“Um, well I said I’d go for a quick goodbye drink with Chelsea and the girls, and I need to get some sleep before travelling tomorrow,” she said.
“Oh come on,” he said. “This is gonna be our last night for weeks. I want to spend as much time with you as I can. I won’t try to rip off all your clothes, I promise, not until I lock the door of course.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, making her giggle.
“You’re impossible,” she said, when she had composed herself.
“It’s all your fault Jodie,” he replied. “You drive me absolutely crazy.”
Jodie felt a warm tingle run through her again. It wouldn’t be so bad if he did rip all her clothes off, the voice of temptation whispered. After all, they were both consenting adults and they had been going steady. Ash would be her first, and she would be the first girl he had ever been with. She trusted him enough to believe he was telling the truth.
Images of the two of them naked and fused together did cartwheels through her mind. She thought of his lean body thrusting hard in to her, his succulent dick filling her tight wet pussy. This wasn’t the gentle frilly fantasy depicted in all those Mills & Boons novels she used to read, but a hard, brutal fuck. Having Ash inside her, using her like a piece of meat was one of her deepest most secret desires. She wanted him to told her down and treat her like a dirty bitch. For a moment, she reveled in her dark urges. What would Ash think if he found out that underneath her shy and sweet exterior, his girlfriend wanted it hard and rough? An even risqué thought occurred to her. Perhaps also, tonight was going to be the night he found out?
She held the thought in her head, savoring it. Why not? Temptation said in a dirty voice. She was going home tomorrow. Ash might meet another girl while she was away, he might even go all the way with her. If they had their first time tonight, and he really enjoyed it, he’d not want anyone else. He would wait for her until the end of time.
Memories of high school suddenly smashed through her fantasy. The taunts of the girls who bullied her filled her head. This happened all the time. Each day, she relived the hell she had suffered. Lizzie Dobbs, the most gorgeous girl in school, and her clique, had dedicated themselves to making Jodie’s life a misery. Jodie remembered the name calling. She was a ‘geek’, a ‘skinny freak’, and much, much worse. She remembered the sneers and the laughs in the changing rooms when they got ready for sports. Lizzie had been quick to make fun of Jodie’s tiny tits and bad skin. Jodie had kept silent, holding in all her pain until she got home. Then she would cry herself to sleep.
The torment went on, and got steadily worse. Lizzie was more than just a bad girl. She got mixed up in drugs and ran round with the gang that terrorized the local estates. Eventually she dropped out of school, and Jodie sighed with relief. Unfortunately Lizzie’s hatred for her still burned bright. She and her cronies waited for Jodie when she finished school. They intimidated her and trailed her home. Jodie’s friends knew what was going on, but were too scared to say or do anything. The teachers did not get involved because it was happening off school grounds, and Jodie herself, was too ashamed to tell her parents what she was going through.
Then, there came the day of the attack. Jodie had been walking home through the town when Lizzie had pounced. She was on her own and half drunk, and very eager to tell Jodie what a loser she was. Jodie went into silent mode, and tried to ignore the other girl. But Lizzie got more aggressive, and shoved Jodie to the ground. For some reason she could not explain, something inside ‘feeble geeky’ Jodie had snapped then. With animal savagery, she had lashed out, punching the other girl hard in the face.
Lizzie was so shocked, she went staggering backwards. But she soon recovered, and Lizzie was carrying a knife. Jodie still couldn’t remember what happened next. All she could recall was Lizzie’s hate filled face, and the flash of metal. She must have fainted because everything went black.
Jodie had woken up later, in hospital, disorientated and with an angry pain in her side. The knife had not gone deep, but Libbie had slashed her and it had left an ugly scar just under her right breast. She hated the sight of it, and the thought of Ash looking at it filled her with dread. Jodie hadn’t told him about all the trouble and the bullying she had endured. Even though Lizzie had been charged for assault, and packed off to a young offenders’ home, Jodie wanted to blot out all those painful memories. If Ash saw the scar and wanted to know what is was, she would be forced to relive all that crap again. She couldn’t lie to him, she cared for him too much, and to lie would undermine everything they had together. Worse still, the scar might repulse him, and being rejected was more than she could bear.
“If I sleep over do you promise to behave yourself?” she said, making an effort to push all her demons to the back of her mind.
“Scout’s honor,” Ash said, giving her a mock a salute. “Come on Jodes, we’ll get a pizza, some beers and watch Finding Nemo. Your pink pajamas are still in my clothes drawer. You know, they’re your favorite ones. I’ll make sure you get plenty of sleep.”
Jodie let out a dramatic sigh. “You sure are persistent aren’t you?”
“I am where you’re involved honey buns.”
“It looks like I’ve got no choice,” Jodie replied wryly. “You win Eskimo Boy.”
Ash gave her another smile of dazzling white teeth. “You’re wonderful! I’ll make your last night something to remember I promise. I’ll even change my socks.”
“You’re impossible!”
“You’re beautiful.”
She thought about the scar Lizzie had scrawled in to her flesh, and cringed inside.
*
His tongue pressed deep in to her mouth, and she shuddered with pleasure. Jodie returned the kiss with vigor, and held Ash’s firm body tightly to her. He let out a low sigh, and she felt the urgency of his erection through his jeans. His hands slid lower down her body. Her skin heated at his touch, and her nipples hardened.
He pulled out of the kiss, and nibbled the length of her neck. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. The feel of his mouth on her flesh sent ripples of pleasure through her body.
“That’s so nice,” she said, running her fingers through his sleek black hair. “Keep doing that.”
He bit her gently, and the sensation made her arc her body. Wet heat blossomed between her legs. She let out a deep moan. “Oh Ash!”
“Yeah, baby,” he whispered, his hot breath spilling over her neck. “You want it.”
His hands snaked down to her crotch. She was almost delirious with pleasure, and didn’t stop him straight away when he started undoing the buttons on her jeans. The image of the scar flared in her mind’s eye, instantly deadening the building torrent of lust. Internal fire extinguished, her hands moved down to stop him.
“Ash, don’t,” she said gently.
“Come on baby.” His voice was rough with hunger. “We both want it.” He got her jeans open, and his fingers slipped in to touch the fabric of her panties. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
She wriggled underneath him. “Ash, please, stop.”
“Come on,” he urged. His hand pressed against her aching cunt. “I’ll be really gentle, I promise. I got protection too.”
“No, I’m not ready,” she said, forcing steel in to her voice. She grabbed his hand and tried to pull it from her jeans. Very grudgingly, it seemed to her, he left her damp warmth. She had to really make the effort to stop herself from pushing his hand back between her legs. “Please,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
With an exaggerated groan, he got off top of her. The bed groaned as he maneuvered himself away. “Babe, you sure know how to torture a guy.”
She dipped her eyes, and tried very hard not to burst in to tears. “You’re very understanding,” she said, trying to keep her voice light. “You’re the world’s best boyfriend you know.”
“I think I’m the world’s most unluckiest boyfriend,” he replied, pouting a little. He looked so unbelievably cute, that Jodie had to avert her eyes.
“I’m really sorry,” she said, with genuine feeling.
He gave her a warm smile. “It’s no biggie babe.” He curled up cat-like at the edge of the bed, and started to massage her bare feet. She closed her eyes, and lay back on the pillow. “That’s nice.”
“See, I am good for something,” he replied.
“You’re good for a lot of things.”
Expertly, he worked his hands along her soles, easing out her aches. She let out a soft sigh, and he moved on to her toes. She tensed as his wet tongue played with her little toe. “You like that?” he whispered.
She felt the heat rising up in her again, and deliberately pulled her feet away from him. “I really need to get some sleep,” she said. There was truth in that. The couple of beers she’d had earlier were beginning to make her drowsy, and she did have an early start in the morning.
He let out a dramatic sigh and clambered off the bed. “Okay, I’ll leave you in peace.”
“Thanks,” she said. “Can you pass my pajamas please?”
Ash went over to his clothes drawer and pulled out her favorite pink set. “I’m yours to command my lady,” he said, getting on one knee and offering the night clothes up to her.
She laughed and took the pajamas from him. “You’re such a dork!”
“Ah, you wound me!” he declared, pressing his hand against his heart. “Women are such cruel, capricious creatures!”
“Oh get out you big dollop! I need to get changed.”
“I’m going, I’m going.”
As he went out into the living room and closed the bedroom door, she felt a pang of longing. It was there last night together, she mused to herself. It should be marked by something special. The specter of rejection rose up to grab her by the throat. She just couldn’t take the risk.
She heard the TV go on in the next room, and despondently, got undressed to change.
*
Ash couldn’t sleep. Try as he might, he just couldn’t get Jodie out of his mind and the massive boner in his shorts ached for release. He shifted uncomfortably on the tiny couch, and tumbled right off it.
“Jesus Christ!” he hissed.
The duvet had come with him, and he spent a couple of moments wrestling with it before finally clambering to his feet. The apartment was eerily still, and through the window he could see the snow falling silently outside. He turned on the table lamp, and his eyes strayed to the bedroom door. He fondled his balls.
Stop it! The voice of his conscience snapped at him. “I can’t fucking help it,” he muttered under his breath. He slouched to the kitchen area and poured himself some juice from the fridge. His dick was still not taking no for an answer, and he kept thinking about Jodie, all nice and cozy, tucked up in bed.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
The thought of her was driving him crazy. This was their last night together, he kept telling himself. They should have been humping like crazy sex rabbits, not sleeping in separate rooms. He sighed heavily. He had to respect Jodie decision though. She wanted to wait, and he would wait as well. She was everything he wanted in a girl, and he wasn’t going to screw it up.
His mind strayed back to Sarah Jacobs from high school. He was fourteen when he fell for her. She was gorgeous, with long blonde hair and large blue eyes. He thought she liked him too, but when he’d tried to kiss her that night by the lake, she had pushed him away and laughed in his face. It had all been a joke. She had been dating him as a dare. Ash was crushed. Since then, he had found it near impossible to trust a girl.
Then Jodie had come along, and everything changed. She was so sweet and gentle, and she really cared about him. He was the luckiest guy alive. He was also the horniest guy alive at this precise moment in time. The thought of her lying asleep only helped to make him harder.
He tried to think of something else. He failed miserably. He’d been in this situation before, and had simply jerked himself off in the bathroom. He should do that now he knew, but he still found himself creeping toward the bedroom door. He’d done this once before, when she’d stayed over and he’d been really horny. Jodie was a very heavy sleeper, especially after she’d had a couple of drinks. She had never woken up as he squatted down and jacked himself off, ogling her beautiful body and perfect little feet.
A stab of guilt made his pause by the door. After the last time, he promised himself he wouldn’t do this again. It was wrong, perverted. If Jodie woke up and caught him, she’d go mad. They’d be finished, and it would be his fault.
Nevertheless, he gently turned the door handle, and padded barefoot in to the bedroom. Jodie was fast asleep in the bed before him. She was lying on her back, and like she usually did when she stayed at his, she left the bedside lamp switched on. Despite the chill in the air, the duvet partially covered her, and Ash got a perfect view of her slender body.
For a while he lingered by the door, his hand in his shorts. His eyes gazed hungrily over the swell of her breasts and the one foot not covered by the duvet. He’d stay here, he told himself, by the door. Cum in his hand, then go back to couch.
Instead though, he left off stroking his hard dick, and crept further in to the room. This was insane. If he got too close he would wake her up. He should stop being such a creep, he snapped at himself. Just go back to the couch, his conscience told him, go back to the couch like a good little boy, and go to sleep.
He was just a few inches from the bed. Jodie had not stirred at all, and seemed completely dead to the world. His heart pounding hard against his chest, Ash pulled out his dick from his shorts. His whole body tensed as he slowly ran its tip along the sole of her foot. The touch of her skin felt so good. He let out a little sigh and licked at his dry lips.
Jodie was still motionless. Feeling braver, he rubbed his dick along the foot a bit faster. Pre-cum welled from the tip, leaving a sticky smear on her sole. He watched the steady rise and fall of her breasts, and listened to her soft breathing. This should have been enough, he said to himself. He should move away now before she woke up. He had already crossed way over the line, and was in seven kinds of trouble.
Slowly, and as quietly as possible, he leant forward and put his fingers on her pajama bottoms. He had still not disturbed Jodie, and he could not believe she hadn’t woken up. He couldn’t believe what he was doing, but without missing a beat he very slowly pulled down her bottoms.
The duvet slipped off the bed. Ash froze, feeling like a naughty kid with his hand in the cookie jar. Jodie, however, didn’t wake up. He relaxed a little, but his legs still trembled. Jodie’s lower body was completely exposed now. He looked longingly at her vagina, nice and tight. Before he knew what he was doing, he reached out and touched the dark pubic hair surrounding it. Very slowly, he unbuttoned her top and pulled it open. He let out a low sigh as he feasted his eyes on her perfect breasts. There was a scar under the right one, sleek and elegant. For some reason, it made her body look even hotter to him.
Lust held him in a vice now. More than anything now he wanted to be inside her. He wanted to pop her sweet cherry and fuck her hard. Without thinking about it, he clambered on top of her. The bed protested loudly at his added weight. Jodie didn’t respond. Breathing hard, he reached over to the bedroom cabinet and took out one of the condoms in the top draw. With surprising ease he managed to slip it over his dick, though his hands were shaking like crazy.
He looked down at Jodie’s gorgeous body, the lust raging through him reaching fever pitch. Darker emotions swelled in the maelstrom of his mind. He’d had fantasies about this before, creeping in to a girl’s room when she was asleep and doing what he wanted to her. The thought of sleep sex with Jodie, ramming in to her without her knowledge was whipping him up in to a wild frenzy. Some part of his brain not consumed with lust tried to stop him, but animal instinct had taken control. It felt so right, so natural he just couldn’t stop himself. He let out a deep guttural groan as he shoved himself in to Jodie’s cunt. There was a moment of resistance
then he was inside her tight hole.
Lying underneath him, Jodie let out a sudden piercing cry and her eyes snapped open.
*
She had heard him come in. The opening of the bedroom door had woken her. At first she was going to get up and tell him to go away. But some inner urge stopped her. He’d done this before, when he thought she was asleep, pleasured himself while watching her. She had been too shocked to open her eyes at first, and later didn’t want to embarrass him by catching him in the act. She had found it arousing as well, and when he had cum and crept out of the room, she always fingered herself hard.
Now he wanted to do it again. Well, it was their last night, and she saw no problem with it. In fact, it was making her hot. However, when his dick touched her foot, she realized he had more than jerking off in mind. She could have opened her eyes then, but she didn’t. It excited her that he thought she was asleep, that he thought he could do the stuff he really wanted without her knowing. Then he had pulled down her pajama bottoms, and she almost jumped out of her skin. Even worse, a few moments later, he opened her top.
Her first, panic stricken thought was that he would see her scar. She had to stop this now before it was too late. But instead of recoiling in disgust, she heard him open the drawer where he kept the condoms he thought she didn’t know about. There was the sound of unwrapping and the distinctive smell of condom lube. Her pulse quickened and wetness spread between her legs. He even hadn’t noticed the scar or didn’t care. Either way, it seemed like he intended to fuck her.
She had to stop herself from opening her eyes. If he knew she was awake, it might spook him and she might back out. She was petrified of going all the way, of giving her consent to have him inside her. The idea of him fucking her while he thought she was asleep was just too delicious. More than anything she wanted to be helpless, wanted him to do whatever he wanted to her. She didn’t want her first time to be dewy-eyed and romantic, but a frantic session of brutal rough sex.
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