Beyond The Ghosts (Legacy Falls Project) (9 page)

Christina said to sit on the aisle but there were not many people in the theatre so we shouldn't be too hard to find amongst the possible five scattered couples in the auditorium. We sat dead center with optimal view of the screen.

The movie started off strong and Christina slipped in next to me about fifteen minutes into the movie. It was fast paced and Ryan Reynolds had me cracking up. Christina popped Rolo after Rolo into her mouth and slowed down after the first sleeve was half gone. I saw her wringing her hands in her lap after meticulously smoothing each small gold wrapper flat and stacking them on her leg. 

"I can get you more. Finish them."

"I want to save these for later."

"Carpe Diem"

She stuck the wrappers in her pocket and laid her hand in mine on the armrest. I guess she didn't want to pick them off the floor later. I kind of felt bad at the scattering of spilled popcorn at my feet. 

"Sorry."

She looked up at me with scrunched eyebrows. "For what?"

"The mess."

"I don't have to clean it up. No worries. I'm off the clock."

Deadpool
was at the hyperbaric chamber scene when Christina hissed in pain and pulled away from me. My hand was white-knuckled around the end of the armrest and Christina held her hand to her chest. 

"What happened?"

"You almost broke my hand."

"I'm sorry. Lemme kiss it and make it better."

She apprehensively held out her small hand. Her fingers were a little red but she was okay. I raised her hand to my mouth and kissed each finger. 

A grin crept across her face followed by a toothy smile before she snuggled against me, her hand still in mine. I tried to focus on the rest of the movie, but every time Munchkin wiggled in her seat, I was reminded I hurt her, again. That time I was awake, though. I couldn't win for losing. 

When the credits rolled, we filed out into the street and walked over to Beth's Beetle. 

"How you getting home, Christina?"

"I walked to work. They don't like us taking up parking spots. It's only a couple blocks."

"Don't be silly. Get in. My brother can take you home after he drops me off."

My sister drove the short ride to her apartment, got out, and removed the car key and fob from her keychain. She handed it to me as I got out of the passenger side. 

"I'm off tomorrow and plan on sleeping in. Drop it off later."

"No problem." Christina remained seated in the backseat, and I signaled for her to move to the front seat. She couldn't get the seat to move up and release to get out. 

"You gotta move the seat up first."

I forgot the seat was all the way back to accommodate my longer legs. I slid the seat forward and held out my hand to help extricate her. 

After sliding the driver's seat all the way back to be able to drive without my knees around my ears, I drove the few blocks to Christina's place. Being a gentleman, I opened and held the door for her to get out of the car and walked her to her door. 

“Can we talk?" she asked on our way up the path to the two-story building. 

“What do you want to talk about?”

“What happened the other night at Beth’s? You freaked out.”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know or you don’t want to tell me.”

“I don’t know.”

“Try me …”

I didn’t know what to say. I had gone over the whole night in my head as much as I could remember, over and over, and I couldn’t find a trigger. I just shrugged my shoulders.

“Okay … then why did you almost break my hand in the movies?"

“I just don't know. There were plenty of boom and gunfire, I don't know what about that part set me off. It just happened.”

“Is that what happened on movie night?”

“That was different; I was sleeping.”

“You seemed pretty awake to me. Your eyes were open.”

“I was on auto-pilot. I was not in control. I’m sorry I put you through that. I’m sorry I hurt you, again. Are you okay?”

She had her back to me and turned her key in the door lock. She sighed and turned around, pulling her long brown hair to one side and her collared polo shirt off one shoulder to expose her bruised yet healing injuries. Fading yellow remnants filled with shades of light blue and green made outlines of my hands.

I kissed each outline of my fingers on her shoulder.
How do I fix this?
This is the second time I hurt her.
 

“Don't start what you're not going to finish, Peter.” Chrissy's sensual words snapped me from my funk. 

“And who said I wasn’t?” I retorted defiantly. 

“Are you?”

“You are just as sassy as Beth, you know?”

“Not hardly,” she said flatly with a roll of her eyes.

“And that’s all I need to know about that subject. What makes you think I won't finish?”

“I didn’t think you were interested in me.”

“I’m not relationship material. I don’t know how to date.”

“So, let’s not date. We can just … be.”

Christina pulled me into her apartment by my shirt and slammed the door behind her. Not sassy, my ass.

When the door slammed, Christina thought she had the upper-hand, but her munchkin self was no match for my 6’2” frame towering over her. She tried in vain to push me against the door. She couldn’t move me if her life depended on it. Slowly, I guided her backward to the couch, my eyes locked on hers. When the back of her knees hit the edge of the couch, she didn't sit. She was just being willful. I knew I could crumble her resolve. 

I captured her mouth with mine and she gave herself to me. She sighed into my mouth, and I devoured her still tasting the residual caramel on her tongue. Still standing, I kissed my way to her ear, nibbling on her earlobe, and with both hands on her ass, pulled her into me. When I sucked on her neck, she melted in my arms and her knees caved as I lowered her onto the couch. 

Before her ass sank into the cushions, I pulled on her back pockets and pulled her baggy uniform pants halfway down her buttcheeks. She gasped and looked at me with wide eyes and I stopped.
Shit, maybe I went too far.
Christina bit her lip and plucked open the front button of her pants and slid the zipper down, never taking her eyes off of mine.
Bingo, just didn't want torn pants.

With a green light, I kneeled down, pulled her pants down her hips and legs taking her slip-on, regulation, black shoes off with her pants. Her chest heaved up and down but she stayed put with her eyes locked on me. When I grabbed her feet and pushed them out to the side, her legs opened wide for me. Christina was sassy, for sure, but under her uniform her rebellion showed with her black socks sporting T-Rexes. I could guarantee she wouldn't have worn the cute bikini panties with a picture of a kitten over her kitty if she knew she would be spread out for me tonight on her sofa. If she liked dinosaurs, I would make her roar my name before I was done with her. 

She didn't move a muscle. I positioned her and she stayed put, but every move I made and every caress from her ankle to the apex of her legs her eyes followed. I could smell her arousal and her kitten panties darkened with the dampness that soaked them. I cupped her sex and her body tensed as I continued kissing my way to her belly. Her wet heat warmed my hand and I waited until her body slackened again and she moaned before I nuzzled my nose into the waistband of her kitten. 

Her response to my touch aroused me even more. My cock was straining against my jeans as I was still overly dressed for the occasion but I wasn't stopping or even getting started yet. This was all about Christina. She wasn't a dead fish; she was letting me take the lead, and I was going to lead her straight over the edge of oblivion. 

I was just getting started and the party would have to move to the bedroom eventually, but not before I heard her cum for me at least once. I slid her panties to the side and ran my fingers through her slickness. I didn't even reach her breasts yet; she still had her uniform shirt on with the light beam logo on the breast pocket but the smell of her arousal overwhelmed my senses and I had to taste her. 

Looking up at her as I took my first taste, for the first time her eyes left mine. She quickly grabbed the hem of her polo and pulled it up covering her face. 

"No, I want to see you. Don't hide from me."

She peeked over the hem of her shirt and looked down where my face hovered over her exposed sex. 

"Put it down or take it off, either way I don't care, but I want to see you."

"Why?" she squeaked. 

"How else will I know if I'm doing this right?" I joked.

"Oh, you're doing a fine job, trust me." She slowly pulled her shirt back down to just past her bra leaving her stomach exposed where I had planted previous kisses and ran her hand across the short hair on the top of my head. 

Diving in, her head flew back, one hand gripping the edge of the couch cushion and the hand on my head feverishly searched for purchase of something to hold onto and when it didn’t find anything, she dug her nails into my scalp which sent an electric shock down my spine and straight to my cock. I couldn't wait for her nails to dig into my back as I buried myself inside her. 

With one long swipe of my tongue, she writhed on the couch so I held her down with my free arm. I didn't want her wiggling away from the pleasure I wanted to give her. I spread her labia with my fingers keeping her kitten tucked to the side against my wrist lapping all the tangy salty goodness seeping from her core. The tip of my tongue prodded at her small bundle of nerves swelling under the canopy of her hood and I pulled it up to expose the sensitive spot. 

When I licked her exposed clit, her hips came off the couch, and I felt her abdomen clench under my hand. I licked at her slit bottom to top, teasing her clit with each swipe on the way up. I gently inserted one finger into her slick core and she gasped and her pussy clamped down on my finger inside of her. I slowly retracted and pushed further until I was knuckle deep and her body adjusted to the intrusion. I gave her another finger, and that time when she clamped down on me, I suckled her clit, curled my fingers, and Christina yelled, "Oh, my
God
."

I released her clit only for a minute and looked up at her. "Look at me, Christina. God has nothing to do with this right here." I curled my fingers again, massaging the bundle of nerves inside her core that had her abdomen jerking with contractions as she struggled to maintain eye contact. 

"That's right, my little munchkin, look at me. I want to see you cum for me." I clamped down on her clit again, thrusting in and out of her as she gasped for air and stared at me wide eyed with her mouth agape in an O. Her body shuddered and seized as her hips came off the couch again and her pussy convulsed and massaged my fingers. I increased the suction on her clit and she screamed my name as she dug her nails into my scalp. I was sure I would have marks the next day, but I didn't care. I was a hungry man, and she was so tasty. 

I eased up and slowly pulled my fingers back, drenched in her juices, doing my best to lick up all of it. Unfortunately, her couch cushion was going to need some drying out but her hooded lids and slack jaw indicated she didn't care at that moment. I rose up on my knees and brought my soaked hand to my mouth. Christina peered at me as I licked my fingers and her eyes widened. I leaned down to kiss her so she could taste herself on my mouth. 

She closed her eyes and I nipped at her earlobe. "You're not going to sleep on me, are you?"

"No, I was just enjoying your kisses," she said lazily, barely fluttering her eyes open.

"Good, because I'm not even close to done yet."

"Wait, there's more?" She was alert then. 

"Hell yeah." I stood up and palmed my stiff cock trying its damnedest to escape via my pocket. "That was just the opening credits."

"Oh ..."

I scooped her limp body off the couch and carried her to her bedroom, kicking off my sneakers along the way. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held on nuzzled against my chest.