Chris and Christie: Making it work part 3 - Sex Stories

Chris and Christie: Making it work part 3

... of the door made him think that she was starting to see reason when the door opened, and his toiletries bag was thrown out at him and the door was slammed shut again. Chris swore to himself. Why didn’t I just keep my mouth shut? He stood outside the door, considering what to do next. He knew that trying to talk to her right now wouldn’t do any good, but he also didn’t want her to think that she had gotten the last word in. “Fine. But you’re acting like a brat. We’re here for Hailey’s wedding, and you better not do anything to ruin it.” Christie was steaming inside the bathroom. Who does he think he is? Calling me a brat? She dabbed her eyes, wiping her remaining tears away while feeling her anger bubbling. He’s the one who should apologize, and instead he’s lecturing me! By the time she came out of the bathroom, Chris was gone. Christie checked the time and knew that she had a couple of hours before she had to start getting ready. Still furious with him, she decided to burn off some energy with a run. She pulled on her workout clothes and headed outside. She pushed her earbuds into place, pulled up a high energy playlist, and started a quick running pace. After the first 10 minutes, she could feel the effects of the alcohol she had consumed the night before, and she swore at herself. She wasn’t really much of a drinker, so this was tougher than normal. The South Carolina humidity wasn’t helping matters either, and she was covered in sweat after just a few minutes. She kept ...

... up a challenging pace to atone for the previous night’s excess, and also to burn off her anger at Chris. The more she thought about him the angrier she got, and the faster she ran. Her lungs were burning and her legs felt like they were on fire when her playlist started repeating. She slowed and checked her watch and to her surprise, saw that she had been running for an hour. She began a cool down jog before she paused at an open area to sit down and stretch. She wasn’t far from the pavilion, and could see the bustle of activity as they prepared for Hailey’s wedding. She watched despondently as the tables were being arranged, wondering if she and Chris would ever get married, or if their relationship would even survive the weekend. She finished stretching and walked back to the hotel. Chris wasn’t in their room, but his luggage was still there. She supposed that was something. She sat on the edge of the bed and sighed heavily. She knew that Chris was right, that they couldn’t go on this way. Their relationship was stuck in a holding pattern: fight over some girl that he had fucked six years ago, then have make up sex and never resolve the underlying issue. Then the cycle would repeat itself the next time they ran into one of his many ex’s. Christie climbed into the shower, and relaxed under the cool stream. When she emerged, Chris still hadn’t appeared. She started to wonder how she would explain his absence if he didn’t show up at the wedding. She was in front of the mirror ...