I brushed my hair as I contemplated the unknown element: Ashley, herself. My appetite for adventurous sexual games was strong, as was hers apparently. I was not certain, however, that she fully grasped the peril that she was putting me in. For a situation like ours to continue (and Ashley appeared to intend for it to continue), it would have to be very carefully maintained to avoid discovery, and Ashley had yet to demonstrate that she understood this fact.
And then there were the pictures. Ashley pleasured me and acted in care for me and served me and… Was she blackmailing me? The very fact of the photographs’ existence was dangerous, but what were her intentions with them? Were they just for fun, or did she intend to keep me in check with them? She hadn’t said anything alluding to blackmail, but her bringing up the photos at key times in our conversations had me second-guessing.
I stared at myself in the mirror, and realized that I’d been just standing there for several minutes. I sighed at myself and said to my reflection, “Okay, let’s go.”
I found Ashley firmly entrenched in cyberspace when I returned to the living room. I approached her from behind to see an image of me watching her suck my cock centered on the screen, and I got sick. I put my hand on her shoulder and said, “Hey, Girlie.”
She started at this momentarily, but recovered quickly. She was so excited. “Oh my God they’re here and they’re great! You have to see these, they’re excellent, seriously!” She jumped up and shoved me into the chair, then proceeded to bounce up and down enthusiastically before asking, “Can I use your toothbrush?”
“Sure.” She rushed over to her purse, extracted her phone from it, then skipped out of the room, grinning playfully from ear to ear, and I began to scroll.
In many of the pictures, there were two faces; one of them was clearly mine and the other clearly hers. Well, that’s that, then. Unbelievably, I wasn’t really looking at the subject matter, but I still continued to scroll. And scroll… And scroll. How many pictures had Kim taken? I closed the folder, and saw that it contained seventy-six files. Or seventy-seven. They were still downloading!
I closed my eyes, trying to maintain my composure. The phone rang in the silence, scaring the shit out of me. I picked up the receiver.
“Hello?”
“Hey Vinnie, it’s Jim. What’s crackin’?” It was my boss.
“Not much. What’s going on?” My mind was certainly not all there.
“Mike called in for the seven to midnight, tonight. Losing his voice. Can you cover?”
I almost laughed at him. “Oh, no, Jim. I can’t. I mean I really, REALLY can’t. I’m so sorry.”
“Are you sure, man? I really need you.”
I sympathized, and felt sorry for him. “Jim, I am so sure you would not believe it. I’ve got some shit going down and there is absolutely no way I can get out of it. I’m so sorry. Really. I mean it. Seriously.” I so wanted to escape to work, but it wasn’t going to happen.
“Okay, well, if you change your mind, please call me. I’m at the station.”
“You know I will, Jim. Sorry.”
“Okay, bye”
“Bye.” I heard Ashley talking in the bathroom as I dropped the receiver into its cradle. I frowned. Certainly, Jim would talk to Steve, who would tell Jim about the after-hours rendezvous I had last night, and Jim would think I was holed-up in bed with a hottie all day. Though this wasn’t far from the truth, I’m sure my situation wouldn’t be exactly the way Jim would picture it. Things were already getting complicated, and it had only been fourteen hours since Ashley had handed me her thong.
I sat down on the futon sofa, glancing at the computer in realization. Oh, great; the added bonus of child porn. I waited there to see where she would lead me.
Ashley soon reappeared with cell-phone in hand, announcing Kim’s imminent arrival. She plopped down on my lap, wrapped her arm around my neck, and said, “Hello, Sailor.”
I smiled disingenuously as I reached an arm around her waist and placed the other hand on her thigh. “Hey.”
At this, she frowned exaggeratedly and said, “‘Why Mister Gloomy Gus, Hm?'” I thought she was quoting a movie that I’d recently seen, but I couldn’t remember which one.
“Work called; they wanted me to come in tonight.” I was looking at the floor.
“And are you going to?” Her tone was sincere.
Then I looked at her. “Well, no. I told them I had something going on.”
She hugged me tightly. “Aw, you didn’t have to do that.”
“Well,” I explained, “I didn’t know what you had planned, so…” I shrugged.
“You could have taken me with you.” She was serious. Smiling, but serious.
I drew a line right there. “Oh ho, that is not a good idea at all.”
She became inquisitive, and I became uneasy.
“Do they not like for you to have guests?”
Was she really going to make me spell it out for her?
“Well, not necessarily, but if someone is there, they might start asking questions, and…” I trailed off.
And she picked up “And I’m eighteen, remember?”
I was astonished at her simple evasion of reality. Of course! You’re eighteen. How could I have missed that? I felt the serious trouble sensation coming on again, but I just pretended to go along with it. “Oh, that’s right! You’re eighteen. Perfect. I already told him, ‘No,’ though.” Then I added something I immediately regretted. “Some other time, maybe.”
This pepped her right back up, and she kissed me playfully. “So what are we going to do today?”
I pondered this question, and wondered if there was a wrong answer. “Well, how long did Kim say it would be before she got here?” I wasn’t sure how this would help, but at least it bought me a few seconds. Suddenly, it occurred to me that I’d never had a fuck cause me more stress than this one.
“Fifteen minutes, but that was five minutes ago.”
I thought about it. “Well, I would usually go swimming.”
“Oh! Let’s go swimming at Kim’s place!”
I couldn’t help it, I laughed. “Are you crazy?”
She thumped me on the chest and said, “Her parents are on vacation, Stupid. You didn’t really think I would take you over there and introduce you to her parents, did you?”
The thought had occurred to me. “Well…?” Then something else occurred to me. “Wait, your parents let you stay over there while her parents are out of town?”
She stuck out her chest and pointed her nose in the air. “We’re responsible adults.” She saw me raise an eyebrow at this. “No, really. Kim and I are both straight-A students, we’re in extracurricular activities and sports, we never get into trouble. Our parents and teachers love us! They trust us implicitly.”
“Implicitly, eh?” I smiled at her as she thumped my chest again. It sort of made sense to me. My parents would never have dreamed of such a thing, but I could see how a parent might.
“So, Kim has a pool?” I was starting to consider it.
Ashley got excited. “Yeah, a really nice one, with a privacy fence. Oo, and a jacuzzi! Her mother’s a neurosurgeon, and they do pretty well.”
“We’d have to all ride in her car; I wouldn’t want my car to be parked there.” Self-preservation mode was still active. “Could I park nearby and she could ferry me in?”