Chapter 6

John was stunned. This had to feel phenomenal for a girl her age. John remembered when he was twelve and jacking off every couple of hours in the bathroom, every-single-day. He’d get an erection even at the slightest glance of side-boob from his literature teacher, Mrs. Hefny. Now, he was about to give oral to the most beautiful girl he ever knew and she just told him she’d rather have sex first. What was crazier, this was the first time John ever wanted to give oral. He was actually disappointed he couldn’t give her the first orgasm this way.

But not really disappointed. John just kissed what was possibly the purest piece of human anatomy he had ever seen. Her pussy was perfect, complete with a tiny protruding clit that was so hard it probably gave her chills every time her heart thumped. If she really wanted the first time to be during sex, John knew neither of them had long.

John lowered her to the ground and took her into his arms again. He jogged her upstairs to the master bedroom while quick, tiny squeaks from the wooden staircase following them as they rose.

In the bedroom, John turned on the dimmer high enough so they could still see, but low enough it didn’t feel like a hotel lobby (though, on second thought, John felt that would be pretty hot, too). The room was basic, not much more than his king-sized bed, side table and dresser. Only a few generic house and garden paintings crookedly hung on the wall; family, it seemed, wasn’t a happy reminder for him. Bland thematic decor adorned the bed quilt and wall color; mostly tan and old flowery designs John never really cared for nor hated. A glass sliding door on the far wall led out to a deck, but the deck was shrouded in darkness. Not surprisingly, neither of them had noticed the storm had continued just as violently during their little escapade, if not worsened. Lightning flashed once, quickly illuminating the bedroom briefly. A loud, crackly thunder sounded shortly after.

John laid Ashley down on top of the bed covers. Her body gently melted into the padding as the blankets started to grow darker, soaking up the remaining water on her backside. Ashley calmly waited, her fingers loosely touching as she held her hands slightly in the air above her chest. She looked comfortable, but nervous with anticipation. John started to say something, but retracted before any sound came out. He wanted to say I’m afraid, too, but decided that may have not been the best choice of words given the circumstances. Still, he needed to reassure her, so he smiled and ran his hand lightly down the side of her face. She turned her face toward it, closing her eyes and breathing in his skin. His fear subsided a little; he knew she wanted it, possibly more than he did. Without a second thought or hesitation, he chose to give it to her.

He first lifted her blouse. It slid up her body, along her rib-cage and eventually to her shoulders. Getting her head through the top, he whisked it off her arms, revealing her half-naked body. As expected her chest was flat, but not totally. Her nipples were small, firm and protruding slightly. Her stomach and waist were skinny and slender. Grabbing her sides, her body warmed up his hands. John inhaled and leaned in, sucking on her breasts immediately. Approving moans instantly emerged from her mouth.

Ashley’s skin was still glistening from the water and John licked her chest, finding anything he could do for any reason to lead him to the next area. Eventually he jumped down to her feet. He pulled off her embroidered slip-ons and tossed them to the floor. Her feet were small and seeing them made John’s erection harden to the point he started to feel pain. He quickly kissed and licked the top of her feet.

“Hey! That tickles...” she giggled, though even through the laughter, a sultry tone seeped through. John’s dick rose up on end, almost touching his stomach. He wished he had more time to give her proper attention, but this was going to have to be quick. He wasn’t the jackrabbit he once was, but a little cum had already escaped him and stood at the end of his shaft.

She can’t get pregnant, can she? John thought, but he knew it was silly to question it and silly to assume. He didn’t have any protection in the house, but he knew they’d never be able to find any in town, with the storm and all. For a moment he pressed his face against her ankle, blocking out the consequences from his mind, but still remaining fully aware of his dilemma. His dick throbbed and throbbed as he awkwardly waited, hoping some memory, some long lost condom that just happened to be under the drawer, scattered there during a wonderful, drunken, forgotten night. But John knew, no such night existed, not for a very long time.

Ashley’s left foot rose up and stroked the side of his face. He turned his head and answered her gesture, lightly rubbing his nose along the inner edge of her foot, up to her big toe which he gave a small peck to. He looked up at her; her eyes gazed down, above her wonderful body and in the same line of view of her perfect, hairless mid-section. “Fuck it,” John whispered to himself, not picking up on the pun. He had the prize; she was all his. So what if he opened it a little early?

He ignored the counter-arguments that called back, forcing them to die away into the distant echo making up his current consciousness. He journeyed up her left leg dropping kisses like bread crumbs, and then repeated with her right. He caressed every perfect inch of her perfect legs and her perfect skin. Going upward, her knees were small and cute; her thighs incredibly toned and elegant, like those small mannequin legs impossible for grown women to have, but here a pair rested directly in front of him ... and they were real. Thunder rumbled through the bedroom, giving Ashley a stir. She ran her fingers through John’s hair, almost pulling him toward her sweet spot. Continuing his journey, up John went.

Her skirt. John rolled Ashley onto her side and unzipped the back. It easily came off, drifting down along her legs and over each heel, foot and toe. John looked up and saw her ass from the side. It was rounded, small and tight, similar to her thighs. John desperately wanted to give it some attention, but his heart pumped like a time bomb.

He leaned her on her back, reached down with his left hand and traced his fingers up the inside of her left thigh. Ashley started to shudder, holding her arms up the air with fists mounted, unsure of what to do with them. She was waiting for it, as was he. John massaged between her thigh and her pussy. He eventually rubbed his fingers up and down the pussy itself. She moaned approvingly, gently opening and closing her eyes in rhythm to his movements, but she never took her eyes away from him, not once.

Her eyes were darker at this point, deeper than they were outside. Her pupils were dilated and John knew what this meant, but he didn’t dare ruin the moment by asking her. Neither of them could be any more turned on. It was time.

John ripped off his shirt and launched off his shoes and pants with a speed only men seem capable of achieving when undressing themselves. He climbed on top of her, his larger, manly body overtaking her figure, making her nearly impossible to see if looking at them from above. Her breathing increased as he grew closer, her face lining up with his chest. John underestimated how small she actually was; after failing to feel his way around, he had to rise back up on his knees before he could see what he was doing. He moved his penis near her pussy, pressing against it slightly to hold it in place. He didn’t have a small dick, but it certainly wasn’t one of those monstrous dildos he came across scanning for porn on the Internet. He never understood how a woman could fuck herself with one without killing herself. But if they could take one of those monster-sized dildos, Ashley should be able to handle his seven inch penis (though it was, John thought, definitely over his usual limit at the moment). Ashley’s thighs were roughly only three to four times bigger than his dick and her pussy definitely wasn’t the ideal size for easy entry.