Johnny Loves Krissy by KyAnn Waters Page A

Somehow, he had to make it right for both of them. Krissy didn't want a memory to cherish. He couldn't be indifferent.
    “Johnny, what's the problem?” He hadn't heard her approach.
    “I can't do this.” He took a beer out of the fridge, closed the door, and leaned his back against it. Twisting the lid off the bottle, he gulped the cold brew.
    “Tell me what you need.”
    Since when did she become diplomatic? His Krissy would tell him to drop his pants and get on with it. The Krissy before him worried her lip between her teeth and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She tucked her hair behind her ear. Tilting her head to the side, a slow smile spread across her face.
    “What?” he asked, knowing she had something to say.
    “Remember Joe?”
    Johnny groaned but couldn't help smiling. “Junior year, Mr. Bradshaw's third period calculus class. I hated him.”
    “You hated anyone who came between us.”
    He still did.
    “After Joe, I realized that our friendship was special.”
    “It took you that long? Joe Harcourt.” He shook his head. “High school jerk.”
    Whenever Johnny and Krissy were lucky enough to get a class together, by the end of the first day the teacher had them sitting on opposite sides of the classroom. The entire semester he watched Krissy and Joe become close. Always the dutiful best friend, Johnny was there as infatuation turned into a crush. Then disaster struck, and he held Krissy close when Joe broke her heart.
    “I'll always regret giving him my virginity.”
    Yeah, Johnny regretted that as well. The following week, he took out Lora Drummond. There was no explanation for the fact that Krissy and Lora hated each other. It just was. They'd grown up in the same cul- de- sac. Maybe they vied for the same babysitting jobs. Who knew? All he knew was that he screwed Lora on the football field. Krissy found out and went ballistic. Krissy wasn't upset that he had sex, but that he'd slept with Lora. If he and Lora had become involved, it would've made friendship between them difficult.
    The pathetic part was that Johnny knew how Krissy would react. He'd wanted her to have a taste of what he'd felt watching her with Joe. He'd suffered all semester long, to have her give away what he would've cherished. He showed her, all right. And nearly lost the most important person in his life.
    “The purpose for the stroll down memory lane?” He took another sip of beer.
    “I won't regret tonight like I did with Joe. I know you'd never hurt me. We aren't using each other because we understand exactly what we're doing. You've always been there for me. I'm always going to be here for you. What we have is special.”
    He wanted to pull her into his arms, hold her as he ran his hands over her body, and taste her tongue with his own. His cock was rigid and cramped behind the fly of his jeans. Obviously, his body knew better than he did what it wanted. Krissy's perfect, round breasts swayed beneath her white tank top. Dark areolas puckered through the thin ribbed material.
    Johnny wiped perspiration from his upper lip. No touching. No kissing. No caressing. Make love without touching the soft skin of her rounded hips. He ached to trail his finger over her the contours of her trim tummy. He'd bite and tug the sterling silver loop piercing her bellybutton, circle her navel with his tongue, and kiss her lower until he sliced his tongue through her hot folds. But her pussy was completely off limits to his tongue. Krissy would consider anything associated with his mouth kissing.
    Following her rules, he couldn't even smack that sweet and tempting ass. She'd consider it a caress. No way in hell she'd ever let him slide his cock into her tight, dark passage. If he could get her into any position other than missionary, he'd have her on hands and knees so the tramp stamp of a gecko tattooed two inches above the crack of her sweet and tempting ass would wiggle with the sway of her hips as he pounded into her. But