Built for Sin (closed)

Michael Drake had been hoping to spend his spring break down in Cabo Wabo Mexico with a few thousand of his closest friends, like he had during his freshman and sophomore years of college. This year, though, the money just wasn't there. It was probably his own fault; he had spent too much of his hard-earned cash partying hard during the school year, and when it came time to buy the plane ticket and hotel room, the cash just wasn't there.

So, back home to Podunk, Indiana was the only option left, really. Mike was determined to make the best of it though. He still had some friends back home, after all. And as he packed up and took stock of all the party "goodies" he'd picked up, he knew he was going to have a good time. The trick, really, would be to find some hot young lady to enjoy himself with... not that his hometown really had a lot of offer in that regard. Of course, it had been a few years since he had been back, and so the scenery may have changed.

He sent facebook messages out to his friends back home; it didn't take long at all before a bonfire was being organized. Any excuse for a party, right? He set out from the Madison, Wisconsin campus, and some five hours later, late in the afternoon, he was pulling that old S-10 pickup back into his hometown.

Precious little had changed, it seemed. Or so he thought, until he was rolling down Main Street, passing the old Hoosier Hardware, and he spotted a most magnificent hourglass shape walking down the sidewalk and entering the store. Long dark hair, an abundance of flesh swelling out her chest, and a round ass that stretched the fabric of her pants to the limit, delectably so.

Mike blinked. A body built for sin. He was so distracted he nearly ran into the car in front of him at the stop sign, slamming his brakes at the last second. Who the hell was that?

Ashley Blake was totally over the day and she still had at least 4 hours to put in at work. School had been a total waste of time. She was taking menial classes just to get through the final semester of her senior year. Since turning 18 in May, she found that She was less and less interested in school, as was not typical of her, and more interested in trying to find a way out of her small town.

At least there was some reprieve with Spring Break starting on Monday. Still, no school meant more hours at work. She didn't really mind the work. Being a cashier at a hardware store wasn't difficult and she got to interact with a lot of different people on a daily basis. People watching was one of her favorite things. She often made up stories in her head about the lives of each person she would come into contact with.

While she wasn't particularly shy, Ashley tended to be a bit of an introvert. She preferred to stay at home or among her small group of friends. Miles, Eric, Daniel and Kevin had graciously accepted her into their group after she began dating Eric briefly a year ago. Things didn't pan out, but it ended well and they remained friends. They spent most nights together around Daniel's coffee table playing Magic the Gathering or Dungeons and Dragons. They taught her everything she knew about the games and she was thankful for that. They were all a bit quirky, but that was probably because they were all home schooled with the exception of Eric who went to her high school. She appreciated how they doted on her, just glad to have a female around for once.

She pulled up to the hardware store in her black Ford Ranger, grabbed her khaki Hoosier Hardware apron and attempted to tie it on as she walked to the door. She hated wearing that stupid thing. It never fit over her chest right. She always felt like her chest was going to burst right out of it. It had always been a struggle for her, finding clothes that fit properly. By 9th grade she was already a DD and until senior year she spent most days in baggy t-shirts and jeans. She knew it wasn't the most flattering look, but she didn't care.

A lot had changed since her younger days, though and she was finally starting to accept the body she was given. She accepted the fact that no matter what sort of shirt she wore, her boobs were going to be showing. Today was no exception. She wore a navy blue Abercrombie top with soft, almost transparent fabric. The V-neck stopped right at the crest of her breasts which is also where she decided the top of her apron should sit. She felt a twinge of guilt knowing her father probably wouldn't approve, but she wasn't left with many options and just decided to roll with it.

She pulled the heavy door of the hardware shop open and greeted her boss, John, with a smile "Hey, John! "

He grunted in response and Ashley headed to the back to grab her cash drawer and begin the late shift. Typically these shifts were easy enough. Not many people came into the store on a Friday night. She thought perhaps she could get some reading done. At least then she would be somewhere far more interesting than the small town she hated so much.

There was a silver-lining. After she got off at 8, she was going to Daniel's for a few rounds of D&D with the guys and maybe, for once, something interesting would happen.

Having narrowly avoided rear-ending the old Grand Marquis at the stop sign in front of Hoosier Hardware, Mike made it the rest of the way home without incident, though he found himself unable to get that curvy brunette out of his head. He hadn't seen her face but he had noticed her khaki apron, a sure sign that she was employed at Hoosier Hardware. He couldn't help but wonder who she was. He racked his mind, trying to recall girls from high school who might match the description, but none came to mind.

He would have remembered an ass like that.

He made it home and parked the pick-up out front, and grabbed his duffel bag and backpack out of the truckbed and headed up to the door, noting the handful of boards on front porch that were rotting out, and the others that needed repainted. He let himself in. "Mom? Dad? I'm home!" he called out.

After all the requisite hugs and catching-up was done, Mike asked his dad about the porch, offering to run to the hardware store to pick up the material to fix it up. Mike's dad was an old plumber, close to retirement, but his knees and back were in such poor shape from years of labor that there were numerous projects around the house that needed done.

The old man gave Mike some cash, and soon enough Mike was headed back to towards the hardware store for some wood planks, a box of wood screws, and paint. Mike didn't mind a little hard work; growing up in this small town, most people picked up a lot of random handyman type skills.

He parked out front and went inside, immediately recognizing the brunette from the street leaning against the counter at the cash register, lost in a book, her glasses down near the tip of her nose.

"Hey there," he said to her with a smile as he walked past.

Mike
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Ashley
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Ashley heard the bell on the door jingle, but she didn't look up from her book. She was halfway through "Blood of Elves" which was the first in the Witcher series. She made weird rules for herself like having to finish a particular series of books before she allowed herself to start the video game spin-off.

She leaned her plump bottom against the counter that held the register and pushed her glasses up from the tip of her nose back to the bridge. Her glasses had a tendency to fall forward often, so much so that the movement of pushing them back into place had become habit even when she wasn't wearing them.

“Why have you gone so red, crimson as a poppy? You wanted to know, didn’t you? So you’ve got the honest truth and faithful history of a world where he who shatters the skulls of others most efficiently and swells women’s bellies fastest, reigns. And it’s just as hard to compete with you people in murdering as it is in screwing—” read the paragraph.

She flushed at the way the words gave her chills. "Swells women's bellies?" she pondered, "Does that mean...sex?" She was confused and if she were honest with herself, those simple words aroused her, but before she could think on it another moment a deep velvety sound rang through her ears and into her loins.

"Hey there," he said to her with a smile as he walked past.

He, who was he?! She peaked up from her book and glanced at the man walking past her. Jesus. He was like nothing she had ever seen before. Tall with perfectly tousled dark hair. His smile was warm and inviting, but something else danced behind his eyes.

"Hi," she eagerly, and quite unintentionally, chirped. As he walked away she realized that he, in fact, looked familiar. Who was he? She knew everyone in their small town, surely he had to belong to someone. Then it hit her, all at once.

It was the first day of her freshman year. She was clumsily trying to stuff her books in her locker and getting herself hung in the sleeves of her baggy hoodie. The bell rang and it startled her causing all of her books to fall to the floor. Naturally no one helped the awkward freshman out, so she knelt down to scoop them up herself. As the hallway cleared she noticed a group of guys heckling a portly kid a few yards away from her. She didn't want them to notice her so she didn't move.

She watched as they pushed him into the lockers, demanding what? She wasn't sure. The poor thing was red in the face and tried to fight back. One of the kids grabbed the glasses right off of his face and stomped on them. Just when she thought she couldn't bear to watch another moment, a loud, billowing voice echoed through the hallway, "Hey, mother fuckers! I know you aren't fucking with my brother!"

Before any of the kids could move the voice was upon them. He must have been a senior because he was easily a foot taller than all the other guys. He grabbed the ringleader by the collar as the other two kids scattered. He held the heckler up against the locker and put his face almost nose-to-nose with him. The voice snarled something Ashley wasn't able to hear and let him drop to the floor. The ringleader scrambled away and the voice knelt down next to his brother and gathered him into his arms. "It's okay," she heard him say, "they won't bother you again."

Later that afternoon she found the portly kid sitting by himself in the cafeteria. Ashley didn't have friends of her own so she decide she would sit with him. She set her tray across from him and plopped herself down on the bench. "Hi," she had smiled sweetly. "I am Ashley, want to be friends?"

She remembered thinking how ridiculous she must have sounded, but the portly fellow didn't seem to mind. A smile swept across his face as he responded, "Hi. I am Daniel. Are you sure you want to eat with me?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I? What grade are you in? This is my first day, I am a freshman."

"I am a sophomore," Daniel said glumly, "But this is going to be my last day. I think my parents are going to home school me from now on."

"Oh," Ashley lowered her eyes, noting that Daniel had yet to make eye contact with her. "I am very sorry, but maybe that's for the best. I saw what happened in the hallway."

Daniel lowered his head further, "Yea, it happens all the time. If Michael hadn't been there I am sure I would have gone home with another black eye or two again."

His sadness jerked at Ashley's heartstrings. "Here," she offered, "I don't have any friends and you seem super cool so why don't you take my number and text me sometime and maybe we can hang out?"

The gesture seemed to cheer Daniel up, but she didn't hear from him again for another year, when she met Eric.

"Michael" Ashley said to herself back in the present. He must have been home for Spring Break. All the times she spent at Daniel's house she never heard much about his older brother, but Daniel was unique and only spoke about things that he was very interested in which happened to be Dungeons and Dragons and Magic the Gathering. There wasn't much space for anything else in his brain.

As Michael walked past her she inadvertently bit her lower lip. She had to talk to him. She was nervous, but the passage in her book had already gotten her blood moving so a little out-of-character risk was in order.

"Please let me know if there is anything I can assist you with or help you find!" She shouted after him. Okay that wasn't really the out-of-character risk she had intended. In fact, it wasn't risky at all. Her employment specifically required that she ask all customers the same.

She stood on her tip-toes, looking over the register, fingers crossed, waiting to see if he would respond.

The busty brunette's voice rang out, stopping Mike short in his tracks, and he turned to look at her, a devious bit of a smile playing across his lips. From where he stood, his view of much of her body was blocked by the cash register and the counter.

"Sure," he said, looking around, noting how empty the store was. It was a Friday night, after all. "I need a gallon of plain white exterior house paint, a couple paintbrushes and a box of wood screws. And a dozen eight foot planks from the lumber department, if they're still open," he rattled off, his eyes locked with hers now as her glasses slid back down her nose a bit.

He was trying to place her. Something about her was familiar, but he wasn't sure what it was. Surely she went to his high school, but she was obviously younger than him. He rubbed at the dark stubble on his chin. He couldn't find the name he was looking for, but then again, a lot of high school memories had dimmed for him, even just some four years down the line.

As she came around the counter, and her curvy form came into view, he was happy he had asked for help, even though he already knew where everything was located in the store. She looked even better up close!

He noted her name tag. "Ashley?" he said, still trying to connect her face to the name, somewhere in his memories, but nothing came to him. "I'm Mike."

Ashley knew where everything was that he asked for and even though the lumber department was closed, she would do her best to accommodate him. She had him follow her throughout the store. She gingerly picked up the things he needed and handed them to him wih an unintended smile.

She asked him to follow her as she made her way to the paint and asked him "Will you please follow me to the lumber dept? I know it sound silly, please don't tell my boss,but It's a bit dark and terrifying in that department alone."

She looked up at him innocently enough, wondering if he could somehow smellher virginity,

Will you please follow me to the lumber dept? I know it sound silly, please don't tell my boss,but It's a bit dark and terrifying in that department alone."

"Of course," Mike replied immediately. He had been enjoying the view of her tush as he followed her around the store, and every time she turned to grab something his eyes lingered in the swell of her breasts. That faint tease of cleavage at the top of her apron was enough to cause a bit of a rush of blood to his loins, and as they ventured into the darkened lumber area, he felt his heart beat a bit faster.

They traversed the stacks of wood; Mike pulled out his iPhone and turned on the flashlight as they searched for the planks he needed. Finally, near the back, they found the lumber he was looking for.

"I think this is just what I was after," he said, his hand finding her hip, his fingers digging into her flesh, turning her to face him before pressing her back against the wood.

His body was against hers in the darkness. His hand slid up her hip, along her side, to just under her breast.

Ashley gasped at his advance. She had ached for so long for someone to touch her, but now that that moment was upon her, she was terrified.

"I'm, uhm, I am thinking that what you need, I think it's right over..." she trailed off as his hand moved up her body.

She didn't know what to do, where to turn, if anywhere,. She desperately wanted to stay, but she was a good Christian girl, she certainly couldn't participate in that sort of thing...could she?

Her breath became heavy, almost distraught as anxiety wracked her body,

She looked up and him intending to tell him to stop,but only a whimper escaped her lips.

Mike wasn't sure just what had come over him. He wasn't normally so forward with a girl. But he had gotten the impression from this buxom brunette that this was exactly why she was leading him into the dark recesses of the hardware store, and he certainly wasn't about to let such an opportunity pass him by!

Her little whimper only served to confirm his suspicion, and he felt it was exactly the invitation he needed. His lips found hers in that next moment, his hands pulling her bodily against him. The feel of those large, soft breasts crushing against his chest was enough to cause a rush of blood to his loins, and as his tongue slid over her lips and then past them, his arousal grew quite obvious...

Ashley was completely overwhelmed and overtaken by Mike. The sensation of his tongue parting her lips and entering into her sent her to one of the darker places in her mind.

She remembered her first kiss. She had been sitting on the counter in shorts and a baggy t-shirt. Before her family fell apart and her mother left, they actually had been doing okay for themselves. Her father had hired a Hispanic man to do their landscaping and handy work around the house so her father didn't have to.

His name was Manuel and he was about 40 or so at the time. She was always terrible at determining age. It was her brother's birthday and her parents had run to grab the cake and other supplies before the guests arrived. Manuel had been working with their family for over a year at that point. He stayed along with his three small children when Ashley's parents went out.

Manuel asked her if she had ever had mango before and she responded that she hadn't. That's when she hopped up on the counter and watched his delicately cut up the mango and put it in the bowl. The scent of the fruit was sweet. Mostly, she remembered feeling comfortable and safe.

Manuel sent his kids outside to play with Ashley's brother, Adrian. She tried to hop down to join them, but he put his hand on her thigh, "siéntate" he said softly. She hesitated, but stayed. He picked up a piece of mango and gently placed it in her mouth. Anyone else watching this unfold would have clearly seen his intent, but Ashley was still naive. She didn't know.

Ashley started to feel incredibly uncomfortable, but she wasn't sure what to do about it. Manuel spread her legs and stood between them. He pulled her face to his and whispered "venga..." as he put his lips against hers. It was then that her mother walked in. A wave of relief rush over her, but was quickly replaced by one of guilt. The look on her mother's face wasn't one of concern for her daughter or disdain for the man who had his hands on her--no. She looked at Ashley with ferocity and disgust.

"Get out, Manuel." her mother, Alice, said attempting to maintain her composure, "I am sorry my daughter doesn't have any respect for boundaries. You do know he is a married, grown man, don't you Ashley?" Ashley watched the exchange of glances and sweet smiles between Manuel and her mother. She didn't understand then, but she knew now what had gone on between the two of them.

Tears welled up in Ashley's eyes as she hopped off the counter and locked herself in her room for the rest of the day, avoiding the party entirely. It was there that she realized If she hadn't been wearing shorts, if she had just gotten down off the counter, if she hadn't even gotten on the counter at all, none of this would have happened. It was entirely her fault. That shame still hadn't left her.

The pressure of Mike's groin against hers brought her back to reality. She desperately wanted to forget. She stopped resisting his advances in that moment and let the warmth of his body consume her. She grabbed at the fabric of his waist and pulled him closer to her. She didn't know where this fervor was coming from, but she didn't want it to stop. His touch, unknown to either of them, had sparked a flame that would eventually burn through her life like a wildfire.

The fervor in her, the need, the desire, it was all palpable to Mike as their kiss intensified. Her hands grasped at him, pulling him closer, and his tongue responded by plundering her mouth, utterly controlling the kiss.

His cock raged hard in his jeans, painfully so. He pressed himself against her firmly, pinning her back against the stack of wood planks behind her. His hand on her side came up, sliding under her apron, cupping and squeezing at a heavy breast, and he moaned into her mouth.

It was then that they heard a voice call out through the darkness. "Ashley? You back here?" It was John, her boss.

Mike broke the kiss and smirked, coughing a bit and then said: "yep, this is exactly what I was looking for. Thanks for helping me find it," he said, his eyes locked with hers for a moment before he turned and grabbed a half dozen planks and hoisted them over his shoulder.

Ashley almost choked when she heard John’s voice calling out for her. She was so thankful Mike had spoken up because in the height of her anxiety, she was speechless. She followed Mike to the register and smiled at John as she passed him. She felt like skipping, frankly. She had never been touched the way Mike had touched her. She wanted more. She hoped that her mouth would work for once and she could actually carry on a conversation with him.

She walked around Mike to the register and absentmindedly chewed on her lower lip. Why couldn’t she talk?! She just wanted to say something, anything to him. She wanted to give him her number or better for him to ask her, but all of the willing in the world could not make her lips move. As she rang him up, she simply sighed. She was a little uncomfortable, her underwear was...wet. She hadn’t really felt that sensation before. Before she was able to give him the total he handed her a credit card with a smirk. She looked up at him finally and smiled as she grabbed the card and subsequently dropped it on the floor behind her as she turned to the card reader. She quickly bent over to pick it up, feeling like a total idiot. While she was bend over she noticed that her nipples were hard. How embarrassing! She took a deep break and stood back up. She sighed with frustration and ran her fingers through her hair. “Sorry,” she whispered as she ran his card.

“No worries,” he replied with a smile.

She handed Mike back his card and their hands briefly grazed one anothers. She looked up at him, there was a desperation in her eyes. She didn’t want him to leave, but she watched him walk away nonetheless.

She sighed again, heavily, as the man of her dreams exited her life, probably for good. As the evening ended she gathered her things and locked up. John had left already as he usually did on Friday nights, leaving her to stay, clean and lock up. She couldn’t stop thinking about Mike, about the way he had touched her. She climbed into her Ranger and began the short drive to Daniel’s house.

About two years ago, her sophomore year, she met Eric. He was a dark-haired sweetheart-- the kind that had no clue how attractive he was. They dated briefly and he introduced her to his small group of friends, Daniel, Miles, and Kevin. She was thrilled to have run into Daniel again. They spent every weekend and everyday after school together after that. The three guys were homeschooled and they absoluely fascinated her. She was able to be herself around them because they really had no idea how to act around a girl so they just treated her like one of them. It worked for her perfectly. Ashley and Eric didn’t work out, mostly because she was prude and he was a horny teenager. They had decided they would be better off as friends and they were right. Their little group flourished and they eagerly accepted her. Before them she didn’t know much about the world of fantasy, but they taught her how to play Dungeons and Dragons and Magic the Gathering. She loved it. She felt safe and at home with them. It was like having an accepting normal family, something she desperately wanted.

She pulled into Daniel’s driveway and noted an S-10 parked along the street. Maybe Kevin was borrowing his dad’s truck or something. She didn’t even knock, she walked right in the front door and plopped down on the couch next to Daniel who had a bowl of Cheetos on his lap. She grabbed a handful and started throwing them at Miles’ head as he sat in front of the coffee table playing Oblivion.

Mike loaded the wood and paint up in the back of his S10 after checking out, still feeling on top of the world after the heated interaction with Ashley in the darkened lumber room. He had hardly expected the busty young brunette to come on to him like that, and the fact that she had left him eager to see her again.

He made it back to the house and set himself to work. His parents had already headed to work for the night; they both worked night shift at the county hospital. His autistic brother, Daniel, was busy setting up his D&D stuff for game night with his buddies. Mike had to chuckle at that. Years ago, Mike had first introduced the difficult youngster to gaming, and it had been the one thing his little brother had been able to really latch on to. It had helped him develop some social skills and a small group of friends, finally, and so even though Mike may have teased them a bit for being "nerds", it was coming from someone who knew the territory well enough, and it was all in jest.

Mike had picked up a case of beer on the way home as well, and cracked his first one as he found a crowbar to yank out the rotted planks on the back porch. He was three deep by the time he had all the bad planks torn out, and that's when the last of Daniel's buddies showed up. Mike looked up from the back porch and was, frankly, astonished to see Ashley prancing up the front walk towards the house! He blinked, doubting his own eyes, and his own luck. How was she a part of this group of friends? She seemed, at first glance, completely out of place. With looks like hers, she should have been one of the "cool kids" or something.

Further investigation was in order. He wiped the sweat off his brow and finished his beer as he stood up. He had stripped his tee shirt off an hour ago, and was now wearing just a white wifebeater. His arms and shoulders glistened with sweat. He made for the fridge, and looked out into the living room, where they were currently congregated, and sure enough, there she was. Mike took a deep breath as a devious idea came to mind. He cracked his beer and walked out into the living room.

"Okay, nerds, who wants a beer?" he asked them all, even as he locked eyes with Ashley, knowing full well none of them were of the legal drinking age, and that the suggestion was sure to cause a bit of consternation. "The only proper way to play D&D is appropriately... lubricated."

Ashley was mid-Cheeto eating when she saw Mike walk in. She knew her jaw was dropped. She didn't really have control over that reaction. He was dirty, sweaty, and worshipingly sexy with a wifebeater hugging every ripple of his body.

“Okay, nerds, who wants a beer?” He had asked them, “The only proper way to play D&D is appropriately...lubricated.” He continued with his eyes locked onto hers.

Her mind started racing. She had never drank before. She'd never even tasted beer. How could she drink? She had to drive home at some point. Her dad would kill her! It was illegal for one thing and then...I mean wasn't it a sin? It had to be. But...the way he looked into her. The way he was so nonchalant in his asking.

“Sure.” She attempted to say coolly. She was sure she wasn't fooling Mike, but she didn't really have any other recourse. The way he said "lubricated" sent an unfamiliar ache between her legs. She was almost frightened of him. She wanted more of him.

Eric also agreed to have one. She was relieved that she wasn't going to be drinking alone with Mike. Alone with Mike. The thought lingered in her mind and she bent over the coffee table to set down her phone. Her cleavage, inadvertently, fully exposed to Mike.

Mike smiled and nodded, and asked the other two again if they wanted a beer before returning to the kitchen to retrieve the bottles for Ashley and Eric. He smirked as he did, looking at the bottles and then looking over at his school backpack sitting on the kitchen counter.

His stash of goodies was safely tucked away at the bottom. Well, he thought, that could certainly make for an interesting evening.

The moral implications of what he was considering weighed in his mind for a mere moment. It was undoubtedly wrong. Illegal, actually. But, as he recalled the abundance of cleavage that Ashley had just flashed at him when she bent over towards him, he had the feeling she might be… appreciative of what he was about to give her.

He dug a couple of pint glasses out of the cabinets, and quickly dug into his backpack, finding his stash of illicit drugs. His heart raced. Any one of them could walk in on him doing this, and he would be busted. He found what he was looking for, a capsule containing powdered Ecstasy. He considered taking one for himself, but decided against it. He would want some of his wits about him, after all.

He took the capsule and cracked it open, dumping the contents into one of the pint glasses, and then filled each of them with beer. He took them out to the living room, and delivered each, one to Eric, and the other, doctored drink, to Ashley…

Ashley’s mind was racing, she wasn’t sure which was worse, the idea of drinking made her feel morally conflicted. She wanted for Mike to really like her, but she wasn’t sure tossing her belief system aside for him was the best choice. Before she had the chance to make up her mind, Mike reappeared with two drinks in hand. He handed one to Eric and the other to her. She cupped the glass in both hands. The aroma of the drink was not very appealing at all. She scrunched her nose up a bit at the smell, but for fear of Mike thinking she was lame, she held her breath and took a long, slow swig. Half of the glass was gone before she set it down on the coffee table. She hated the taste, but was determined to impress Mike so she would finish it anyway.

Picking up her phone she sent a quick text to her dad who was out camping with her brother for the weekend.

“Headed to bed, see you guys Sunday,” and with that she turned off her phone. She didn’t want the anxiety of them calling or texting her back to ruin her good time. What she hoped would be a good time anyway.

Before she had the chance to pick up the glass again, she started the feel warmth creeping up from her legs to her chest. Was this the alcohol? It felt...relaxing. She wanted more. She grabbed the glass on the table and finished its contents quickly. She licked her lips and set the glass back on the table. She flopped back on the couch and looked over at Daniel who was staring at her.

“What?” She asked.

“You’re going to be an alcoholic.” He responded, seriously, as was often his way.

“Shut up and set up the game,” Ashley said tossing a Cheeto at his face. “Hey, Mike” she was feeling a little boost of confidence from the beer, “Mind if I have another?”

As she waited for Mike to respond she felt the warmth envelope her more intensely, she had never felt anything quite like it before.

Mike watched in disbelief as Ashley completely drained the doctored drink he had given her. He blinked; chemicals were in motion now that he could not undo, and the realization, the reality of it, hit him hard. He smirked, and nodded in response. “Absolutely,” he said, walking back towards her and bending over to take her glass, his eyes lingering in the bit of exposed cleavage before traveling back up to her eyes. His hands had just so recently groped those tits, and he had a very good feeling there would be a lot more of that in the very near future.

He gave her a little wink before turning and heading back to the kitchen, an interaction that went unnoticed by the rest of the guys as they were busy pulling out character sheets and miniatures and unfurling the wet-erase vinyl battle map. Daniel was setting up his Dungeon Master screen and by the time Mike returned with another beer for Ashley, after he quickly finished his own on the way to the kitchen, they were ready to start rolling.

“Here ya go,” Mike said. “I gotta finish up the porch, otherwise I’d play with you guys,” he told them. “Have fun rollin,” he said, his gaze locking with Ashley’s once again, before he turned around and headed back out to his project on the back porch. He figured the Ecstasy would start to kick in shortly, maybe half an hour or so. An hour after that, Ashley would be quite the mess… Mike would make sure he’d be around to see that!

Ashley was thankful for another drink, but felt almost petulant as she watched him walk away. Now that she had had a taste of him, it was all she could think about.

Daniel finished setting the game up and she pulled out her binder with her character sheet. She grabbed the glass of beer and decided she didn’t have anything to lose, her inhibitions were waning. She sucked the entire glass down and slammed it on the coffee table. “Let’s go, Gents!”

She listened to Daniel give the storyline that they had been working on for almost a year. Eric rolled first, he always played a chaotic neutral Rogue Elf, Miles played the Lawful Good Paladin and Kevin ever the Chaotic Good Dwarf, or troll, or whatever beast suited his fancy at any given time.

The warmth had taken Ashley over about 15 minutes into the game. She pulled off the cardigan she had put on after work and set it to the side before she rolled her turn. The colors around her seemed brighter, more vivid. She scooted closer to Daniel, she just felt like she needed to be touched. Naturally Daniel was not pleased. “What are you doing, Ashley?!” He scolded.

“What?!” I want some company, I think beer makes me a little...I don’t know. It’s weird. How do you feel, Eric?”

“Fine…” He looked at her like she had a third head. “Your eyeballs are extra big, girl. You okay?”

“Yea, yea, I am fine. Maybe I should just lay off the beer for the rest of the night.” She closed her eyes and tried to shake the feeling away from her body.

She rolled and it was crit! She normally didn’t care and just smirked whenever she had a decent roll, but she lept in the air and bent down and hugged Daniel. “Yay! I am amazing! You’re amazing. You feel amazing. You’re so soft and warm Daniel!” she said, beaming.

At that point, Miles, a long-time admirer of Ashley, got up and grabbed her arm. “Hey, Ash, why don’t you come sit down here next to me. I think you might be drunk and you’re starting to creep Daniel out. You know how he gets.”

Ashley complied, but only because she couldn't get the feeling of Miles’ hand out of her mind. His skin was like velvet against hers, so soft and smooth. She tugged on him and pulled him into an embrace. “Thanks, Miles. You’re my favorite” she said as she snuggled into him. “Okay, let’s play more,” she said as she plopped on the floor between Miles and Eric.

She could feel their body heat radiating off of them, she just wanted to be in a big pile of them. She found herself aching to be touched. She pulled her knees to her chest and watched the boys play as she started to uncontrollably chew on her lower lip. What was going on? Surely beer doesn’t make everyone feel this way, does it? Oh God. What if it did? She could never drink again. Those thoughts quickly faded as waves of intense warmth and euphoria washed over her body. It was like her body remembered where Mike’s fingertips had been, those places, her chest especially, began to tingle and ache.

Where was he? She didn’t want to play anymore. She just wanted to touch, to feel. Music! That’s what she needed. And something to drink. Maybe not beer, but she was starting to get cottonmouth. “Hey guys, count me out of the next few rounds, I need to go to the restroom and get some water.” They appeared to be relieved.

Ashley walked down the hallway to the bathroom. She looked at her face in the mirror. Her lip was slightly swollen from the chewing and her eyes were huge, her pupils especially. She wondered why that wasn’t covered in Health class when they discussed the “dangers” of alcohol

OOC: this post was written in tandem by Minx and myself



With a whir of the electric drill, Mike finished screwing the final plank down to the porch, stabilizing it and ensuring no one broke an ankle walking in and out. He was sweaty and covered with sawdust from cutting the planks down to length. It was dark out now, night time, and he decided it would be better to paint during the daylight.

Besides, it was about time for Ashley to really start rolling. He finished his beer and headed on inside, tossing the empty bottle and grabbing another. He walked past his brother and friends, and noted Ashley’s absence. His mind raced. Where did she go? He hoped she hadn’t wandered off in her dosed state!

He headed down the hall to his bedroom, found some basic clothes to change into after a shower, and then headed towards the bathroom, taking a long drink as he did, and then opened the door.

Well, that answered one question, anyway. There was Ashley, staring at her dilated pupils in the mirror. “Hey,” he said, hoping he wouldn’t startle her. “You okay? Beer get to ya, kiddo?”

Ashley whirled around quickly when she heard Mike’s voice, though quickly to her wasn’t very quick at all at this point. “Oh, hi, yea I am fine. I just needed to use the restroom. I guess that’s what happens with beer,” she chuckled awkwardly. “I’m sorry, I should have locked the door.” Her pulse was racing. Her face was hot. She didn’t really want him to see her like that. She felt like such an idiot for not being able to hold her alcohol.

“No worries, doll,” Mike replied with a smirk. “Just coming in here to take a shower…” His eyes drank her in, happy she had removed the cardigan she had been covering herself with. He set his clothes down on the counter in front of Ashley, and then peeled off his wifebeater.

She lustfully watched him take off his top, sawdust falling to the floor. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. “A hot shower sounds amazing right now,” she blurted out, then immediately covered her mouth. “Sorry, don’t pay any mind to me, the beer must be talking,” she said quickly as she began to exit the bathroom.

He was blocking her path out. “If my brother and his friends weren’t here, I’d take you up on that,” he said, giving her another conspiratorial wink. His fingers toyed at the belt loops on his dusty jeans, and then one reached out to hers, a finger slipping through a loop, and he pulled her close to him, her breasts pushing into his abdomen.

“Yes, yes, yes!” That was all that was going through her head when he snaked a finger around her belt loop. She wanted more, she felt insatiable, what had come over her? She just wanted to be in his arms, to be wrapped in him. Even filthy he was so hot and she just couldn’t seem to control herself around him. She loved the way she was feeling. Maybe Daniel was right, she would be an alcoholic if this was always how it felt.

His other hand came up to her face, a single finger pressed against her lips. “When I get out of the shower, I’m going to order us all some pizza. For carry out. You should ride along with me to pick it up,” he said, before stepping aside to let her leave.

Then. “oh god…” she thought to herself as his other finger found her plump lips. Her chest on his bare stomach and his fingers on her lips were too much to take. He was saying words, but she wasn’t listening to them. All she wanted was to stay there, in that moment, and have him all to herself. She couldn’t help it, she didn’t know what came over her. Ashley looked straight into Mike’s eyes and spread her lips, taking his finger into her mouth, sucking it hard and deep with her tongue, her eyes not leaving his.

His skin was salty. There was something incredibly erotic about having jisybhis thumb inside of her mouth. Her tongue enveloped him and the tip danced circles around it.

She slowly tilted her head back and allowed him thumb to slid out of her mouth. Her chest was heaving and she felt the moisture building between her legs.

It was all she could do to keep from screaming at him to fuck her. What had come over her!is this what being drunk felt like all the time? No wonder people had drinking problems. The feeling was amazing. Her heart was racing and the hairs on her skin were standing on end. She leaned over and whispered delicately in his ear,

"Please...touch me."

Mike couldn't resist her words, her plea for him to touch her. His fingers slipped out of her belt loops only to allow his hands to slide up her sides, slowly and firmly, and then back down again. He watched her, their eyes locked, and it was becoming apparent that the ecstasy he had dosed her with was having a rather profound effect on her.

For a moment, he considered telling her what he had done. He smirked. He would tell her. Later. Once she was fully lost in her roll.

"Like this?" he asked, his voice husky and quiet, his hands sliding down her hips now, slipped around to her backside, and then firmly grasping each of her plump cheeks!

OCC: This post was written in tandem with J0k3r and myself.

The alcohol must have been in full effect, she thought, because her heart was pounding and she had never felt anything like this before. His hands felt like velvet across her skin. All at once she lost control of herself, of her body. She let herself give into whatever had taken over her. When she felt his hands on her ass she took that opportunity to use the counter she was backed against as leverage and wrapped her legs around him. She grabbed at his waist--his skin was still slick with sweat, but she wanted him closer. She dug her short nails into him and pulled his bare chest against her heaving tits. She wanted to rip her own shirt off. She wanted him to touch her. It was all she could do to keep from exploding with desire.

She arched up toward him, but didn’t kiss him. Instead, she let her lips hesitate and lightly brush against his. Her entire body was trembling and the weight of her head seemed impossible to bear so she rested her forehead against his.

“Please,” she whispered trying to catch her breath, trying to regain her composure, but the room started to spin.

Mike could tell she was getting close to an ecstasy peak at this point. With his grip on her butt, he hoisted her up so she was sitting on the countertop. His hands roamed upwards along her back, massaging her through her shirt as their foreheads rested together.

He loved the feel of her tits against his chest. He dragged his hands around her sides, along the band of her bra, until each found one of her luscious orbs, and he squeezed tenderly at first, his hands cupping them. His eyes never left hers.

He almost told her then what he had done. He seriously considered it. He would tell her, of course. And soon.

Instead, his lips found hers, and he kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth as it had before, at the hardware store. Mike had a very good feeling about how the rest of the night was going to go. His hands on her tits grew more insistent, and he pulled them away for a moment only to pull her shirt up to her neck, exposing the bra she wore underneath.

Ashley couldn’t help the quiet moan that escaped her mouth when Mike’s tongue met hers. She could feel his sense of urgency, and rather than shy away from it, she wanted more. As he pulled up her shirt she arched her back and let her head raise, fully exposing her ample chest to him. She was bound by the constraints of her bra, but she didn’t let that slow her down.

Her breathing became heavier as she found herself in a fog of ecstasy, she pushed her hot, damp groin against him and let out another involuntary moan when there was a loud knock on the door.

She gasped, tugged her shirt down and all but jumped off the counter.

“Yes?” she asked, her voice shaking. “Give me a minute, I will be out in a sec!”

She heard Daniel’s voice. “You okay in there? Did the beer make you sick?”

Ashley looked up at Mike, “Now what?!” she whispered, still trying to recover. She watched as Mike’s face turned into a devious smile. She couldn’t read what he was thinking, she felt like her mind was moving fast, but everything around her was so slow. She wasn’t thinking straight, all she wanted was to be touched. She then realized she had been chewing on her bottom lip rather intensely.

“Okay, what do we do and do you have gum?” She was worried, but she didn’t have the same anxiety she usually felt wash over her. No, the alcohol was doing the trick. She didn’t wait for Mike to answer, “Okay, and also, what kind of beer was that??” she whispered.

“She’s fine!” Mike called out, “I was just checking on her. But she may need to lay down for a bit.” He winked at her, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of Juicy Fruit gum. “Here ya go,” he said, slipping a strip into her hand. “If you need to lie down for a bit, my room is the second door on the right upstairs,” he said, giving her a devious wink that promised so much more. He smirked then. “And that was a very special kind of beer…” he said. “If you like it, I’ve got more…”.

And then before she had an opportunity to respond, he was opening the door. Daniel was standing there, looking worried. “I was about to take a shower and I found her in here,” he explained to his brother, who shrugged, looking at Ashley with concern in his eyes.

“You okay? You shouldn’t drink so fast.”

Ashley smiled cheerfully, “Thanks, Daniel. I am fine and you’re right, I should definitely not drink so fast.” She had to really concentrate in order to overcome the overwhelming desire to not only keep talking, but to keep from absent mindedly touching Mike--or herself.

“You’re brother offered his bed for me to rest in while he showers. I think he said something about pizza? I will probably feel better when I get something inside of me.”

Daniel, though hesitant, seemed satisfied and turned to walk away. As he did, Ashley couldn’t help but put her hands over her face and sigh.

When he was finally out of the bathroom, she looked back to Mike, “I guess I probably better lay down.” she said naively. “Can you show me where before you get in the shower? I know this sounds stupid, but I don’t think I could find my way out of a wet paper bag right now.” she looked down at the floor, clearly ashamed of herself.

How had this happened? She felt so amazing, but she knew she was making an idiot out of herself in front of Mike. She slowly dragged her hands down the sides of her face and enjoyed the sensation. What was WRONG with her?

“Please?” she said, now avoiding eye contact.

OOc: this post written together enjoy





“Of course,” Mike replied, placing his hand on her lower back and rubbing her there, letting her feel his presence. He guided her down the hallway to the stairs, and helped her find her balance on the steps as they ascended. He opened the door to his room.

They were alone now. The boys could be heard downstairs, involved in their game. Mike definitely needed a shower… he knew she would enjoy him more if he was fresh and clean, but, he was reluctant to leave her quite yet.

His room, for once, was clean, the bed made, everything nice and neat. That was really only because he had been gone away at college and his mom had made sure it was all picked up.

“So… you feelin’ pretty good, huh?” he asked her then, as he shut the door behind them.

Ashley smiled widely, “Yes!” she chirped. Without thinking she allowed herself to free-fall onto his bed, her arms wide. “Oh. My. God. Your bed feels AMAZing. How did you get it so soft?!” She squealed.

Mike smirked. “Thank my mom, I guess. She had the place all nice for me to come home for Spring Break,” he explained, stepping towards her. Within a moment, he was standing over her, smiling, and then bending over her, resting his hands on the bed on either side of her.

He hadn’t bothered to turn the lights on.

Her breath got stuck on her throat the moment she felt the heat of his body near her again. Her heart started racing again.

Ashley stared up into Mike’s eyes and bite her lower lip out of habit. She just wanted to touch him, to be close to him.

“Why are you so far away?” She giggled shyly.

She could smell him. All of her senses seemed heightened. Was that a normal effect of alcohol? He smelled musky, masculine, intoxicating. She wanted to taste his skin again. She wanted his hands all over every inch of her body. She had never had anyone make her feel this way before.

Mike was rapidly forgetting about the shower. He leaned down closer to her, and kissed her again.

“Is that better?” he asked as he pulled away, his face mere inches from hers. His lips descended on her neck then, and he kissed down to her shoulder and back up as he sunk to his knees next to the bed. His hands slid down her body to her thighs, and he spread her legs to get closer to her as his lips moved ever lower across her chest, dangerously close to the swell of her impressive breasts.

“Oh, God,” she whispered as his hands slid down her body. She arched her back as he spread open her legs, her hips moving in sync with her desires, wanting more than just his hands between her thighs.

Who was she?! This was not her. This was someone else. Who had he brought out in her? Oh, she didn't care, she let it all go. “Please,” again, the whispered song of her lust, “more…”

His hands slid up her body, finding her breasts again, easing her shirt up so that his face could nestle between her abundant cleavage, his lips and tongue now all over her skin. He was rapidly growing hard in his shorts as he kissed her breasts. A moment later his lips were gliding down even further though, across her belly, and his hands roamed towards her hips, and he started unfastening the button on her tight jeans.

His skilled hands popped the button loose with ease, and he quickly found the zipper and tugged it down. Before she knew it, his fingers were under the waistband, tugging to get her tight jeans down around her full derriere on the bed.

Ashley had never been in anything less than a one-piece bathing suit in front of a man, much less naked, and she was quickly on her way. She didn't care, all she could think about was how amazing the sensation of his hand on her felt. Every touch of his hand elicited an oral and physical response from her--wholly involuntary.

She had never felt so out of control before, her body was aching for him in a way she had never felt before. She felt the heat between her legs, her pantries were soaked and she knew it, all she cared about was getting them off, but all at once, Mike broke their embrace.

He knew exactly how hot and bothered he had her. It was amazing just to see her, but he was curious what she would do, in her current state, if left alone and given a bit of privacy.

“I’m gonna take that shower, and then I’ll be back for you,” he said, giving her a playful wink before standing up and stepping away from her. With that, he left the room, shutting the door behind him, leaving her in the dark as he went back downstairs to clean himself up.

She couldn't believe he left her like that (Tommy, is her shirt still on or just her panties i dont think he actually got any of her clothes off her?), in that state. The world around her was swelling. Her heartbeat was the rhythm of the gyration of (I hate that word) her hips against the bed. Mike was long gone, but she still felt his touch on her skin.

Ashley closed her eyes and imagined her hands and fingers were his. She had never touched herself before, not in THAT way, but she couldn't help it. The feeling was completely new and completely amazing.

She grabbed her breast and kneaded gently. She realized then that she was more than a handful. She slowly moved her hands down her body, the way Mike had in the bathroom. Biting her lip again she allowed her fingertips to dance along the waist of her panties.

Should she?

Fuck it, she said to herself and she let her fingers slide to her unshaven slit. She was almost surprised by what she found. She was soaking. Without hesitation she brought her fingers to her lips, what did she taste like?

Sweet. So sweet, she wanted to see how wet she could make herself. She slid her hand back down over her stomach and to her clit, hesitating there for a moment. Simply a gentle touch sent waves of pleasure over her body.

She couldn't stop, she didn't care, she wasn't ashamed, she wanted more. Nothing had ever been inside of her, but she wondered what if felt like...maybe just...one finger? That wouldn't be bad, right? She thought to herself.

She didn't give her conscience a chance to respond and slipped her middle finger inside of herself. She moaned loudly, her hips meeting the thrust of her hand.

Amazing. The sensation sent tingles up her spine. More. She wanted more. She slowly pulled out and again tasted herself. Allowing herself to pretend her own fingers were Mike’s. God, she was out of control. She slowly put her middle finger back inside of herself and brought her second hand inside of her panties as well.

Her clit, that's where her second hand belonged. She let her index and middle fingers grasp at it and roll it between them. She wasn't quiet. She didn't care. Between the sensation of something inside of her and the sensation on her swollen clit, she was trembling. Her whole body was taken over by carnal urges.

She couldn't stop, she wouldn't. She went faster, harder, deeper until suddenly a wave of pleasure so intense washed over her, she had to roll over and moan into the mattress.

She laid there. Just as he had left her, but a changed girl no less.

She had just had her first orgasm.

And that’s when she realized the door was open

OCC: Again, written together.

Mike had taken what was probably one of the fastest, most efficient showers of his life. He was entirely too eager to get back to her, his mind running rampant, a very good idea of just what she was doing in his bed filling his imagination. He got out, dried off, and slipped on just a pair of gym shorts, and practically bolted back up to his room. His brother and friends were occupied with their gaming.

Silently, he opened the door to his room, and saw Ashley there, fingering herself to orgasm, completely lost in it, and he just watched, his cock rapidly stiffening in his shorts. He watched her buck and writhe in his bed as she came, and it was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. He knew he was responsible for putting her in such a state. He smirked as he began to approach her.

Ashley audibly gasped, but she was in such a state of pleasure, she didn't care. She watched the shadow walk into the room and indulged in the scent of soap that followed him.

He came straight to the bed, grabbing her jeans and peeling them off her. Her shirt was still up over her tits, and he grabbed that too, yanking it up and over her head.

His hands were aggressive, hungry, groping at her after he tossed her clothes aside. He knew she was ready for him. She had just cum in his bed.

Ashley was startled by how aggressive Mike had become. Had he seen her? She didn’t have time to think about it because before she could even resist or protest his advances, he had her jeans and shirt off. She was still trying to recover from the linger sensation of her first orgasm and Mike’s ravenous assault of her nearly naked body.

She couldn’t help but feel slightly uncomfortable. She had never been so wet, so aroused before--even her nipples were hard. She couldn’t think clearly. Was he going to try and have sex with her? She wanted to tell him to stop, that she wasn’t ready, but the overwhelming sensations crashing over her body due to the alcohol were clouding her judgment.

Ashley tried to speak up, but the only noises that came out of her mouth were ones of obvious pleasure.

His mouth found hers, his kiss hungry, his tongue rolling over hers as he pushed her down onto her back on the bed. He was climbing on top of her. His knees pushed her legs apart, and their crotches met at last, his hardness rubbing against her mound.

She couldn’t breath. His kissing was relentless and carnal. She was completely intoxicated off of his lips alone and lost inside of his skin against hers. She could hardly contain herself when he spread her legs, exposing her. She wanted again to cry out for him to stop, she wanted her first time to be with someone she loved, someone she wanted to marry, but his mouth locked on hers prevented any objection.

It was all Ashley could do to keep from another orgasm when his body was pressed firmly against her crotch. Only thin fabric separated her from him and she finally gave in--grasping at him, pulling his to her, meeting his tongue with the same fervor and lust he was dominating her with.

He broke the kiss and pushed himself up off her, his hands sliding firmly down her body to her hips. He hooked his thumbs under her panties at the sides, and with one swift motion, tugged them down her ass and up her legs, pulling her long smooth legs up with his hands before tossing the panties away.

He looked at her deviously, still holding her legs up at his chest, before rolling them both off to the side, rolling her onto her side in the process, granting him easier access to unhook her bra and set her full tits free. He was getting greedy, hungry, for her, hurrying now as he peeled the lacey garment down her arms and away from her body, and it joined her other clothes on the floor.

When he finally released her and pulled away from her, Ashley tried her best to catch her breath and regain her composure. The feeling of her panties being dragged down her legs and off of her was pleasurable in and of itself. Her skin was soft and pale, the panties felt like flower petals against her skin.

It was when he finally broke eye contact, when he rolled her to the side, that she caught herself and realized what what happening. She was about to speak up when she felt the familiar release of her bulbous chest from its restraints. She relished again in the feeling of the straps running down her arms, but it was the sound of her bra hitting the floor that again brought her back.

“Wait.” she managed to choke out, “wait, please…” her breathing was labored.

“I don’t think I am ready for this. I think that beer is making me loopy or something. I am not like this,” she whimpered, visibly about to fall apart.

She sighed, rolled to her back and sat up on her elbows. Her hair was all around her, she looked disheveled, crimson almost. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I can do this. It feels really, really good, but I am saving myself…”

OOC: together again


Ashley’s mind was racing. Shame was setting in. What would her father say? What would her pastor say? She was being a disgrace, she didn’t even KNOW Mike. She could hear the chiding words of her father now, “God dammit, Ashley. I knew you would end up like your mother. You’re a fucking WHORE, just like she was.” She imagined the slur of this reprimand after his usual six-pack.

Ashley looked at Mike, back in reality, why hadn’t he said anything? His (let me know if this is not okay) chest was heaving in the same way hers was. Was he just trying to catch his breath? No, there was something off. She couldn’t see him very well in the darkness of his room, but she could feel him. She felt his eyes on her. They felt angry.

Mike let out a little growl as his hands grasped at Ashley’s hips, and he pulled her down the bed towards him. “Shh,” he said, his lips descending on her neck again.

His lips melted onto her skin like butter, she didn’t want him to stop, but she couldn’t… not like this. “Mike,” she gently pushed at his chest, “We only just met, I mean it… I don’t think I feel well.” Fear suddenly welling up inside of her.

Mike pushed himself up and off her. He looked down at her gloriously naked body, and he thought about the drugs that he knew were running rampant through her system. Her heavy tits were swelling with every breath she took, and that sight alone caused his cock to throb visibly in his shorts.

“You just told me you felt amazing” he said, practically sneering the last word, the sarcasm cutting.

Mike’s words not only startled her, they stung. It HAD felt amazing. She did want more, she just knew she shouldn’t. It was WRONG of her to feel this way, for her body to be reacting the way it was. She had given herself an orgasm in Daniel’s house for crying out loud. What was she thinking?

She didn’t know how to respond. Tears welled up in her eyes and she looked up at him. She didn’t know what he would do, but she didn’t want to say no again. She didn’t say anything.

Instead, she closed her eyes and let herself fall back onto the bed. His hands were on her hips again. He leaned down over her. “Life’s too short to wait to enjoy it,” he whispered in her ear, his hand travelling up her body, his touch sending waves of tingles through her. “Are you enjoying this?” he asked, his tone different now, soft as his lips fell on her shoulder and started slowly teasing down towards the swell of her breasts.

His other hand, on her hip, slid down to her thigh, his touch firm but gentle as he eased his thigh between her legs.

She didn’t want to enjoy his touch, she wanted to hate him. He had to know she didn’t really want this… She didn’t really want this, right? It didn’t matter, the second his lips were on her skin again she was his. She wouldn’t fight him, just as she didn’t fight the tears she felt running softly down her cheeks. Just a couple.

The closer he got to her chest, the further she drifted into his world. She let out a soft gasp as his lips reached her nipple. He was gentle, sweet almost, but she felt the urgency building in him again. His gentle kisses on her pert nipple turned into gentle nibbles and she almost cried out, and then his tongue flickered over her stiffening bud. She had never felt anything like that before.

His thigh pressed right up against her crotch. His hand on her thigh rolled around to her butt, pushing her onto him, getting her copious wetness from her pussy on his mesh gym shorts, and he made sure to meet that pressure with firm resistance from his thigh.

He had her. He could tell by the way she moaned. His mouth descended upon her other nipple, and his hand squeezed at her tits, and then his mouth was sliding down, down her belly, kissing her all the way, as he pulled his thigh away from her crotch. He slid down the bed as he kissed along her belly, his hands roaming freely across her body before spreading her legs wide, and that’s when his experienced lips grazed over her clit...