6 Times a Day

Chapter 1101 Christine!

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While Glory's vision of Alan getting help from Simone and Heather in getting relief for his blue balls was in no way implausible based on recent events, the reality turned out to be far different. As soon as he left Glory's classroom and closed the door, someone else was there for him.

Christine urgently grabbed his arm. "Alan! You got out early. What a lucky break!" She looked at him with determination and intensity.

Alan was miffed. He thought, Can't anyone leave me alone for at least one minute? How the hell am I going to get relief now, with Christine, of all people, clinging to me?

He hid his disappointment as well as he could, but couldn't help but ask, "Wait. Have you been standing out here the whole time, just waiting for me to come out?"

Christine shot him an angry look. Apparently, he was violating her security protocol by saying even that much, even though there was no one around. She merely said, "Come with me."

Alan was still in an extremely erotic mood. He thought, If she's helping that much, she must really want my body. In his fantasy, Christine was taking him to the notorious little-used "stinky bathroom." She would rush in the bathroom, yank off her pants and panties, then bend over the sink with her legs spread wide. She'd say, "Alan, I forgot to mention it, but there's a price to be paid for having a bodyguard. I expect to get paid in cum daily, and I expect you to start now. So move! Fuck me hard and fill me up with your burning hot cum! Bust my cherry!"

He had an idiotic grin on his face as he vividly envisioned this, but he felt a hand yanking on his and that woke him out of his reverie. It was a rather peeved Christine practically pulling him away. He got the message and began keeping up with her, but he still kept the stupid grin and vague sexual thoughts about all the different ways he'd be "forced" to "pay" his bodyguard.

She hurried down the hallway.

Just as they got going, the bell rang, indicating that the lunchtime was over and there was only five minutes for students to get to their next class. That meant the halls would soon be filling up with people.

As she rushed along with Alan struggling to keep up, she made some small talk. "By the way, what was going on in there? I thought I could just barely make out some yelling, earlier."

"Oh, you know. Heather and Ms. Rhymer hate each other with a passion. Things kind of got out of hand." Technically that was true, but it was also highly misleading. He thought to himself, You could say that again!

He was so aroused that just about any thought would lead to a sexual fantasy, and the mention of Heather and Glory hating each other made it easy. He spaced out picturing a cat fight between teacher and student turning into a lesbian love-fest. His blank stare and idiotic grin came back with a vengeance.

Christine brought him back to the same empty hallway she'd taken him to earlier in the day, when she'd had him meet Michelle. In fact, they went to the exact same alcove. Only this time Michelle wasn't there and Christine pushed him into the alcove and then went in after him. It was a great spot to make out, and couples did use it for that purpose from time to time. But she remained partially in the hall and partially in the alcove so she could steal occasional glances to see if others might be coming their way.

They stopped, but Christine could see Alan was in another world. She waved her hand in front of his face and even snapped her fingers. "Alan? Hell-looo? Alan? Are you with me?"

"Oh. Right. Sorry." He struggled to focus on her words and not drop his eyes to her thoroughly covered but still undeniably massive chest. He guessed her tits were about the same size as Susan's or Suzanne's, and he imagined a size competition where all three women were topless and rubbing their chests up against each other to determine who had the biggest rack. (That was hardly the most efficient way to compare sizes, but it sure worked for Alan's fantasy.) He lay underneath them all, fucking Christine and fingering Susan's perpetually needy ass. His stupid grin came back again.

Christine though was also partially distracted as she looked around to see if they had been spotted or followed. As she did this, she waved her hand in front of his face and said crisply, "Alan, what's with you? This is very important! I was waiting for you all during lunch, but never mind that. It's part of my job. While I was waiting, and just after Heather" - she spat out Heather's name with obvious distaste - "and Simone went in there, Michelle came to give me some more news. Hot off the press, too! Too bad you weren't around to hear it straight from her. It turns out that her brother talked to her again. All kinds of things are going down!"

Up to this point, the main thought on Alan's mind had been how he was going to cum before the end of lunch. Since he was with Christine, his hard-on had not gone down in the slightest, since she radiated sexiness no matter what she wore. But the importance of her words finally got his attention and he did his best to focus. It was as if there was a solid haze of lust in front of his eyes, making everything a bit indistinct, that's how aroused he was. But he did his utmost to concentrate on her words. He stared at a wall so he wouldn't be distracted by her beauty, but he did it in a way to make it look like he was concentrating intensely instead of spacing out.

He asked impatiently, "Go on. What things?"

Aware that time was running out before the bell rang again, she began to speak faster. "Serious things! Very serious! There's this guy named Dave. He came to Gary and basically spilled the beans. He and Gary had been at a meeting that apparently took place this very morning, led by Rock and Ryan, with the sole purpose of planning revenge against you! They're planning all kinds of evil things!"

"What, exactly?" His sexual fog was lifting, driven away by fear.

"Well, actually, Gary wouldn't say. He doesn't want to be known as a snitch. He could get seriously beaten up. He's trying to pass on just enough so their plot will be spoiled, but not so much so that they'll be on to him as a traitor to their group. He wouldn't say who they were, or how many they were, or what they were doing, or when they're planning on doing it."

"Then what the hell DID he say?! Some help he is! And what about Dave? Will he say more?"

"No, he would be appalled if he knew Gary even told anyone his name. It's like this. Dave had a talk with Ryan some time after the meeting. He was concerned that the plan was too serious, that they were going too far. He didn't want to have to do serious jail time if the whole thing went bad."

"Jail time? Are you kidding me?" Alan was practically panicky now. His erection was finally starting to wilt, although having the beauty of Christine's face so close to his made that difficult even in these circumstances.

She looked at her watch and continued even more breathlessly, "No! I'm telling you, this is bad! So Dave says he doesn't want to do it but he will go along with a more modified plan that's just the usual beating you up kind of thing. But Ryan says no go. All or nothing. Dave talked to Gary because he was going around trying to drum up support for a more modified plan. Gary told us Dave's name only because he says that if the whole thing goes to hell, we should remember that Dave at least isn't as guilty as the other guys."

"Oh, great. So he only wants to kick my ass instead of permanently maim me? What a pal."

"Probably something like that," Christine agreed, which didn't make Alan feel any better in the slightest. "Gary is concerned that Ryan and Rock are a bit out of control and have some kind of seriously crazy plan that's going to blow up in everyone's face. Here's where it gets really scary. The only real clue is that he said that 'Alan and his chick' should watch out. I took that to mean Amy."

"Slow down. 'His chick'?"

"Yes. Those were his exact words."

Alan's erection was completely gone by now, replaced by a dull aching in his loins. He felt a surge of adrenaline as he was hit by a desire to hurt anyone who might even think of hurting his precious and vulnerable Amy. "Let's get these fuckers! I want to talk to this Gary myself! Right now!"

"Hold on! Hold on! No way. If you do that, Gary will be completely lost to us. If you are seen with him, that's it. They'll be as much after him as they are after you. Let Michelle handle it. Force won't work. The only chance is that Michelle, his own sister, can wheedle more info out of him."

Alan found himself speaking quickly too, caught up in Christine's frantic pace. "But what am I supposed to do, then? If they're saying jail time, that sounds like felony kind of stuff! Are these guys mental?! And AMY! Not only that, but 'chick' could mean anyone! It could just as easily mean Katherine, couldn't it?"

"Maaaaybe, in theory," Christine replied, still talking like a New Yorker in a big hurry. "But your relationship with Amy is pretty notorious. That's half of what got them so cheesed off at you in the first place. So I'm almost positive it's her. But you're right, we should keep an eye on Katherine too, just to be on the safe side."

"Keep an eye? Keep an eye?! Jesus H. Christ, is that all we can do? We need to plan! Strike first!"

Again, Christine scanned the halls carefully, making Alan feel even more paranoid and afraid. "Hold on, Hormone Boy. They're the ones with the uncontrolled testosterone this time, lashing out at you blindly. We need to be clever and outsmart them. In the meantime, I've got you covered. They can't do anything with Amy or Katherine or anybody else without you there. The whole point is to get to YOU! I've gathered that the thing about your 'chick' is just bait to get you. So as long as you're safe, everything's cool."

She went on, "I'm going to be covering you like Saran wrap at all times. Which leads me to the other thing we've got to discuss in this last minute or two. The cover story. Basically, while I was waiting for you during lunch I got to thinking. If I'm hanging around you all the time, people are going to start to wonder. If they figure out I'm your bodyguard, then I'll be a target too, and the element of surprise of a female with unexpected fighting skills will be lost. So that's why I need to be your girlfriend too."

"What?!" He'd made a solemn vow to himself that he could never get romantic or physical with Christine in any way, and he thought she fully understood this.

Flustered and embarrassed, she quickly added, "Your pretend wanna-be girlfriend, I mean! Just think: it's the perfect cover. If everyone thinks that I'm all moony for you, then that'll explain why I'm following you around all the time. They'll think I'm a stalker-type or something. What do you think?"

"I think that's a good plan." Even with the action mode he was now in, the idea of Christine as "girlfriend" covering him "like Saran wrap at all times" was giving him dirty thoughts. He got that silly, spaced out look again.

Christine waved her hand in front of his face again. "Alan? You are listening, aren't you?"

Alan stared at Christine's chest and it seemed like she was topless. But his vision cleared and her clothes reappeared in his mind. "Of course. I'm just tired. Have you alerted Amy? Or Katherine?"

She took another look at her watch, and frowned. "No, not exactly. I did talk to Katherine and I told her to talk to Amy, but that was at the start of lunch and before I got this latest update from Michelle. I mean, I just found out about all this like five minutes ago, and Michelle and Gary just talked a little before that. Still, Katherine knows enough to put her and Amy on their guard. I'll try to get to them between fifth and sixth, or after school. You try too. Now I gotta run. Later!"

She took off down the hallway at a full gallop.

Alan, surprised and overwhelmed by all the sudden developments, just had enough time to say, "Later! ... And thanks!" Then he too began running.

As Christine ran, she was smiling. She was intensely worried about Alan's safety, and even now she planned to linger in the hall if need be just enough to see that he made it to his classroom door (still on the second floor) before she bolted down the stairs to her own class. So normally she would have had an intense frown in such a situation, except for the fact that he had accepted her cover-story idea. She also couldn't miss the way he'd been staring at her hungrily.

She thought with glee, Okay, so I'm not his real girlfriend. And maybe getting all excited about being a pretend girlfriend is a bit immature. I really do need to yank my nose out of the books and get more of a life. But this idea has so much POTENTIAL! I can flirt and maybe even kiss him, and it'll all be to further the cause of the cover story! I kind of really hope those Neanderthals don't try their plan for a long time, because I could really get into this bodyguard and pretend-girlfriend thing. Maybe even after I KICK THEIR ASSES I should stay as his bodyguard and girlfriend just to be on the safe side! Yeah, that's it! Hee! Wooo!

She was so happy that she was more flying down the halls than running down them.