Short Story Saturday-No Strings Attached: Charli and Tristan Part 3

Charli and Tristan: This Is Happening

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When Tristan kissed Charli’s forehead she felt a rush that she had never felt before.  She wanted to understand why his touch on her skin felt different than from her boyfriends in the past.  She had so many thoughts going through her head but she followed his lead.

Tristan knew that taking this step with Charli could complicate things but he wanted her and had prolonged his desire for her for a long time.  The stress of everything going on with his family was starting to get to him, and he broke up with his girlfriend.

He was not with Charli as a buffer, but he respected her and knew that she had feelings for him just as he did for her.  When her shirt hit the floor he proceeded to slide her soffe cheerleading shorts down, leaving her standing completely exposed down to her underwear.  He kissed her forehead again and told her to slide back on the bed.  They could still hear the music playing from the television as all of the late night love songs lingered in the air.

Tristan had a look on his face that said he would be gentle.  He climbed up on the bed, still wearing his jeans, but hovered over Charli kissing her lightly on her lips.  She quivered because there was a chill in the air and she was slightly nervous to be taking this step with Tristan.  She looked in his face and said, “I love you Tristan, please don’t hurt me.”

This was happening.  He inched back off of the bed, pulled his pants down and reached for a condom.  Charli watched his every move just taking it all in because he was not rushed.  He climbed back up to her and slid her panties off.  He looked down at her and said, “Are you sure?”  She nodded her head as he leaned forward and kissed her on the collar bone.  His hands were warm as her body continued to shiver.  Tristan took his time because he could feel her nervous energy.

He planted light kisses on her face, nibbled at her neck, and kissed her breasts as though they were precious gems.  He looked her deep in her eyes as he lifted her legs to position himself comfortably between them.  He felt her body tense.  Tristan knew that Charli was not a virgin, but he could tell that he had a major effect on her by the way her body responded to his touch.

Charli relaxed a little more as she felt Tristan explore her body.  She admired his pecks and his chocolate skin because they were completely naked.  As Tristan slid inside of her, he felt her vagina tighten as he worked himself inside of her.  He found his rhythm.  Not too hard. Not too soft.  Just enough to hear a whimper escape Charli’s lips.

He continued to look deeply into her eyes, not changing positions because for him this was the first time he had made love to girl.  All of the other times he had had sex, he was in and out.  No taking his time, get one off and be done.

It was evident in Tristan’s mind that he had deeper feelings for Charli than he wanted to admit to himself.  Just as he felt himself on the verge of climaxing, he reached under Charli’s hips, grabbed her ass, and stroked deeper inside of her.  The temperature was rising.  Charli was panting and just as Tristan felt himself exploding, the condom broke.

He slid out of Charli with a look of panic on his face.  “Tristan what’s wrong”, she asked feeling the same panic.  He looked at her as said, “I’m sorry, but the condom popped.”

To Be Continue

Short Story Saturday-No Strings Attached: Charli and Tristan Part 2

Charli and Tristan: Things Have Changedhl3

Charli’s mom decided that she was ready to move from the straight back and into a better house.  After looking for a short time, she had found one house but since Charli was not too enthused about it, the search continued.  By the time her mom found another house Charli began to think about all the nights she had spent in her old home with her friends.  The new house was an upgrade because there was a shower in the bathroom, but the memories being left behind is what had her stuck.

She wondered if Tristan would still come to visit her.  She wondered if the late night hellos would stop.  She wondered a lot about the new home, especially her neighbors because that was the one thing she was glad to be escaping from in her old neighborhood.  Living on a newly paved road, where the houses were close enough to hear the conversations carrying on inside was tricky because you were bound to hear something, or see something that you shouldn’t.

Just as they were moving, Charli’s nosey neighbor from across the street began talking shit about her, and on one particular day it all came to a head.  “You just don’t know what I have seen go on at your house”, Maime told Charli’s mom because she noticed how hard they were staring at them from across the street.  Charli’s mom, Cassie, looked at the old woman and said, “Well if you wanted me to know you would have told me by now, so as far as I am concerned you ain’t got shit to say.”  With those few words, Cassie walked inside and resumed packing up her belongings, then looked at her daughter and realized what a beauty she really was.

“Mommy, what was all of that about?” Charli asked walking into her mother’s room.  Even though she had heard most of the exchange, she really was hoping that her mom would talk to her and not treat her like a baby.  She liked being the only child.  She liked being the center of mother’s universe, but she also wanted her mom to see that she did not have to be protected from the many things that people said about her because she had actually grown used to it.  “Oh, Maime was just talking junk as usual, saying that I just don’t know what you be up to when I’m not home.”  Cassie decided to take that chance to have that conversation, phishing for a response from her, trying to see exactly what she would say.

There was an understanding between Charli and her mom that left a lot of people confused.  Cassie was not blind to the many admirers her daughter had, she just hoped that Charli was being smart.  She also knew that Tristan had become a permanent fixture in Charli’s life and wanted to protect her from heartbreak.  Even though Charli was mature for her age, Tristan was no longer in school and was grown in the eyes of the law but she knew how her daughter felt about him.

They had been moved in a few months and Tristan finally made his way over to see Charli.  True to form he called and told her he’d be out and about for a little while but he would definitely come see her because he missed her.  Charli lived a few streets over from Tristan’s aunt’s house, so it was not really a stretch for him to make his way over to see her.

Sitting in the living room one night, Charli heard a car door close then she saw a car out front.  She felt the butterflies in the pit of her stomach as she watched Tristan walk up the driveway.  She opened the door before he could knock.  “Come outside”, he said to her very smoothly and without hesitation she stepped outside.  As they sat on the front steps she could smell the Cool Water cologne, but fidgeted a little because she had heard in the streets that Tristan had a girlfriend.  But remembering they were just friends she couldn’t be mad.

“What brings you by Trist?”  Looking at him, she saw a stress line in the middle of his forehead as he began to speak.  “Man chill out, I just wanted to see you”, Tristan looked at her.  He could hear the hurt in her voice, but he had made up in his mind he would tell the truth about whatever she asked.

“So I hear you have a girlfriend, why you not with her?”  Charli looked at him, searching his face for more answers.  “Look, it ain’t what you think it is” he began to say.  “Yea ole girl my girlfriend but shit ain’t working out anyways; but I ain’t here to talk about her.  I just wanted to see you.”  Then there was awkward silence.  The night air around them was humid and thick.  Crickets chirped as they sat side by side staring up at the stars in the moonlight.  Tristan grabbed Charli hand and said, “I will never lie to you.”

A few weeks went by before they spoke again.  Charli respected his relationship, but wanted to know why he chose someone else to be his girlfriend over her.  It bothered her quite a bit but she knew that no matter who he was with, if he came to see her, she would not turn him away.

Just as she had poured a big glass of sweet tea from the fridge and sat down to watch Midnight Love on BET, there was a knock at the door.  She had felt anxious the whole day wondering what was causing her nervousness.  Her heart had been missing the person who popped up at his own will.  Tristan was at the door again.  He was tired, but he was intense.  He walked on in.  Instead of going into Charli’s room they watched Janet Jackson’s Anytime, Anyplace video and sat on the couch.  He didn’t say anything, he just held her hand.  As Brian McKnight’s Anytime began to play, Tristan leaned into her and kissed her.

This kiss was different.  It was lustful.  It was warm.  It was a longing in his veins that he could no longer deny.  Tristan loved Charli, and even though he never spoke the words to her, he hoped she understood.  He was older.  He knew what to do.  He knew what to say.  He took the lead and pulled Charli from the couch.  He hugged her.  He wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her tight.

Tristan looked down at her and kissed her again sliding his tongue between her lips.  His tongue wrestled with hers as he walked her backwards towards her room.  He sat her on the edge of her bed and removed his shirt while standing in front of her.  “Can I?”

Those two words slid off of his lips as he reached for her shirt.  Before Charli could answer, she felt his hands in the small of her back pulling her closer to him.  He lifted her shirt up and over her head, then kissed her on her forehead.  This was happening.

To be continue…

Short Story Saturday- No Strings Attached: Charli and Tristan Part 1

Charli and Tristan: Innocent Love

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Charli had felt the pressure to lose her virginity and soon found out that it was not worth all of the hype.  The experience was not pleasant and when she got her next boyfriend he automatically assumed that they would have sex too.  She did but it was more so because she didn’t want him to break up with her rather than wanting to really have sex.  After all peer pressure was hell for a girl her age because having the maturity to say no just did not exist.  It was not until she met Tristan that she realized that not all boys were the same.

Charli had seen Tristan around school, and was actually friends with his brother Trae. She could not keep her eyes off of him, Tristan was everything.  Her heart skipped a beat when she would see him and wondered if he ever looked at her in the same way.  Having a crush on someone and them not knowing was a relief because it saved her the embarrassment of rejection.  But after a couple of years of watching him from a distance, Charli began to notice how his eyes always found a way to meet with hers.

She sat at the top of the bleachers one Sunday at the park and she spotted Tristan walking across the field.  He had matured a lot but still had his smooth baby face, and chocolate skin that made her heart flutter.  They had never spoken more than a few words to each other in passing, but this particular day something felt different.  Tristan dapped a few dudes up as he walked towards the basketball courts, stood in the crowd with some others because he was dressed to play this particular Sunday.  He headed towards the bleachers and Charli wondered if he would come her way and he did.

She felt a pinch on her side and there he was, Tristan, smiling up at her showing his beautiful white teeth.  “Hey Charli,” he said leaning as he propped his elbows up beside her hip slightly touching it.  “What’s up Trist,” she said looking down at him trying to play it cool.  They had been playing phone tag, and she was sure that he had gotten the message from his older sister that she had called him.  Charli wasn’t exactly shy, but sometimes leaving a message for him was scary especially when their grandmother answered the phone.  She always seemed so aggravated.

Whenever Charli and Tristan talked it was always long enough for him to tell her that he would be out and about for a while but he would hit her up later.  He was a corner boy and she knew what that meant and pretty soon his phone calls were long enough just to say, “I’ll be by to see you later.”  That didn’t stop Charli from calling, sometimes she’d call just so he would know she reached out.

They would see each other many times in different places.  The park on Sundays, the corner store where everybody hung out to shoot pool and listen to Tupac blasting from the jukebox, the teen club Paradise, and teen night up at Voodoo’s on Tuesday nights during the summer.  There was always a subtle hello, a slight grab of the arm, a glance across the room, or a whisper in the ear to step outside so they could talk.  No one was blind to it.  Charli and Tristan had the true what’s understood don’t need to be explained relationship.  Not exactly boyfriend and girlfriend but it was more than friendship.

Charli’s mom worked at night, so on the weekend her friends would fall through and parlay at the house for a few hours just laughing and shooting the shit.  Ironically the crew that would fall through was friends of Tristan’s that were also involved with Charli’s friends.  The circle was tight and everybody guarded each other’s relationships.  By the time everyone would clear out slightly after midnight, Charli would retreat to her room full of nothing but love for her friends and guarder of their secrets.  Her eyes would shut for maybe thirty minutes before hearing a tap at the front door.

Checking the clock, it displayed 12:57 a.m.  Without precaution, Charli walked to the door and opened it without asking who it was.  Many times this would happen.  She’d open the door, turn, and then walk back to her room.  Tristan would step in, shut the door, and follow the path leading him to her.  To Charli, Tristan always smelled like a freshly smoked blunt and Cool Water cologne.  He was tired from beating block and wanted to rest.

Stepping into Charli’s room, she walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck giving him her love disguised as a hug.  He’d wrap his arms around her waist squeezing her in return.  They’d stand there face to face.  “Hey Trist,” she said, “It’s late.”  Simple sentences, no questions.  “Yeah, I know but I wanted to see you,” he said smoothly.  Charli just looked at him and smiled, “Good, but I was laying down,” she’d say turning back towards her bed, climbing to the middle of it.  Tristan would kick off his shoes and join her.

There was no pressure.  There were no lies.  He was the only dude she was interested in and waited for him to come see her most of the time.  She knew that he was a corner boy.  He was also older than her but he never tried to take advantage of her.  Tristan turned her face towards his and kissed her.  His lips were soft, his tongue was warm, and his touch made her comfortable.  He whispered, “Thank you for not turning me away.”

Charli kissed him back, lovingly.  She looked in his eyes and heard his sincerity then turned on her side.  Tristan reached under her shirt and pulled her closer to him and held her while he napped lightly.  His internal alarm woke him up.  He’d grabbed his shoes and pulled Charli towards the door, he knew her mom would be home from work soon.  He hugged her again, and then walked out the door.  She closed it behind him.  She loved him at a very young age.

They spent time like this on the regular.  Charli was his safe place.  Tristan was hers.

To be continued…