by Johnson, Cat
Ansley had spent hours in the privacy of her own room, stroking both her clit and her own ass with fingers slick with olive oil stolen from her grandmother’s kitchen. In the videos she’d found online when she’d searched anal sex, the girls looked like they liked it. Over the years, she must have watched hours of videos on her computer, her own fingers the only thing to relieve the unbearable pressure inside her.
If fingers felt so good, what would a whole dick feel like? Would it hurt or be even better? God, what about a tongue? Would he do that to her? Dare she ask him?
She was done playing alone at home, waiting for satisfaction. Now seemed like as good a time as any to get some.
“You’re going to have to get good and oily first.” Ansley grabbed the vodka and took another swig before she pulled herself out of the tub. She handed the liquor bottle to him. He took a swallow then let it drop back into the ice bucket, obviously far more interested in the bottle of oil he clutched in one hand like he was never letting it go.
“Where we going to do this?” He stood and followed her, Bobby and Tiffany left behind them.
She sized up the options. “On the bench. I’ll kneel and you stand behind me.”
“Okay.” Jon looked like he might pass out. She watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. She felt as nervous as he appeared.
Ansley wanted this as much as she feared it. But hell, a girl had to pop her anal cherry sometime. This would be the perfect way to celebrate her graduation. And if she didn’t like it, she wouldn’t do it again. That’s all. Simple.
She kneeled on the end of the hard bench, totally nude and dripping wet. With her elbows and knees braced on the wooden boards, her ass was poised high in the air for Jon’s taking.
The trees that sheltered the deck from view rustled as the wind blew. She felt the cool air brush across her exposed anus. Goose bumps rose on her skin. She was nearly throbbing with the need to be filled.
The sounds of Tiffany and Bobby fucking nearby in the hot tub mingled with the much louder din of the party farther away. Music, laughter and shouts from the pool, grunts and the rhythmic splash of water from the hot tub all combined to ramp up Ansley’s desire. She was going to let Jon fuck her ass during Bobby’s graduation party with a hundred people just around the corner of the house. Her insides spasmed at the thought.
As the scent of coconut suntan oil assaulted her nose, Jon came to stand close behind her. She could feel his hands land on her hips as the oiled head of his cock pushed against her.
She pulled her ass forward, away from the pressure.
“Just fingers first, okay? I’ll let you know when I’m ready for…the rest.”
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw his nod. Then he was pressing a slick finger into her. Ansley closed her eyes and absorbed the sensations and emotions assaulting her.
“Another one?” Jon’s voice sounded so husky she barely recognized it.
“Yes. Maybe two more.”
Jon drew in a shuttering breath at her answer. “Okay.”
With firm pressure, he pushed two fingers inside Ansley. He slid them in and out and then she felt herself stretch farther as he must have added the third. She gasped at the burning sensation as tight flesh and muscle fought against the invasion. Jon stilled.
“Tell me what to do.” His voice sounded tight.
Ansley realized something. Jon may have been a cocky asshole for most of the night, but right now, even as vulnerable as her physical position seemed, she still held him in the palm of her hand. Sex was power. Ansley wielded that power over him. She was in control. He’d do anything she told him to, just like both Jon and Bobby had done exactly what Tiffany had said in the hot tub.
“Hold still like that until I tell you to move.” Ansley’s voice was as tight as Jon’s, hers from mixed pain and pleasure, fear and anticipation.
“Okay.” Jon didn’t move the fingers inside her, but he stroked the globe of her ass with his palm. He slid that hand around and blindly searched for her clit. Impatient for the pleasure she knew that contact was sure to bring, she grabbed his hand and directed his fingers to where they needed to be. Her eyelids drifted closed as he started circling the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Can I move yet?” Leaned over her the way he was, his words came from just behind her ear.
She turned her head and gasped out, “Yes.”
Jon took advantage of the proximity, latching onto Ansley’s neck with his mouth. He slid his fingers deeper, twisted them, and then retreated, all while his mouth sucked hard on the tender skin of her throat. She’d likely have a hickey tomorrow. At the moment, she didn’t care.
She felt his fingers plunge in once more, hard and fast, before they withdrew again, all while he sucked hard enough to shoot pleasure and pain through her. Ansley let out a moan, which had him moving faster. Stroking both her rectum and her clit at the same time, Jon’s motion was a bit haphazard and nothing like Tiffany’s Hoover action on her clit before, but it would do to get her off eventually.
Maybe sooner than she thought. As he wiggled his fingers deep within her and strummed her clit harder, her breath began to come faster.
Ansley’s muscles clutched Jon’s fingers and he groaned. “Oh God. I can feel you squeezing. I wanna be in there.”
He pulled his fingers out and then his cock was pushing inside. Just the tip had breached her before she felt her tight muscles protest.
She panicked. “Jon. Stop. More oil.”
It wouldn’t hurt with more oil. At least that’s what she’d read online.
“Okay.” Breathing heavy himself, he fumbled behind her.
She tried to calm her racing heartbeat, until the incredible feel of cool oil slowly dripping onto the hole stretched wide by the head of his cock had her moaning. Ansley pushed back toward the pleasure as Jon pressed forward, the head of his cock still poised at her entrance. She needed a distraction to relax the tensed muscles keeping him out.
She knew one sure way to relax. “Make me come.”
With a groan he went back to working her clit. Her whole body responded with a tremble. She bucked back against his cock as the orgasm rocked her.
All sound was blocked out by her cries, getting louder as he continued to finger her clit right through the climax. The head of his cock breached her tight ring of muscles, pushing in farther as her body convulsed. The pain of being stretched mingled with incredible pleasure until just a feeling of fullness had replaced all twinges of discomfort.
“I’m halfway in.” Panting from the effort, Jon collapsed forward, his chest heavy against her back as his arms wrapped around her heaving ribcage. Then she heard him say, “Oh fuck,” in a tone that was not at all appropriate for a man about to be balls deep inside a girl’s ass.
Ansley had expected at least a curse from Jon—what they were doing was fucking hot—but not the way he’d said it.
“What’s wrong?” She lifted her head and noticed the flashing, colored lights hitting the leaves of the trees which surrounded the deck, right before she noticed the two men in uniform standing on the stairs.
Oh fuck.
CHAPTER 5
“Grandma?” Ansley’s voice shook and the tears streamed down her face. “Can you come get me?”
The extremely large and very mean police officer tapped his foot, as if she were taking too long on his disgusting, antique phone with an actual dial and a cord attached. She was probably going to catch some disease from just touching it.
“Ansley. What’s the matter? Where are you?”
“I’m in…” her voice broke on a sob. She dragged in a wobbly breath and tried again. “I’m in jail.”
There was silence on the line, which was not a good sign. Her grandmother only didn’t speak when she was too angry to. “Ansley. Put someone of authority on the phone.”
Uh oh.
“She wants to talk to you.” She shakily held the receiver out. He took it with one raised eyebrow.
“Y
es, ma’am?” The officer listened for a second before saying, “The main charges against those attending the party were disturbing the peace and drunk and disorderly conduct. But in addition there are four students, Miss Craig is one of them, also charged with resisting arrest, indecent exposure and lewdness… Public sex… Yes, ma’am. I’m quite sure. Two of my officers witnessed them in the midst of the act… No, not inside the house. They were outdoors at the time.”
Ansley felt her face grow hot. He made it sound so horrible. It’s not like she and Jon were having real sex. Jeez. It was only anal and they got caught before they’d actually gotten to really do it.
Stupid laws. What the hell were the police doing there anyway? Everyone at the party was drunk and “disturbing the peace” as he’d put it, but it was a celebration. They needed music and drinks, didn’t they? Was it her fault Bobby’s old stick-up-his-ass neighbor couldn’t stand they were having a little fun and called the cops?
As for resisting arrest, simply defending herself and her rights was not resisting arrest. And indecent exposure and lewdness? Yes, all four of them had been naked and…doing stuff, but they were on a private deck, not in public for goodness sake. Can’t Bobby do what he wanted with his guests at his own house? If he wants to have sex in his own hot tub he should be able to. This was America, land of the free. It’s not like they were in the public park or something.
The memory of the moment she’d seen the police officers—Jon behind her, half inside—careened into her brain. Before that she hadn’t felt at all bad about what she’d done or was about to do, but the police and her grandmother were sure making her feel badly about it now. The tears began again as humiliation overtook her.
She heard Jon and Bobby laughing together in their cell down the hall. It figures they’d be having the times of their lives in jail. Boys were totally different about this stuff.
The policeman hung up the phone and she swore the look he shot her was full of sympathy. “She’ll be here to get you tomorrow morning.”
“What?” Ansley’s voice came out sounding more like a squeak.
“Your grandmother said to tell you that after what you’ve done, a night in jail will do you good.” He led her back to the cell where Tiffany, the drunker of the two of them, snored softly on a cot Ansley had refused to even sit on.
Meanwhile, another officer unlocked the cell the boys were in. Apparently their parents had bailed them out. As Bobby and Jonathon were escorted past her, Jon winked. “Hope to see you again real soon, Ansley.”
Her cheeks grew hotter. Now the vodka she’d consumed was starting to wear off, she had no desire to see Jonathon again. Ever.
“I heard your grandmother won’t come get you. Do you want me to see if my father can get you two out?” Bobby’s gaze landed on Tiffany, face down and unconscious.
Ansley should probably say yes, but Jonathon’s smug face and tone had pissed her off. No way she’d be “seeing him” to finish what they’d started. She chose what to do and when. “No, thanks.”
“You want to stay in jail?” Jon’s eyes opened wide. “A spoiled little princess like you?”
Ansley planted a hand on each hip and glared at them through the bars. “I don’t act like a spoiled princess.”
Jon rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”
“Gentlemen, time to go.” The officer escorting them out was getting impatient with their little exchange.
Bobby hesitated, an expression of genuine concern on his face. “Call Tiffany’s parents for her. They’ll definitely come get you guys.”
Maybe, unless they were as much into teaching them both a lesson as her grandmother, Greenwich society’s esteemed Moira Craig, was.
“I’ll ask if they’ll let me call them. Thanks, Bobby.”
Bobby wasn’t such a bad guy. Jon though, ugh. What had she been thinking? A shiver ran up her spine as Jon looked her over one more time before the door closed behind them. She imagined she could still feel him pressed inside her ass, already sore and tender from the little they had done.
She would really have to watch how much she drank in future, because if getting arrested while having anal sex with Jon was any indication, both her good judgment and taste in guys went downhill with each sip.
Hindsight was 20/20. Thinking back, Ansley should have just sent Jon on his way and seen what might have happened between Bobby, Tiffany and herself in the hot tub.
Even while in jail that thought twisted Ansley’s insides with need. A vision of Bobby fucking her in the ass while she came from Tiffany sucking on her clit hit her and moisture pooled between her legs.
Tiffany groaned in her sleep and rolled over. That was it. Ansley’d had enough of jail and her grandmother’s lesson and feeling like she’d done something wrong when she hadn’t.
She shook Tiffany’s shoulder hard. “Tiff. Wake up. We’ve got to call your parents and get out of here.”
Ansley waited until she heard the housekeeper’s car leave and then crept down the stairs, intent on breaking the house arrest imposed on her not by the Greenwich police department, but by a force larger than the law—her grandmother.
Grounded. At twenty-one years old. It was absolutely ridiculous. Her grandmother had even impounded her cell phone and her computer. She might as well have stayed in jail. Prisoners had more rights than she did right now. However, Ansley had a plan. It wouldn’t get her out of her punishment, but it would at least make it bearable.
Good thing she’d long since learned how to jimmy a lock. She and Tiffany had perfected that skill years ago by breaking into her parents’ liquor cabinet. In any case, the antique lock and its giant hole for a skeleton key on the office door was no challenge for Ansley armed with a metal nail file. Nor were the little locks on her grandmother’s antique desk drawers, though they required a bit more time.
She heard a click and then, there for the taking, were her cell phone, laptop, car keys, driver’s license and passport, all not so safely locked away. Apparently police officer wanna-be Moira Craig thought Ansley was a flight risk since she’d confiscated all her identification as well as her technology.
Grabbing her phone, she shoved it in her pocket and closed the drawer. If she took anything else, she might get caught, but who would notice one little cell phone missing?
Hands shaking now that she was so close to getting away with her thievery, Ansley took longer to relock the drawer. She’d just gotten the office door secured when she heard her grandmother’s voice in the front of the house talking to someone on her cell phone.
Ansley slid around the corner and pressed herself against the dining room wall thinking chances were good her grandmother wouldn’t have any reason to come in that room right now. She was right. Her grandmother moved toward the office where Ansley had been barely a minute earlier. She breathed a sigh of relief when the office door opened and shut again, her grandmother’s voice now muted by the thick wood.
She crept across the foyer and had started to sneak up the stairs when she heard her name mentioned. Ansley stopped dead in her tracks. Spinning back around, she tiptoed across the marble foyer until she was directly outside the closed office door and could hear every word being spoken inside.
“I don’t know what to do with her anymore… Yes, I know we got into plenty of trouble in college together, but things are different today. Drugs. Diseases. Back in our day, if we snuck out for a champagne cocktail we thought we were being bad… All right. Yes, we did do that but only once and it was your idea if I remember correctly.”
Her grandmother actually laughed then. A warm, genuine laugh. She never laughed. Not really, anyway. Only the fake kind at charity events when a big donor told a joke.
Who the hell was this person on the other end of the conversation?
“You won’t believe what Ansley was doing when the police arrested her last night.” Her grandmother went on to run down the list of violations as if she had her rap sheet right there in front of her. Knowing her grandmother,
she probably did. Ansley rolled her eyes as once again a little fun at a party sounded much worse when it was listed in the terms of police charges.
She wrapped up the rap sheet rundown by saying, “Naked and having sex outdoors. I’m too young to be a great-grandmother, but I’m afraid that’s where she’s heading. And through all of this, her parents are on a yacht off the coast of Italy and I can’t even get a hold of them.”
There! It was about time her parents took some of the blame for this. Meanwhile, her grandmother and her parents didn’t know what the hell they were talking about in the sex department. Everyone knew anal and oral weren’t real sex. The one thing Ansley didn’t have to worry about was that she’d get pregnant.
“That’s a wonderful idea. It might be exactly what she needs, to get away from all these bad influences. An entire summer on the ranch sounds perfect, Ramona. I don’t know how to thank you.”
A ranch? Ansley drew in a deep breath.
“…I’ll check flights right now. Is Walden nearest to Denver International?”
Denver? Okay, that wouldn’t be too bad. She sighed with relief until, after a few moments of silence, there was a loud and boisterous laugh, the likes of which she’d never heard come out of her grandmother before.
“Yampa Valley Regional Airport. Oh, ho. Ansley’s going to absolutely die when I hand her that plane ticket. I couldn’t have come up with a better punishment if I tried… Oh, don’t get your knickers in a twist, woman. I’m sure it’s lovely there on the ranch. I’m just saying, as far as Ansley is concerned, I might as well be sending her to Siberia instead of Walden, Colorado.”
Siberia would be preferable to a ranch actually. At least there was good vodka up there in Russia. Ansley whipped out her cell phone and opened a new text message for Tiffany. Her fingers flew over the keyboard.
OMG. G sending me to a ranch in… She stopped. What the hell was that name again? Yammo Valley? She couldn’t remember. Instead, she typed the other name that stuck in her head, Walden, Colorado.
