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As the Seasons Grey	By : christinecornell Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 261 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Started life as kinky Christmas-related short stories in 2022 and took on a life of its own shortly thereafter. 100 fiction, none of this is real, and I own nothing except for the character of Christine.

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Christine rolled over onto her back, and she could feel something soft and warm right next to her. She smiled as she thought about her mother’s teddy bears back at her apartment. For a second, she swore that she had one of them right next to her there in bed, that is until she opened her eyes, and she spotted the silhouette of an even bigger teddy bear right next to her, one with long black hair down to his shoulders and a plume of gray at the crown of his head. She reached up for his shoulder, and then she ran her hand down the lovely, full shape of his body: she kept her hand rested right near his hip, right where his belly filled out from his body.
Even with some extra pounds, he was rather gorgeous. If anything, he seemed far more attractive because of it. Christine moved her hand to the spot underneath his belly right above his thigh. Had she moved her hand any closer to the middle, right near his belly button, she would give him a hand job, and perhaps the best one he could ask for in a long time as well.
She kissed his neck, and then she glided her hand up onto his lower belly for a feel of that soft skin there. He was so warm and smooth, like the smoothest butter fresh out of the churning process: a little kiss of hair right under his belly button sent a shiver up her spine.
She then moved her hand down to the space in between his legs.
Given it was early in the morning, he felt a little extra firm there. Her fingers snaked over his skin, and she wrinkled her nose at the thought of fondling him any more than that.
But something told her that she could pleasure him better than Captain Howdy. She could bring his body a feeling of rapture that he hadn’t experienced before.
Christine pursed her lips together as she let her fingers glide over that extra smooth skin below the belt. She nuzzled her nose into the side of his neck to absorb the soft smell of his skin all the while. The tip of her index finger slipped into the hole, and she gave it a good little wiggle. Alex stirred but he never woke up.
She moved her finger out of the hole so she could better caress him with one hand. It was tricky given she couldn’t see what she was doing but the feeling was there, however. She kissed the side of his neck again, and that was when she felt something liquid on her finger.
Alex stirred again, and that time he shifted his weight as if he wanted to roll over. Christine moved her hand back away to let him: once he lay flat on his back, albeit still asleep, and with the covers bunched down around his bare, round waist. The mere sight of his belly out like that was enough to tickle her below the belt as well. It was the way that he hung out in the open like that, and he was so round and full in shape to boot.
Careful not to wake him, Christine sat up and hovered right over the lower side of his belly. She leaned into the spot under his belly button for a gentle kiss there. He softly groaned in his throat at the feeling but he never woke up.
Another sweet little kiss on that ribbon of delicate skin, followed by a kiss on the rim of his belly button.
She could feel her dark nipples tightening from under the Sepultura shirt that she ultimately wore to bed. She knew that she herself could be ready in a few more kisses. His skin was so soft and light: it reminded her of drinking down the smoothest of milk that she could possibly ever imagine.
A third kiss on the spot under his belly button and she parted her lips for a soft moan.
She could feel it on her nipples and in between her legs.
She climbed on top of him. Her knees down on either side of his body like the mighty Amazon.
His eyes still remained closed as she bore down on him as gently as possible. He slipped inside of her as if he was the most perfect fit. That milk was about to made into cream before he had his morning cup of coffee. Christine swayed her hips at a slow, simmering pace. Slow and steady. Slow and easy. Slow enough to breathe harder and faster but not slow enough to bore her to no end. Alex rolled his head to the side and he breathed a little bit harder as well but he never woke up.
It was tricky given he was still very much asleep, and thus, she couldn’t tell if he was about to come for her. But she was coming for him, and rather quickly.
Christine parted her lips again to let out a low whistle as she rose higher and higher with each soft gyration. She reached up to her own firm, tight nipples to feel them and tickle them even more. She gasped and softly groaned from the feeling. She closed her eyes and let out a low moan as she came for him.
Alex stirred yet again, and that time he opened his eyes. Christine lifted off of him before he could say anything; delirious, Alex caught himself on the bed and she lay back down next to him with her legs wide open.
“Good morning,” she whispered to him as she kissed him right on those soft cherry lips.
“Good morning, dear Christine,” he returned the favor with a sleepy smile across his handsome face. “Do you just do what I think you just did?”
“You know it was,” she said with another kiss on the side of his neck. His eyes drooped open a bit but it was obvious he had a way to go before he woke up all the way.
“Mmm, that felt so good. It was weird, too, because I was still asleep and everything. I thought I was having the sexiest hallucination ever.”
“I’m your sexy hallucination, baby,” she breathed right into his ear before she pressed her lips on the rim, followed by her tongue.
“Whoa,” he blurted out, and he lifted his head all the way to jar himself awake.
“You like that?” she teased him.
“You have no idea,” he sputtered with that sly smile still plastered on his face.
She cuddled up next to him with her arm around his belly once again, and she once again kissed him on the neck.
“Where is this coming from?” he asked her.
“It’s a feeling I’ve always kept inside of me,” she replied. “But I never really knew how to get it out in the open, though. I never really had a chance before.”
“A total babe like yourself, really?”
“Really, really.”
She kissed him on the neck again, that time a firmer, more powerful kiss on his skin, such that it brought a gasp out of him.
“Phew. You’re a really good kisser.”
“You think so?” she sweetly asked him.
“It’s the way that your kisses just hit my skin. They’re so small and kind of dainty, but they’re really sexy the more you do them on me. It’s the way they seem to hit me just right, like little feathers.” Christine kissed him again. “Careful. You keep kissing me, you might get a second round.”
“You say that like it’s bad thing,” she teased him with a little chuckle.
“It’s punishment for you being such a naughty girl,” he teased her right back. Christine kissed him on the base of his neck, and then she led a line of kisses right up to his face. She rubbed her hand over his belly as well.
“You have a really sexy belly, too,” she told him.
“You think so?” He seemed taken aback by that.
“Yeah. You were already very cute to begin with, and being all round and chubby only adds to it.”
He looked down at his belly and set a hand at the roundest part, right where she kissed him, albeit with a slight wrinkle to his nose. Christine lovingly patted him on the chest.
“So cute,” she breathed as she lay her head down on his chest trying hear his heartbeat. “Just so cute…”
“Oof, I gotta see a man about a horse,” he told her, and she rolled back to let him up. He climbed out of bed on the other side and onto the strip of floor under the window.
“And you’re the horse, I assume?” she teased him, and he laughed out loud at that.
“Hey, you’re the cowgirl who was riding me,” he said as he skirted past the foot of the bed to the door.
“Giddy up, Jewish cowboy!” And he laughed at that as he bowed out of the room.
Christine sat up herself, and she spread her legs out before her on the smooth bedsheet. She smiled as she thought about what had happened there, and she knew that she him in the palm of her hand from thence forth. Indeed, when she glanced over at his nightstand, she noticed that he had no pictures of Captain Howdy to be found anywhere. He had no pictures of her anywhere in his apartment. In fact, she realized that she had no idea what she even looked like. As far as Christine knew, she was just some strange woman who happened to have his phone number as well as his address.
Within time, it was her turn. She ran her tongue along her unbrushed teeth as she thought about Captain Howdy being in that same bathroom as well. She had used her shampoo and conditioner without her knowing, and it made her chuckle to herself once again.
Alex had put on a pot of coffee for the two of them once she breezed in there with nothing more than that snug Sepultura shirt and her panties.
“That’s a really cute look,” he told her as he put on his glasses and ran his fingers through his frizzy black hair.
“T-shirt and panties?”
“Yeah.” He showed her that lopsided little grin. “I mean, the fact you took off your bra only adds to it, too.”
He poured the two of them a cup of coffee each, to which they made a toast to one another.
“What does she look like, by the way?” Christine asked him as she leaned up against the counter opposite to him.
“Very small and slight,” he replied, and he held his black mug down in front of his chest. “Like, she’s about a hundred pounds soaking wet, as my mom would say. Really, you and I are giants compared to her. I dwarf her just from my belly alone. She’s got bangs like you do, but your hair is a lot coarser and thicker by comparison, like hers is almost thin and filmy. She’s of mixed race like you, too, but it’s a lot more explicit with her, like she carries the whole Middle Eastern gypsy thing with her like it’s a fucking flag or something…” His voice trailed off and he sighed through his nose. They sipped on their coffee in unison, and Christine set her mug on the counter next to her.
“I wish I could just—” He stopped, and he shook his head. She stepped closer to him.
“Yes?”
He lowered his gaze to the floor. He shook his head and closed his eyes: his fuzzy dark hair fluttered about like the dangling branches of a weeping willow.
“I wish I could just go back in time,” he confessed. “Go back to when I really believed that I was in love with her. It was such an innocent, almost naïve time. I was in shambles and she just walked into my life. I thought she was my angel before she showed me her horns soon enough.” Christine rested her hand on his shoulder, and yet he never looked at her. He raised his mug to his cherry lips and took a heartier swig. “Good as hell coffee.”
She leaned in for a kiss on the neck, that time raised up on her toes.
“It really is,” she told him in a near whisper, and she slid her hand down onto his chest.
“I also wish I could break her neck,” he added, and Christine raised her eyebrows at that.
“Break her neck?”
“She hit me. She also obviously bothers you, too.”
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” she assured him: it was an awful feeling that she simply couldn’t shake from her being.
“She fattened me up, too. You know, I was so thin not even a few years ago. You would be amazed by how thin I was even going all the way into my mid-forties. I was so thin and really fit—elegant actually. Now, look at me. I gained so much weight because of her. I’m a fat pig now. She made me into a fat potbellied pig.”
Christine moved her hand down onto his belly to feel his warmth there.
“But of course, my weight has drawn quite the attention,” he noted as he raised his gaze from the floor to Christine and her parted lips.
“Combined with the specs, definitely,” she assured him, and he showed her a little smile and bowed his head again.
“I only want you, Christine,” he told her in a near whisper. His glasses slid down his aquiline nose so she could look into those beautiful blues, as blue as the ocean.
“But I also want her. My nauseous stomach can’t hardly take the thought of losing either of you.”
“Have you considered having the both of us at your disposal?” she suggested.
“That wouldn’t fly with her for one second,” he told her with a raise of his eyebrows and another big swig of his coffee. “She wants me and her to be partners forever. Just the two of us. No trios or quartets or quintets or more: just two at the helm. If I’m being honest, I’ve always loved the idea of being part of a union like that…” Even though Christine could obviously make out the pain on his face upon his saying that. “But believe me. If I would do that, I could without question. Be the scrappy teacher who can play the shit out of the guitar and has a metric shitload of girls around him to boot.”
“You kinda do have a metric shitload of girls around you, though,” she pointed out. “Me and the Sundaes, and I think Nelly really likes you, too.”
He was silent for a moment. Christine tilted her head to the side for a better look into his face and the far away look in his eyes. As far and as silent as the heart of the Pacific Ocean, a thousand miles from the shoreline.
“You want her gone from your life, don’t you,” she continued. He closed his eyes and set his mug down on the counter next to him.
“I don’t know what I want,” he confessed with a shake of his head. Christine leaned in to his face again for another kiss on the lips.
“I think you do,” she whispered into his mouth. There was a low buzzing noise in the next room.
“I shall return,” he promised her, and he ducked out of the kitchen to fetch his phone. Christine rested a hand on the side of her face to feel the warmth within her skin. She had him. She knew that she had him in the palm of her hand like a handful of stardust.
She sipped on her coffee some more in all its lushness and fullness, lush and full just like Alex’s body. She closed her eyes and leaned against the counter. She was winning. She was about to have him all to herself.
His laughter hit her ear like a hot ember straight out of the fireplace. The warm feeling inside of her soon faded out as his voice came in closer to the front part of the apartment, and she knew that that wasn’t the sound of a man who was miserable.
Christine downed some more of her coffee before she turned around for a look at the doorway to the rest of the apartment. Alex stood there with his phone to his ear and his other hand pressed to his hip.
“Yes. Yes, okay.” Christine frowned at the sight of him there. He had taken off his glasses, and thus, it was obvious from the look in his eyes that he was disgusted, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but notice the slight smile on his face.
He couldn’t make up his mind, and she was certain that she had him wrapped around her little finger as well. She downed the rest of her coffee and then rinsed out her mug.
Alex chuckled again.
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I’ll get around to that, to getting the money for the wedding. Yeah. Yeah, love you, too, honey. Bye.”
He closed the phone and then shook his head about.
“Now,” he started again with his gaze directed at Christine there in the kitchen. “Where were we?”
“I was just leaving,” she declared. “Where are my pants?” She then spotted them as well as the teddy bear, her bra, and her purse on the couch.
“Wait, what?” he asked her, bewildered.
“Alex, I can’t do this,” she told him as she stalked past him and over to the couch.
“What! What do you mean?”
“I can’t handle this incessant waffling,” she said as she put her pants on. “It’s either me or Captain Howdy.”
“Don’t say that,” he beseeched with a shake of his head.
“I mean it, Alex. You said it yourself: you want to be a part of a dynamic duo, so—choose.” She sat down to tie up her shoes. He stood there with his phone in one hand and his glasses in the other, that is until she saw him put his glasses back on over his face as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Nevertheless, she tied up her shoes and straightened out the Sepultura shirt that he had given her. She picked up her bra and stuffed it into her bag, and then she stood to her feet and slung her bag over her shoulder. She reached into her bag for a scrunchie and tied up her hair in a taut ponytail at the crown of her head.
“What’re you doing?” he asked her, and she shot him an icy gaze as she picked her green coat off the hook by the door.
“It’s me or her, Alex,” she declared. “Choose. Choose, or I’m leaving. I believe you when you say you’re unhappy with her, but when I see you smiling when she’s on the phone, I wonder just how much you mean it.”
“I do mean it!” he insisted.
“Not a chance,” she said, and she resisted the urge to raise her voice. “Not a chance in hell, Alex. I saw you smiling. I saw and heard you laughing. You even called her ‘honey’, for cripes’ sake.”
“It’s an act! It’s all an act, I promise you!”
“You sounded awful sincere about it, though,” she pointed out, and she buttoned up her jacket.
“Christine, no!” he begged to her as she opened the door. “Christine, please! Please! Listen to me!” She turned to face him and the look of pain on his face, as if he was ready to burst into tears right there. She could feel her bottom lip trembling at the sight of him, this sweet older man with his long beautiful fuzzy dark hair and sliver of gray at the crown of his head: he had taken off his glasses so she could see into his bright blue eyes, as glassy and crystalline as the ocean waters. She knew that tears awaited her in those eyes, such that if she looked into them longer, she could coax them out with an extra second longer.
“Goodbye, Alex,” she told him as the tears brimmed her eyes. She stepped out of his apartment with her head bowed so no one would have to look into her eyes as well. Christine made her way to the corner for the bus stop, but she knew that she wouldn’t return home, at least not for the time being. She stood at the corner to wait for a clearing in the traffic, and she could feel him behind her.
The wind billowed her dark hair about as she trudged down the street. Even though she kept her hair tied up at the back of her head, she kept her hands on the sides of her head to keep the noise of the street at a level for her battered ears.
The next bus would come along, but she didn’t intend to come on home to her apartment. It was too long of a story to tell to her mother anyway.
She instead took the next feeder bus up onto New York Island. She kept her gaze away from the rest of the onslaught of passengers. No one needed to know why the woman in green was on the brink of tears all the way up the spine of New York City, past the Museum of Ice Cream, the Museum of Sex, the Empire State Building, the Chrysler Building, all the little shops and restaurants, the hustle and bustle of downtown Manhattan, and with the breaks in the clouds to behold her the clearest blue sky she could think of to top it all off.
The clearest blue sky. The bluest eyes she could think of.
She pressed the button for the bell: as the bus lumbered to the curb of the busy street, it was as if the barracks of the dam had weakened.
The kids were out to play in the park across the street: the smell of freshly baked bread welcomed her as if she had just returned home for Christmas.
She was greeted by the older doorman in his dark green uniform, who welcomed her into the building once she had told him why she was there.
The barracks weakened even more with each ticking number on the elevator up. Once the doors opened, there was no holding it in anymore. She knocked on the door and waited as one streamed down her face and several more teetered after it. The door opened and she was greeted by that feathery blonde hair done up in a ponytail upon the crown of her head as well.
“Hi, Chris!” Nelly greeted her with a big jovial smile, which then disappeared as quickly as it came. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
“I need to talk to you,” Christine told her, and she couldn’t stop the tears from falling down her face. “I think I just fucked up.”
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