

"She knew." Marja replied.

I had dropped out of college for the rest of the year. I could not go on as I had been. Dad asked me if I'd like to work for him awhile and I accepted. My father had his own business. He was a field consultant for various mechanical contractors. It was from his love of his work that I decided to follow in his footsteps and choose engineering as my profession.

Just before the Christmas holiday, dad and I went to Spokane for a job he had. There was a large construction project at the Air Force base there. I had just turned 21 and dad decided that we would do a guy thing that night.

"Son, going to take you out tonight. Shake some of them blues away." He said as we were getting ready for work that day.