by Lady Keisha
He let his fingers drift to one side, slowly tracing the curve of her ear. She felt like her brain was melting into a puddle between her thighs. She bit back a gasp and gripped her own hands tightly. His fingers dipped just inside the neckline of her sweater, to her upper back.
She inhaled sharply. “Clint, come on now.”
“What’s the matter? You seem cold.”
“Cold?”
“You’ve covered in goosebumps.”
“Asshole. You know it’s not the cold.”
He grinned in the dark, “Name-calling? That’s what we’re resorting to?”
“Only when you act like an asshole.”
“I’m just getting started, little one.”
“Just don’t start anything you can’t finish.”
He groaned and gripped her neck firmly.
She gasped, “Hey, watch it.”
“Wanna get out of here?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
He grabbed her hand and they ducked out of the theater. When they got to the car, he made his way around to her side of the car but instead of opening the door, he slapped both palms on the roof of her Civic, trapping her between his body and the door.
“Clint…” she tried to warn him off but it sounded more like a plea.
“Where were we earlier? At the house? When I came home?” He breathed against her ear and she shivered.
His palms still rested on the roof of the car as he stared into her eyes. The fire he saw earlier was raging now, copper sparks flashing brightly at him. He pressed his hips forwards, drawing figure 8s against her body. He crushed her lips with his and she moaned against the assault of his tongue. She pressed her palms to his chest but instead of pushing him backwards, she slowly slid them up to his neck.
His hands could no longer maintain a safe distance from the curve of her backside. Gripping her ass tightly, his tongue danced in and out of her mouth, tickling her lips. Her hips moved with his as he nipped her lower lip with his teeth.
“Ah,” she gasped. “Clint, what are we…”
“I can’t help it Ashley, I just can’t.”
His thigh forced her legs apart as one hand kneaded the soft flesh of her breast through her sweater. The fire in her eyes had incinerated all of her self-control and she whimpered against his neck.
“Oh, God…”
She rested her forehead against his chest and panted for air. He felt as solid as he looked and she could almost feel the cut of his stomach through his button-down shirt.
“We should really get back home.”
“To where the beds are?”
She looked up at him with her eyes narrowed. He grinned at her and squeezed his fingers tight against her ass.
Ashley sighed, “No, Clint, that can’t happen.”
He took her hand in his and placed it flat against the fly of his jeans.
“Feel that? Can you feel what you’ve done to me? What you’ve been doing to me since Labor Day?”
He groaned when she squeezed his cock gently. It felt as large as she had imagined during all of those nights under the sheets with only her fingers to provide relief.
She exhaled softly.
“Mmm-hmm,” he said. “That’s all because of you.”
She took his hand and placed it against the inseam of her jeans. When he felt the heat radiating through the denim, his fingers could not help but circle and tease.
“Clint, no, I, we, you…” she lost her ability to speak as her knees weakened.
“You telling me no?” He looked more hurt than angry.
“Yes, I have to.” She pulled away slowly, every nerve ending in her pussy screaming angry curses at her.
He stepped back from her, leaving a cold breeze in his wake. They drove back to the house in silence, both afraid that any spoken word might cause their clothes to spontaneously fall off of their bodies and they would land in a compromising position in the back seat. Once home, they silently closed the doors to their own bedrooms. There was no mistaking the mutual groans through the wall between the beds as they both rode wave after wave of pleasure listening to each other.
Christmas was awkwardly quiet that year and their parents were only mildly confused. After a few more days, Ashley opted to return to school early and Clint was required to return to his base.
Ashley really did like her boyfriend Sam, but ended up calling it quits towards the end of January. He was too nice of a guy and deserved better than some distracted girl who was losing interest in him. He was the kind of guy she had hoped for as a high school girl, nice looking, sweet, decent. But then Clint happened.
Clint continued down his path of vapid vacant barflies but it was only slightly better than masturbating. Although there were even nights he preferred his own hand so that he could bathe in the images of Ashley as he groaned to himself.
One night over Spring Break, Ashley had had way too much to drink and stumbled back to her apartment with glassy lust in her eyes. She wanted Clint, she knew she wanted him, and he knew she wanted him. There was no denying it as she tried to make her eyes focus on the screen in front of her face. She fumbled with her cell phone and found his number.
Hey she typed.
Well hey yourself. He replied.
Her heart jumped and her clit throbbed.
So about Christmas… Her last shreds of self-control had dissolved in the third margarita. Or maybe it was the fourth. Or possibly the fifth.
Yes? His curiosity was peaked and his cock twitched automatically.
I can’t stop thinking about it. About what almost happened.
Me either. God so many times I’ve cum thinking about what we should have done that night.
You too? He nearly growled when she admitted the same.
Clint, I can’t stop thinking about you.
Me either, Ashley. What are we going to do?
It’s not a good idea. Any of them.
No, not good. They’re amazing. At least in my head.
LOL How could I live up to that?
Give it your best shot.
Ashley stared at the phone for a long drunken second. She carried the phone to the bathroom and slowly pulled off her tank top to stare at her own breasts in their lacy bra. She held the camera on the phone close to her chest and the flash went off. She sent the picture over to Clint.
Clint was getting nervous at the delay. Had he pissed her off? Had she passed out? Then his phone chirped and his hand tightened on his cock automatically. She had sent him a close-up picture of her breasts. Just these two perfect swells peeking over a thin layer of lace.
Damn woman.
It chirped again. The side of her jaw leaned away from the camera, exposing her soft throat and delicate neck. So perfect for biting.
You’re killing me…
Chirp. This time she sent a close-up picture of a curve of skin with just the tiniest string stretched across. He studied it closely and then realized it was that thin sensitive skin where the hip and torso and leg all meet. He groaned out loud in his room.
Ashley…
Yes Clint?
Aw man, my buddies are asking me who’s blowing up my phone. If they take it away from me to check, I’m in deep shit.
Best save those pictures elsewhere. Well, only if you want to.
Oh that’s not what I want to do.
No? You don’t want to save them?
Not what I mean. I mean I’m not going to make it on pictures alone.
Well I’m about to pass out so I gotta go.
Dammit woman, you can’t leave me like this
Like what?
About to explode.
Then do something about it. And tell me about it tomorrow.
He clicked the phone off and within seconds was thrusting hard into his fist, shooting his desire all over his own stomach. Before he passed out, he took a close-up shot of his firm abs, speckled with his own cum, and sent it over to her.
Ashley had been waiting up to s
ee if he said anything after he was done. When she saw the picture a few minutes later, her fingers plunged into her own pussy and she shuddered through her own climax.
She was completely distracted the entire next day at classes. Her whole body hummed constantly, and she feared the only thing that would quiet it would be Clint himself. The thoughts of Clint just were not working anymore and her fingers were not doing the trick. She knew she could have enlisted assistance, either from a battery-powered friend or someone from a nearby college bar. But this went way beyond normal horniness. This was need for him specifically.
In between classes, she fired off a quick text, Need to get off and wish you were here.
Clint was out on maneuvers when it came through so he did not see it until about mid-day over lunch. His buddy punched him in the arm when he moaned.
“Dude, you okay? Get some bad clams?”
Clint punched him back, “Naw man, I’m good.” Now he had to go back to work with a raging hard-on that really did not want any more of his hand. It wanted her hands and lips and pussy.
When classes were over for the day, she headed back to the apartment, shucked all of her clothes except her thong and lay down on the bed. She inched the top band down until it rested just above her mound, and clicked the camera.
When Clint got off work that evening, he immediately checked his phone. He saw the smooth skin that disappeared into the bunched up lace and nearly licked the phone screen.
God, just one more inch… Just one more!
Now sober, she was ready to torment him in full. Is that what the last girl asked you for?
Dammit Ashley. Not what I meant.
I know, but still funny.
She had already slipped out of the thong and curled it up next to her foot on the bed. She clicked a nicely staged shot of her pink toes playing with the thong.
Clint cursed out loud and by text. Fuck…
Offer or request?
Threat.
LOL Anything else you’d like to see before I take care of some personal business?
Anything you want to show me at this point.
Ashley grinned to herself and slowly slid her fingers against her slippery pussy, coating them with the evidence of her own desire. Then sent a picture of her glossy fingertips to Clint.
A long pause before he responded. Goddammit
What?
I just made a fucking mess all over myself
Show me
She was rewarded with a picture of his firm muscular chest spotted with the evidence of his explosion. She grinned to herself. The torture was almost worth it just to know what effects she had on him. But unfortunately it ended up torturing herself as well.
Well I’m off to go take care of some personal business.
He groaned and dug his fingers into the pillow under his head. Dammit.
What now?
Wish I was there to help… Or at least watch…
Use your imagination big boy.
That’s what’s getting me in trouble.
Ashley’s whole body tingled as she thought about his hands replacing hers. She did not know if he was actually any good but at this point, she wanted him so badly, it really would not have made a difference. Her stomach trembled and she moaned as she shuddered through her climax.
The next day her classes seemed even less interesting that normal. She could not focus on anything in her real life and even contemplated finding a lover for the night just to ease the tension in her body. But she knew it would do no good if it was anyone other than Clint.
Even her friends starting asking her what was going on, that she seemed so distracted lately. She could not very well tell them what was really going on. She could not even tell them it was some new guy she met. They would ask way too many questions and she just did not have any answers ready.
Clint’s army buddies were also razzing him hard about the fact he was no longer picking up the barflies. As frustrated and worked up as Ashley was getting him, taking home some random chick from the bar just did not seem like it was worth the effort.
Ashley’s school year was winding down quickly, and she knew she would be headed home soon for a visit before starting her summer job on campus. She prayed Clint would be there for at least part of the visit but she also hoped he would stay away. It was to the point where she could no longer resist any advances he might make. Hell, it was to the point where she might be the one making the advances.
Clint had talked to his dad and knew very well that Ashley would be home over Memorial Day weekend. He tossed and turned, debating on whether to take leave or not. After several sleepless nights, he decided he had to find out once and for all.
A couple of weeks later, Ashley was lounging by the pool at her mom’s house. Her string bikini left little to the imagination and very small tan lines. She reclined on the lounge chair and enjoyed the feel of the warm sun on her skin. She yelped when the droplets of cold water hit her stomach and jumped up out of the chair.
Clint grinned at her and watched as her full breasts shimmied under the small triangles of fabric.
“Totally worth the ass-kicking I’m about to get.”
“Clint…” she breathed. He had to show up in nothing but swim trunks. His cut, tanned muscles taunted her lonely pussy.
“Ashley.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Honestly? I’m not exactly sure. But my dad said you’d be here this weekend, so…”
“So you thought you’d drop by to interrupt my pool time?” She tried desperately to think of a way to stop herself from jumping him.
“Something like that,” he grinned.
She looked down at the glass of lemonade in her hand and back up at him. Her eyes glittered with an evil spark and she tossed the contents at his chest.
“What the fuck—?” he hollered. “Oh, no Ma’am. You did NOT just do that!”
She grinned at him, “Seems only fair…”
He propelled his body forward into hers and then carried the two of them backwards until they landed squarely in the pool.
She came up sputtering, “Clint! What the hell?”
He stared at her. Her firm breasts floating gently in the water, her long brown hair slicked back from the water. He closed the gap between them until he was standing directly over her. Ashley looked up at him and blinked slowly. His hands slowly circled her waist under the water and he pulled her against him.
“Clint…” she gasped.
And he crushed her lips with his own.
The heat from the sun seemed to radiate into her entire body, focusing on the throbbing between her legs. His lips were surprisingly soft and his tongue teased her lower lip. She moaned softly into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. As she parted her lips, she felt one of his legs separate hers until she was straddling his thigh. She could feel his cock twitching against her.
He felt her full breasts against his chest and dug his fingers into the curve of her ass. He was so close to ripping off her bikini bottom and his swim trunks and just sliding her down onto his cock. Instead, he slid one hand up her smooth skin until it brushed the lower curve of her breast. His thumb found her nipple under the thin fabric of her bikini and traced slow circles around it.
“Oh, God,” she murmured against his neck. “Clint…”
“Ashley, we really…” He tried to stop himself but his fingers pinched her stiffening nipple until she gasped.
She was grinding against his thigh and his hand on her ass pressed her down against him harder. Her thigh rubbed against his swelling cock and he swore softly under his breath.
Suddenly they both jumped apart panting for air. The car in the driveway meant their parents had returned from the museum visit. Ashley popped up out of the water and returned to her deck chair as smoothly as she could manage. Clint opted to stay in the water until his interest in his stepsister was not as visible through his wet swim trunks. They exchanged one wide-eyed electric look and h
e swam off under the water.
Before dinner, Ashley slipped upstairs to shower and clean up. She stood under the hot water, letting it beat down on her skin, and hoped that it would rinse away the need that swelled in her pussy. But at this stage of the game, there was only one solution for her. And he was only one room away. As she pulled a clean sundress out of her suitcase, her eyes fell to the thong that she had teased him with via text. She could hear him talking with his dad downstairs so she slipped next door and laid it out carefully on top of his clothes in his suitcase.
When Clint came upstairs later to get cleaned up for dinner, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the flimsy lace on top of his own clothes. He groaned and had to adjust his swelling cock. Damn her, he thought. He fished out his cell phone, flashed the camera, and fired off a quick picture of the visible swelling under his swim trunks. She grinned when she received it, and pondered the thought of inviting him back to college with her for just a day or so.
Dinner was particularly awkward that evening with Ashley’s mom and Clint’s dad. Hopefully neither parent noticed that the two of them were not even making eye contact. They both feared spontaneous combustion if they looked at each other, or worse. He was hardly able to finish his food since she kept bending forward just enough to show off her ample lace-trimmed cleavage.
After dinner, Clint headed back outside to cool off but was not rewarded for his efforts to escape. Ashley joined him after their parents had started some terrible 70s movie on cable.
She perched on the arm of his lounge chair, making sure that her sundress rode high on her thigh.
“Hey…” she greeted him.
“You’d probably better get back inside.”
“Oh? Why’s that?”
“Because otherwise our parents are going to look out here and find you bent over this chair with me behind you.”
Her eyes widened as she giggled in surprise. “You wouldn’t…”
“Just try me…” his eyes flashed copper fire but she could not distinguish anger from lust.
She erred on the side of caution and removed herself from his chair.
