Christina stood in Yang's garage, her mind still reeling from the snide comments Chris' asshole friend had made. She took another swig of her beer, trying to drown out the memory of his smug face.
"Hey, Christina. I'm really sorry about my friend," Chris said, approaching her with a hesitant step.
Christina turned to face him, her anger towards his friend quickly turning into annoyance towards Chris. "You should be sorry, Chris. You should be sorry for not standing up to him. For letting him talk to me like that."
Chris looked at the ground, shame written all over his face. "I know, I'm sorry. I just didn't know what to say."
Christina rolled her eyes and playfully insulted him, " pathetic. You're weak, Chris. You let him walk all over you."
Chris looked up at her, determination in his eyes. "I'm not weak, Christina. And I'm not going to let him ruin our night. I'm going to make things right."
He took a step towards her, reaching out to touch her arm in a comforting gesture. But Christina was still angry, and she pulled away from his touch.
Chris didn't take the hint. He tried again, this time placing his hand on Christina's shoulder. But Christina was growing more and more annoyed, and she pushed his hand away.
Chris was taken aback by her directness. He wasn't used to Christina's strong personality, and he didn't know how to handle it.
But Christina wasn't about to let the night end on a sour note. She decided to take control of the situation. She grabbed Chris' hand and placed it on her large DD tit.
Chris' eyes widened in surprise, but Christina just smirked at him. "If you're going to touch me, at least make it worth my while."
Chris felt a rush of excitement as he started to touch Christina's tit. He had never been this bold with her before, and he was enjoying the feeling of power it gave him.
Christina felt her anger dissipate as she leaned into Chris' touch. She had always been in control of their relationship, but for once, she was happy to let Chris take the lead.
Chris felt more confident as he started to kiss Christina's neck. He had always been attracted to her, but he had never had the guts to make a move. Now, with her encouragement, he was finally able to act on his desires.
The garage was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the scent of their arousal. It was a night of passion and playful insults, a night that neither of them would ever forget.
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