Chapter 5
The morning of October 23rd started off well enough.
Lisa took her time getting up, like she always did, spent a great deal of time ensuring her appearance was absolutely perfect, like she always did. And she had spent over an hour on the phone with Chris yesterday evening, the two of them just talking about whatever. Fantasizing the entire time about him shirtless and sweaty and great during that basketball game, of course.
Altogether, this had actually been a pretty good week.
Until Lisa got the news at breakfast that the plan she'd been setting up this entire week wasn't going to work. Mom and Dad, somehow determined to be more uncool than ever, were still going out of town- but Lisa was going with them.
"What?" Lisa yelped, jerking her hands up and flipping over her cereal in the process.
"Lisa, what kind of tone is that?" Dad protested, setting down his newspaper with a snap.
"Andrew, dear," Mom said, "I think you'd better move your newspaper." She eyed the spilled milk and cereal, which was getting near it.
Picking up the paper again, Dad looked at his only child, his actual, for-real princess of a daughter, and had the nerve to be irritated with her.
"Lisa, I mean it- what kind of tone is that to take?"
Lisa threw her head back and rolled her eyes. "Dad, I'm bored! I wanted a weekend where I'd just get to do stuff, that's not a lot to ask, or whatever." She crossed her arms and huffed, refusing to even go near the bowl she'd flipped over. That mess was the least of her concerns.
"Plans change. Your aunt and uncle have their own concerns and they don't always have to come visit us."
"It's not my fault your brother still has some car from the Seventies! He probably has to stay in Rock Harbor because it's so lame."
"Lisa," Mom said placatingly, "I think we could all appreciate and respect how diligent Uncle Mike has been with that Civic. Take care of things right and they last. So we'll go visit him and your Aunt. It'll be a nice weekend with family. Those are important."
"But Mom!" Lisa protested, feeling like this was practically a full-scale betrayal. Mom usually was cooler and more reasonable (translation = giving me what I want when I want it) but sometimes she could be so- square. Lisa had heard somewhere that was another word for so uncool.
Dad, you're so square, you're basically a box. Cube. I think it's a cube. Whatever. He's lame.
"Lisa, lower your voice."
"But Dad! I had plans for this weekend!" Lisa complained. Like having sex with my boyfriend, thank-you-very-much.
"I hope none of them involved bringing Chris over here unsupervised," Dad said, giving her That Look Like I'm So Serious And No Amount Of 'But Dad' Will Change That.
Lisa smacked one palm against her forehead. "Oh, yeah, Dad, I was totally just gonna bring my boyfriend over here without telling anybody." Oh, I was so doing exactly that. "I'm not retarded, okay? Boys are evil, Dad. They never behave unless they're supervised."
Dad laughed at that one, and Mom did too but tried to hide it.
"Well," Dad said, placated somewhat, "I think Chris is a little, uh… well, he's not much like your usual boyfriends."
"Dad, he's not poor!" Lisa griped, feeling awkward sticking up for him given that he kind-of-sort-of was, compared to the social clout and the financial resources the Doyles had to work with.
"I never said he was, Liz. And I actually meant he's more polite than I expected."
"That's because you've bullied him every time you see him!"
"I did no such thing. I only warned him to be a gentleman, to behave himself."
"Ugh! Dad, I told you!"
"Yes, boys are evil."
"No, I said stop trying to scare him!"
"So now that you're going to have to change plans for the weekend," Mom went on, "and since boys are just evil, you could just let your evil boyfriend know something came up. Shouldn't be difficult since he's probably busy conspiring with Lucifer in his spare time anyway."
Dad guffawed, and Lisa wanted to say something bitterly sarcastic- that was so her style- but Mom could be hilarious when she wanted to be, so Lisa was fighting down a smile instead.
"Lisa, make sure to clean up the table before you go," Dad said, back to reading his paper now.
"Ugh!"
"That's not polite, Lisa," Mom gently admonished.
"Ugh, Dad!" Lisa amended sarcastically, getting up and grabbing a paper towel roll from the dispenser.
"That's my girl," Dad replied approvingly, sipping at his coffee, still reading his paper. The smile he was trying to hide gave it away that he was poking fun at her.
Lisa thought of stomping out and making a dramatic, extra-door-slam exit once she had her keys, bookbag, and today's designer jacket of choice, but no, that was something you had to be careful about.
Getting grounded would only make a lame Friday-and-weekend worse, because the grounding would start after the visiting-family thing. Oh, Mom and Dad might have been total squares, but they had some things figured out, all right.
Instead, Lisa allowed herself to go ahead and clean up the mess from the bowl without further protest. She needed to think about what she was going to do about all this. It was gonna be a tough one, not because Lisa Doyle couldn't find ways to get her way, but because she'd been planning such an elaborate evening and Dad and even Mom had just gotten ultra-uncool and ended it just like that.
At the very least there was Halloween coming up next Friday. The boys always thought of interesting stuff and Henry and Mark had made a point of blatantly violating the dress code every year since 8th grade, offering some terrific eye-candy.
Even that thought didn't cheer Lisa as much as usual, though. Brittany was still going steady with Henry. Not only had he been just mind-shattering every time so far, he was so romantic, just lavishing Brit with money and affection, treating her just the way Lisa had known he would treat any girl who got that lucky.
It was so dumb. The ultimate girl of Henry's dreams had been here all along, dropping hints and doing everything but asking him out herself for years now, and yet he still didn't get it.
The whole thing sucked. No way around it.
Chris could be fun in the meantime, I guess, Lisa thought with a shrug, needing some kind of consolation right now. Thinking of him during that basketball game helped, boosting Lisa's mood instantly. Yeah, he's not bad. I bet I'll think of something we can do today…
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Getting ready in the morning was tougher now, because of all the time Chris had to take to double-check and triple-check his appearance. He had maintenance and prep work to do. Learning and copying aspects of stuff the established super-cool guys did turned out to mostly mean getting ready to be seen in public took more time, and you had to care way more about what you looked like, what you had on. He'd picked up enough new clothes- nice stuff, too- that he looked more and more like one of the popular elite, part of Henry and Mark's inner circle.
I mean, let's be fair, I am one of them, Chris thought during his morning prep hour-and-a-half. I sit with them, I hang out with them, I work out with them, I dress like them, I talk like them. But I gotta make it official, official, official. Gotta make everyone at that school forget I was ever the new kid. Gotta make it like I was always here, and always this cool.
The only thing was this meant he'd almost been late more than once so far. Being late wasn't considered uncool or anything, but it did mean getting fussed at by the secretaries and stuff, and then having teachers give you that judging-with-my-eyes look and everything. Sharing two classes with Lisa, however, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, never failed to help Chris' mood.
It seemed to help Lisa's, too, come to think of it, and even the possibility of that was addicting. To be someone Lisa Doyle genuinely wanted to see… that was perfect.
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The first person Chris met up with this Friday morning was Jason Morgan, whose black leather jacket of choice today worked very well with his stylish dark-brown hair and brand-new jeans. Chris shied away from thinking about that too much, because really appreciating the good looks of another guy could easily get rumors going that you were actually gay.
"Jason, my good man!" Chris called out as he spotted the other boy at his locker.
"Oh, hey." Jason looked over at him, dropping another book into his backpack. "You know basically no one believes you're actually a virgin around here, right? Just, y'know, FYI."
"Shit!" Chris laughed, embarrassed and pleased at the same time. "If I get asked about that again, man, I dunno what I'm gonna do." He paused. "I mean, there's that and all the kids who think I've got a huge dick and that's how I got a date with Lisa in the first place, just like that, you know."
"You're way out of your league, man," Jason told him, but after a moment, he considered. "You're doing pretty good with it, but, still out of your league. I mean socially, or whatever."
They were alone here in the hallway- it was still pretty early- so Chris shrugged. "I know, man. But I'm staying on top of it."
"You gonna stay on top of her?"
"I'm good wherever she wants me."
"What the fuck's taken you so long?" Jason asked suddenly. "You're not that bad looking- I mean, like, y'know, nothing like me, but you're okay, I mean." He shrugged, visibly getting awkward about the subject of another guy's looks.
"Is it the skinny-dipping that's got you thinking about how I look?" Chris asked in a mock-whisper. He raised his eyebrows. "Is there… something I should know?"
"Jeez!" Jason laughed. "You cocky asshole."
"My cock hasn't exactly seen the use it deserves, y'know."
"You told me every single detail about when Lisa blew you while you drove her home." Jason grinned. "Road-head's pretty sweet, isn't it?"
The two boys traded a triumphant high-five.
"I actually gotta go see Lisa pretty soon," Chris went on. He grinned excitedly. "I'm gonna get laid soon, dude. I'm serious. I can sense it. I have, I dunno, a sixth sense, or whatever."
"You know no one will even believe you were a virgin at this point. Half the school thinks you were basically me or Tony at your old school, and basically the other half thinks you're just roleplaying this awkward-but-cool new kid shit for fun."
"I am," Chris said, grinning wider now. "I so am, dude. I have no idea what I'm doing half the time and I love it." He reached up and ruffled Jason's hair. "See you, Big J."
"You-fucking-!" Jason exclaimed, swatting at Chris, who spun away, whinnying laughter as Tony, who had agreed to show up early just for this, arrived in time to catch Jason in a bear-hug while Chris made his escape.
Tony Summers was awesome. Especially since he'd been the one who told Chris about Jason's old elementary-school nickname in the first place.
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Listening to Brittany relay the latest stories of her dating Henry was mandatory for Lisa and her circle, but also, for her personally, really tough. It was supposed to be her, should have been her. Instead, Brittany, who was so beautiful she probably would've been queen bee around here if it hadn't been for Lisa herself, was breathlessly relaying how unbelievable Henry had been last night, when she'd stayed over at his house again.
"He can go as long as he wants, I'm serious," Brittany sighed. "We fucked so many times. I basically went to heaven for an hour. It hurt when he decided he was going backdoor but he, like, held me close to him, and he said he loved me."
Brit, I will kill you. I deserve him. I've been waiting to be his since forever. You don't deserve this. I swear… he's gonna notice me. Soon. He'll finally see I'm perfect for him.
"He's so romantic," Nicole agreed. "He really never wears anything, does he?"
"No, never. His cock's so big. I don't think they even make condoms his size."
"Amy probably could confirm by now about Mark."
"I gotta ask her," Brittany said, as if reminding herself. "I dunno, she seems kinda weird, like, I'm surprised she hasn't talked about it. Mark's a stallion, too, just like Henry is."
A daring, eager sophomore girl asked, "When you're with him, does it ever hurt? 'Cause he's so big?"
"You get used to it," Brittany replied, enjoying herself thoroughly. "He's gentle until you get used to him, and he's so good at everything. He just really likes girls letting him take charge; him and Mark are like that."
"Why haven't you and Chris fucked yet, Liz?" Nicole asked curiously.
"Yeah, you two've been together for, like a month or something," Brittany added.
"I gave him road-head already, I told you," Lisa said, feeling oddly defensive.
"Is it true he's got, like, a huge dick?" Nicole asked breathlessly. "I mean, not like Henry or Mark, but- I heard, like, eight inches."
"I heard he got, like, six girls pregnant in California and that's why he had to move here," Brittany added thoughtfully.
"I heard he's actually a model in Europe," some girl, one of the hangers-on, chimed in.
"I thought it was Japan." That was one of the underclassmen girls.
"No, he does car commercials in Japan."
"Okay, everybody just shut up!" Lisa interrupted. "I already know all that stuff! He's my boyfriend, I'm the one who-"
"It's true," Chris said calmly, stepping up alongside Lisa and gently setting an arm around her shoulders. "I really do car commercials in Japan. Toyotas."
"I knew it!" one of the underclassmen girls said, and she and some friend of hers high-fived. Lisa huffed and rolled her eyes.
"You guys keep talking," Lisa told the group. "I gotta talk to Chris." She took Chris' hand, pulled him away to a not-so-busy hallway.
"I don't actually do Toyota commercials," Chris admitted.
"What? I didn't think you were serious," Lisa answered, confused now.
"I know. I just didn't- I'm gonna always be honest with you. Always."
Lisa liked that. She smiled, placing one hand against his cheek. "You're so sweet."
"I love you," Chris said softly, kissing her.
"I love you," Lisa answered, sliding her hands under his shirt to feel those abs he was busy chiseling out at the gym. She was used to saying stuff like that to boys, hearing them say it to her. Chris delivered the I-love-you message pretty well. And his abs were great. His chest was even better, though. Together with his pleasantly-muscular arms and shoulders, it was the best thing about him.
"Let's find some spare classroom and I'll take my shirt off," Chris offered. "Easy."
"Sure. Easy."
They actually did find an unused and unlocked classroom, and Chris really did take his shirt off, and he looked amazing. Lisa permitted him to take her shirt off, and while she kept her bra on, he got to have both hands on her chest whenever he wanted, which basically made his day then and there.
The making-out was mandatory this morning. With Lisa's plans thrown off so much, she needed a little fun to help her mood.
Thinking of Henry and Mark's infamous perfectionism, the way they never fucked girls anywhere except a nicely-prepared bed with fine silk sheets, Lisa got an idea.
"I wanna go talk later."
"What?" Chris asked, looking up from kissing her chest. He'd been getting really daring and his muscles looked incredible, and he clearly hadn't heard a thing Lisa had just said.
"I said I wanna go talk later."
"…Aren't we talking now?"
"No," Lisa said, looking at him intently. "I wanna go… talk."
Chris' eyes widened. "Oh. Oh. Uh… where?"
"Does it matter?"
"Nope." Chris shrugged. "Anywhere's cool." He paused. "Uh… when?"
"I'll tell you."
"Sweet. Cool. Um- okay. Yeah." Chris smiled, visibly nervous but excited all the same.
Lisa moved closer to him, taking his face in her hands, taking a couple moments to appreciate just how great Chris looked from the waist up right now.
"You ever look at yourself in the mirror, Chrissie?"
Chris laughed, sounding so cool, and yet so awkward, all at the same time.
"Well, you know, I mean- it's just-"
Lisa kissed him, getting that butterflies-like-crazy feeling again. So many butterflies and that fiery red hair on him was just making this so much more intense.
"That's what hot boyfriends are for," Lisa told him finally. "To keep their beautiful girlfriends warm when it's cold out."
Chris grinned. "At least we're good for something."
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After listening to more of Nicole and Brittany's plans for the weekend, both of which involved getting all kinds of action from a real hunk, Lisa decided that after school just wasn't going to be soon enough. There was no way she was just going to wait.
Two months of waiting, Lisa thought with real annoyance. I haven't gotten any in months. Pretty soon someone's gonna start asking if Lisa Doyle is one of those super-religious dorks like Amy Philips or whatever that girl's got going on.
Finding that out had been fun. A few prodding questions in the hall yesterday morning and Lisa had it all figured out. A succession of calls with her circle of informers and best-friends confirmed it.
That Philips girl was going to be in for a rough breakup when either she and Mark fucked and he dumped her for making him wait over that bullshit, or, she actually did tell Mark he wasn't getting any and he flipped out and dumped her then and there.
Mark Evans was known for being passionate, strong, brave, romantic, yes, but not especially patient, and mentally he couldn't handle going without for long. Amy Philips was gonna disappoint him to say the least, you could be sure of that.
Anyway, not like it's my problem, Lisa thought smugly, meeting up with Brittany and Nicole before lunch. She ignored Amy Philips most of the time anyway.
Blowing Chris when he was driving her home from their best-date-yet had shown that not only was Chris hot, and actually kind of big, but he could keep himself together and focus. Imagine, Lisa thought happily, what fucking him is gonna be like once he actually knows what he's doing.
Then with a nod she sent the unnoticed younger girl who'd been standing by, silently- Stephanie or somebody irrelevant like that- hurrying off toward the cafeteria, where Chris would be heading over to get a salad and some fruit and stuff.
A few specific words, a direction to get him headed over here. A trick, yes, but he'd forgive her- if he even remembered once the fun started.
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Chris never even made it to the lunch line; a 9th or 10th grade girl he didn't know found him in the halls and said Lisa had changed her mind and was gonna go and purge again, ahead of lunch this time. Chris all but sprinted off to go find her, frustrated by how long it took to get through the labyrinth endless white hallways.
Finally, he made it to the far side of the school. There, on the left side at the end of a hall, was the girls' bathroom where he'd first found Lisa and some of her friends purged to keep their weight down. He couldn't let her go back to that, even if it meant an argument.
Chris rounded the corner and instead of finding Lisa and her two best friends getting started on purging again, he almost ran into Lisa. She was leaning against the wall, having clearly been waiting for him.
"Hey, slow down, handsome."
"Wait-" Chris panted. "Wait, I thought you, but-"
"Stephanie lied," Lisa shrugged.
"Why?"
"I told her to." Lisa grinned. "I can be very persuasive. Especially with girls who don't matter."
"What-" Chris sighed, putting his hands to his forehead. "I was so afraid you- God, this stresses me out!" He sighed again. "I-I was just worried. About you."
"What if I said I can think of a way… to help you relax?" Lisa asked, eying him knowingly.
Catching her meaning after a few moments, Chris looked around blankly. "This is a bathroom. Liz- this is a bathroom."
"I know, and unless you're fucking gay, let's fuck in here. Let's start by the sink."
"But-" Chris suddenly felt strangely nauseous, almost terrified on top of that. What a reaction to have in a moment like this. "But Liz. We can't- you don't wanna do this here. Do you?"
"Chrissie," Lisa said, eying him again, "I'm hearing things about you. Like you were the coolest guy in your school back in California or something."
"What?" Chris paused. "Oh, yeah. Sure I- yeah, I was."
That was another bullshit rumor, chances were, like the one about him having supposedly gotten six cheerleaders pregnant, or (unfortunately this last one was also not true) the one about him having a ten-inch cock.
"So?" Lisa asked.
"Oh, yeah, well." Chris laughed awkwardly. "What can I say? So many stories about me."
"As long as you're not fucking gay or something," Lisa shrugged. "It's not a big deal. We can just fuck in here. We'll have some privacy. What? Didn't you say 'anywhere'?"
Holy shit. Shit. I'm really doing this. I'm about to- oh, man. Be cool, be cool.
"Hey, I'm good." Chris shrugged. Jason, Tony, they and other cool guys had taught him well: never turn down sex or anything else that involves you and a girl and removing clothes.
"I was kinda hoping you could take the lead," Lisa said hopefully. "I like boys who can be really confident and stuff. You know?"
"Yeah." Chris managed a grin. "I'm so confident. I mean-" he looked around. "What if someone catches us in here? Like a teacher or someone?"
"They won't. Nicole and Brit are out there in the hallway making sure we have some privacy. And we'll even have the door closed."
It suddenly occurred to Chris that he wasn't just hard, he was barely gonna be able to pull his pants down now without the risk of 'going off' before any of the fun started. So he responded with a kiss, and the kiss led to that tongue-twirling thing they both liked doing so much. Meanwhile, Chris tried to not get totally worked up, to be cool about it.
The making-out led, after a confusing, whirlwind minute or two of playing around, grabbing and undressing, to him standing naked behind Lisa, who had thrown her clothes and handbag in one corner, and was currently bent over a ways, gripping the porcelain sink with both hands.
Wow, Chris thought absently. This is really it. Man. Here we go.
It was pretty cold in this bathroom. Chris could really feel it when a draft went by. His balls deserved better care than this, standing naked in some shitty public-school bathroom. But the hottest girl of all time was waiting on him, so-
Oh, God. Chris entered Lisa slowly, thinking those two words over and over and over again. Warmth. She was warm there, at least. This bathroom didn't feel so chilly anymore.
"You're perfect," Chris murmured in her ear, pressing his groin against her ass, all the way in now. Getting daring, he went for her chest with both hands and hugged her. "Never forget. You're already perfect."
Oh, this feels amazing.
Lisa was leaning into his embrace, loving this, all of it. Maybe even loving him.
"It's still kinda chilly in here," she remarked, and Chris couldn't help but laugh.
"I can help you there," he said.
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When Chris agreed with basically no hesitation to have sex in this bathroom, Lisa wanted to cheer. She had been worried he'd say no, either because he secretly had some kind of super-retarded 'rule' about it like the Philips girl did, or because he was plot-twist-gay, or because he had to have his first be in a nice bedroom or something.
Nope. Chris proved not only to be ready for it anytime, anywhere, he was actually really good for his very first. The tactile sensations were incredible, fantastic, and he ended up going pretty fast, holding onto her hips for most of it. When he'd finished, Lisa no longer noticed the chill in here. Matter of fact, someone needed to turn the heat down.
Once her incredible, romantic boyfriend finally remembered to pull out, Lisa wiped between her legs with a paper towel- hot boys could be so messy- then pinned him against the tiled wall, hands over his head, so she could appreciate those pecs of his, those shoulders, all the strength and good looks he'd cultivated. Chris just enjoyed the attention, eagerly responding anytime she changed to kissing his lips.
They eventually fucked in one of the stalls, with a bewildered-looking Chris straddling a toilet while Lisa sat in his lap, before the bell rang signaling the end of the first lunch period. It felt amazing, and the best part of riding him like this, by far, was getting to stare at that chest, those abs of his. All Chris had to do was sit there on the toilet and look- and feel- perfect. Easy.
"Damn," Chris sighed, tilting his head back, eyes closed. "Fuck."
"That was great," Lisa breathed, draping her arms around his neck, kissing him.
"I said you were perfect." Chris smiled. "Was I right?"
"Always." Lisa got off him, wiped some of the mess he'd left with another towel. "Hot guys. So. Messy." She mock-glared at him, but couldn't even pretend to be mad. He'd been way too much fun for that.
"Oh. Yeah, uh, sorry. About that." Chris laughed a little. "Y'know. I was just, uh, enjoying. Stuff."
"Better go tell all your friends right away," Lisa said, starting to get dressed again.
"I was gonna ask if you wanted me to wait on that, actually, you know," Chris responded, pulling his pants back on, almost tripping on them and falling over in the process.
"What'd you want to wait for? Don't you want Jason and Tony and everybody to spend all day congratulating you?"
"I don't think it's gonna be all day," Chris protested mildly, his cheeks tinged pink.
"Admit it, you're happy and proud, and you're gonna tell everyone we fucked."
"Well…" Chris shrugged, grinning now.
"Have fun," Lisa said, actually feeling pretty happy for him. "Just remember-"
"Hey!" Brittany suddenly called out from close by the closed door. "Bathroom's closed!"
"But- there's not, like, a sign or anyth-"
"Are you retarded? The door's closed! Go away!"
"Okay, okay! I'm going!"
"Fucking retard." Brittany sighed irritably.
"You're so nice," Nicole commented sarcastically.
Chris and Lisa both looked at the door, looked at each other, then burst out laughing. Someone- probably Brittany- thumped on the door twice.
"We could just stay in here, make them cover for us all day," Chris suggested, tilting his head toward the door. "I mean…"
"Fuck you," Lisa laughed, getting her socks back on, fighting with her shoes.
"I… think you just did," Chris answered, looking pointedly at her.
"Liz," Brittany whispered urgently, "teacher just gave me this weird look. Hurry it up."
"Yeah, yeah," Lisa called back, fixing her bra back in place. Chris tossed her the rest of her clothes. It really sucked having to wear two sweaters plus a jacket, but you had to keep everything extra thin if you wanted your figure to really show.
Chris, on the other hand, had his boy-muscles to keep him arm, and those cool designer jackets he kept showing up with lately. Lucky him, not even expected to stay 20 pounds underweight, but that was boys for you. Good for almost nothing, but really good at a couple things. Sometimes you even found one that was even smart, good-looking and well-endowed all in one.
Lucky find, Lisa thought, getting one last good view of Chris' abs before his shirt and sweater covered them. Chris was bigger than Mason, fun as that five-year summer lifeguard had been, which meant getting Chris over to some pools and beaches was gonna be mandatory.
"Ready to go?" Chris asked, leaning in to kiss her.
"We missed lunch," Lisa lamented.
"Don't worry," Chris assured her. "We'll skip to make 2nd Lunch Period and I'll make some shit up when we go to class."
Oh, he's perfect. Lisa was captivated. Maybe this wasn't such a bad temp-boyfriend-plan after all. Matter of fact, this was turning out better and better. Just like Lisa always expected, just like she always deserved.
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After the whirlwind that this school day had been, Chris was almost overwhelmed by it all. Gaining more status at school. Continuing to impress Jason and Tony, and even the likes of Henry and Mark Evans. The prospect of going up for Varsity Hockey in the spring.
Having sex with Lisa Doyle. Her. The Lisa Doyle. Chris had lost his virginity at last, and he'd lost it to the most beautiful girl in school- no, in the world. It had been amazing. Unbelievable. Everything Chris had ever dreamed.
This was all going so perfectly. Chris never wanted it to end. From the moment he'd decided to just go for it, to take risk after risk and become the coolest of the cool at his latest (and last) high school, Chris had won time and again. He had never been enjoying life so much.
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Chris called Mom to let her know he'd be driving over with Lisa, but got in a hurry to leave after 7th Period, so he just told her he'd be home soon and would have his phone on him if she needed him. She said something about groceries or whatever; Chris was only listening so much, with the way Lisa was looking him over, slouching against some lockers right by his.
Mom wasn't home yet when Chris pulled up at the house, so getting a bright idea, he led Lisa inside, down the hall for his room, and raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"Anything you'd like to do… while we have the place to ourselves?" he asked.
Lisa eyed him appreciatively, smiled warmly. "I can think of something."
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The decision to use a real bed this time was not only a bit more romantic (yeah, just a bit) than a school bathroom, but also just more satisfying. Chris was making love to a girl in his bedroom at last, not a care in all the world. Lisa was content to let him be on top both times, just good old missionary. It felt amazing, unbelievable. It was everything Chris had ever dreamed.
Chris was just finishing Round Two (Four for today) when the phone started ringing downstairs in the kitchen. Far beyond caring, Chris thrust a couple more times, savoring the end, pulled out to finish on her smooth, taut belly, and flashed Lisa one of his trademark smiles.
"I was good, right?" he asked, anxious, eager, excited to hear how he was performing. He was still new at this, but gaining confidence. "Was I good?"
"Better," Lisa sighed, smiling back. "That was perfect."
"Always," Chris promised, sweaty, tired, and absolutely in love.
Lisa started to reply, then frowned. "Who keeps calling?"
"Man," Chris grouched suddenly, "Whoever that is can fuck off." When the phone continued ringing, he swore, swore again, then walked naked downstairs to the kitchen, where he grabbed the phone and held it to one ear.
"Yeah? What?"
"Christopher David! If you want to keep that cell phone of yours you're going to-"
Chris jerked the phone away from his ear, suddenly mortified. He'd completely forgotten to call Mom back. It had absolutely slipped his mind.
Oh, man. Oh, no. I'm so grounded. So grounded. Just lost my virginity and now I get to lose my social life. Oh, fuck-fuck-fuck…
When Mom finally took a breath, Chris carefully launched into damage control.
"Uh, hey, Mom? I-I'm really sorry, and I'll, like, do basically anything, but- please don't ground me."
"You're lucky if that's all I do!" Mom fired back. "Christopher David, you'd best hope-"
And Drill Sergeant Mom was back at it again, leaving Chris, who now felt very awkward about standing naked and sweaty in the kitchen of his own house (the cool-dude factor was certainly gone), wondering just what the odds were of him even keeping Lisa if he was suddenly grounded and had his keys taken away right on their best day together yet.
"I'm safe, Mom," Chris finally spoke up when he had another chance. "Look, that was really dumb of me to not call you like I'd said. I forgot I was even supposed to call you back. Honest. But I'm okay. I'm fine, nothing happened. Isn't that what's, like, most important, and stuff?"
Mom sighed; she had stressed that time and again, that the safety of her only child was her first concern, not anything else he could have done. It had been emphasized by her and Dad many times over the years, encouraging him to be honest, seeking to avoid the gap that would inevitably result of Chris felt like he needed to lie in order to have a life of his own.
That mattered more and more as Chris had gotten into high school, as Big Eighteen drew nearer. Mom and Dad had also stressed that.
"So what were you doing instead?" Mom asked. "You're normally very good about answering the phone."
"Uh-"
"What is the rule?"
"Honesty is best, Mom."
"Do you want to tell me now or later?"
"I gotta go hang with Jason and Tony later. They invited me over."
"Getting ahead of yourself, there, buster."
"Okay! I waswithmygirlfriendokay?"
"Oh, and how'd that go? I haven't met this one."
Chris huffed, feeling bothered and worried at the same time. On the one hand, he could easily be about to get grounded for who knew how long. On the other, Lisa was really important to him and he didn't want to get pressed for every detail just yet.
"Mom-"
"Don't you huff at me. Were you two being safe?"
Only now did Chris even consider that he'd forgotten all about the two boxes of condoms he kept carefully stashed away in his room, inside the main body of the dresser, behind the drawers. He'd fucked Lisa all those times today and hadn't worn a thing.
Oh, crap. Dude, she has to be on the pill or something. Lisa Doyle has fucked all these popular guys at school. No way could she have not been taking BC pills or something. They gotta all have condoms and stuff. I dunno. Fuck. Yeah. It's gotta be fine. Everything's fine.
That thought calmed Chris, and he made a quick mental note to ask Lisa about it later. It was all fine, though. Of course it was. And why not? Things had all been just fine so far.
"Uh, Mom," Chris began carefully, "I don't really wanna talk about that right now."
"Ah." Mom's response carried a world of meaning. Chris felt his cheeks heating up; his parents had largely left him alone to pursue his social and romantic life as he saw fit, and he really didn't know (and didn't want to know) whether they'd known he was a virgin until today, but… he was probably good and caught now.
As long as she doesn't know we just fucked twice in the hall bathroom. I don't want to have to even talk about that.
"Well, anyway," Chris hurried on, "I just got home a little while ago and I wanted you to meet Lisa, so I was just showing her around the house and everything." A small lie. Having sex in one of the bathrooms probably didn't count as much of a tour.
"You certainly took some time bringing her by. She isn't somebody your Dad wouldn't approve of, is she?"
Now Chris felt his cheeks burning. "Mom!"
"It's just an honest question, honey. You're a nice boy but not every girl's a nice girl."
"She's actually the most popular girl in school, Mom. She's from this, like, really nice neighborhood and everything, and she's really, really friendly and everything."
"Goodness, she must be; I can't remember the last time you overused 'everything.'"
Chris couldn't help but groan. "Moooom!"
"Well, if you're all done trying to dig yourself a hole today, you should know that your father's ship docked in Liverpool today. They'll be coming back-"
"Mom!" Chris almost wailed."Did-did he call? Did he call me? Whydidn'tyoutellmehewasgonna-"
"Sweetie, sweetie. Take a breath. He only had a few minutes; they're on a tight schedule and he had to help some new deckhands with unloading the ship. You know he wanted to talk to you. You know he always wants to."
Starting to cry and hating it, most especially because Lisa had to be standing right nearby, reconsidering whether her new boyfriend was actually cool enough to even be seen with her, Chris fought to get control of himself.
You hardly ever get to see him sometimes and hearing his voice is all you can hope for a lot of the year. But that's nothing new. You know it's always been like that. Matter of fact, that's the reason you've changed schools so many times. This isn't new. Breathe. Just breathe. He's okay. He'll call again. You'll see him again.
"I know, Mom," Chris replied finally, still sounding croaky, and, if he was honest with himself, a little miserable. "I just miss him and all." He paused. "I really am sorry about, you know, missing the call and everything."
"It's okay. Can your new favorite-girl-ever stay for dinner, or do her parents expect her back?"
Lisa showed up then, showered and fully dressed, holding Chris' clothes. She neatly snatched the phone and put it to her ear as she lovingly shoved the crumpled-up jeans, t-shirt and hoodie at him. And a clean pair of boxers! Wow.
"Hey, Mrs. Marshal. Oh, I met Chris, like, two weeks ago. He's been so nice! I love getting to spend time with him. We were actually gonna go out for dinner for our two-week anniversary but my parents decided we're going up to Rock Harbor to visit family this weekend. Yes. Sure, I'll make sure he behaves until you get here. Okay. Great. It'll be great to finally meet you, ma'am."
Lisa hung up the phone and turned to Chris, who had never heard Lisa sound so much like her socialite mother before. He effectively had no plan beyond 'stand there and stare' until Lisa closed his jaw with a snap with one gentle-yet-firm hand.
"Chrissie, put your fucking clothes back on! Are you retarded or something? It's not like she isn't still thinking of fucking grounding you, you know."
"But-wha?" Chris asked, more bewildered than ever as Lisa switched back to sounding more like her usual self. She grabbed a National Geographic magazine off the kitchen counter, rolled it up, and expertly whacked Chris on the head with it.
"Get dressed already!"
"Okay, okay!"
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The first meeting between Lisa and Mom went well. Really well. So well, in fact, that not only did Chris not get his keys taken, he didn't even get grounded at all, though he did get a stern warning. And after Lisa had at last driven home, Mom turned to Chris with knowing eyes.
"Chris."
Seated on the living room sofa from her, elbows on his knees, trying and failing to not look guilty as sin, Chris looked at her. "What?"
"Try again."
"Yes, Mom?" Chris asked with effort. He was already gonna catch so much crap from Jason for being late. Tony was always cool about stuff but Jason liked to boss people around, which was fine since he was totally awesome.
"Were you and Lisa being safe today?"
Cheeks burning, Chris avoided her gaze. "I never said we did anything yet."
Mom simply waited.
"I don't have to really talk about this, do I?" Chris whined. "Mom, I'm seventeen!"
"Chris, I didn't say you had to give me details, but I can put two and two together. She really likes you, and you really like her. And you just forgot you had a phone for a while, which I still haven't heard any explanation about."
"I-I was- I was- I was-" Chris gave up and hid his face in his hands.
"You two were being safe, yes?"
"Of course, Mom." That lie again. Chris didn't like having to use it. But he couldn't see an alternative on this one. Admitting he'd gone for it raw- and that it had been awesome!- was not gonna go over well. And more importantly, no way did Chris wanna get into that topic right now.
It's not like I knew she was gonna make me fuck both our brains out during our lunch period today. God. That was heaven, though. Worth it, hundred-percent.
"And both of you were okay with it?"
"Yeah!" Chris felt like protesting over that one. Jeez, as opposed to what. Of course they'd both wanted it. "Yeah, we were both- yeah. It's cool, Mom, everything's cool with it."
"All right. That's all I needed to know." She paused. "Your bedroom's private, but pay attention to what hour it is and whether anybody else is in the house. And curfew applies unless her parents and I agree on you two staying overnight here or over at her house."
"Can I go to Jason's house now?" Chris asked, looking up again.
"Who said you were staying out past curfew?"
"I'm not, I'll be sleeping over at Jason's, him and Tony're gonna be there, and Jason's, like, really cool. His parents leave 'im in charge all the time."
Mom considered. "I don't want to have you be unreachable without any idea where you are. Even if you and Lisa have things you want to do, you both have parents who love you."
"Aw, Mom." Chris fought not to roll his eyes. "We know."
"Then there's no problem with me reminding you to be safe. When you're with Lisa, when you're at school, and when you're driving over to Jason's house. Okay?"
"Yeah!" Chris knew you're-off-the-hook-and-free-to-go when he heard it. He sprang up and darted to get his keys off the end table next to Mom, pausing to hug her. "You're the best, Mom."
"If I'm the best mom, I wonder if the best-son-ever could say a few special words?"
"Iloveyou."
"What was that?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too, Chrissie."
"Hey!" Chris exclaimed suddenly. He looked at his mother, startled and almost outraged, only to find her having a wonderful laugh, at his expense no doubt. He couldn't stay mad for long, though, not with Mom, not when she'd spared him all the punishments she could've imposed today.
I know how she found out, Chris realized suddenly. There was, like, five minutes where I was upstairs taking a dump because it turns out just because it's 'good for you' doesn't mean dumping hot sauce onto it is a good idea.
Five minutes. Yep. That was plenty of time for a beautiful, smart, funny, incredible girl to tell Mom about a nickname she'd just made up for her new boyfriend.
Finally, Chris managed a sheepish smile. "So, uh, she told you she calls me that, huh?"
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Tony and Jason were waiting- and waiting- for the guest of honor to arrive this evening..
Chris finally called and just about ran over the Morgans' mailbox again, then eagerly trotted up the driveway and across the pebble-coated front walk. He was trying so hard to be so cool, and Tony had to admit, as obvious as the act was, Chris Marshal wasn't half bad at it.
Beside him, slouching against some 1850s-vintage dresser allocated to this particular guest room on the second floor, Jason commented, "Man. Can you imagine if cuntface'd grown up with us? He might've actually been cool to hang out with."
"Come on, man, he is."
"Man." Jason rolled his eyes. "Okay, whatever. The new kid owes you so much, man. He's lucky you like him."
"You like him, too, man. He's funny, he's cool. And right now we're gonna congratulate him."
DING-DONG!
Holding up and gently shaking the fat bottle of vodka he'd 'liberated' from the full bar down in the basement, Jason grinned. "You ready to get this kid drunk out of his mind?"
"Oh, we're all doing that, brother," Tony answered with a grin of his own.
"Fucking right we are." Jason turned and bounded out into the hall, almost broke his neck twice bouncing down the smooth-polished hardwood stairs, and then opened the front door and almost yanked Chris inside.
"Hey, there he is!" Tony called out, catching sight of the lucky man.
"C'mon, c'mon, this calls for a drink, take a drink," Jason urged, uncorking the glass bottle, shoving it into Chris' hands. "To the newest man on campus. C'mon. Do it, drink, you pussy."
"Nah, I've had plenty of that today," Chris answered, upending the bottle, taking a big gulp. He grimaced and almost spat it all back out, but managed to swallow and handed the bottle back.
"How was she?" Jason asked eagerly, throwing an arm around Chris' shoulders. "C'mon, how was she? Like, I know this was your first, how was it?"
"Oh, man, that stuff- the- that was vodka?"
"Expensive vodka," Tony said, going to stand opposite from Jason and slinging an arm of his own around Chris' shoulders. "So no dodging questions tonight, big man. You're gonna tell us how your first time was, and no details can be left out. That's the rule. In this Fraternity of the Welsh, the Italians, and the Irish, details are mandatory."
"Oh. Well, what do I get?"
"Me and Jason are gonna be just like you tonight."
"Huh?"
"We're all going skinny-dipping, dumbass," Jason told him.
Chris looked at them, surprised. "We're really doing this? You guys seriously don't have a problem with it?"
"You never asked before," Jason scoffed. "Just have fun."
"And you don't have to look at anything you don't want to," Tony said with a grin.
"Guys, I was just gonna tell you that!" Chris exclaimed in mock surprise.
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After swimming nude in the pool- and pointedly not looking too close to anything below the waist- for over an hour, head spinning a little from the vodka they each kept drinking from by the poolside, Chris headed over to the hot tub. As agreed, he told them everything, sharing every detail, every second.
Jason and Tony listened attentively, congratulated him enthusiastically. Chris even got some solid praise of his gains at the gym so far, the look he had, the way he carried himself. If his goal was to be cool, they said, then he was cool, so he only needed to keep this up.
"What was it you like for you guys?" Chris asked suddenly. "Your first time?"
Jason and Tony glanced at each other, then back at him.
"Yeah, okay, I'll go first," Jason sighed, grabbing the bottle, taking a swig, then handing it over to Tony. "So I fucked Lisa, like, right in this room, summer after 8th grade. We went out for, like, six months or something. She wouldn't stop moping around school about Henry Evans not noticing her."
"Dude's been ignoring her on purpose for years," Tony commented with a shrug. "Dunno why."
"Well," Jason smiled, "I figured I could notice her, I'd show her a good time." Now the smile was a grin. "I did. I gave it to her like you wouldn-"
"Jason, dude, you told me you only lasted, like, two minutes, and-"
"Tony, shut up!" Jason almost shouted. "I was a kid, I didn't know what the hell was going on with that shit." He paused, pointing at Chris. "You tell anyone I wasn't an absolute beast my first time, I'll know. You better not fucking snitch on me."
"I won't, I swear," Chris promised, raising his palms. "Jason, dude, I wanna be like you and Tony. Why would I ever embarrass you guys?"
"Okay, fine, fine," Jason waved his hand. "Just remember what I said, dumbass."
"So… what was it like with her?"
Jason grinned, looking like he could recall the experience like it was yesterday.
"It was awesome." He laughed. "I had no idea what was going on the whole time, and it was fuckin' awesome."
"Dude, details." Chris had to have them. Not just because it was fair- he'd been as graphic as possible describing his deeds today- but because right here, right now, the three of them were at least a little drunk, sharing private stories about one of the most important moments in their lives.
This was a chance to make the pact between Chris Marshal and his biggest idols official. Make them friends. Using the relaxed, trusting mood in the room was exactly the thing to do, the thing to capitalize on.
Jason went right into it, describing all he could remember, offering advice to Chris on positions and techniques involved. He emphasized again he'd had no idea what he was doing, but had gotten a lot better since then, so it was all good, you see.
Tony had gotten his first back in May of the same year, just as 8th grade was about to end. Brittany Jorgensen had been upset about Mason Sarkozy breaking up with her because they'd had some kind of fight after the 8th grade dance, and Tony, always romantic, passionate, emotional, sensitive, had been there when a caring guy who looked amazing with his shirt off was needed most.
Sparing no details either, in keeping with the total-honesty rule the boys had been following all evening. He and Brittany had messed around after watching some movie while her parents weren't home, and ended up having sex on the couch. Tony also hadn't been especially good at it, but it didn't matter, he said, because Brittany had been a virgin before too. Despite that, he'd loved it and so had Brittany, and a legend had been born, Tony Summers as the Romeo of his class, second only to Henry and Mark, who loved 'em and left 'em with an unmatched passion and intensity.
"I guess I kinda tied for awesomeness with Jason," Tony added, grinning and clapping his friend on one shoulder.
Tony took a few minutes to emphasize how unimaginative he'd been, just going for plain old missionary and nothing else, and sharing his thoughts on other options, other positions and techniques, which led to Jason doing the same, so for a while they were just relaxing in the hot tub, everyone else giving Chris advice on how to fuck, advice they were able to give after being with girls nice and regular for about five years.
It turned out, with both Jason and Tony having dated and slept with Lisa, that she had a 'thing' about not always needing the setting to be perfect. Sometimes she just wanted to fuck, and her boy of choice being too fussy about location could frustrate and annoy her. Chris realized he'd unknowingly made the right choice on that, instantly taking a policy of "anytime, anywhere."
I'm gonna stick with that, then, Chris decided. No reason not to.
And if Chris was being honest with himself, he'd never been all that picky. He'd never seen any need to be, and for a guy trying to get his first with high school almost over, being picky wasn't the best idea.
By the time Jason and Tony remembered their mission to really get Chris drunk and celebrate, it was already past midnight, but Chris eagerly welcomed the challenge.
Thing was, as the next phase of the evening started, Chris quickly realized how unprepared his body was for that kind of abuse, and spent a lot of the night clinging to a basement hallway toilet, sometimes trading places with Jason, who had ended up getting pretty hammered himself.
It sucked throwing up. It sucked even more throwing up when the room wouldn't quit spinning and you didn't even have anything left to barf up.
Tony, who was barely any better off, drunkenly but sincerely looked after the other two, speaking in slurred Italian half the time. None of them bothered mentioning they'd all forgotten where their clothes were. By the time they finally decided to go to bed, Tony went on a self-appointed secret mission and returned from upstairs with underwear and bathrobes, having simply raided Jason's vast walk-in closet.
"Aw, gimmemyshitalready," Jason whined from the floor, smacking Chris in the head as he waved his hands around. "Gimmegimmegimme."
"Dude, don't look," Tony said, "but I think Chris deserves to be in the Big Boys' Club, ifyaknowwhatImeen."
"I don'tcaaaaaare what size cock that fuckin' stupid ginger has," Jason went on. "I hate that guy. Dumb ginger. And I'm not even, like, best friends with himoranything, that guy suuuucks." A loud burp. "Oh, that's better."
"Jason, I'm-right here," Chris said, leaning over to drunkenly sling an arm around Jason's well-muscled shoulders.
"Oh." Jason paused. "Well, you tell me where Chris Marsh-all is, dude, and I'll kick his ass!"
"I'm-that-thassmee!" Chris exclaimed.
"I'll kick his ass! I don'evenlikehim! Nope, nope, nope, not even a little."
"But he fucked Lisa Doyle today," Chris pointed out. "He's not-he's one of the cool, gingers. Y'know?"
"Dude, he's right," Tony agreed. "I say we let 'im in, just-just be friends with him, y'know, like he's cool and shit."
"Wha-that gayginger?" Jason asked, bewildered. "That dude's a faag. This guy, right here, nexttamelook, he's-cool, so let's be cool with him."
"So, you hate Chris Marshal, but- we should be friends with Chris Marshal?" Tony asked. "Bro, that's the same dude."
"Kay," Jason agreed, leaning his head against Chris' shoulder. "Oh, fuck. Dude, who- lessjust get these bathrobes on, I am so fuckin' drunk right now. I can't- put on- whatever that is." He swiped up the underwear Tony had put in front of him and threw it out in the hallway.
"Fuckin' Italyans," Jason said. "Chris, this one, he won' stop followinmeround. I showed up, like, preschool. Imabadass. He says, he's Tony. Now he won't fucking goway! Nomatterwhat."
"I love you, too, man," Tony said. He started to say more, but lapsed back into Italian then, but it all sounded pretty friendly, so Chris figured it was all cool. He wanted to learn some Italian. That shit sounded romantic and sophisticated as hell.
Head spinning, nuts still throbbing from earlier today, clad in only a loaned bathrobe, Chris got up and staggered around, just like Tony and Jason were doing in fact, before all three gave up, picked a comfy spot in the basement game room and lounge, and passed out.
Before the last light went out in his own head, Chris felt like his mind was just swimming with happy thoughts. Life had never been better. He'd never been so proud of himself. He'd had an awesome first time today, Lisa Doyle was his girlfriend, and the most popular, the coolest kids in his new high school had accepted him as one of their own.
This is perfect, man, Chris thought as he drifted off. This is right where I want to be.
A/N: 3-15-2023.
Writing this chapter turned out to go quite well; I'd reworked the where and when of Chris and Lisa's first time together that I had the ideas well thought-out by the time I actually got to starting it in earnest. I couldn't quite recall whether Jason or Tony had also had his first time with Lisa, but I just picked Jason and went with that.
Lisa is definitely getting to like Chris a lot more than she'd planned and expected to; the idea of dating him for a while as she continues to wait for Henry to finally ask her out is looking better and better to her. Lisa would have to abruptly break up with Chris in order to even accept being asked for a date by Henry, which would really hurt Chris, but Lisa has not considered how this would actually go in much detail. She just knows she still wishes Henry would finally ask her out, but at the same time, she likes Chris plenty and has enjoyed becoming more intimate with him.
As always, reviews and feedback are welcome. If there are any corrections or updates that should be made to this or any other chapter in the story, or if you'd just like to share your thoughts, feel free to send me a PM.