6 Times a Day



Current Patreon Members:

Silver Tier:

William Osborne

Broze Tier:

Danial Haxton, Tangents, JustGotHit, Killstroyer, VoidStar, WendigosArk, Jester Smash

---------------------------------------------

Alan didn't realize what trouble he had caused for Christine with  deciding that they wouldn't be going to a fancy, expensive restaurant  for their next practice date. He'd thought that would make things simple  and easy for both of them. But in fact it had thrown Christine's plans  into confusion, now that she couldn't wear the outfit she'd borrowed  from her young, beautiful, blonde aunt Kirsten.

Kirsten lived about half an hour away to the north, closer to  Los Angeles, where she worked. Christine felt she had no choice but to  drive to Kirsten's apartment to get something else to wear. So that's  what she did, after calling first to set up a time when Kirsten would be  there.

Christine came into Kirsten's apartment carrying the dress  she'd hoped to wear that night, as well as some other borrowed outfits  she was returning.

After some small talk, Christine said, "Aunt Kirsten, I need  your help! I've got an emergency situation. I'm going on another  practice date with Alan tonight, and I have nothing to wear! He said  we're just going to go to a casual place to eat, so none of those will  do." She nodded towards the pile of clothes she was returning.  "Furthermore, I need to really wow him. I need something to wear that's  casual, yet SUPER sexy! Something that will cause him to lose all  control!"

Kirsten sat in a chair with Christine sitting across from  her. She said, "Here's a question for you. Is Alan, gay, blind,  neutered, or crazy?"

"None of the above," Christine replied huffily.

"Then what's the problem? Why do you need all of these  fashionable outfits in the first place? Christine, you're gorgeous! You  outshine most of the models I know. Furthermore, you've already got your  man. I know you're shy to admit it or talk about it, but don't worry,  your mom told me everything."

Christine frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I know all about how you two French kissed. Congratulations!  Your first boyfriend! He's a lucky guy. So you don't have to keep up  this 'practice date' pretense with me anymore."

Christine sighed wearily. "Oh no! Mom told you about the kiss?"

"She did."

"UGH! She wasn't supposed to tell anybody, not even Dad! UGH!"

"What's the problem? That's great news. It's about damn time, if you ask me."

Christine was distraught. "The problem is, yes, we did kiss,  but... it was kind of an accident. You see, Alan's not really my  boyfriend. Not yet, at least. I just kind of gave Mom that impression to  make her happy. She's been pestering me to date forever. The truth is,  I'm still just practice dating with Alan."

Kirsten gesticulated in agitation. "What the hell?! What's  wrong with this Alan guy?! If he's French kissed you extensively, then  clearly he has the hots for you. How is that an accident? Did he fall on  you and get his lips stuck to yours with Superglue?!"

Christine looked away in embarrassment. "No, obviously not.  It was something that kind of happened. When it was over, we both vowed  not to let it happen again, although I didn't really mean it."

Kirsten growled, "I figured it was something like that.  Anyway, it shows that he desires you, which should surprise no one,  since he has eyes to see. For instance, you've told me he's a 'breast  man,' and he definitely hit the mother lode with you on that!" She  nodded at Christine's impressive bust. "By all accounts, you two are  getting along like gangbusters on these 'practice dates,' right?" She  made air quotes when she said "practice dates," which was a concept she  still didn't really understand.

"Right. Definitely."

"So what's the problem? Why aren't you officially boyfriend-girlfriend yet?"

Christine let out an even heavier and more frustrated sigh.  "It's... complicated. You see... dammit, do I really have to tell you  this? UGH! I guess I do. You see, the problem is, I'm not his official  girlfriend because he already has one."

"What?!" Kirsten nearly rose out of her chair, she was so  upset and surprised by that. "No! I'm shocked and disappointed. That  seems so unlike you!"

Christine frantically waved her hands defensively. "Wait!  Wait! It's not like that! I'm not trying to steal him away from someone  else! In fact, uh... actually... in a way, it's kind of worse than  that."

Kirsten settled back in her chair. "Oh boy. This is going to be interesting. I'm all ears!"

"Uh, the thing is... he does have a girlfriend, a really nice  girl named Amy, who by the way is also very busty and beautiful, but...  Now, before I continue, don't tell any of what I'm about to say to my  mom or dad, okay?"

"Okay. I swear myself to silence. Now, what is it, already?"

"Well, you see, Amy... she's fine with sharing him with other girls. It's a non-exclusive relationship, for him."

"'For him?'" Kirsten raised a suspicious eyebrow.

Christine's face was starting to turn red as she revealed her  predicament. "Yeah, well, Amy doesn't want to go out with any other  guy, but she has no problem with him doing whatever he wants with other  girls."

"Are you kidding me?!"

"No, I'm serious. And... let's just say he takes full  advantage. He's involved with a number of other girls, who are pretty  much the most beautiful and desirable girls in school. He's even gotten  intimate with the evil head cheerleader, to my great frustration, but  that's a whole other story."

"But wait. If he's such a player, and he's kissed you  already, then what's the problem? I don't know these other girls, but I  can't imagine any of them are more beautiful than you. And I'll bet  you're smarter and more successful than all of them combined! So why  does he hesitate with you?"

Christine growled with frustration. "You tell me! URGH! It's  damn aggravating! The thing is, he feels like he's living a pretty  sexually wild lifestyle, which I guess is true, and he doesn't think I'd  fit in with that. More importantly, he values his friendship with me.  He worries that if we get sexually intimate, it could ruin that.  Especially since he is involved with these other girls, and he knows  that's not a situation I'd be willing to put up with for very long. So  he resists!"

Kirsten said, "And you don't want him to resist. Even given all his other girls?"

"No, I don't!"

"How many other girls are we talking about?!"

"I don't know exactly. A handful, I'd guess, unfortunately.  He's got all those girls chasing after him for a reason. It's not like  he's Mr. McDreamy Dreamboat; some other guys are more handsome or buff  or whatever. But... there's just something about him!" She clutched the  air in front of her in frustration. "I can't explain it! I want HIM, and  nobody else will do! I'm trying to charm him, and flirt, and dress to  impress, and so much more... and I'm close! Really close! He's wavering  and weakening, I can tell! That kiss you know about, that was key! That  shows he wants me too, like you said!"

She shook a fist, because she was so passionate about it.  "That's why I need your help! I want to wear something tonight that'll  absolutely knock his socks off! He said 'dress casual.' Well, I don't  care if we're going to frickin' McDonalds: I can dress informally AND  super sexily at the same time, can't I? Can you help me find something  to wear like that?!"

Kirsten brought a hand to her chin and stared off into space.  After a long pause, she said, "Before I answer that, I want to make  sure you're doing the right thing. I've been helping you with your other  practice dates, but I didn't know the true situation until now. Is this  really wise? I see you kind of like my little sister, so I figure it's  my job to look out for you. Christine, this is so very unlike you. It  seems to me like you're entering into a hornet's nest. If he has a  formal girlfriend AND he's involved with other girls on top of that, how  could this possibly end well for you?"

Christine replied, "I understand your concern. But look at it  this way. I'm not trying to marry the guy. I'm very young, and totally  sexually inexperienced. I'm sure I'll have many boyfriends before I find  'the one.' Right now, what I'm most interested in is finding out what  sex and romance is all about, and he's the perfect guy for that. For one  thing, he's basically my only male friend, and the only guy I'd feel  comfortable enough with to be intimate. I like him a lot. He's a super  nice guy, really easy to be with and talk to. Furthermore, it just so  happens that he's a total stud! You should hear the girls rave about  him. Apparently, he's head and shoulders above everyone else in school  in terms of sexual prowess and leaving his lovers VERY sexually  satisfied."

She concluded, "So, yeah, the situation is kind of  complicated, but kind of not. I want to keep his friendship. That's  really important to me. But why can't he and I have a 'friends with  benefits' arrangement? Kirsten, I don't want to leave high school still a  virgin! It's so embarrassing! The other kids call me 'Pristine  Christine' and 'Christine, the Ice Queen' because everyone knows how  I've never dated. I'm sick of it! I want to know what I've been missing!  And, frankly, I'm really into Alan. He... he... damn it, this is hard  to put into words, but... he lights my fire, okay? That kiss we shared, I  want a lot more of that! Much more!"

Kirsten smiled and laughed. "Okay, okay, I get it. And I'm  glad. Good for you! You're reminding me what it was like to be a  hot-blooded teenager. If you put it that way, I don't see the harm. It  reminds me of that song 'Night Moves' by Bob Seger. Are you familiar  with that one?"

Christine shook her head.

"It's about teenage romance. There's a lyric that goes, 'I  used her, she used me, but neither one cared. We were getting our  share.' That sounds like what's happening here, and there's nothing  wrong with that, especially at your age. So sure, I'll help you 'wow'  him. Let's talk clothes."

Christine pumped her first, and then gave a big thumbs up. "YES!"

Kirsten got a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "I do have  something special for you, a gift for you. I've been tinkering with  designing a sexy, skin-tight outfit. Since I have your measurements, and  I could see where things were going with Alan, I had one made for you  already. I was going to give it to you some other time, but you might  need it now. I'm not sure if it's appropriate for a restaurant meal.  Frankly, I'm not sure just what it's appropriate for; it's just  something I've been experimenting with. But it IS 'super sexy'; there's  no doubt about that. And it should fit you like a second skin. Alan will  love it, I'm sure."

Christine stood up. She was bursting with eagerness. "Excellent! Let's see it! Where is it?!"

Kirsten laughed. "I'll get it for you soon enough. But since  I've got you here in my grasp, we need to talk about some other things  first. For instance, this is a good time for you to borrow some other  clothes, for future 'practice dates.' Or, hopefully, just dates. So we  should pick those out together. And we've got a lot to talk about  regarding Alan. I want to know more about this mysterious Don Juan.  There's a lot I can tell you to help you take things to the next level  with him."

Christine was beyond impatient. "Good, good, but later! Let's see this skin-tight outfit already!"

Kirsten stood up to get the outfit, knowing Christine  wouldn't be put off any longer. She chuckled some more. "Girl, you've  changed. Mere months ago, it seemed you couldn't be bothered with boys  whatsoever. It looked like you were totally repressing your sexual side  with your homework and martial arts. Now, it's like all that pent-up  sexual desire is coming out all at once. I almost feel sorry for this  Alan guy. Once you two really get started, he won't know what hit him!"