It occurred to me in that instant that she was a class-A, certifiable, card carrying freak, the likes of which I’d never known.
She energetically left the room as I tumbled out of bed. I opened a dresser drawer to recover a pair of boxers. I put my hair up before moving to join her
Upon entering the kitchen, I found Ashley at the refrigerator, hand on wide-open door, bent over at the waist with her feet together (she must really love doing that), scanning my shelves.
“Where’s the cream cheese?” Apparently, she didn’t hear me enter, because it sounded as if she wanted me to hear her from the bedroom. “Nevermind.” She retrieved the cream cheese, sprang upright, and closed the refrigerator door. It was an absolute joy to watch her move.
When she spun around and saw me, she was somewhat startled. “Oh! There you are!” Then, significantly less enthusiastically, “Oh, you put on underwear.”
“Yup.” I confirmed her observation
Then she asked playfully, “Why’d you do that?”
I had been unprepared for that one. I paused for a moment before offering, “It seemed like the thing to do at the time?”
“But I like you naked. I think you should take them off.”
“I just put them on.” I wasn’t trying to be argumentative, I just didn’t see the big deal.
“Okay.” She took the cream cheese to the bagels already on the counter. “Oh! Do you have a computer? I want to see if Kim has sent me those pictures, yet.”
“Um, yeah,” as I began removing my underwear. “It’s in the living room.”
She turned to find me naked again. “Oh, yes. See? Now that’s much better. Here, I’ll take them for you.” She marched right up to me and stuck her hand out. I was more than happy to give her the offending garment she sought. “Thank you,” and she threw them blindly into the bedroom. As she passed me again, she stopped and pulled my face to hers in a loving kiss, holding it for several moments before releasing me and heading back to the bagels. I started getting hard again, already.
I sat down at the small breakfast table in the kitchen as she asked me how I like my bagel prepared. She served it to me exactly the way I described, then went back to fix her own.
As I was waiting for her, I asked, “When do you need me to take you home?”
She said, “I don’t. I might need you to drop me off at school on Tuesday morning, though”
I was confused. “Don’t you have school, tomorrow?”
“Nope. Long weekend. Teacher in-service day or something.” She continued. “I’m supposed to be staying with Kim all week until next Sunday. When do you work next?”
This conversation was really weird for me. I was used to circumventing work schedules in planning my time with a lover, not clandestine operations to smuggle teenagers back into the care of their parents. “Um… Tomorrow night,” finally remembering what day today was. “What about your clothes?”
“I’m gonna call Kim after I check for those pictures, and ask her to bring me some clothes.” I started a little at that. Having Ashley here alone was scary enough. I started to imagine my street lined with small, Japanese cars sporting Backstreet Boys bumper stickers when the police came to drag me away. Sheriff Whitaker – “Well, we knew something was wrong when we received a report of an unusually high number of Teen People magazines being delivered to this address.”
She finished fixing her bagel, then stowed the unused foods back in the fridge before joining me at the table. She plopped down into the seat, then brought her left foot up to rest under her right thigh. Too fucking cute.
We ate, and I observed her checking out my kitchen as she chewed. “I like your place,” without looking at me.
I smiled, not knowing whether she was being entirely truthful or not. “Thank you.” I surveyed her intently as we ate, seeing her clearly, now. Tiny freckles sparsely dotted her cheeks, then began more earnestly on the sides of her neck, and led down to her shoulders and finally her chest. I loved them. We finished our food.
“Oh! I didn’t take my birth control last night!” My eyes popped open wide as she darted into the living room to retrieve her purse.
“Well, that’s probably a pretty good idea, don’t you think?” I got dizzy considering the idea of getting her pregnant. I shook my head briefly, and tried to go on with my life.
She downed the pill with water cupped in her hand from the sink before I had time to tell her to use the filter, and I sighed, rolling my eyes.
Then, she came back to stand before me (God, she was so fucking beautiful), and said, “Okay, can I use your computer?”
Who was I to say no? “Absolutely.” She smiled, and ran into the living room. When I arrived, she was bent over the keyboard with her ankles crossed, looking over her shoulder at me, and I felt blood rush to my sex as I forgot her purpose there.
“I can’t find the power button. Would you turn it on for me, please?” I smiled, and walked silently to the tower and hit the power button.
She just waited there for the thing to boot up, bent over the key board, staring expectantly at the still blank monitor. I couldn’t help myself, and reached out to touch her spine. She jerked slightly before looking back at me again with her smile and wiggling her ass.
I ran my finger down her spine to her bum, then squeezed a cheek as she uncrossed her ankles. Christ, she was so firm. How could she be so firm? I grabbed her hips and bent down a little, pulling myself against her, my sex rapidly inflating between her legs. She felt it, and reached a hand down her front to stroke me softly as I continued to rise. Soon, I was fully hard, being held down at the entrance to her tunnel, the top of my shaft now wet with the remnants of our awakening mere minutes before.
She pushed her legs together, trapping me between them, and shifted her weight from right to left and back again, massaging me at the intersection of her thighs and sex as I caressed her back.
A minute later, as I was preparing to enter her from behind, The computer finally finished loading, and she said, “Down, boy.”
Had I heard her correctly? Had she just told me to back down? When I didn’t move for a few moments, she added, “You heard me. There’ll be time later.”
I was devastated, but I tried not to show it. Instead, I slowly backed from her, the tip of my spear gliding between her slippery lips as I withdrew, causing her to inhale sharply, and soon I was clear of her. She spin around, grabbed my shaft, kissed me, and said, “Go brush your teeth.”
I smiled and said, “Yes, Ma’am,” before she released me and I left the room.
I brushed my teeth, rinsed, and rubbed warm water onto my face as my erection subsided, dreading what might or might not be waiting in Ashley’s email inbox. Were it not for the fact that she was sixteen, I’d be having the time of my life. As hot as she got me, as clever as she was, and as smart as she appeared to be, the inherent danger of copulating with a minor outweighed the benefits, even with Ashley. I had no moral reservations, as she was clearly a woman, with womanly needs and desires. I also knew that there were some people out there who disagreed with me that had the power send me to jail and ruin my life.