Chapter 5

Russell was gone for another year of college, leaving Ashley with nothing but questions about their relationship and what she meant to him. He did call, just as Sarah had promised, apologizing for being such a dick, wishing she were with him, and saying nothing about Lewis or Ashley’s hook-up with him at the party. Ashley wanted to get it all out but controlled herself, believing that with a little patience they’d be back together soon. Russell promised to call every week, but at best he just texted and kept Ashley up with campus life, loving words and romantic thoughts being largely absent from his sparse missives.

Russell’s absence from Ashley’s life was seen as an opportunity too good to miss by Craig. He openly courted Ashley, promising anything while expecting Ashley to do everything but move in with him and his parents. She may have done so if things had been different, but she really was only 15 years old and living with a very controlling set of parents. And let’s not forget the overwhelming reality that was high school. Sarah was a junior while Ashley was but a lowly sophomore, all of her friends and classmates under threat of being grounded if they came home late from an afternoon date. It amazed Ashley how she could be living one life with parents and teachers and friends while hiding a completely different sexual self known only to a few others such as Sarah.

With Sarah’s knowledge and full blessing, Ashley pushed her fears about Russell aside and not so reluctantly continued to indulge in the sexual delights Craig was so good at providing. Apart from the weekly visit to Craig’s place life was rather boring, high school activities and of course classwork taking up all of her time. Russell did visit occasionally, his presence always pushing her regular sessions of sex with Craig to the side. Craig resented this but Ashley couldn’t help herself. Even in spite of Sarah, perhaps even because of Sarah’s presence as a sexual rival, Ashley did her best to show Russell how well she could fill his every need.

Whenever Russell did visit, Ashley arranged for Sarah to ask her father if Ashley could stay over for an entire weekend or, during Christmas, a full week. This was nothing new. Her mother-in-law would always call Sarah’s parents and they always said yes, never letting on that Ashley was spending all of her time in Russell’s bed. With every ounce of cum that Russell poured into her, Ashley was sure she was gaining an additional degree of control over her man.

In true masculine form Craig upped his game, working overtime to convince Ashley to continue her visits with him. He would take her out on Friday nights, sometimes picking her up from school in his car, going to the occasional restaurant and movie, and of course more poetry and walks in the park. Ashley loved this, enjoyed the attention and could appreciate Craig’s own special if rougher form of love making, but her mind continued to see Russell as her eventual one and only. The problem was getting Russell to agree.

All through the school year Ashley was growing into very much the sexual goddess Sarah had joked about, growing taller, filling out, and turning into a woman even more beautiful than her mother. Toward the end of her sophomore year she received more than one come-on from the seniors, and with that came no small amount of envy and jealousy from the other girls. This included Sarah who, to be blunt, was just another skinny assed white girl stuck in a valley town. At least Ashley and Sarah shared a history, had an understanding. Ashley knew she couldn’t fully trust Sarah, still blanched at the ugly thought of what Sarah did with Russell when nobody else could see. Yet there were also shared secrets and each could smile and nod as the other passed in the hallway, knowing that the other knew but would say nothing.

Things took a dark turn at the end of that sophomore year when Ashley found herself alone with Sarah and talking about the upcoming summer. Ashley would be busy studying for the SAT for her junior year but she was also looking forward to Russell returning home and becoming available for her daily needs on a regular basis. Craig had grown stale, a constant sexual pleasure she made use of, but she was also very aware of his having a couple of other girls/women on the side that he never really tried to hide from her. It was easy for Ashley to push Craig aside and, with the coming summer, begin fantasizing about Russell finally settling down and seeing her as his one and only love.

She had dated other boys but found them clumsy and silly, Russell in particular being built up in her mind and enthralling her heart even as he remained silent and distant while off at college. Then came a late spring evening when Ashley asked Sarah about Russell, if she thought he could forgive Ashley for giving herself over to Craig, if Russell really didn’t care about that one-time thing with Lewis, if he could wait for her to graduate from high school, and if Sarah knew about any romances he might be having while off at college.

To be upfront, on that night Sarah was tipsy, maybe drunk, her parents loose with open bottles of wine and unaware or uncaring of the occasional missing bottle of vodka. While Ashley had developed a strict no-drugs or alcohol stance (except for the occasional edible while with Craig) all the other kids she knew, including Russell and Craig, imbibed whenever they had the chance. So Sarah was not her normal guarded self when she took another sip of Zinfandel, laughed and told Ashley she was a dope and was fooling herself about Russell. Sure, Sarah said, Russell liked Ashley, may possibly come home and announce that she was his one true love, but Ashley’s understanding of the past and the present was built on fiction and fantasy.

To a stunned Ashley, Sarah let the truth pour out. It seems that Russell and Craig had planned that poolside seduction of her two years before. Craig was expected to break in on Russell and Ashley and pretend to be jealous, to demand her attention, to be sad at how much Russell loved Ashley. But it was all a con, a way to make Ashley believe in Russell’s proclaimed affections. Neither of the young men had ever thought that Ashley would let them go all the way, allow her to fuck one and then another. Ashley turned into Russell’s best wet dream ever, opening her legs and allowing Russell to have free reign of Ashley’s body throughout the summer. Even Craig’s professed love was a come on, a way to pull her into bed, something he and Russell laughed about in private.

Did they like Ashley, think she was fun and nice and everything? Of course, but more than anything she was a hot and exotic Indian whore willing to spread her legs and let all the boys literally cum inside, over and over again. As far as that first year of sex went, it was all just a competition between the two boys to see who could get Ashley to do the most extreme sexual thing. Even Sarah had been in on it, actually betting that Ashley would be open to Sarah walking in and getting Ashley to suck Russell’s cream from out between her legs. She lost that bet, but Ashley had shown she was no prude and had done just about everything else Craig and Russell had asked of her.

At first Ashley was speechless, then began showing her anger, causing Sarah to walk back and admit her own indiscretions. She admitted that none of the girls at school were as pure as they pretended to be and that Ashley was in good company. Nothing new there, but then Sarah tried to apologize, saying that as often as she played around with her brother and Craig, she also pushed Ashley to keep visiting their beds. To Sarah it was a fun game, a way to get hers while getting off by convincing Ashley to do even more.

Sarah apologized with each shocking revelation, but the revelations seemed to be unending, and finally Ashley simply stopped listening. Ashley’s mind had gone numb, shocked into silence as Sarah’s confessions were picked apart and absorbed into her brain. Ashley rose and stormed out and made her way home and then cried her way through finals, unsure of whether to commit suicide or tear Sarah’s eyes out.

Sarah’s words hurt, and it was hard not to obsess over them all through that very sleepless week. “Come on Ashley, nobody can fuck like you. I mean, seriously, fucking two guys on your first try, then almost daily sessions with Russell on top of you. You wore the guy out, literally sucked him dry.”

“You said I was supposed to, that he was taking advantage of you, that he needed me,” argued Ashley, only feeling stupid once the words were out.

“Yeah, and you did a great job. Almost took my lust-fueled big brother away from me. He still made it into my room from time to time, but then you took on Craig as well. Seriously Ashley, not too many pussies out there that could fuck one guy in the morning, empty another guy that night, and then all the next morning suck and fuck them both dry in a three way. Yeah, I did them both at times but never as good as you. I may be easy when a guy gets me drunk and loaded, but you’re the one who intentionally walks into their rooms every day and brings them to attention.”

Ashley had no answer to this, rejecting the accusation that she regularly took them both on at the same time, then shaking her head, wondering long into the night if Sarah were right. She decided that Sarah was playing her and couldn’t be trusted, that Russell and Craig were both assholes, and she wanted to face them both.

Russell made the first move, coming by two weeks later, just a day after his return home. He would only be in town for a week, an internship at some office awaiting him, but he had heard from Sarah what Ashley now knew and wanted to explain, to make Ashley feel better, to know how much he did care.

In the end Russell did admit that it was all planned, all part of a lust-fueled summer of fun. And as Ashley threw it back in his face, he reminded her that she was the one who allowed it to happen, had enjoyed the sex, had pulled Craig in, had even participated in a threesome, then regularly went back and forth between him and Craig. These were all things Ashley could have walked away from but chose not to. He never brought up Lewis, but he also never admitted to his ongoing relationship with his sister, or any of the girls Sarah said he had played around with at college. In the end, she was a born skank and he was just a guy taking advantage of her unquenchable cunt. What guy wouldn’t?

The words hurt, the reality of the words even more so. In the end, Ashley pushed her love of Russell aside, pretending to study for upcoming college entrance exams while feeling torn between hating all men and hating herself. Craig also felt her wrath, but he was smoother, with apologies and daily requests for her time. By August he was able to talk Ashley back into his bed, dismissing Sarah’s cynicism as lies and professing his own love and need for her. It was easy to believe him, and it felt wonderful to lay in his arms, but she knew she wasn’t his only love and probably never would be. Craig was fun and exciting but by September Ashley decided it was time to give it up. She stopped using the patch, removed Craig’s and Russell’s number from her phone, and decided to ignore men and just focus on school and getting on with her own life. It wasn’t that simple.

Ashley’s junior year was similar to her summer, more chaste but full of study and overwhelmed by self-recrimination. There was the occasional date with a boy, even a date to the junior prom, but with Ashley giving up nothing more than a kiss at the end of the evening. In her mind, men could not be trusted having anything to do with the wonders of sex or the joys of love. Not that she was thinking of going lesbian; that would have been a simple solution but she just didn’t flow that direction. It’s just that sex and intimacy and relationships were known to her and were special and now would just have to wait until she could trust whomever it was that wooed her. Or at least that’s how it came out in her mind.

Even as Ashley swore off men and tried to live the life of a chaste high school girl, she somehow continued an occasional visit to Craig’s loft. He promised nothing to her, and she expected nothing from him, but her visits were an overt admission that sometimes sex and the warmth of a young man, however self-serving, could be a wonderful thing. She knew she was being hypocritical, but also lonely and unsure and in need, so she lived and loved from day to day, just trying to get herself through her junior year, focusing on graduation the following year and finding meaning in in a future life in college in some far away city.

By the spring of her junior year, Ashley had turned into one of the most beautiful young women in her high school. She was very much the tall and voluptuous Indian demon sex goddess, walking the hallways with books in front, trying to hide her very pronounced allure while rejecting all advances. She was no prude, she was just being very careful, seeing her occasional visit to Craig’s lair as just a functional need any girl would need. She knew Craig had other girls over and he probably assumed she had other men, but it was nice to melt into his arms and push the outside world aside from time to time.

With the end of school of her junior year she found herself with a part-time job, an outstanding SAT score, but only a few acquaintances to call and talk with. Even Sarah was gone, acquaintances claiming that she had joined the Navy after an argument with her parents. Ashley knew too well what Sarah had to run away from but didn’t say anything.

In late June she was given a special treat by her father, the use of his car to drive to a neighboring city, do some shopping, and just enjoy life. Maybe a movie, take in a play, up to her. Naturally her step-mother had better things to do so Ashley was left on her own to do what she wished. She took the two-hour drive in mid-morning, doing a bit of shopping in one of the nicer areas of town, buying a couple of dresses for special occasions, a pair of shoes, and finally a pair of name-brand jeans for use during her senior year.

She was standing in front of a blouse and scarf shop trying to imagine different design and color matches when a man pulled himself out of the crowd and stood next to her then asking what was on her mind. Thinking back, she realizes she was dressed nicely, not in the ragged jeans and off-hand shirt of a high school kid. She had carefully chosen a pair of formal slacks with matching short sleeved blazer and white blouse, and of course a pair of heels, short and comfortable but long enough to show off her legs and ass. With her tall alluring shape and her minimal need for make-up, she must have looked like a beautiful young woman with nothing to do but window shop.

The man was well dressed, obviously some sort of business man with better things to do, but they stood there talking fashion for a good ten minutes before he dragged her into the shop and talked her into letting him buy her a particular silk blouse with batik design. He somehow led her into a nearby restaurant for lunch, simple but delicious and lasting a long enjoyable hour during which he talked without pontificating and listened without judgment.

As they left the restaurant he pulled her aside, held her hand, told her he had only another day left there before flying home and that he wanted to spend his last hours with her. This desire from a man was not a shock to Ashley but his open admission and need stunned her. He was handsome, polite, interesting, but he knew she was just a high school student who lived in a nearby town with her parents. She was stunned and felt completely out of her element, but she didn’t say no, and as he put his arm around her waist and walked her toward his hotel, she asked few questions and worried only of what her father might say.