Ethan
Breakfast is fucking amazing. Holy fuck. Ashley is a food god. Goddess? Who the fuck knows. She's amazing, that's all. Kind of fucking obvious if you ask me, but who knows?
She's smart. Responsive as fuck. Curious and interested in sex? Yes! Fuck yes. And she's cute. Intelligent, which is different from being smart. Could work on some of her street smarts, but whatever. That's what I'm here for, right? I'll handle that shit for her, and deal with stupid punks like Johnny, too.
She's fun to hang out with, too. And really fucking cuddly. I don't like that, alright? I'm not a cuddler. I'll hold a girl a little after sex so she doesn't think I'm a completely emotionless bastard, but that's about it. Enough to get the job done, then I move on.
I want to fucking cuddle the fuck out of this girl even though we're not going to have sex. No sex? None! All fucking day. And...
Holy shit, there's something seriously wrong with me.
Yeah, well, who cares? It's just a week. I'll fix myself after that. Get back into my zone. It'll work. Don't worry about it. You worry about you, I'll worry about me. Good, glad we got that straight.
"It's really nice out today, huh?" she says after we finish eating and we're cleaning up our mess. Yeah, there's a dishwasher, but it's kind of fun cleaning and drying the dishes ourselves. Makes you feel accomplished, you know?
"Yeah. Great day." It is. Sunny as fuck.
"Do you want to go swimming?" she asks.
"I didn't think you liked swimming?" I say.
"I do, but I feel weird sometimes."
"What the fuck, why?"
"It's stupid," she says.
"It's not stupid," I say. "You can tell me."
"I'm kind of um... I know I'm not fat, but..."
"Look, Princess, you're not even close to fat."
"I'm not very athletic, though! Also I think my breasts are kind of small, don't you?"
"Are you on drugs?" Is she being serious? Yeah, they aren't huge or anything, but who the fuck wants huge breasts? I want enough to squeeze in my hands and have some fun with, but anything more isn't necessary. Ashley's got plenty.
I don't think she believes me, though. She rolls her eyes and slaps my shoulder. "You're just saying that because you want to seduce me."
"You're damn right I want to seduce you, but, nah, Princess, you're hot. You've got curves in all the right places, and, yeah, maybe you don't have girl abs or anything, but I love your stomach. And you're shaved pussy. You've got a great ass, too. And you know what? Your breasts are amazing. Maybe they aren't grossly overlarge or some shit, but I could still titfuck you pretty damn easily."
"Is this how you sweet talk all the girls?" she asks me, giggling. "You're going to have to be a little more romantic for that to work on me."
"You want romantic?" I ask, grabbing her sides. I squeeze her tight, tickling her. "I'll give you romantic, Princess. Your breasts are so nice I want to lay you down in my bed, romantically, and then straddle your stomach and thrust my cock in between your beautiful mountains and valleys while I pinch your peaked nipples of perfection."
She laughs and giggles and squirms as I tickle and tease her. This is fun. Playful as fuck, and she's cute when she smiles. Gorgeous, really. I could get used to this.
Don't get the wrong idea. I'm just saying I could.
I ease up and let her catch her breath when she starts gasping for air after laughing too hard.
"Just because--" she says, but she stops to take another breath. "Just because you say something is romantic doesn't make it romantic, Ethan. Also, your poetic purple prose is stupid. You're not going to win any poetry contests with that. I'm giving you negative points for it, too."
"Shit," I say, pretending to be seriously disappointed. Does my smile give me away? Yeah, probably. "Negative points sucks."
"It's alright," she says. "You had a lot of bonus points from yesterday, so you're still in the lead."
"Wait, who else is in this game? How much of a lead do I have?"
"Well, no one else yet, but you never know, right?"
"Shit. I need more points. How do I get more points, Princess?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yeah. Tell me. I'll do it, whatever it is."
She tells me. Yeah, she fucking tells me. Holy shit, Ashley is a freak. This is going to be fun.