Ethan
Holy fuck, this pussy is gold.
When Ashley comes home I'm ready. I don't plan on fucking around with this. I feel like I need to make up for lost time, even though I never expected to be doing this in the first place. You know who she is? She's Ashley "Good Girl" Banks. Little Miss Perfect. A Goddamn Fucking Princess.
Basically what I'm saying is she shouldn't end up in bed with a guy like me. I'm not good. Yeah, I do alright sometimes. I can't say I'm the worst ever. I don't expect to join some biker gang or go to jail any time soon, so I guess I have that going for me, but I'm not the kind of guy who has relationships. I don't do feelings. There's no falling in love. Everything with me is a lot more primal and basic.
We're going to fuck. Hard. No condoms. Rule number eight. Shit, I love rule number eight.
Let me take a step back for a second and say that I only like rule number eight because it's with Ashley. I understand the importance of protection. I've never even had the urge to fuck around with that shit. The girls I'm usually with are... alright, they're nice girls, don't get me wrong, but I don't trust them.
Ashley's different. Don't take that the wrong way. I'm not going to explain any of this to you. It doesn't matter. It's not just her, but it's what I want to do to her, and what I want to show to her, too.
Sex with condoms isn't horrible or anything. It's fine. Yeah, it feels fucking amazing without them, and that's the point. Doesn't just feel nicer for me, but it's going to feel nicer for her, too. And I want her to remember that.
The next time she has some guy's cock deep inside her, I want her to know what she can look forward to. What she can expect in a good relationship. Something nice, something long term, where they're committed and they don't have to use condoms anymore, and they can seriously just fucking enjoy each other to the fullest, and...
Nevermind. I take that back. I don't want to think about this shit. Don't get me wrong, I do want her to understand what pure ecstasy is like, but after me she probably won't. No offense to all the other men in the world, but I'm Ethan Colton, and you just can't compete. That's how it is. Sorry fellas.
Anyways, this is done. I'm through. Ashley walks in the door and good fucking thing Julia isn't with her, because I've been waiting all day for this shit. I grab her, caveman-style, and drag her to the game room. Nice place, great room. It's got a pool table in the center, with darts off to the side, a TV for watching sports, a couch, card table area. Big room.
My dad and I used to play pool and watch football on the weekends. Sometimes we'd order takeout, or make nachos, and once we were done goofing off, we'd chill on the couch, just sit back. I remember falling asleep more than once, waking up with a blanket over me, my dad sleeping on the floor beneath me, giving me the couch to myself.
That was before. He got busy later, and I still watched football and screwed around, but it was just me at home, sometimes with a babysitter or whatever the fuck you want to call them, adult supervision. I don't know what happened, but things changed.
Oh well, it happens, right? That's life.
Yeah, so, Ashley and I are going in the pool room, but there's no games happening now. Not that kind, at least. I'll play some games with her, alright, but we're both going to be winners here. Lots and lots of fun.
"Ethan!" she shrieks, but I can tell she's into it. Laughing, giggling, squirming side to side. Fuck, the way she moves makes me hard. I want her to shriek and scream and squirm like that with my cock deep inside her. Say my fucking name, Princess.
"You're mine now," I say, grinning.
"What are you doing?" she says. Still shrieking.
I gently, carefully, forcefully, roughly (some combination of those, who knows?) toss her onto the pool table. She lands on her back, arms flailing, legs splayed out.
"You need to get these off of you," I say. "Now."
I grab her skirt and pull. It's still tight around her waist, but do you think I care? Nah. I keep pulling, stretching it, forcing it down her hips. She finally gets the memo, realizes what's up, and starts to undo it so I can get it off of her without ripping it. Good fucking riddance. Goodbye skirt. Hello Ashley's gorgeous fucking pussy.
This girl is a freak. Absolute freak. I know she had panties on earlier. Where'd they go? I don't know, but they aren't there now.
Glistening like pure gold, shiny and wet, I just stare at the beautiful work of art in front of me. She fidgets, stuck between being shy and wanting to show off for me. Her legs slip apart slightly, giving me a little show, then she clamps them shut again, hiding. Fuck, it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
I'm hard. I was hard before, but my erection has an erection right now, if you catch my drift. Maybe more than one. I keep my pants on, though. This isn't about that. Down boy, you'll get your turn later. I've got things to show this girl that just can't wait.
"You remember what I said before?" I ask her. "About what I asked you?"
She glances up at me and bites her lower lip, then nods. "Mhm."
"I need to be straight with you, Ashley. I want to bury my tongue inside your pussy and eat you out until you're cumming so hard that you scream my name and you're so loud that the neighbors call the cops."
"Ethan," she says, coy, confused, and cute; some of my favorite C words right there. "The nearest neighbors are a mile away. I don't think--"
"Exactly," I say. "You're not thinking. Think a little harder, Princess. Which is it? You don't think they'll hear you, or you don't think I can do a good enough job to make you scream loud enough so that they'll hear you. Answer wisely."
Her eyes widen. Shit, she's beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. I love her eyes. I love the way her lip curls a little, the way it is now, and then she opens her mouth slightly, shocked. I want to kiss her. Yeah, you know what?
I have a week. My week. Our week. I'll do what I want.
I prowl onto the table above her, pressing hard against her. My hips grind against her, my pants-covered cock pressing against her bare pussy. Then my lips. On hers. Hard.
I kiss her. This is love. Temporary, yeah. I guess you could call it lust, and that's a fine word, but I think temporary love is nicer. Poetic, you know? Ephemeral and fleeting, like a midsummer night's dream. Shakespeare was quite the cunning linguist, don't you think? I'm gonna be something like that with Ashley, and I want her to know it.
My tongue tastes hers, her mouth, her lips. I love the taste of her. She's sweet and innocent, like ripe peaches. I back off to see what she does, but she doesn't let me go. Her hands wrap around my neck, pulling me back to her. Yeah, that's it. Good girl...
She closes her eyes and savors everything. I do the same, but different. I move, my body pressing and grinding against hers. I want to see how she'll react. I want to see what she does. I thrust my hips forward, digging my cock against her pussy, rubbing up towards her clit, then further up along her pubis. She follows my every move, lifting her hips, trying to match my moves with ones of her own.
Fucking beautiful. She's really good at this for someone who doesn't have a lot of experience. It's a simple sort of passion, though. Personally, I think that's the best kind. It's not fake or intentionally harsh, it's just natural and perfect. I move, she moves, and that's that. We don't have to get too crazy here, we just need to be on the same wavelength.
Get on my level, Princess. I'll take you to a place you've never been before, one you can't even imagine...
I stretch my hand down and tease it up her side. She's still got her tanktop on, but I like that. Shirts are great. They're fun to lift, just so, pulling them up, keeping part of her covered while I reveal the rest. Her bare, silken skin tightens at my touch as she shifts and moves, fighting between squirming away and moving in close. More, I pull it up, then I slip my hand underneath, moving towards her breast.
She took her panties off sometime after she left, but she's still got her bra on. Good. I don't want anyone else seeing these. I don't care if she has a shirt on. They're mine. No one should even ever get a glimpse of her pert, hard nipples, cloth-covered or not. I move in for the kill, cupping her breast in my palm, squeezing her nipple between my fingers. To test her, for good measure, I squeeze harder than I should.
She opens her mouth to say something, or to let out a pained gasp, and then she does the most sexy as fuck thing I can think of.
Little Miss Perfect bites me. My lip. Hard, but not hard enough to break the skin. Just enough to let me know what's going on, what she's doing. I don't even know if she does it on purpose or not. I squeeze her nipple harder, intoxicated by this sudden turn of events, and she moves her hands from behind my neck to my back, digging her fingernails into my shirt and my skin, clawing at me.
Fuck, yes, this is amazing.
I almost do it. I almost let her go, rip my pants off, and bury my erection inside of her without any more thought to it than that. I fucking need her pussy like I need my own heart to keep beating. I'm going to die without it. I can't keep living. I swear to God it's impossible.
Sometimes it's fun to hold your breath, though. You ever try that? Just go in the pool, go underwater, see how long you can hold your breath? It's a test, a game, and it's somewhat of a calculated risk. It's fun to see how much you can take before you break and come up to the surface, though.
This is like that. I want to see how much I can take before I give in. I want to see how much she can take before she begs me to fuck her.
I sneak away from our kiss, even though she's doing everything she can to keep me there. Her lips pout and beg, kissing at air, trying to bring me back to her. Not today, Princess. Or, not yet, at least.
"We're going to play a game," I tell her.
"Ethan," she says, whimpering, batting her eyelashes at me. Yeah, fuck, she just batted her eyelashes at me. I'm going to die. "I don't want to play pool. I want you to make love to me."
Make love? Yeah, I don't know, maybe that's what we'll do. Sometime. Not now. I can be gentle when I want, when the mood suits the situation. Right now I want to be rough, though. Right now I want to fucking manhandle this girl, devour her pussy, and make her cum harder than any girl has a right to cum.
"Not that kind of game, Princess," I say, smiling. I kiss her quick, but pull back fast enough that she can't catch me and keep me there. "I'll kiss you again, don't worry. A little lower. You stay here, don't even worry about it, alright?"
"Lower?" she says, confused. Then it dawns on her and her eyes open wide.
God, I could drown in her eyes. They're the color of a dark, golden brown sunset just after dusk when the sky turns black, complete with a faint twinkle of starlight shining through.
I catch myself staring at her too long. I don't know what happened there.
"One of us is going to crack," I tell her. "I'll be down here--" As if she didn't already realize, I reach down and pat lightly against her pussy, letting her know exactly where I'll be. "And I'll be doing my best to make sure you're the one who breaks. You just tell me when, but don't go half-assed with this. I won't come up until you're begging and pleading with me to fuck you."
"What about you?" she asks, almost innocent, sweet as fuck. "What if you break first?"
"You think I'm going to be the one who breaks? You don't have a high opinion of me, do you, Princess?"
She smiles, shy, and turns away. "No, I... I was just wondering, that's all."
"It's fine," I say, kissing her cheek. "You want to know a secret?"
She nods, fast. "What is it?"
"You just might be the girl who gets me to break first."
Why? Why did I say that? I don't know. I can't fucking tell you. Shit, how fucking cheesy was that? I need to redeem myself.
Unfortunately, it's true. I'm fine. I can usually contain myself. I can do what I need to do, get the job done, and then take my own pleasure later. For some reason, Ashley does things to me, though. I can't stop thinking about her. Everything. All of her. I can't stop thinking about how fucking amazing it felt when my cock was deep inside of her, when she was cumming, pulling me in, her wet arousal coating my shaft. I can't stop remembering how fucking good she felt, how amazing it was to slam into her, balls deep, and fill her with my seed.
It's the condoms, I bet. Or lack thereof. That's what has me strung up and on edge. Makes sense, right?
Yeah, that's what I'm going with. That's what it's got to be.
I'm not sure. I don't think it is. Don't fuck with me on this, though. I don't have time for your shit.
She's beaming. Bright as fuck, smiling like the sun, gazing at me with lust and adoration. There's another word for that, but I don't know what it is. Figure it out yourself. I'm busy here.
"If I break, it's because I can't handle it anymore," I tell her. "It's because you're screaming and writhing and moaning on this table and it'll be the most erotic and sexual thing I've ever seen, and I just can't handle it anymore. At which point I'll come up, sheath my cock deep inside your pussy, and find out just what the fuss is all about, baby girl."
"Princess," she says.
"You want me to call you Princess?" I ask. "I thought you hated it?"
"I thought..." She hesitates. What's going through that beautiful little mind of hers? I want to know. "I always thought you were making fun of me. It sounds like you are."
I smirk. "Nah, I'd never make fun of you, Princess."
That does it. Good. We're back on track now.
She rolls her eyes at me, but she smiles, too. "Now I know you're lying. You've made fun of me ever since we met in the second grade. I don't know if you know this, but everyone says you're not a very nice person, Ethan Colton."
"Oh yeah? What do you say?" I ask.
"Do you want to know something?" she asks.
"Yeah," I say. "I do. Tell me."
"I used to think... well, my mom told me that whole thing where little boys tease and make fun of little girls they like. She said it was their way of getting the girl's attention."
"You thought I was trying to get your attention?" I ask, grinning. This is genuinely amusing to me. Huh.
"Maybe," she says. "A little. But... that was then. I know you better now."
"You do, do you?" I ask.
"Ethan, I like this," she says. "I do. I really like this. It's a little strange, and maybe it's wrong, but I... I like this. You know, with you? Um..."
"But you're scared," I say. I know what she's thinking. I know what she wants to say. "Because of what I do."
"Yes," she says.
"I don't want to be a jerk," I tell her. "You know that, right? It's not like I want to hurt anyone. This is just who I am. I'm a selfish prick."
She laughs a little, but looks away. Why am I saying this shit to her?
"Ashley, I do like you," I say. I take her chin in my hand and tilt her head back so I can kiss her. "Listen, I don't want to hurt you. That's why we're doing it like this, alright? That's why we've got these rules. It's so you know beforehand, so I won't hurt you."
"Will we still be friends after?" she asks me.
Wh... uh. What? Where the fuck did that come from?
The look on my face must give me away, because she adds, "Friends with benefits, right? But after um... the benefits are gone, can we... I know we aren't really friends. I mean, I don't know if you ever thought of me as one, and I never really thought of you as one, and we've never really hung out except for at home with Mom and Dad, so..."
"You want to be friends?" I ask her. "After," I add, "because, seriously, I want to fuck the shit out of you right now."
"Real romantic, Ethan!" she says, laughing and slapping at my shoulder.
There's something going on. It hurts, and I don't know what it is. It's just everything. I can't stop staring at her, can't stop thinking about the way she feels beneath me, can't stop thinking about how hard she makes me, can't stop thinking about...
I don't have these conversations with girls. Ever. They try to have them with me, but I don't have them with them. I grunt. I push it off. Later. Or I leave. I tell them I have shit to do. Bye. I'll text you sometime.
I don't know why I'm having this conversation with Ashley. Little Miss Perfect. Goodie two shoes. It's just...
"Yeah, we can be friends," I say.
"Good," she says. "Now when does this game start?"
"Oh, you want to start, do you? Not sure why you're in a rush to lose, Princess."
"I'm not going to lose!" she says, shaking her head, fast.
"You don't think so?"
"Nuh uh."
"Let's just fucking see about that..."