Christie's Homeless Friend Pt. 01

Five years have passed altogether since Christie and Cindy met their best friend Brian. The relationship that formed between the three of them after Christie's party was something both girls truly cherished. The feelings were mutual for Brian as well, even though for a while he felt like knowing the ladies was too good to be true. Christie had explained a lot to him that first day, including the fact that the trample thing was very much her thing as much as it was his, however she had left out details of her gift for the first few months as she wanted to see if he would be scared off by it or embrace it. When his reactions to her repeating his thoughts didn't seem to creep him out, she opened up to him about it and to her amazement, he embraced it fully!

On the anniversaries of their first and second year as friends, the girls tried hosting the same kind of party for him that brought them all together that first day, even inviting over their other four friends Kacie, Amber, Ariel and Elizabeth! Although for one reason or another, not all of them could make it on those specific days; they still showed up at later dates and had a blast all the same.

The third year of their friendship, however, had proven to be the most interesting among the three. A Jacuzzi investment was something the ladies had made after a many hotel stays. It was also a given by this time that they would rest their feet on him whenever possible. Like some of the hotel jacuzzi's, theirs had an adjustment for heat, so for most of one particular evening, it was simply a small pool with bubbles for them.

Brian eventually showed up to join them, and had only removed his shirt and shoes, as was habitual for him, before flopping over into the jacuzzi head first. With Christie and Cindy facing each other from opposite sides of the tub, Brian stood up in the middle as they started rubbing their feet on him from their respective directions, playfully teasing him for still having his pants and socks on. Needless to say, the jacuzzi got a lot hotter without the adjustment knob ever being touched. That night had opened up a whole new level of comfort between the three friends, and it was something that made the ladies leaving towards the end of the year harder for all of them.

That was two years ago, and this has all become a distant memory for Brian as his situation in life has changed drastically. Most of his challenges now revolve around financial issues which have caused him to lose one thing after another, in turn making him unable to keep in contact with the girls, especially after they had taken their job assignment across the country. With them not in town, it isn't an option for him to ask for help; then again, it isn't an option he would likely consider as he feels it would diminish his pride of being self-sufficient. Normally it would be up to Christie, with her perceptive nature, to figure out what he needs, however, she isn't in a position to do that this time.

Christie has had nightmares about the troubles Brian is enduring, an ill consequence of her gift if you will, but her team effort with Cindy in their line of work has prevented them from returning home to help him. Along with the nightmares, she has also had trouble keeping track of where he is. Brian no longer seems to reside where she remembered him living, and her visions are of him being alone and cold at night.

At first, she had shared everything that came to mind with Cindy, but that seemed to distract Cindy from her work the more she heard of their friend, so Christie opted to limit the updates so that they could complete their project without incident. Cindy still knows something's up because Christie has often awoke in cold sweats in the middle of the night, but not speak about it the next morning.

The girls are finally able to breathe a sigh of relief when they finish up their business project. This project was a part of a charity which allowed the girls to contract the construction of homes in their area, and as supervisors of each construction site, they received a commission from every completed project. They had to move across the country in order to prove the success of the idea, and to implement new technology throughout Tornado Alley that a group of their contacts had come up with and needed assistance in getting funding in order to continue building their products. Long story short, Christie and Cindy had ventured out to help several groups in need, to help some to achieve recognition and to help others to rebuild their lives. The time has now come to bring their remodeling project home.

After a lengthy flight, and an entertaining, yet speedy drive home, Christie and Cindy barely set their stuff inside the door before they go looking for Brian. They are anxious to see him again, but he is nowhere to be found. They drive to his old home, only to find that it appears to have been vacant for a fair amount of time. They ask neighbors if they know where he went, but to no avail.

For Çubuk Escort the next couple of days, they drive around to places the three of them have been to in the past. Parks, bars, bowling alleys, and clubs - still, no one knows of his whereabouts or has even seen him for at least half the time the ladies have been gone. This has them both very worried, and Christie still can't place a visual in her mind like she used to be able to, but she can sense that Brian is still alive, which calms her slightly.

Close to a week's time has passed since the girls returned home, and still no luck with finding their friend. Christie's nightmares have become less and less disturbing, which confuses her as she still has no visions of him during the day. Cindy has become somewhat of a mess in her own privacy, but tries her best to compose herself around Christie. The pastimes the ladies had with him race through their minds constantly. They even find it hard to walk on each other because trampling just isn't the same to them without him there, even though they had done it long before they ever met him. It had become their thing though, the way they all clicked, the way they grew to respect each other, and for the time being all of that has been thrown off track.

In an attempt to lighten the mood on this rainy night, the ladies agree to try and give it another go, having Cindy lie down on the floor. However, as soon as she does so, the momentum of time slows to a crawl as they both remember that spot being where they stepped on Brian a lot of the time. It's a convenient spot next to the wall, which is between a couch at Cindy's head, and a love seat at her feet. Since she and Brian are nearly the same height, Cindy fits comfortably in this gap between the furniture.

Christie has one foot resting on Cindy's stomach at the moment, but can't bring herself to stand full weight on her friend. She has her head resting against her arm, which in turn is resting against the wall. She glances down as her tanned bare foot softly glides over her friends exposed skin, their eyes connect in thought, when another vision comes to her!

With her foot resting on Cindy's chest, yet under her shirt, Christie starts getting a blank stare on her face as she analyzes the figure in her mind. The face she sees is darkened and blurred, and she can tell the person is soaked most likely from the rain. Her heart starts to race with hope.

"What is it?" Cindy asks as she feels Christie's toes grip her skin.

Christie can't answer as her mind keeps trying to analyze her vision. Then as suddenly as it appears, the vision is gone! This in turn sucks all the feeling out of her legs causing her to fall into the wall and collapse onto Cindy's midsection!

"Christie!" Cindy exclaims as she tries to sit up, scootching Christie onto her lap. "Sweetie, are you okay?"

"I... I almost saw his face..." Christie replies with a bewildered breath and a puzzled look on her face.

"Whose face?" Cindy inquires.

A heavy, sluggish knock hits the door a few times. Both girls' eyes shoot for the door instantly, wide yet in disbelief. Another couple of knocks bring the girls to their feet. Cindy remains stationary as Christie inches towards the door. A third round of knocks is then followed by a thud against the door. Christie turns and looks at Cindy with a legitimately confused expression. Cindy rushes towards the door as Christie opens it, only to have their exhausted best friend collapse onto them.

"Oh my God, BRIAN!!" Christie cries!

Cindy practically lip syncs her words as Brian falls into Christie's arms, his near dead weight dragging her down with him.

Christie doesn't let go though, but rather cushions his decent. "Oh sweetie it's okay, I've got you," instantly breaking into tears, "everything's going to be alright, we're here," she says as she wipes the wet hair from his face, pulling him in closer regardless of his soaked clothes.

Cindy's hands tremble as she helps with the hair in his face, also noticing how much he's freezing as she can feel him shivering between her and Christie.

"Jesus hun, what happened to you," Cindy worriedly asks as she pulls off his soaking coat, and then puts her arms around him and Christie, trying to warm him back up between them.

It doesn't take long before he falls asleep from the body heat. Christie kisses his forehead, and then rests her cheek against it, cradling him until they get over the shock of seeing him again.

Eventually, Brian is moved over to the couch where he can rest comfortably. Most of his clothes have been put through a wash and are now drying. Cindy gets some soup ready for when he wakes up, and Christie sits with him on the couch continuing to add to the warmth of the blanket, lightly playing with his long, shaggy hair as he sleeps.

Not surprisingly, Brian is out cold for a day and a half. The ladies take turns sitting with him as if he were resting Çubuk Escort Bayan in a hospital bed, sometimes resting on him not only to keep him toasty, but to grasp the fact that they are all reunited again after these two very long years.

He finally wakes up late in the evening, and is first greeted with the amazing sight of Christie's smiling face, with happy tears leaving her beautiful eyes. Her hand caressing his face as she leans in and kisses his forehead, again.

"Hey sweetie," she says with the biggest, happiest smile.

Brian tries to move his arm, only to realize that Cindy is still leaning against him and has it pinned at the moment.

"Oh my gosh you're awake! It's so good to see you again!" cheers Cindy as she leans over to give her friend the biggest hug she's been able to give him in a long time, at least that he's aware of. Brian manages to get one arm free to hug her back with, and the other free to pull Christie in as well.

"Hey you two," he quietly replies, "I've missed you so much."

Cindy's hug gets almost unbearably tight, and Christie doesn't stop with her happy tears and ear-to-ear smile.

"We've missed you too~ You... you look so different hun. I wish we were able to help you sooner," cries Christie as she has noticed he appears much thinner than he was before they left.

"Oh that's right, we made you something while you were sleeping!" exclaims Cindy as she jumps up and heads off to the kitchen.

"It's alright..., I'm fine," Brian replies, still fairly quiet but also getting short winded.

Christie knows he's just being a good sport about everything, but can't help but feel empathetic towards him. "I'm still sorry for not being here."

"Hey, no..., don't be sorry. This...isn't your fault."

"I know it's not, but..."Christie pauses for a moment, recalling her nightmares in her mind.

"But what, love?" he wonders as he notices her smile slowly fading.

Still, Christie finds her explanation somewhat hard to express. "Brian, I couldn't envision you the way I usually do. I started having nightmares about you six or seven months after we left here, but I couldn't understand why I was having them. My visions weren't explaining themselves like they were supposed to."

He finds it a little unusual that she was having problems with them, but lets her continue. "Sweetie, I know your situation isn't my fault, but I also know something in your life is painfully different too, and if my visions had ever made sense, I wouldn't have allowed your problems to get as bad as they have."

Brian is touched by her kind words. He thinks to himself for a moment and slowly sits up on the couch, swinging his legs over the side. His weakened physic makes him lean against the armrest for support. Seeing him struggle to move, Christie sits down next to him and pulls him towards her, allowing him to lean against her for support instead.

"Don't do that to yourself...don't beat yourself up...for what's happened to me," huffing for breath at every pause. "You were off helping other people. I understood that when you left. It just so happened...that I ran into some unfortunate events while you were gone, and I wasn't able...to recover from them. Sure it's a little strange that your visions...weren't working out like they used to, but...shit happens. You and Cindy are my best friends and...I won't let either of you take the blame for this. It just wasn't my time to be helped, that's all."

Christie can't help but break into more tears from his response.

Cindy isn't much better off as she heard most of the conversation; however, she musters the ability to respond. "You can still tell us what happened. Since she wasn't able to figure out her visions while we were gone, we've kind of been in the dark with you this whole time." She proceeds to bring him a warm bowl of soup to aid in his weak speech, among other needs, just not realizing how starved he's actually been.

Brian doesn't really say much after he's handed the bowl. The girls notice how aggressively he slurps up the soup itself followed by practically inhaling the meat within it, as well as how much his hands tremble as he holds the bowl to his mouth.

Both girls are thinking the same thing, but Cindy beats Christie to the question, "Geeze babe, when was the last time you ate?"

Brian's eyes close briefly as he savors the last bit of his meal. After a moment, his eyes reopen but don't make contact with either of the ladies as he quietly responds, "five days ago."

They can't believe their ears. "Come again?!" Cindy asks in stunned disbelief.

Feeling somewhat ashamed about the truth of his predicament, "A lady gave me a small thing of bananas a couple weeks ago, and I finished the last one five days ago," Brian replies.

Christie shares a wide-eyed look with Cindy whose jaw is also hanging wide open. "Holy crap! Gimme that bowl!" Cindy yanks the empty bowl Escort Çubuk from his grasp and rushes to the kitchen to refill it.

Her sudden actions catch him off guard as he watches her head around the corner to the stove. His eyes trail off towards the floor; mixed thoughts of shame and the satisfaction of eating circle his mind as his focus lingers around on the floor. Eventually the feeling that he's being watched hits him, and his eyes slowly make their way from the floor, up Christie's stunning figure, to meet her eyes, yet not for long.

"What?" he quietly says as he catches a glimpse of her staring at him before his eyes sink back to the floor.

She is still in a bit of shock from his predicament, but knowing that she and Cindy are his only form of comfort now, she finds the ability to speak again. "How did it get this bad for you?"

Before he can even form a thought on how to answer, Cindy returns with a second serving of soup for him. "Eat, eat, eat! Plenty more where that came from," she eggs on, encouraging him to satisfy his hunger.

Brian acknowledges Cindy silently with the bowl in both his hands. He then glances at Christie with a small smirk, then proceeds to suck up the juice from the bowl as he did the first time. As his eyes close, the girls look on in continued disbelief.

With his focus on the bowl, Christie looks over his physical condition. She notices again how thin he is as the blanket he has been using is draped over his shoulders, leaving his torso slightly exposed being that his clothes are still drying. Since he had on multiple layers of clothing, the girls had only removed what was wet. A pair of shorts and tighty-whiteys was all that were dry, so that's what was left on.

As his posture straightens up on the couch, his thin abs become more visible to Christie as she continues to examine his physique. With Brian's focus still on the bowl, Cindy watches silently as Christie reaches her left hand over to feel his stomach. The sudden chill of Christie's fingers on his warm skin causes him to gasp and jump a little, almost spilling the rest of the soup on himself. This reaction of his makes Cindy giggle lightly, and Christie smirk a bit, subtly lightening the mood.

"You mind speaking up before you go and try a stunt like that?" comically asking as he looks over at Christie.

She simply looks back with a priceless smile, keeping her hand on his stomach and proceeding with moving it back and forth in a relaxed, massaging motion. He soon returns his attention to the bowl.

As Christie continues to feel around, she can tell that for as little as Brian has claimed to eat, his body doesn't feel as though it has weakened, but has in fact become more solid. Cindy notices that she seems to get caught up in the moment as her hand makes it way over his abs again, moving a little further down than where she had started. Before she can make it to his lower abs, the moisture in her hands plus the soup making its way through makes him have to pee.

Brian looks over to Christie again; her eyes practically glued where her hand is as she softly nibbles her lower lip getting caught up in the moment. "Making it hard to eat, and to sit still," he jokes, breaking Christie from her focus as she looks back up, making eye contact. Seeing that he just made her blush, he smiles softly.

She smiles back and leans back against the couch with a closed palm partially covering her now, slightly embarrassed grin.

He then looks up to Cindy who is amused by the whole thing, reaching his hand out to her so she can pull him up from the couch. As she helps him up, the blanket covering him on the couch falls from his shoulders, exposing his bare torso and his true, upright thinness. Again, both girls are somewhat caught off guard by his physique, yet at the same time, somewhat impressed at how well he's held up through his endeavors.

Brian hands his bowl off to Cindy, thanking her for her assistance thus far, and takes a few steps backwards as he keeps both girls in sight, heading off towards the bathroom.

As she hears the bathroom door close, Cindy sets the bowl down on the end table next to the couch, then looks over at Christie who is still partially blushed. "Well?"

"Well what?" Christie adorably and quietly replies through her half covered smile.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Cindy inquires as she sits down in Brian's spot next to Christie.

"Maybe a little," Christie coos, starting to blush harder.

"Mmhmm, thought so," Cindy states knowing she was right with her assumption. "So how did he feel?"

"Solid, but... relaxed." Leaning her head back against the couch, eyes closed, smile getting bigger, Christie nearly melts from the thought alone.

"You sure it's not just because he's running on an empty stomach?" Cindy remarks, trying to keep a slight sense of reality between them.

"Oh yeah," purrs Christie as she gazes back at Cindy, bringing her legs up so that her feet rest on the edge of the couch cushion.

Knowing where Christie's mind is headed, Cindy almost whispers "do you think he can handle us yet? He seems pretty exhausted and run down."

"Yeah , I don't think he's ready yet," Christie says as she leans into Cindy.