All About Ashton Pt. 03

All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.

Kyle

Kyle

Exactly a week had passed since Ashton appeared at my mudroom door in her short white dress and cowboy boots looking irresistible. It turns out that she was just that. Minutes after she rang the doorbell, she led me to my bed. Moments after that, I lifted the pristine white dress off her torso and revealed the perfectness that lay underneath. We faced each other kneeling, our knees touching, on my bed. What followed was the most sensual, erotic, and passionate experience of my life. The 18 year-old daughter of my long time friend, Krista, rocked my world that late summer day. I could never have imagined what would happen next.....

I spent the evening after Ashton left trying to wash my brain of the events from earlier that day, Shame and guilt washed over me as the simple fact that I just had sex with Ashton racked my psyche. There was one certainty: Krista would hang me--or worse if she found out. She would never, ever forgive me. They would probably move, or they would make the neighborhood so uncomfortable for me that I would move--painting me as a predator of sorts, even though Ashton was above the age of consent, of course.

I say "they" thinking that Ashton would be on board with my prompt lynching or exile, whatever sentence was decided for me. I took brief solace in knowing that Ashton seduced me, not the other way around. I did look at her differently after seeing that gorgeous, sexy photo of her, but I wouldneverhave acted on those feelings. But I did.

My resistance proved futile as I succumbed to her advances. I should have behaved appropriately as the older, middle aged adult who, in theory, possessed a higher level of power over basic instincts than a hormone-laced teenager. It was this "power" that would quench the desirous fires of this young woman. Instead of providing her the denial she had coming from an older adult "role model," in an instant, she transformed from the daughter of my friend to my lover.

I did not have Ashton's phone number, and she did not have mine. This was good. If I called or texted her, that would just create a permanent documentation of our communications. And it's not like I even knew what I would text her anyway. Do I apologize? Do I ask if she's ok? She seemed ok--more than ok--when she left. The soft glow of her skin was warm and inviting as she walked down my driveway and went off to her photo shoot.

Did Krista think she looked different when she saw her that night? Could she tell that she just had sex?! With me?! Now I was getting carried away.

I didn't see Ashton or her mom at all that week. Krista didn't text me, which made me concerned. Maybe she did know? Fuck! I decided to text her:

"Hey, how did the photo shoot go? A success I hope?"

I waited for what seemed like an hour before I saw "..." appear on my screen. It was actually only about 30 seconds before I received Krista's reply:

"Yes! Sorry I didn't follow up. Ashton looked beautiful, and the dress was wrinkle free, thanks to you!" She added a smiley face emoji at the end.

If she only knew what happened to that dress, or its wearer, just before those pictures were taken. I let out a sigh of relief. Our secret was safe...for now at least.

I replied back quickly: "I'm so glad. Crisis averted!"

Krista replied: "Yes! Thank you!" with a red heart at the end.

What followed was the picture of Ashton that started it all. Well, it was the re-shot picture from that night. The pose was the same. She was looking over her shoulder with her knee kicked back, the cowboy boots gracing her calves, the dress flaring ever so slightly and revealing her mid to lower thighs. I melted. Her face seemed slightly more mature, more confident, in the updated picture. I knew why.

I closed my eyes and went back to the moment a week ago when I touched her for the first time. My hands first respected the hem of the white dress before reaching the point of no return and disappearing beneath the light cotton fabric. My erection surged as I pictured my fingers and palms gliding over her smooth thighs...

My phone buzzed and catapulted me back into reality. It was another text from Krista:

"Ashton is on her way over. She has your steamer. She's going to some country music concert with friends...Luke something or other....So she'll drop it off on her way out of the neighborhood."

Fuck! I tried desperately to abort her arrival, texting "No worries. You can drop it off anytime. I don't want to delay her evening with friends. Parking at concerts can be crazy. I will save her a few minutes."

I was hoping that my reasoning would sink in and that she would be detoured straight to her concert. The next text from Krista proved otherwise:

"Nope. She insists. She said she wants to thank you personally for lending us the steamer. She'll be right over!"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I'll greet her at the door, take the steamer, say "You're welcome," and close the door. Good plan, I told myself.

Moments later, the doorbell to my mudroom rang. My heart sank to the basement.

I walked into the mudroom, opened the door, and came face to face with Ashton for the first time in a week. She was wearing the cowboy boots--of course she was--she was on her way to a country music concert. She had on the cutest cowboy hat, a white tube top and cut off shorts that went to her upper thighs. The tendrils of denim

fell gracefully from the makeshift hem of the shorts and grazed her smooth thighs. Her blond hair cascaded over her tanned shoulders. I melted--again.

No words were necessary. I took her by the hand and pulled her into the house. I closed the mudroom door behind her. Taking hold of her hips, I pinned her firmly against the door and kissed her passionately. Our tongues explored each other's mouthes, leaving no surface untouched. We came up for air after about a minute. She bent her left knee and rested the sole of her boot against the door, bringing her golden thigh well within reach. In an instant, my hand was running effortlessly over its impossiblly smooth skin.

We kissed again and again, as if we were lovers separated by time and space up until this irresistible, delicious moment.

She broke our kiss and looked my in the eye. A devilish grin curled her lips. I knew what she was about to say, so I spoke up before she could.

"There is no concert, is there?" I asked, knowing full well the answer.

Her grin intensified and she chuckled.

"Nope. It was another lie concocted for my mom. First the steamer. Now this. Are you disappointed, Kyle?" Ashton asked.

I smiled back at her. "Ashton, I'm not." I put my forehead on hers and became entranced by the scent of her hair. At that moment, I made an observation. Ashton was more than a sassy late teen. She was bold, audacious and intrepid. If I were to keep her satisfied, I had to stop being coy with her. My air of timidness needed to evaporate and fast, only to be replaced by the confidence and assertion that she craved.

I would dominate her, pour every cell of my being into her, and erase any previous sexual partner from her memory. She would be mine.

There was a counter in the mudroom where a couple piles of clean, folded laundry rested. I cleared the counter of the laundry, articles of clothing falling to the cool tiled floor below. Then, picking up Ashton by her waist, I set her gently down on the now clear surface.

I slid her ass to the edge of the counter top and undid the button fly of her cutoffs as we kissed hard. Her musk wafted from her open fly and swirled around us. She reached down and her hands met my rigid shaft, straining against my shorts as it did one week ago.

"I saw your picture," I whispered in her right ear, my breath heavy and ragged, my teeth tugging at her earlobe. "Your mom sent it to me."

"What'd ya think?" she asked, starting to feast on the outer rim of my right ear.

"Gorgeous..fucking gorgeous." I started to place soft, wet kisses along the front of her neck, worshipping each millimeter of her skin.

I continued, "Your face, your face looked different in the new one....satisfied...confident." I paused my oral worship of her neck and looked at her.

"Confident? I wonder why?" she asked, a mischievous grin again curling her lips.

"I think I know why," I added.

"Did you know that your cum was running down my inner thigh as I posed for the picture, Kyle?"

I stopped in my tracks. Her tone was even, but slightly interrogatory.

"No, Ashton, I.....I did not." My erection began to deflate rapidly.

"I fucking love that you're in the picture, leaking from my pussy and trickling down my leg, and no one knows but us."

My erection surged. My desire reset. I closed the distance between us and pulled her close, her right ear millimeters from my lips. I spoke slowly and deliberately.

"You're going to come on my tongue. Then I'm going to come on yours."

I hooked my fingers around the belt loops of her cutoffs and slid them effortlessly down over her thighs. She brought her legs together as the denim made its final contact with her skin before they were cast to the floor, the perfect companion for my pile of laundry.

Ashton spread her legs wide, her sex on full display. Again, she was sans panties. I couldn't help but giggle as I asked her,

"Do you ever wear underwear?"

She smiled back, and never breaking eye contact, replied,

"Not when I come to your house, Kyle. They would just get in the way, right?"

"You're so right!" I wasted no time undressing the rest of her. I pulled the white sleeveless top over her just as a pulled the dress over her shoulders the week before, except I wasn't as careful with this article of clothing. Down it went to the floor with her cutoffs. She was now naked, save for her cowboy hat and boots, perched on the counter of my mudroom. She was the sexiest thing I could ever imaging.

I wanted nothing more than to devour her immediately, but I resolved to take my time--to take our time. I would continue to explore her with my lips and tongue, to tantalize her, to make her beg me to let her come.

My lips trailed from the front of her neck to her shoulders which sported a fresh crop of goosebumps as I periodically placed the softest of kisses along their tanned and toned contours. I then turned my attention to her breasts, which were small, barely a handful in fact, teardrop shaped and capped with light brown nipples and areolas. I kissed each of her peaks and felt her nipples harden between my lips and tongue. A low, deep sigh signaled her delight with the work my tongue.

Her abdomen came under my lips next, tracing the outline of sculpted musculature that formed an impressive but still outwardly feminine six pack. Her navel puckered slightly as my lips traced its circumference.

Her earthly musk became more alluring and powerful as my face neared her pussy. My nose grazed a short strip of stubble that trapped her scent and nearly made my lust for her boil over, but I remained steadfast, bypassing her sex for her inner thighs. I tasted and teased each one slowly, my lips traveling from just above her left knee to millimeters from her outer lips over the course of a few minutes, only to repeat the process on her opposite thigh.

By the time I made the same passage on her right thigh, her breath was disorganized and ragged. Expletives spewed forth between breaths caught in her throat. Eventually, I could make out faint pantings of "please...please" under her breath. It was time.

I placed a soft kiss on her swollen clit and let my lips linger there for a moment, my hot breath enveloping her most tender bead. I then abandoned her center and traced her outer lips followed by her inner lips slowly with my tongue. Her nectar ran free from her slit and, along with my saliva made her essence glisten in the waning light of the sunset that stretched its fingers through the mudroom window.

She had waited patiently for me to satisfy my curiosities. I looked up at her and in her eyes saw her need, her longing. I locked eyes with her as the tip of my tongue greeted her clit once again. Ashton's head fell back as she moaned "Fuuuuuuuuck!"

I steadied myself, knees planted on the floor, my hands wrapped around her thighs. My tongue lavished her while she grinded against my face. Her speach was a runon sentence of disorganized expletives mingled with the occasional outcry of my name. All if this was punctuated by frenetic panting as her climax built deep within her.

I relentlessly ate out Ashton until she came hard on my tongue, covering my face in her juices, her body falling limp on floor as endorphins bathed her brain. I gently guided her beautiful figure down. Her eyes fluttered open eventually. Her glow was unforgettable.

I carried her up to my bedroom. She disappeared under the covers and asked me to join her. This time, she did not have to coax me out of my clothes. By the time I stripped naked, Ashton was on her knees in the middle of the bed, just like she was the week before.

I faced her on my knees, the full length of our thighs and torsos in contact, my erection tense up against her lower abdomen.

Ashton wasted no time. Her lips made a course down my chest and abdomen. She looked up at me as her fingers barely grazed my shaft and balls. She tantalized me until pre-cum flowed freely from my tip. I couldn't take it anymore and she knew it.

She looked up at me as she took my tip into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my hood. I then saw my tip make its way under her left cheek as she deftly took the entirety of my length in.

I lost all inhibition, wanting nothing more than to fuck this beauty's face. The position we were in would make it awkward, so I took control.

"Kneel next to the bed, Ashton," I said.

She released my slick cock from her mouth and immediately complied, as if she knew what we were about to do.

I took her face in my hands, my palms resting just in front of her ears. She guided my glistening tip to her lips and waited. With the slightest forward pressure, my cock disappeared into her mouth. She tilted her head slightly as she took me in, inch by inch, shockwaves of pleasure coursed through me. In seconds, I was ensheathed inside her mouth. I began to slowly draw my erection out a couple inches and paused for a moment before she drew me back in. I held her head more firmly and continued my gentle thrusts, each time bringing more and more of my cock out before plunging into the depths of her pharynx.

We quickly found a rhythm, alternating between fucking her mouth and Ashton's head bobbing along my glistening length. The whole time her finger tips grazed my balls. Our pace intensified as she brought me closer and closer to the point of no return, moaning around my cock. I fucked her face, holding her head steady as repeatedly invaded her oral cavity. As I reached the precipice, I pulled my cock out and, holding the base, exploded. I hadn't come since I was with her a week ago, so there was going to be a deluge on sweet Ashton's face.

She smiled and looked up expectantly as ropes of ivory painted her forehead, brow, and cheeks.

I feel back on my calves and watched as my seed began to cascade down her cheeks. She stood up and kissed me deeply before leaving me breathless as she turned on my shower and stepped in to wash off.

She joined me in bed a few minutes later. We held each other, our limbs intertwined, not knowing where one ended and the other began. Before long, we were kissing again as our hands roamed, taking in all the subtleties of our bodies. Her body was warm and soft under my hands, just like it was the week before.

She pulled me onto her, the entire lengths of our bodies in contact. Ashton spread her legs wide, easing my lower body down between them. My tip slid over her mound and settled at her entrance. She tilited her pelvis upward slightly, quietly gasping as I slipped inside her. I allowed myself to gradually plunge her depths, closing my eyes to focus on the waves of unworldly pleasure her enveloping pussy was sending to my core.

She pushed her palms into my chest as I began to slowly fuck her. Our moans increased in frequency as we openly embraced our overflowing lust for each other. I took her hands from my chest and pinned them over her head. I fucked her steadily, my pace increasing, her hips rocking in step with mine.

Her torso rose off the bed, signalling her impending climax. I drove into her center relentlessly, sending her over the edge. I wrapped my arms around her as she came hard around my cock. Her body suddered as her breath caught in her throat and beads of sweat covered her beautiful figure.

My climax followed, sending more waves of my seed into sweet Ashton's pussy. I collapsed on her, our spent bodies intertwining once again.

The next morning, Ashton awoke early to sneak back to her house before Krista noticed. I watched her leave from my mudroom door in the same outfit that she greeted me in last night.

As she came down the steps and began to walk down the driveway, she looked back and me an smiled.

At that moment I knew one thing for certain: Ashton and I were just getting started.