Chapter 5

All of Ashley’s anxiety melted away once John kissed her. She was not afraid; she was terrified. Not of John, not of what they were going to do. She wanted that, she wanted that badly. She was terrified of how much she wanted it. And now, against all possibilities that, out of all people, it was this man she came across, someone unafraid to cross the line and make her dreams come true. Luck had never been her strong suite, but tonight, she would daresay God answered her prayers. Ironic, she knew, being how most people would consider John damned to hell for doing this. But Ashley knew, because she wanted it, God would be OK with it.

She was very well aware of her actions and their consequences. She knew about sex, what it was for, how it worked, the biological changes she was experiencing, the rage in her vagina and even how to best make love, though she doubted she had the sexual discipline to slowly build to a prolonged climax. That didn’t matter though; she didn’t need to, neither of them did. They would have plenty of time to practice. Both of them were violently attracted to each other for very different reasons and Ashley was fine with that. They both were experiencing what was considered a sin, an unholy act; she felt it as a release from her guilt and her pain. She didn’t care for other people or what they thought; they never cared for her. This was her choice, her decision. And she was loving it.

Ashley was also keenly aware of the informal attitude towards sex many people had, something she had learned to adopt during her late nights alone in bed. She often imagined it, dreamed it even, but shut it off with her alarm, ready to commence her day’s duties. But now, well beyond ear’s reach of students, parents, teachers, family ... it was back, full force. That irresistible and the immediate urge that needed to be fulfilled took hold. At this point, she could care less what it was called, whether it was physically expressing their affections for one another or making love. That’s silly, she thought while feeling John’s stiff bulge sliding across her stomach as they breathed in unison. She knew exactly what it was and she knew exactly what to call it.

They were going to fuck. Hard. Like animals, but worse than animals. Animals don’t care about what age they are when they fuck; people are pressured by other people about the morals with fucking in the first place, especially underage fucking. The very thing she was doing was something even her father may look down upon, may even find some sense of nobility and try to kill John, but probably more because he fucked what was his rather than he fucked his little girl. This made Ashley sweat. This made Ashley want John even more. This turned Ashley on. She kissed him more passionately, trying different things, letting her tongue slide in and out of his mouth. John was going to fuck the shit out of her, but she was also going to fuck the shit out of him.

Her tongue action must’ve put him into a trance because he stopped kissing her and grabbed her by the waist. He easily lifted her up in the air, carried her to the wall and semi-violently pounded her against it. The vibration the wall emitted nearly made an old grandfather clock tip over onto the floor. John raised her legs over his shoulders so his face was at the bottom of her skirt. He folded the skirt up and gave her pussy a long and careful look. He looked into her eyes and smiled, then disappeared underneath.

Ashley felt him kissing her on the insides of her thighs. Slowly at first, then with a steady licking motion. Sharp stabs of wonderful pain flashed between her thighs. Her body felt every touch, every caress, making her pussy, clit and tiny breasts tingle with such wonder that her head started to spin. Everything was so hard she was about to burst. She couldn’t take it; she wanted John to fuck her right then.

John moved his way up to her pussy and licked the small, delicate lips she had. His tongue explored the edges, adding little moisture to what was already soaked in rain and her own doing. John stuck two fingers in his mouth, soaking them in saliva. Removing them from his mouth, he pointed them at her vagina, reached forward and slowly applied pressure to her mostly intact hymen.

“No,” Ashley moaned. John looked up, distracted.

“What is it?” John asked.

“It’s OK ... I just ... I know what you’re trying to do...” She gasped between breaths. “I just ... I want you ... right now. I want it ... first ... please.”