Take it Easy - Chapter One: Schooled by zxnoregretsxz69
Rating: 92%, Read 45418 times, Posted Dec 24, 2014
I am writing the this story on sexstories.com because this website is my favorite of all the online erotica sites I have encountered. Unfortunately, I believe that I will have to move the story to another site eventually. I would like to thank Jashley13 and BashfulScribe for providing me with the inspiration to write my own story, especially BashfulScribe, who gave me advice and encouragement while I was writing this. I know it's not perfect; this is just a rough draft. Please tell me what you think of the story in comments and in ratings.
P.S. I know some of the relationships are a little confusing. I plan to straighten that out in a sort of prologue. Just know that Ashton is more of a fuck-buddy than a girlfriend.
As I pulled into the gym parking lot blasting AC/DC, I spotted a woman attempting to enter the same parking spot as me. Because I wasn't in a hurry, I gave her a smile, a wave, and the parking spot. I pulled into another and got out of my car.
I strolled in through the main entrance, flashed the front desk clerk my membership card, and grabbed a basketball. When I'm at the gym, I usually like to warm up with basketball: it's less boring than running and I get to watch the women in the aerobics classes that are held on other side of the gym (I know I'm creepy, get used to it.)
Almost as soon as I took my first shot, the girl I gave the parking spot to walked in. The ball hit the rim and the bounced away, toward her. She caught it and looked up to see where it came from.
Her attire consisted of a pink sports bra and tight black shorts, which made it easy to see that she was in great shape. She also had a pretty face and long, curly blonde hair, but I could tell she was a few years older than me. As she threw me the ball, she smiled and said, "You're the gentleman who let me in."
"That's me!" I replied, winking, "And you can thank me by playing me in a game of b-ball"
"That's quite presumptuous of you", she laughed
"C'mon, show me what you've got!", I challenged
After she scored 7 unanswered baskets in a row and blocked one of my shots, I gave up, signaling my surrender by pretending to wave a white flag in her direction. We walked over to the cubbies near the locker rooms where we left our water bottles.
"Damn, you're good", I said, laughing, "I don't think a girl's ever beaten me at basketball before. It's kinda sexy."
She laughed and revealed how she beat me so badly, "I play basketball for the U. ("The U" is what everyone calls our local university) And you better watch how you talk, mister. I'm far too old for you."
"Despite playing college basketball, not a lesbian! Interesting." I replied, "Also, there's no way you're too old for me. What are you, 19?"
"Still far too old for you to get anywhere with me, young man. And how do you know I'm not a lesbian?!"
"Whoa! Who says I'm trying to get 'somewhere'?!" I held up my hands in mock defensiveness, "And I know you're not a lesbian from the way you were checking me out! Anyway, I'm sure that there's something in this gym I can beat you at."
"I was not checking you out! But it does look like you have me beaten on muscle mass." she replied, patting my bicep.
"Stop all this flirting, you're making me wet!" I joked, casually inching closer to her.
"Oh my god! Are you always this vulgar?" She laughed and smacked me on the chest, but I noticed that she left her hands there even when I started talking again.
"I can't help it. Sexy older women who can beat me at sports bring it out in me. Now, how much you wanna bet that I can bench more than you?"
"Again, I think you have more muscle mass in that area." She ran her hands up my chest to my shoulders and draped her arms over them.
"You're not exactly lacking in 'mass' in the chest area, either" I noted, looking pointedly at her large breasts
"My... You're quite forward, aren't you young man?"
"Forward is the best way to go," I said cheesily as I moved even closer and put my arms around her lower back.
"By the way, my name is Aaron, 'Young man' is my father." I joked
"Well, my name is Emily", she informed me, "and were you listening to 'Highway to Hell' in the parking lot?"
"Yeah, I was." I smiled, "I'm trying to cultivate my bad boy rock star image."
"Hmm... You don't seem to have any tattoos or anything, though."
"Actually, I have a tattoo right on my dick."
"Well, what is it a tattoo of?" She laughed
"It says 'Emily' in cursive. I just had it done right after you told me your name."
"You are so weird!" She replied, rolling her eyes
"I swear it's true! You wanna see it?", I teased, leaning down to whisper into her ear
"Oh, shame on you, Aaron." she whispered back
"Not even a little bit?" I said, barely audible, as I gently bit the side of her neck
"Ok, maybe a little", she gasped
"I don't know about you, but I need a shower from all that exercise", I looked intently in her eyes
"I think so." she replied breathlessly
I led her to the men's locker room, hoping that it would be mostly empty. Fortunately, no one noticed her mash her mouth against mine as she fumbled for the latch on the stall behind her. Eventually, she opened the door and pulled me into the shower with her. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and began pulling it up, still keeping her mouth firmly attached to mine. When she got my shirt up to my chest, I obligingly lifted up my arms so she could take it off.
"Not bad, Aaron", she said as she appraised my bare torso
I chose not to respond; instead, I reached behind her and cupped her ass in my hands, slightly lifting her up so I could kiss her better. Emily reacted even better than I thought she would, jumping up and wrapping her legs around my waist. I turned so her back was against the wall and began to lift her shirt, inch by inch.
When I finally got her shirt off, I broke off our kiss so I could admire her breasts. I'm not the best judge of breast size, but they were definitely somewhere around 32 or 34 D and were perfectly round and perky. After a few seconds of admiring her boobs, I lowered her so she could stand again and slowly started pulling down on her shorts.
At the same time, I had locked lips with her again and was teasing her heavily, occasionally moving my mouth backwards, out of her reach. After I had pulled her shorts down a few inches, I realized that she was wearing a thong.
"Who wears a thong to work out?" I teased her
"Doesn't seem to bother you." She replied, grasping the sizable tent in my shorts and slowly getting to her knees
She pulled my shorts down to my ankles in one swift motion and eyed the boxer-covered outline of my semi-hard cock appreciatively. In order to pay me back for my earlier teasing, she started slowly and seductively grazing my cock with her fingernails.
After a short while of this, my cock grew to its full size, (somewhere around seven or eight inches, I've never bother to measure) stretching my boxers and causing Emily to eye it hungrily. I decided that I had had enough teasing and pulled my boxers off, leaving both of us naked.
I then threw our clothes onto the shelf in the corner of the stall and turned on the faucet so its warm spray could steam up the stall. I let out a quiet moan as Emily took the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip and lightly stroking the shaft with her hand.
I was surprised when she took her hand off of my cock and began bobbing up and down on it, but when I noticed that she was taking more and more of my cock into her mouth on each downward bob, I realized that she knew what she was doing.
I gently gathered her hair in my hands and pulled it behind her head. After just a few bobs, she had gotten half of my cock in her mouth and it was just starting to hit her throat. Normally, most girls hit their limit at around this time, but Emily kept bobbing up and down.
When she expertly relaxed her throat muscles to allow my cock to slide all the way in, I could tell that this wasn't her first time. This whole time, Emily had been playing with herself with a free hand, and I could tell she was getting close to orgasm.
I gently pulled her off of my cock and moved her over to the bench in the back of the shower so I could return the favor. After she sat down, I kissed her softly on the lips for a few seconds, then moved to her jaw, and then her neck. I kissed her on the side of her neck and began lightly sucking, knowing that she approved of what I was doing from her quick, erratic breathing.
While doing this, I had run my hands down her neck and to her breasts and was caressing their soft flesh and occasionally tweaking her nipples. I moved my right hand slowly down, tracing a line down her chest and abs, until I reached her moist, shaved pussy.
I drew a finger through her slit, wasting no time as I inched my middle finger into her pussy, reveling in her gasps and moans of pleasure.
"Aaron..." She moaned in ecstasy
I added my index finger inside her pussy, curling them both towards me as I reached for her g-spot. At the same time, I started circling her clit with my right thumb and sucking on her right nipple.
"Fuck!" She gasped as her hips bucked and her pussy contracted over and over, "I'm cumming!"
After her climax subsided, she removed my head from her chest and kissed me hard.
"That was the best orgasm I've had in a long time!" She grinned
"Your wish is my command." I winked at her
"In that case, I wish I could have that cock of yours inside of me, ASAP."
"Hmm... I don't know..." I pretended to think about it
"I think you'll -- uh..." She moaned as I cut her off by turning her around, bending her over, and inserting the head of my cock into her warm, wet pussy.
"What were you saying?" I joked
"Mmm... Shut... Up..."
"Shut up and fuck you?" I asked, "Can do!"
And certainly did. I started pumping away, using her hips to thrust deeper into her pussy.
"Mmmm... Fuuuck... That feels so good" She moaned
"You like that, Emily?" I whispered in her ear
"Fuck... Yessss..." She hissed
I've never been one for dirty talk: everyone likes it different ways and if you do it wrong, it just sounds stupid. I'm a big fan of humor, but if your girl bursts out laughing because you say something stupid during sex, that's kind of mood-killer. Of course, last summer, I was still relatively inexperienced in the finer details of coitus, so my dislike for sweet nothings hadn't really developed yet. However, with Emily, I did my best to match her dirty talk in dirtiness and frequency.
Suddenly, Emily reached back and smacked me on the arm to get my attention.
"Everything alright?" I asked her, confused
"Fuck yes!" She giggled, "I just wanted to be on top for a while."
I responded by sitting down on the bench in the shower and lifting her onto my lap. She grabbed my cock in one hand and slowly lowered herself onto it, gasping as I re-entered her soft pussy.
She started gently moving up and down on my cock, picking up intensity with each downstroke. Eventually, she began breathing heavily and erratically again, so I knew she was getting close. This came as a relief to me because I also knew that I couldn't last much longer.
"Fuck... Aaron... I'm getting close" she moaned
"Me too..." I croaked in pre-orgasmic bliss. I was so caught up in the moment that there could have been a police squad kicking down the shower door and I wouldn't have noticed.
"Aaron... Aaron... Aaaah!" She came again, hard. I took this as an opportunity to get another feel of her incredible breasts, pinching her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
A few seconds after she slumped onto my chest, coming down from her orgasmic high, I felt the tightening in my balls that is characteristic of a powerful orgasm's imminent arrival.
"Emily..." I warned
"Oh, right." She said, dazed, as she gingerly lifted herself off of my cock and took it into her mouth again. As she slid me into her throat, I felt the cum shoot through my dick in huge spurts, sliding straight down her throat.
I've never been a very vocal orgasm-er, but my head grew heavy and my sight grew dim as I grabbed the back of her head and forced my cock as far into her throat as it could go, cumming as hard as I ever had in my life.
After I returned from my brief visit to Orgasmia (if I founded a country, I think I would name it this), I grinned mischievously at Emily, who was wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand.
"You wanna wash up? Might as well get something out of this shower." I winked
"We both definitely got 'something' out of this shower already." She giggled
"You got two 'something's!" I replied, laughing
"True." She grinned up at me
I squeezed some soap out of the dispenser and rubbed my hands together to create suds. Emily did the same as I started gently massaging her shoulders, neck, and breasts from behind. I knelt down as I moved my soapy hands from her upper back to her lower back, taking a moment to appreciate her amazing ass.
"You could bounce a quarter off of this thing!" I remarked appreciatively.
"Oh, shut up!" She bashfully replied
When I finally stood up, she turned around, stood on the tips of her toes, and kissed me softly on the lips. I wrapped my arms around her, content to stay there and feel her warm, soft lips on mine with the hot water pouring down on us from above.
Sadly, the moment wasn't to last.
A man knocked loudly on the door, shouting to be heard over the shower's spray, "Are you about done in there?"
I gave Emily a conspiratorial grin as I shouted back "Almost!"
We hurriedly toweled off and dressed, realizing that there were a lot of guys in the locker room who would see us when we came out.
After Emily put her bra on, I managed to snag her thong and tuck it into my waistband without her noticing. When she went to look for it, I lifted up my shirt to reveal the thong's location and mouthed "Mine."
She rolled her eyes and put on her shorts, then took my hand as we prepared to face significant awkwardness on our way out of the men's locker room.
I opened the door a crack and took a peek and what we had to deal with.
Fortunately, there were a lot fewer guys than we had thought. I threw the shower door open and led Emily on a mad dash out of there. The looks on those naked old men's faces were a priceless mix of shock at a woman's presence, arousal at her attractiveness, and, on some faces, approval of our daring.
When we finally exited the gauntlet that was the gym's men's locker room, we took one look at each other and doubled over in laughter. Ignoring the confused stares of the other patrons of the gym, we went to collect our stuff from the cubbies by the entrance.
"Before we leave and never see each other again, I think you should give me another kiss." I proclaimed while we were walking out to the parking lot.
"I will give you another kiss, but how about instead of never seeing each other again, you get my number and send me a text." She replied, looking up at me and smiling
"I guess that could work, too." I grinned as I pulled out my phone and gave it to her to enter her number.
She gave me my phone back and looked up at me expectantly. I smiled and bent down to give her a kiss. This one was slower than the others, more passionate. I gently bit her lower lip and circled my tongue around hers before breaking off the kiss to say goodbye.
"I'll call you sometime soon." I promised
"I might answer." She teased
"Then you might get to have awesome shower sex again." I shot back, "I'll let you decide. I gotta go."
I spun around on one heel and started walking away. Just to see if she was still watching, I added some sway to my stride, swinging my rear from side to side. When I heard her giggle, I raised up a hand and wiggled my fingers "goodbye".
I opened the driver's side door and squeezed myself in. I've always had trouble getting into small cars because of my height (about 6'1") and my car was no exception. As difficult to get into as it is, I love my car. She's a 2010 Ford Mustang V8 convertible and her name is Scarlett (although she's black, I decided to name her for Scarlett Johansson. Sue me.)
Almost as soon as I plopped down in the driver's seat, I heard the opening guitar riff from "Crazy Train" coming from my phone. Contorting myself so I could reach into my pocket, I pulled out my phone and saw that I had an incoming call from my friend Dre.
Dre McCall has been my best friend since he moved to my town from Pittsburgh in second grade. At 6'4" and 200 plus pounds, he strikes an imposing figure. The unique thing about him, however, is that despite being starting quarterback for our high school's varsity football team, Dre is one of the nicest, most down-to-earth guys I know. He treats everyone in an equally friendly manner, so everyone likes him. If you're wondering why he looks like, picture an older, buffer, less-douchey Jaden Smith.
Anyway, I picked up the phone to see what Dre had to say.
"Hey Dre, what's up?"
"Dude, I'm having an end-of-the-summer party at my house tonight at 5:00. You wanna come?"
"For sure. I just need to go home to shit, shower, and shave first."
"Alright, I'll see you then, bro." He laughed
There was a click as Dre hung up. I tossed my stuff into the passenger seat and pulled out of the parking lot.
A few minutes later, I pulled into the garage next to my mom's car and walked in. I entered the house and jokingly called out "Honey, I'm home!"
My mom replied from her office, "Hi sweetie, how was the gym?"
I walked in to her office to find her typing away at her computer.
"The usual." I replied, thinking about Emily.
"The look on your face doesn't say 'the usual'." She teased
"I did meet a cute girl." I admitted
"Oooooohhhhh!! Aaron met a giiiirl!!" My 15 year-old sister Nicole's voice rang from the living room
Ignoring her, I asked my mom if I could go to Dre's party.
"Of course," she replied, "but remember to stick to the usual policy."
My mom's usual policy is basically just "be safe". She is fine with me drinking and stuff as long as it's in moderation. As for sex, she just wants me to be responsible and use protection.
"I will, mom. Love you." I replied, batting my eyes innocently
"Now get going!" She responded, shooing me away, "You're going to be late."
As I walked up the stairs to the bathroom that Nicole and I share, Nicole followed me all the way, peppering me with questions.
"What's the girl's name? What does she look like? Is she pretty? Does she go to your school?"
"Her name is Emily. She's very pretty, unlike you, squirt." I teased, knowing that Nicole could take my ribbing. She and I tease each other all the time. Even if she couldn't take my teasing, Nicole knows she's very pretty: she's tall, athletic (she does cheer and dance), has long straight dark hair, and has the same hazel eyes that my mom and I do.
"Oh! You hurt me so bad with your mean words!" She mocked, clutching at an imaginary knife buried in her chest.
"I'm going to Dre's. You gonna miss me, squirt?"
"Yes, sooo badly..." She drawled
I gave her a hug. "Thought so. Now go back to texting what's-his-name."
"Brian? I'm done with him. I've got a new boytoy."
"Okay, two things: one, don't say 'boytoy'. Just thinking about that phrase makes my balls hurt. Second, who's the new guy?"
"Wimp. The new guy is Lucas; he's from Brazil." She made a clawing motion and a rawr-ing sound.
"Ew. Leave me now; I have to take a shower."
"Buh-bye." She strutted off to her room, phone in hand.
I hopped in the shower and turned the faucet up to near-boiling temperature. You may be wondering why I was showering again, but remember that I didn't get much washing done in the first one and I still kind of smelled like ass.
I quickly washed and clambered out of the shower with my towel wrapped around my waist. As I began to shave, I took a look at myself in the mirror.
I'm a pretty good-looking guy, based on what other people (not just my mom) have told me. I have a strong jawline, hazel eyes, perpetually messy black hair, and a fair complexion. I'm also in excellent shape from doing karate since I was nine and regularly going to the gym. I have good posture, which seems to contribute to my height: most people slouch pretty badly, so I see eye-to-eye even with people who should be taller than me.
I finished shaving and dried my hair so I could get dressed. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring any clothes in the bathroom with me, so I would have to cross in front of Nicole's bedroom wearing only my towel.
I opened the door and strode across the hall to my room. Just when I though I had made it without her seeing me, I heard her wolf-whistle from her bedroom. I backed up a step to shoot her the bird, then continued on my way.
I selected a red douche tank (that's what my friends and I call tank tops for dudes) and put on my swimsuit.
On the way to my car, I said goodbye to Nicole and Mom and grabbed my wallet. I started up my car, listening to the engine's familiar growl. Before I pulled away, I sent a text to Dre telling him that I was on my way.
Fortunately, Dre only lived a few miles away from me, so I arrived at his house just a few minutes after 5:00. I parked in the street by his house and walked up to his door. I grimaced as I heard the techno-pop music coming from his house. I love classic rock, old-school rap, R&B, you name it, but I can't stand country, pop, or any of that whiny indie bullshit. I rang the doorbell and waited for Dre to come to the door.
A few seconds later, the door flew open and Dre grinned out at me.
"Aaron! C'mon in, bro!"
"How's it goin', Dre?" I replied, shaking his hand like only a true bro can.
"Great, dude. Lots of people here this year."
"Yeah, there are, and I don't recognize half of them."
"We decided to let some freshmen and sophomores come this time." He explained
"Gotcha. We can haze the shit out of them, then!" I joked
"For sure, bro!" He laughed
"Where's Britt, by the way?" I asked. Brittany Dunn was his girlfriend of about a year. I knew her even before Dre did, though, because she was friends with Nicole. They were on the cheer team together and Nicole considered her somewhat a big sister.
"She's out back, by the pool. I was just about to go out there. You wanna come?"
"Definitely." I replied
I followed him through the house to the back door, greeting friends along the way. As we walked through the house, I snagged a Coke from a pile of them in someone's hands.
When we finally made it to the pool, I took a look around. There were lots of guys in swimsuits and girls in bikinis, but no one was in the pool. I spotted several of our friends, including Brittany, lounging with their feet in the jacuzzi.
As Dre and I walked up to them, they jumped up to greet us. Brittany kissed Dre and then came to hug me. I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
The girls there were Christina, Lily, Jesse, and Ashton and a gorgeous girl I didn't know. Also hanging out by the jacuzzi were my friends Adam, David, and Jake.
I said hello to each of them in turn, saving Ashton and the unnamed girl for last. I kissed Ashton on the cheek and stood next to her as she put her arm around me to introduce the new girl.
"Aaron, this is Lana. She just moved here from New York. She's going to be a junior, just like us."
"Nice to meet you, Lana." I replied, taking a second to check Lana out while she shyly looked down. She was in great shape and had mocha-brown skin.
"You're in great shape. Are you a boxer or something?"
Ashton slapped me on the back for being so rudely forward, but Lana just giggled and said, "No, I play soccer."
"Ah, a girl after my own heart." I responded, surreptitiously giving Ashton's toned butt a quick squeeze as payback for her slap.
When Ashton jumped at my ass-grab, Lana asked if everything was alright. I snickered as Ashton blushed and assured her that all was well.
"You girls are way too dry, considering this is supposed to be a pool party." I proclaimed
"Well, we--" Ashton was cut short when I picked her and Lana up, hoisting them to my shoulders.
"Aaron! Put us down!" Ashton shrieked while Lana just laughed
Both girls were playfully flailing their arms and legs in a somewhat fake attempt to escape my clutches. As others noticed my march to the pool, they began cheering me on.
When I got to the pool's stairs, I put a foot in and pretended to shiver, saying "Brrr... This water is f-f-freezing!"
In reality, the water was actually kind of warm, but I didn't want to let the girls know that. Their shrieks and laughter intensified as I lowered myself into what they thought was a frigid pool.
"Uh-oh... I'm losing my grip..." I warned, trying not to laugh as I let them slide a little bit. When I realized that Ashton's toned butt was right next to my face, I couldn't resist giving it a playful bite. She shrieked even louder and I burst out laughing.
I then dumped them into the pool and patiently waited for them to come up to the surface. Instead, they seized my legs and pulled them out from underneath me.
"Whoa!" I exclaimed right before my head went under water.
This time, it was their turn to laugh as I emerged from the water, shaking my wet hair out of my eyes. All of the observers who had been on my side just moments ago were now whooping and cheering for the two girls, who raised their arms in victory. I, too, raised my arms, but I did it to flip off all of my "supporters".
After seeing how much fun we were having, everyone else started jumping in the pool. I spent a while talking to Lana and learned that she was really funny and clever once you got her to come out of her shell of shyness. The party was a lot of fun, but after a few hours, everyone but our close group of friends (Dre and Brittany, Adam and Christina, Jesse, Jake, David, Lily, and I) and Lana left, so we moved to the jacuzzi.
Dre turned on the jets in the jacuzzi, so we were soon surrounded by giant bubbles racing to the top of the water. I positioned myself between Lana and Ashton, putting my arms around them and leaning back.
I was only half paying attention to what was going on, so I was understandably surprised when I felt Ashton's hand snake across my leg to my crotch. I turne my head to look at her as she started stroking my cock through my swimsuit while staying involved in the conversation.
When Ashton turned her head toward me, I caught her eye and noticed that mischievous twinkle that girls get when they're in a naughty mood. I smirked at her and struck up a conversation with Lana.
After a few minutes of stroking, Ashton had me at full mast. She decided to slip her hand inside my swimsuit, making the experience even more pleasurable.
I put both of my arms down, blaming the change if position on my arms being tired. Secretly, I moved my right arm over to Ashton's lap. I gently stroked her inner thigh as I moved my hand up to her swimsuit-covered pussy. To my surprise, her other hand was already there.
When she felt my hand, she moved her other hand out of the way so I could gain access. Because I knew she had already been playing with herself for a while, I didn't bother with any foreplay.
When I stuck two fingers in her pussy, Ashton let out a gasp, but covered it up with a cough. I curled them in, reaching for her G-spot. When I found it, she had to cough again to cover her moan of pleasure.
Suddenly, I announced that I had to go to the bathroom. I got out of the jacuzzi, doing my best to hide my massive erection with a towel. I walked up to the house and entered the large guest bathroom on the first floor.
A minute or two later, Ashton knocked on the bathroom door. When I threw it open, she pounced on me, grabbing my neck and pulling me down to kiss her. I staggered backwards, holding her up with my arms and kicking the door shut.
I grabbed handfuls of her ass, feeling the soft flesh and firm muscle as I sat down on the closed toilet lid.
I broke off our hot-and-heavy makeout session to say "We can't full-on fuck, Ashton. They'll come looking for us."
"Just a quickie, okay?"
"Fine." I grinned at her as I took her swimsuit top off to expose her beautiful breasts (these, I knew the size of: 34 C). I instantly latched on to a nipple with my mouth, circling it and occasionally nibbling on it.
"Aaron... No time... Remember?"
"Fuck! You're right." I replied
I lifted her off of me so I could pull down my swim trunks. Ashton took this time to slide one leg out of her swimsuit bottoms.
Luckily, her pussy was a little looser than usual because of my earlier fingering, so she had little trouble sliding me into her pussy as she squatted on my lap.
Ashton circled her arms around my neck for support and started bouncing up and down on my dick. Remembering that our time was limited, I grabbed her hips and started slamming her down harder on my cock. She let out a small scream of pleasure each time my cock bottomed out inside of her. After just a minute or two of this, Ashton started to cum.
"Aaron... Fuck... I'm cummmiiinng!!" She moaned
I let her take control of the bouncing, so she started grinding her clit on my pubic bone and moving in circles. After she finished her orgasm, she shakily got off my dick and took it into her mouth.
Unlike Emily, Ashton couldn't take my whole length into her throat, but she made up for that with an excellent combination of suction with her mouth and stroking with her hand.
"Fuck, baby, you're good at that!" I exclaimed
Ashton winked at me and tried to smile while keeping my cock in her mouth. She had learned to recognize the signs of my orgasms, so she was ready when I started cumming.
She pulled me out of her mouth and jerked me off with both hands, using her own pussy juices as lubricant. When I started to spurt cum, she smiled and let it land on her face.
After my orgasm ended, we both got up. I used a towel to wipe our juices off of the toilet and the floor and Ashton used tissues to wipe off her face. I looked at her and noticed that she still had some cum on her face. I wiped it off of her face with my thumb and turned to wash it off in the sink.
When I turned back, Ashton was adjusting her swimsuit so it looked like it had before. I reached out and brushed her hair behind her ear, like she always keeps it.
"Thanks." she said.
In response, I grabbed her chin and brought her face up to meet mine for another passionate kiss.
"Hey, we'd better get out there before they think we got lost or something. I'll go first." She told me
I nodded. She peeked out the bathroom door to see if anyone was looking, then gave me the "OK" sign with her hand and dashed to the back door.
I waited for about thirty seconds before following her out the door. When I got to the jacuzzi, everyone was looking up at me and grinning.
"What?" I asked, confused
"We heard you had a little tummy trouble." Brittany announced, fighting to hold back a laugh
"Is that so?" I responded, glaring at Ashton, who just giggled.
My mind raced as I thought up a lie. "Actually, I was coming out of the bathroom when I heard Ashton asking for help. See, there wasn't any toilet paper in her bathroom, so I had to look around for it for a while."
"She took a massive shit." I added, pretending to whisper.
"Whatever." Several of them replied
Miffed, I started to get into the jacuzzi just as Christina suggested we play a bunch of those stupid (I say stupid; they're actually pretty fun if you play with friends) party games like truth or dare, spin the bottle, and seven minutes in heaven.
We all sort of grumbled our consent and got out of the to start drying off. Once everyone was dry and clothed (the guys put on shirts and the girls put on very short shorts and tank tops), we went down to Dre's basement, where he basically has his own bachelor pad.
We sat on the couches and started up a game of truth or dare. I elected to go first (because I'm a badass, obviously).
Christina, the moderator, asked me if I wanted truth or dare.
"I think I'll start off with truth." I replied
This answer was met with several boos, which I responded to by flipping everyone off.
"We'll start off easy: name one celebrity you would want to have sex with."
Everyone groaned, as they knew what answer I would give.
"I know you're all surprised to hear this, but hands down, ScarJo." I grinned
"Hey, at least he's consistent." Dre defended me
"Thank you, dude." I bumped his outstretched fist
"Ok, moving on." Christina was no-nonsense when it came to truth or dare. "Adam, who in this circle do you have a crush on?"
"You mean, besides Aaron?" He grinned as we all laughed. "I think I'd have to say you, babe." He leaned over to kiss Christina.
It went on this way for the rest of the circle until it was my turn again. This time, I chose "dare".
"Aaron, I dare you to make out with the nearest member of the opposite sex for sixty seconds."
I looked to my left at Adam. Then, I looked to my right. Ashton was smiling shyly at me from her position at my side.
"Right here or can we have some privacy?" I asked Christina
"Right here." She replied
"No pressure..." I said, winking at Ashton.
"Your time starts..." Christina trailed off as I turned to Ashton and locked lips with her
This kiss was less hungry and hurried than our previous ones. It started softly, but when I started running my tongue around Ashton's lips, the kiss grew hotter. She opened her mouth to admit my tongue and I caressed her lips and tongue with mine. I put my hand on her lower back and started gently stroking it. At the same time, she put her hand on the back of my head and ran her fingers through my hair.
"Aaand time!" Christina announced
I kissed Ashton one more time and then pulled away, leaving her flustered and out of breath.
"What's next?" I asked cheerfully, as if Christina had asked us to high-five, not make out.
Rating: 92%, Read 45418 times, Posted Dec 24, 2014