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The Basement Club
by Demetrius (no address provided)
***
A wet summer holiday leads to a series of life-
changing events for four school friends. (mf-teens,
cpls, youths, 1st, mast, oral, rom)
***
Author Note: This story is totally fictitious and is
designed only for your reading pleasure. The author
does not advocate any of the situations and practices
included here.
***
The summer of 1998 turned out to be one of the wettest
ever recorded in British Columbia. For most of the
kids at Princess Mary High, the miserable weather on
the last day of the summer semester failed to dampen
their excitement for, during the impending holidays,
many were heading out of province to visit family or
friends in sunnier parts of Canada. Others were even
headed out of the country for trips with parents to
Europe, Mexico, Hawaii and any number of other
destinations more, or less, exotic. But for one
quartet of 15-year old students in particular, the wet
weather indirectly changed their lives and led to a
summer that none of them would ever forget.
Steve Kowalchuk was everyone's idea of the
archetypical computer nerd; tall, skinny, with
sparkling brown eyes behind dark-rimmed glasses, and
an unruly mop of lank brown hair. As though determined
to live up to the stereotype, he was usually dressed
in mismatched clothes that looked as though they had
never been pressed since he first got them. But what
he lacked in fashion sense, he more than made up for
in skill and passion for his pet subject... computer
programming. He often talked about it in terms so
rarefied that even his fellow enthusiasts were soon
over their heads. In short, he was a geek amongst
geeks.
It may have been partly genetic. His father was a
Mathematics Professor and his mother was a Marketing
Analyst. That year, both were travelling in the Far
East, leaving Steve to look after the house under the
nominal supervision of an elderly aunt who lived
nearby but who confined her involvement to a brief
telephone call once a week. Having the house to
himself suited Steve admirably since he was given to
highly irregular hours, sometimes sitting at the
computer all night if a project had really caught his
imagination.
Angelina (Gina) Amadelli was the youngest child of a
large Italian family. Her parents, Alberto and Lucia,
owned a highly successful small restaurant on the
City's east side and, from the time she was old enough
to wipe a table, she had helped her parents on
weekends and holidays, alongside her older sister
Bettina and her brother Marco. Other siblings had
already married and moved out to their own homes but
the family was close and still got together as often
as they could.
Gina had the olive skin and curly black hair that was
common to one with her Latin heritage. Although she
was generally regarded as a "looker", she hated the
fact that she was only 5'2", especially as she figured
that she had probably done all the growing she was
going to do. She was also unsure if she appreciated
nature endowing her with a 36-inch D-cup breasts since
just about all the guys she knew tended to talk almost
exclusively to her chest.
Traditional Catholics, her family was extremely
protective of "their baby" and she was not allowed out
of the house in the heavy make-up and the figure-
hugging fashions favoured by most of her peers. Her
ultra-conservative clothing would have made her a
laughing stock at school had she not been the first to
make all the self-deprecating jokes but she was also
feisty enough to look after herself if push came to
shove. She had won herself a degree of acceptance
because she was funny but her circle of close friends
was extremely small.
Principal among them that year was an unlikely ally.
Ashley Gunnarsen was her polar opposite. She was very
tall – 5' 10", and still growing. Slim as a willow
wand, small-busted and with long blonde hair, she was
the very picture of Scandinavian beauty. Ashley was
extremely shy, exceptionally bright and, therefore,
quite intimidating to most of her peers. Her father,
Matts, had been a structural engineer who had moved to
Vancouver from Stockholm, with his wife Astrid, in the
late 1960's to start his own company. He had been very
successful and would frequently fly his own four-
seater aircraft to projects all over the province.
One flight was due to take him up to Bella Coola. The
West Coast mountains of British Columbia are
considered to be amongst the most dangerous places on
earth to fly because of the speed with which the
weather can change. Matts had taken off from Vancouver
in perfect VFR weather but a sudden low pressure
system had caused clouds to sweep in off the ocean and
envelop him as he was flying into a narrow pass
through the mountains. In virtually zero visibility,
he had flown into a wall of rock while attempting to
make a 180-degree turn. The ensuing investigation had
ruled that the accident was caused by pilot error and
the fine print in his life insurance policy had
allowed the carrier to invalidate his coverage.
As a result, Astrid had been forced to sell their
lovely family home in Shaughnessy and she and Ashley
now lived in a pleasant two-bedroom waterfront
apartment overlooking False Creek, close to the city's
core. Even with the move, Astrid had to work two jobs
to maintain their standard of living and was usually
gone for most of the day and all evening.
On school days, Ashley would get home in the
afternoon, prepare an evening meal for the two of
them, and exchange news briefly of the day's events
before her mother dashed out again. Then she would
normally have a chat on the phone with Gina before
spending a solitary evening studying. Ashley enjoyed
Gina's sense of humour and envied her boldness. Gina
was in awe of Ashley's "blonde goddess" aura and
envied the way that she could make any clothes look
the height of fashion.
Kevin Bainbridge was an outsider for a different
reason. He had recently decided that he wanted to
become an actor. And he had an inside track. His
parents, Tom and Kathy, worked in Vancouver's thriving
film industry. Tom was a much sought-after Director of
Photography and Kathy usually found herself in charge
of the costume department.
As often as possible, they worked on the same project,
which meant that they were usually gone for 16 hours a
day. The downside was that Kevin saw very little of
them. The upside was that he was able to get onto film
sets. Over the years, he had met and talked with a
number of internationally recognised names and had had
his appetite for the business whetted.
He was slight of build and had what he would describe
as average looks. Definitely not a "jock' but, as he
pointed out to his parents, there is as much work for
average guys as there is for stars. However, in a
world where "jocks" rule, Kevin found himself regarded
with some suspicion. Some figured that he had ideas
too big for his boots and a few even figured him for a
"faggot". Kevin had learned to just ignore such
comments and go his own way.
The only person who had been marginally supportive was
Ashley who, when she had learned of his ambition, had
said quietly "Go for it, Kevin". Kevin had been
stunned. He had formed a major crush on her weeks
before but didn't think that she knew even his name.
He could never have imagined summoning up the courage
to approach her before that but now maybe, one day...
The first weekend of the summer holiday began as it
meant to go on ... wet! Kevin spent a rare day with
his parents on the Saturday and then, on Sunday, began
to give serious thought as to how to utilise the days
ahead. He came to the conclusion that, if he was going
to become an actor, he should start researching where
the best training was to be found and what the
admission requirements might be, so that he could
begin to focus his studies.
The one restriction that Tom and Kathy had placed on
him was that he was not to use Tom's computer. It
stored all their contracts, work records, financial
records and their contact database. Even the
accidental loss of those files would have been a major
inconvenience and Kevin respected their reasons. He
considered who else he knew who might have Internet
access, and immediately thought of Steve.
It took no more than a quick telephone call for Steve
to invite him to stop by his place the next day. Steve
enjoyed demonstrating his computing skills and was
always willing to help anyone interested in learning.
As Kevin hung up the phone and realised that he was
taking an important first step, self-doubt began to
creep into his mind. Was he perhaps being unrealistic?
Was acting something that he could do? And then he
remembered Ashley saying, "Go for it". What had made
her say it? Well, why not ask her! He'd been looking
for any excuse to talk to her and this would serve as
well as anything else.
He looked up her number and, feeling a knot forming in
his stomach, called her, expecting to get an answering
machine. She answered on the first ring.
"This is Ashley."
"Hi, Ashley. It's Kevin Bainbridge."
"Oh, hi Kevin. You're a surprise. I was expecting it
to be Gina."
"No, just me. Look, I know this is kind of weird but I
wanted to ask you about something you said the other
day."
"Sure, okay. What did I say?"
"It was when you heard that I wanted to get into
acting. It seems that just about everybody I know at
school thinks I'm nuts, except you - and I was
wondering what you really thought about the idea."
"Me? Wow. Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"Okay, let me think.
There was a few seconds pause before she spoke again.
"Well... I have no idea if you have the talent but at
least you have the connections to find out. It seems
to me that if there is something that you really want
to do in life and you have the opportunity to do it,
you'd have to be crazy not to go for it. At least,
that way, you won't ever look back and say, 'If only'.
Besides, you could just as easily be great."
"I see what you mean. Thanks, Ashley. That makes
sense. While we're talking, can I ask you something?"
"I guess."
"I know how the guys at school give a hard time to
anyone who wants to do something different, but have
you ever thought about fashion modelling?"
There was a long pause.
"Ashley?"
"Sorry, Kevin. It's just that... well, I've been
approached on the street several times by fashion
scouts but, in every case, they were really just
trying to sell me a training programme. I looked into
it but the training, and the portfolio they say I must
have, cost several thousand dollars. We just don't
have that sort of cash at the moment."
"Is it something you would want to do though? I think
you'd be great."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence. Yes, there's a
part of me that would like to be successful at it,
although I'm not sure that I'm ready for some of the
more extreme clothes that you see on the runway these
days. But, in any case, it's out of the question at
the moment."
"That's just the local scene. I would think that if
you were seen by some of the bigger international
agencies, you'd probably find one that would be happy
to sign you up and provide the necessary training."
"Maybe, but I've no idea how I would find out where to
contact them."
"Hey, that's the easy part. I'm going over to Steve's
place tomorrow to research acting schools. I know he'd
help you find addresses for Modelling Agencies. It's a
starting point at least. Why don't you come over too?"
"I don't know, Kevin. Gina and I were planning to go
to the Mall together."
"Ashley, you can go to the Mall anytime. You just told
me that if I had an opportunity, I'd be crazy not to
go for it. You lose nothing by learning more and,
besides, it will probably be fun. Bring Gina with you.
Steve won't mind."
"You know what, Kevin, you're right. I guess I should
be prepared to follow my own advice. Look, I'll call
Gina and, if she's up for it, we'll stop by. What
time?"
"Around 10.30 to 11.00."
"Fine. If we don't show, it's because Gina has other
plans. Otherwise, we'll see you at Steve's in the
morning."
"Great! And thanks."
"Thanks?"
"For encouraging me."
"Oh, that. You're welcome. Thanks yourself. See you."
"Right."
Kevin sat back and couldn't quite stop smiling.
MONDAY
Kevin tucked his head down and trudged through the
steady summer downpour to arrive at Steve's home a few
minutes before 10:30. Steve came to the door in his
usual dishevelled state; bare feet, old jeans with the
knees torn out, black T-shirt and hair all over the
place. Kevin shucked off his waterproof jacket and
Steve hung it in the hall closet. He led Kevin down a
flight of stairs to the basement.
The basement consisted mainly of one large room plus a
storage area, laundry facilities and a washroom at the
foot of the stairs. At the far end, Steve had set up
his computer equipment, which was dominated by a 24"
monitor. The CPU was state of the art, assembled from
components, by Steve himself and the adjacent bench
was covered with peripherals; router, printer,
scanner, external hard drives and various pieces of
hardware that Kevin was totally unable to identify. He
did note however that, although Steve's appearance
might seem scruffy, his work area was extremely well
organized and surprisingly tidy.
The whole room was carpeted and had two mismatched,
three-seat sofas on opposing walls, each covered with
a number of colourful cushions. Kevin followed Steve
over to the computer.
"So, what exactly was it you wanted to find out?"
"I want to get a list of Acting Schools in North
America and perhaps England. I need to find out what
their entry requirements are."
"Shouldn't be a problem. We can start with a string
search in Google"
He tapped some keys on the keyboard and connected to
the Internet. He clicked on an icon and the "Google"
search engine appeared.
"There you go. Now all we have to do is enter what it
is we are looking for and it does the rest."
At that moment, the front door bell chimed.
"Who the hell is that?" Steve exclaimed. "I'm not
expecting anyone."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. I mentioned to Ashley that
I was coming here and she has something she'd like to
look up as well. She'll probably have Gina with her. I
hope that's okay."
"No problem. Under that old-fashioned gear Gina wears,
I reckon she's quite a fox."
He bounded up the stairs and Kevin heard voices in the
hallway as the girls came in and rain gear was hung in
the closet. Gina was the first to appear down stairs.
She was dressed as she might have been for school;
black skirt to below the knees, white blouse, little
or no makeup. She was laughing and talking up a storm,
as usual.
"Wow, Steve. Do you really have this place to yourself
all summer? You are lucky. What a great space. Hi
Kevin. Hey, look at this stuff. Is it all yours? Did
you build it? What does it all do?"
Steve followed her down the stairs grinning at her
chatter. Behind him came Ashley and, at the sight of
her, Kevin felt his pulse-rate increase. She was
wearing a pair of form-fitting grey pants that were
tailored to perfection and a pink roll-neck sweater
that clung to her slender frame. She smiled at him and
nodded a greeting.
"Make yourselves comfortable," Kevin said as he sat
back down at the computer. "We were just looking up
some stuff for Kevin when you arrived."
Kevin stood looking over Steve's shoulder and the two
girls fanned out beside him as Steve proceeded to
explore some of the sites brought up by the search
string. Over the next twenty minutes, they printed off
pages of information which Kevin scooped up and
arranged in one neat pile. Finally, they had exhausted
the relevant sites on the list.
"Who's for a coke?" Steve asked.
"Please," answered three voices in unison and Steve
dashed upstairs to fetch a six-pack from the fridge.
"So what was it that you wanted to find out, Ashley?"
he asked, as they stood round drinking their sodas.
"Oh, it's not important," Ashley replied.
"Of course it is," said Kevin at once. "Ashley wanted
to get a list of the major international modelling
agencies around the world. I think she'd make a great
fashion model."
"Me too," Gina added.
"Right on, Ashley," Steve enthused. "Besides, I have
no problem with looking at sexy supermodels."
He sat back down at the computer. This time, Gina
stood to his left and Ashley to his right. Kevin took
up a position behind Ashley and, as he did so, caught
a waft of perfume, light and fragrant. It took him a
moment before he realised that what he was smelling
was her long, lustrous hair, which fell down her back
to well below her shoulders. He leaned forward a
little and inhaled again, feeling a sharp stirring in
his groin. To his embarrassment, he saw Gina staring
at him.
He grinned sheepishly at her and turned his attention
back to the screen. Steve typed in "modeling" as a new
search string. The screen changed instantly.
"Fucking hell," he gasped and then looked up at the
girls. "Sorry, but look at that!"
He pointed to a line that said "Results 1 – 10 of
5,850,000".
"That's nearly six million sites. We'd better refine
the search."
He typed in Fashion Modeling and the numbers changed
to 177,000.
"That's a bit more manageable. Now let's see."
He opened up some twenty sites in succession from the
first three pages of results. As well as contact
information, they found online portfolios with more
than a few pictures of models who were either nude or
wearing ultra-revealing clothing. Kevin noted that
Ashley went very quiet as these images flashed onto
the screen. He and Kevin ogled the female models,
picking out their favourites. Steve printed off
contact addresses for the larger, better-known
Agencies, and Gina and Ashley collected the sheets
together.
"I think that will do for the moment, Steve," said
Ashley at the end of an hour.
"Okay," said Steve. "If you're sure."
"Steve," said Gina, "we've only got through the first
three pages of listings. What about later pages? What
are they?"
Steve opened a page from the middle of the queue and
looked at the headers.
"Looks mainly like so-called glamour models."
Gina pointed to one site at random.
"Try that one."
Steve opened up the home page to reveal a series of
thumbnail pictures of the "glamour models"
represented.
"She's pretty," said Gina, pointing at a tiny image.
Steve double-clicked on the thumbnail and a new set of
mini images opened up, each of the same girl wearing
less and less clothing in each shot. In the later
ones, she was completely naked and had produced a very
phallic looking dildo, which she then proceeded to
kiss.
"My god," said Gina. "If that's 'glamour', what on
earth is on the last pages?"
"Probably hardcore porn sites," Steve grinned.
"Porn sites?" Gina giggled.
"Probably. As far as the net is concerned, porn makes
the money and a few porno sites pop up in almost any
category that you search."
Gina was positively bouncing up and down.
"Can we look at a couple?"
"Gina," Ashley gasped.
"Oh, come on, Ashley. Don't wimp out on me. I may not
get another chance for ages. Think of it as
educational. The guys got to see naked girls. I've
never seen a real adult male naked in my life, and if
my parents have their way, I never will... not until
I'm safely married off. Not even then if they thought
that they could prevent it. And, unless you've been
lying to me, neither have you. Here's our chance.
Besides, I'd rather do my exploring remotely, through
the computer than up close and personal in the back
seat of some horny jock's truck."
Ashley blushed.
"Well, I guess that Kevin and I have both looked at
what we wanted to see. I suppose it's only fair that
you have your turn. But, honestly, Gina!"
"Hey, it'll be a laugh, and at least then I'll know
what the girls at school are talking about. After all,
we're all friends here. Come on Steve. Click that
mouse."
"It's naked men you're looking for, is it?" Steve
grinned.
"You've got it."
"You probably need some of the gay sites then."
"Gay sites?"
Kevin sounded nervous.
"That's right," Steve replied, "although most of the
hardcore sites will have both men and women. But if
it's naked men Gina wants, the gay sites are the
place."
"You seem to know an awful lot about it," Kevin
observed.
"Well, like I say, they're hard to avoid a lot of the
time but it can become pretty boring very quickly."
"Stop talking and get clicking," Gina snapped.
Steve smiled at her and started working with the mouse
and keyboard. In moments, a new page of headers
appeared and he clicked on the first site. There was a
gasp from both Gina and Ashley as the first picture
appeared.
"My God, look at the size of that thing," gasped Gina.
Picture after picture streamed across the screen
showing males of all ages, races, and sizes, each
seemingly gifted with a prodigious member that was
clearly seen either flaccid or erect. It was Kevin's
turn to fall silent as feelings of inadequacy filled
his mind. He noted that, in spite of her protests,
Ashley was not turning away. She did however look
thoughtful.
Gina continued to giggle and make jokes until they
encountered a site that featured male couples doing
what gay male couples do. At this point, Steve closed
the Internet connection and looked up at the others.
"Anyone fancy a sandwich?"
That broke the tension.
"I'll help," said Gina immediately, and she and Steve
headed for the kitchen.
Ashley turned and Kevin was surprised to see that her
nipples were clearly erect beneath her sweater. She
saw him looking at her chest and turned scarlet,
folded her arms in front of her and marched off up the
stairs. He followed her, grinning.
In the kitchen, Gina and Steve had busied themselves
with bread, butter, mayo, cheese and tomatoes. Kevin
glanced out of the window and saw that it was still
raining hard.
"Not much of a day out there," he commented.
"If you want to hang out here this afternoon, it's
fine with me. It's been fun having someone to talk to
for a change."
"Sure. Why not?" Gina smiled. "What about it, Ash?"
"If you like. Sure."
"It's okay with me," Kevin nodded.
"Great. Let's eat," said Steve, passing out the
sandwiches.
The chatter ranged over a wide range of topics as they
munched the food and drank more cokes. When they had
finished, Gina stacked plates in the dishwasher,
together with other crockery and cutlery that had
accumulated in the sink over the weekend.
"You really should wash up at least twice a year," she
quipped.
"You reckon?" Steve grinned.
After lunch, they trooped back down the stairs. Steve
grabbed four large cushions from the sofas and
arranged them in a loose circle on the floor. He sat
on one and the others joined him on the floor, Kevin
facing him. The girls sat, one either side between the
boys.
"Steve," said Gina, "thanks for helping us all out
today."
"Yes, Steve," Kevin added. "That was a great help.
Thanks."
"Me too," said Ashley. 'Thank you."
"Hey, guys. It was no biggie. I'd probably have spent
the morning down here anyway."
"Well, it was quite an eye-opener for me, I can tell
you" laughed Gina. "My parents would kill me if they
knew what I'd been looking at. Correction, first,
they'd kill Steve for showing me. Then they'd kill me
for looking!"
"I think you're safe," Kevin smiled. "None of us is
likely to tell them. Besides, Gina, you can see almost
as much on television these days."
"Not in our house you can't. Honestly, I don't get it.
I mean, I love my parents and all that, but I don't
understand them. Sex is a taboo subject. They've never
talked to me about it...thank God! What an
embarrassing session that would be. I mean, I know
school teaches us the basics but you can't pretend
that those drawings prepare you for... for what we saw
earlier. No wonder a lot of teens learn most of what
they know "on the job", as it were."
"True," said Steve. "And then adults wonder why things
sometimes go wrong and some kids find themselves in
trouble."
"Hey," Gina laughed suddenly, "this is great. It's the
first time I've ever felt comfortable talking about
this stuff with guys around. We should do this again."
"Anytime," said Steve. "This place is always
available."
"I've got an idea," said Gina. "I really mean it when
I say that I feel comfortable here with you guys. I
think it would be great to have a place like this
where we could talk about absolutely anything we
wanted, and know that nothing we said would ever leave
the room. I mean, think about it. Nobody at school is
ever really totally honest when they talk to you. 'I
like your hair' when what they mean is 'it looks a
mess'. 'Nice shoes' means 'if they ever come back into
fashion'. You know what I mean?"
"I do," said Kevin. "Although guys are much more in
your face. I have absolutely nothing in common with
the football and hockey crowd but I feel very
comfortable here, and I'd certainly go along with Gina
if you other two agree."
"You already know that I'm in," said Steve.
"What about you, Ash?" asked Gina.
"I guess."
"You don't sound too sure"
"No, it's not that. No, if you're all up for it, it's
fine with me too."
"Okay," said Steve. He assumed the pompous tone of a
politician. "The Basement Club" is hereby formally
constituted. Within its sacred precincts, each and
every word we utter shall be the truth, the whole
truth and nothing but the truth, and whatsoever is
said or done here will never be spoken of beyond these
four walls to others. Hands up all in favour."
Four hands rose as one.
"Carried," said Steve.
"One other suggestion," said Kevin. "Since there are
four of us, if something comes up on which there may
be disagreement, we should all go along with a simple
majority decision. Is everyone okay with that?"
Again, four hands went up
"Okay, Gina," said Steve. "The club is in session. Was
there something in particular you wanted to talk
about?"
"No, not really. Well, yes actually. I guess there
was. Curiosity more than anything else."
"Go ahead."
"Well, I was going to ask you and Kevin a question,
but now I'm not sure."
"Hey, what did we just all agree to? And it was your
idea in the first place."
"Okay. Well, when I was asking you to find me some
naked guys earlier, I sort of made it obvious that
both Ashley and I are still virgins."
Ashley rolled her eyes.
"Ye gods, Gina. Could you be a little more
embarrassing, do you think?"
"I'll try," Gina smiled. "So here's the question. You
know about us but we don't know about you. Are either
of you two still virgins?"
Steve swallowed hard but did not avert his gaze.
"Gina, don't you know that computer geeks are right at
the very bottom of the pile when it comes to finding
girlfriends. So, no, I haven't done the deed yet. At
least, not with another person."
Even Ashley grinned at that. Gina gave Steve a smile.
"Actually, I think you're quite cute," she said, then
looked over at Kevin
"What about you, Kevin?"
Even though he knew it was coming, Kevin felt the heat
in his face but he took his cue from Steve.
"I guess that would-be actors rank only slightly
higher than nerds when it comes to girlfriends so I've
had no more luck than Steve so far. Not that it
bothers me too much."
He saw the looks of disbelief.
"I'm lying of course," he added with a grin.
"Holy Mary," said Gina. "Four virgins. What are the
odds of that? Ashley, how come you still are? I mean,
Papa would kill any man who came near me but you're
gorgeous and you have an apartment to yourself most of
the time. So how come? You have to tell the truth
remember."
"For one thing, I've never dated. For another, I don't
think I'm ready. Actually, having seen those pictures
today, I know I'm not ready."
Gina looked thoughtful.
"What is it about sex that makes it so interesting, do
you think? Steve, you told us that porn is everywhere
on the net and that it quickly becomes boring. But you
and Kevin were getting quite turned by those naked
models. What's the big attraction if you've seen it
all before?"
"I don't know, Gina. Probably what you said... you
know... curiosity. Some of those models are pretty
good-looking and they've got great bodies. I guess it
just makes guys feel good."
"Horny, you mean."
"That too."
"Well, it's been quite a day. I never imagined when we
came here this morning that I'd get to see my first
adult naked male."
"Well," said Steve. "Technically, you haven't."
"What do you mean?"
"What you saw was a photograph of a naked male. Not
quite the same thing."
"True, but as close as I'm likely to get for a hundred
years."
"As this is true confession time," Steve said, "I
guess that I should say that pictures are as close as
I've ever come too, if that makes you feel any
better."
"Not really," said Gina. "You too Kevin?"
Kevin nodded. "Sad but true."
"God, we're a pathetic group," Gina laughed. "We all
admit we're curious – well, all except Ashley
maybe..."
"Oh, I think Ashley is curious as well," said Kevin
with a grin.
Gina pounced on the comment. "How come? Do you know
something we don't know?"
"Kevin!" Ashley warned.
"Let's just say that pictures can stimulate girls as
well as guys."
Ashley blushed furiously, folded her arms and looked
at the floor. Gina giggled at Kevin.
"Well, I noticed that sniffing a girl's hair has the
same effect on some people."
It was Kevin's turn to blush as Ashley turned to stare
at him.
"I can see that this is going to take practice," Gina
sighed.
"What is?" asked Ashley
"Being honest with each other. I mean, why is it that
we have such trouble saying what we mean, especially
to friends?"
Kevin considered the question for a moment. "Perhaps
because we don't want to unintentionally hurt their
feelings and risk losing the friendship."
"Okay, true, but if we are really friends, it should
be a given that we care for each other and wouldn't
ever try to hurt anyone deliberately. For example,
Kevin, what would be so wrong with you admitting to
Ashley that you are totally nuts about her?"
Kevin was stunned.
"Don't deny it. You can hardly take your eyes off her.
You got a hard on just sniffing her hair."
Kevin didn't know where to look. All three were now
staring at him.
"Jeez, Gina," he spluttered. "You could embarrass for
Canada."
"Maybe, but we promised to answer questions honestly
and that's not an answer."
"Okay, well then, of course I like Ashley. What's not
to like?"
"So, tell her, you idiot, not me," Gina giggled.
"I'm sorry, Ashley. It's just that I've always
preferred tall, slim girls to the Playboy types and,
..."
Ashley gave a quick, meaningful glance down at her
breasts.
"Well, I certainly couldn't be less like Playboy
material. Gina, on the other hand..."
The boys both turned and Gina saw their eyes go to her
own substantial assets. She felt herself turning pink.
"Hey, it's not my fault. Blame genetics."
"I'm not complaining," said Steve. "You'd stack up
against any of the girls that we saw on the net today,
as far as I'm concerned."
"Thank you, Steve... I think... but I can't imagine
ever posing for pictures like that and then having
people all over the world staring at them, and worse."
"Pity," Steve lamented. "I bet you'd be well worth
looking at!"
Gina gave him a questioning look. Steve held her gaze.
"Well, you asked me to be honest," He added.
"That's true. I did. Okay, thank you. And at least you
two guys have looked me in the eye as you talked to me
today, not just stared at my boobs."
"And I think Ashley would make some of those
supermodels look plain by comparison" Kevin grinned.
"For what it's worth, Ashley, I love your body just as
it is."
"You've never seen it," she snapped back.
"True, but I can dream, can't I?"
"Well, I certainly can't stop you, can I!" she said
grim-faced.
"Ashley, you're not being fair," said Gina. "There are
guys who turn you on too. From what Kevin said
earlier, you were turned on this morning, so don't
pretend that you are offended."
"I'm not offended," Ashley said more gently. "I'm
sorry if I snapped at you, Kevin. I'm pleased that you
like me as I am; of course I am. I'm just not used to
talking about this stuff yet."
"Look," said Steve, "why don't we change the subject
for a while. How often do you guys want to get
together? As far as I'm concerned, this place is
available all summer. The weather this week looks as
though it's going to be the shits so, if you want to
make this a regular hangout until it clears up and we
can get outside..."
"Why not!" Gina said at once. "I'm not expected to
help out at the restaurant until later this summer.
What do you say, Ash?"
"I've nothing special planned. As long as I'm home in
time to make dinner for mum, the rest of the time is
mine, so, okay. I'll fit in with the rest of you."
"Me too," said Kevin, hardly able to believe his luck
that he might get to spend more time with Ashley that
summer than he could ever have hoped for.
"Right. Why don't we all meet here around 10.30 each
morning and see how things go," Steve suggested.
"I'll bring lunch tomorrow," Gina volunteered.
And that is what they decided to do. When they broke
up, Gina and Ashley walked off through the rain with a
wistful Kevin watching them until they turned the
first corner.
TUESDAY
Another wet but warm day saw the group arrive almost
simultaneously at Steve's door. He answered the bell,
dressed much as the previous day, although the T-shirt
was different and he was wearing a pair of white socks
which were inside out. As they took off their
rainwear, Kevin noticed that Gina was wearing a black,
lacy blouse over a black bra. The neckline allowed a
small amount of her ample cleavage to show. Her skirt
was also shorter than usual, ending just above her
knees and she was in a higher heel than they had ever
seen her wear before.
"You look nice today, Gina," he said.
Steve turned to look at Gina.
"You sure do," he echoed.
"Thanks guys," Gina smiled.
Ashley was wearing perfectly fitted jeans and a white
sleeveless sweater. Runners and white socks completed
the outfit. Kevin was casual in golf shirt and slacks.
They went down to the basement and took up the same
places on the floor cushions as the day before.
"So, how's it going?" asked Kevin.
Gina looked round the group.
"It was strange when my folks got home last night. I
mean, I had a great time yesterday but there was no
way I could tell them why. 'What did you do today,
sweetheart?' 'Got to look at a bunch of pictures of
naked, gay men.' I don't think so! Luckily, they'd had
a busy day at the restaurant so they were just happy
that I was happy."
"It's easier for us guys," said Kevin. "Steve doesn't
have anyone to tell and my parents get in so late that
all they can think about is getting some sleep before
they are off again next morning."
"What about you, Ashley?" Steve asked. "Everything
okay?"
"Yes, it was fine. Mum was impressed by the fact that
I had a bunch of information on modelling. She was a
bit concerned at first because of the money thing but
I explained Kevin's idea that maybe I could find an
Agency that would train me and she was cool."
"What about you, Steve? What did you do last night?"
asked Gina.
"Well, I put some more RAM in my computer and spent a
little time doing some programming but, mostly, I was
thinking about yesterday and hoping that you would all
show up again this morning."
"Well, we're all here, said Gina "but I'm not sure
that we've all accepted the rules."
"What do you mean?" said Ashley
"I think we are still afraid to say exactly what we
mean."
Steve looked puzzled. "How so?"
"Let me ask Kevin a question," she responded.
"Me?" said Kevin.
"Yes, you. When I got here this morning, you said that
I looked nice. What did you mean exactly?"
Kevin looked puzzled.
"I meant that you looked nice."
"How exactly ...'nice'?"
Kevin shook his head. "Gina, I don't know what it is
you want me to say."
"Just the truth but I can see I'm going to have to
work at this, so let me ask you a different question.
What was I wearing yesterday?"
"Geez, Gina. I don't know. A skirt and a blouse, I
guess."
"Ten out of ten for observation. What am I wearing
today?"
"A different skirt and blouse?"
"So what's different that made you say I looked 'nice'
today?"
"God, Gina. You make it sound as though 'nice' is an
insult. I meant that you look... I don't know...
pretty... sexy."
"At last. There's the word. Thank you, Kevin. That is
the first time that anyone has actually told me to my
face that I look sexy. I actually had to borrow my
sister's clothes to do it but it was worth it. So why
were you so afraid of saying it?"
"I wasn't afraid exactly but you have to be really
careful what you say to people these days. Saying the
wrong thing can get you into real trouble real fast."
"I'm sorry, Kevin. You're right of course, but the
point I was trying to make yesterday was that, amongst
ourselves down here, we can be totally honest. I think
it's great that you and Steve think I'm sexy. I wasn't
too thrilled yesterday when Steve said that he'd like
to see pictures of me naked but, when I thought about
it last night, I was kind of happy to think that he
put me in the same class as some of those models that
I thought were totally gorgeous."
"Well, you are," said Steve.
"Right! Keep on smoking that stuff, buster. Anyway,
although she may not admit it, I know that Ashley was
happy when Kevin compared her body with some of those
supermodels."
Ashley glared at her. "Gina, that was just between you
and me."
"Sorry, Ash, but why? The guys came clean with us.
Shouldn't we be straight with them? I've already
admitted that I think Steve is cute. The least that
Kevin deserves is to know that what he said made you
feel good."
"I said 'thank you'."
"True, but I practically had to twist your arm."
Ashley looked at Gina for a moment and then turned to
face Kevin.
"Gina is quite right, Kevin. I wasn't very nice. As I
said, I'm just not used to talking about this stuff
with anyone. I'm sorry, and thank you."
"It's okay, Ashley. I understand. I get a little
uncomfortable myself, but it is neat to be able to
totally honest for a change."
"How far does this honesty thing go?" said Steve
thoughtfully.
"What are you thinking?" asked Gina.
"Well, is it more important to be honest or to avoid
embarrassing friends, for example."
Kevin cleared his throat. "Well, since I just admitted
to getting uncomfortable, maybe I should try to answer
that. Although all four of us have known each other
for ages through school, we only got together as a
close group for the first time yesterday so it's not
surprising that it is taking a little while to be
totally at ease but, speaking for myself, I see
embarrassment as being a little stupid. I mean, if we
were all guys here, we'd talk about anything, and
probably lie our heads off while we were at it about
our experiences with girls. But here, we've all
admitted to having no experience so we have nothing to
hide really. I vote for honesty."
"Well said, Kevin," said Gina. "Ash?"
"I'll probably be sorry I said this but, yes, I agree
with Kevin on this. Honesty is more important."
"I agree," Gina smiled.
"Now, there's a surprise!" Ashley laughed.
"Great," said Steve "because I've a question. Gina,
why were you so anxious to see those websites
yesterday?"
"I told you. Curiosity. It's like there's this great
band out there that everybody loves but you're parents
say that you're not allowed to listen to it. It drives
you nuts. I know that my family is just trying to
protect me but they don't seem to get it that keeping
sex a big, dark secret is just the thing that might
make me do something stupid, just to find out what
it's all about."
"But now you know... at least about the naked males
anyway."
"I guess. After yesterday, there can't be too many
surprises left... can there?"
"Ashley, what about you? Are you still curious about
things?"
"Of course. I just keep quiet about it is all."
"Kevin, without trying to deliberately embarrass
Ashley, I'm guessing that you would have been very
happy if she had been one of the models showing skin
on the web."
"Shit, Steve."
Keith was aware of Ashley's stare.
"Honestly, I'm not sure. On one side, of course I
would, and if she does decide to go into modelling,
showing some skin will be part of the job but I think
Gina said it yesterday, about not liking the thought
that guys all over the world were staring at her and
getting off on it."
"Okay," said Steve. "My turn for honesty. I think Gina
is a fox and I would love to see her body. Kevin
thinks Ashley is gorgeous and would die to see her
body. Gina is an animal and would probably kill to see
any male body."
Everyone laughed.
"And Ashley at least admits to still having some
curiosity, even if only quietly and to herself. What
if there is a way for us to actually enjoy our
fantasies?"
"What do you have in mind?" Asked Gina.
"A game."
"You're thinking of strip poker, aren't you?" Gina
giggled.
"Not really," said Steve. "I can't play poker. But
something like that... yes."
"Wow," gasped Gina. "Oh, wow! I think my father would
die if he knew I was even thinking about it."
"Are you thinking about it?" asked Ashley in a
strained voice.
"Of course I am," Gina replied. "I can't believe it,
but I am thinking about it. How would it work?"
"I have a suggestion if you are serious about it,"
said Kevin.
"I thought you might," said Ashley coldly.
"Ignore her, Kevin," said Gina. "What is it?"
"Well, we take it in turns to deal each of us six
cards. We look at our cards and pass two to the person
on our left. Then we count up the cards and the person
with the highest number of points gets to take
something off. Aces count as one."
"What if two people have the same score?" asked Gina.
"They each draw another card until one loses."
"That sounds like my sort of game," Gina grinned.
"Basically, no skill required, just dumb luck. Oh,
shit, okay. I'll give a go."
"Kevin?"
"If you guys are in, I'll play."
"What about you, Ashley?"
"It doesn't matter what I think. We all agreed that a
simple majority would make it happen, so you'll go
ahead no matter what I say."
"You could leave if you are really unhappy about it,"
said Gina, "but I hope you won't. If we do decide to
play, I'd like to have some moral support here.
Besides, you might win every hand and not have to take
anything off at all."
Ashley gave Gina a long look and saw the unspoken
pleading in her eyes. She took a deep breath.
"Well, as we're all being so honest, I'm very unsure
about this but I did say I'd go with a majority
decision so I guess that, if you decide to play, I'll
stay."
"And play?" asked Steve.
"And play," said Ashley.
Gina high-fived Ashley.
"Right on, girl."
"Then I guess I'll find us some cards." said Steve and
went up stairs.
He returned with a well-worn pack, removed the jokers
and then shuffled.
"Who wants to deal?" he asked
"You've got them. You deal them," said Kevin.
Steve cut the cards and then dealt them, face down,
onto the floor in front of each player, counting as he
went.
"Gina, Kevin, Ashley, me. Gina, Kevin...."
As soon as all six cards had been dealt, each of them
scooped up their hand and started arranging them.
Suddenly Gina looked up.
"Wait a minute. We've forgotten something."
"What?" asked Steve.
"What are you wearing, Steve? Everything."
"Um, socks, T-shirt, jeans and underpants. Why?"
"Socks count as one item so that's four items. What
about you Kevin?"
"The same. Socks, slacks, golf-shirt and underwear."
"Four again. Ashley?"
"Socks, Jeans, sweater and underwear."
"Bra and Panties?"
Ashley felt a blush starting.
"Yes."
"That's five. Take off your socks. It's not fair if we
have more clothes than the guys."
Ashley hesitated, then leaned forward and removed her
socks and put them on the floor beside her. Kevin
looked at her slender feet, with the carefully applied
polish on each perfectly trimmed nail, and thought
that he had never seen such sexy feet in his life.
Gina's voice brought him back to the game.
"I'm wearing my sister's skirt, my sister's blouse, my
sister's bra and my sister's panties but I'm wearing
my own panty-hose. That's five."
She laid her cards face down on the carpet and stood
up. Facing away from them, she reached up under her
skirt and pulled down the pantyhose, which she
deposited in the middle of the circle. Then she picked
up Ashley's discarded socks and put them in the middle
too before sitting down again.
"Right, now we're all even. So, we pass two cards to
our left. Is that it?"
"Yes," said Kevin.
Cards changed hands all round the group.
"Now we count. As Steve dealt, you declare first,
Gina," said Kevin.
"Just a moment. Kings are thirteen, right?"
"Right"
She spread her cards on the floor so they could all
see them.
"Okay, I make that forty-six."
Steve did a quick check.
"Forty-six is right. Kevin?"
Kevin put his cards down. They were nearly all court
cards.
"Fifty-seven."
"Shit," said Steve. "That will take some beating.
Ashley?"
She fanned out her hand on the floor.
"Fifty."
"And I have thirty-two," said Steve, laying out his
hand. "That makes Kevin the winner of the first
round."
Kevin stretched forward to remove his socks,
"No, Kevin," Gina grinned. "Stand up so we can all get
a good view."
Kevin laughed, stood up, peeled off his socks and
tossed them onto the pile. Then he sat back down.
"Your cards, Gina." Said Steve, handing her the pack.
Gina shuffled the cards a little awkwardly at first
but soon had them distributed around the circle. Once
again there was the selection of discards to be passed
on and a quick totalling of their hands.
"Kevin, You're shout," said Steve.
"Thirty-nine."
"Forty-three" said Ashley
"I've got fifty-five," said Steve. "It's up to you
Gina. What do you have?"
"Forty-nine," she said with a big grin.
Steve stood up, whipped off his socks and passed them
quickly under the noses of the others, laughing,
before dropping them on the floor. Gina passed the
cards to Kevin. He shuffled, cut and dealt very
efficiently. Cards changed hands, numbers were added
and everyone looked at Ashley.
"Twenty-six," she smiled.
"Fifty-five... again" said Steve. "Will you please
stop dealing kings to Ashley. She keeps giving them to
me."
"Forty." Gina declared.
"Forty-four," said Kevin. "Sorry, Steve."
"Look out guys. We girls are going to whip your
asses." Gina giggled.
"We'll see," said Steve as he stood up. He took off
his T-shirt and flexed his arms like a body-builder
before sitting down. He was rewarded with a warm laugh
from Gina, and even Ashley smiled.
Ashley took up the cards and shuffled. She dealt
slowly and precisely until each player had the full
complement of cards.
This time, Kevin lost. Gina was bouncing up and down.
"I warned you. Come on, Kevin. Get it off."
Kevin grinned, stood up, removed his golf shirt and
then sat again. He was aware of Ashley's appraising
glance as he did so and wondered what was going
through her mind at that moment.
The atmosphere got a little more tense when he lost
again on Steve's deal.
"Oh boy," was the best that Gina could manage.
Kevin stood again, more hesitantly this time, and
undid his belt, unzipped his fly and slowly began to
pull off his slacks with Ashley studying his every
move. No emotion showed on her face but the fact that
she was watching him caused his penis to begin
stiffening against his boxers. He quickly finished
removing his slacks and sat, hoping that she had not
noticed his "problem".
Gina dealt again. Kevin had forty-one, Ashley had
forty-five, Steve had thirty-seven. Gina looked at her
cards again. Kevin could hardly breathe. If Gina had
less than forty-five, Ashley was going to have to take
something off and, whatever it was, he figured he was
going to see more of her than he had ever expected to
see.
"Forty-six" said Gina quietly. "On my own deal, too."
She stood. Now that she was facing the moment of
truth, all the bounce had left her. She hadn't really
imagined that it would come to this. It had just been
a game up to this point."
"Gina, you don't have to do this," said Ashley.
It was that which made up her mind.
"Yes, Ashley. I do. I'm shaking, but we all agreed to
play and the guys haven't complained about losing, so
I'm not about to either."
Her fingers were trembling as she tried to unbutton
her blouse. Steve and Kevin watched as slowly, one by
one, she got them undone. A gap appeared down the
middle of the lacy fabric and her bra began to show.
There were six buttons in all and, once she had
managed all of them, she slid the blouse off her
shoulders and arms onto the pile. The boys were
mesmerised. The black bra only just managed to contain
the creamy flesh within. A dark line of cleavage gave
evidence of her ample breasts straining against the
fabric. There was a sharp intake of breath from Steve
as Gina sat.
"Very nice, Gina," he nodded.
"Just deal, Kevin," said Gina, pink in the face.
So Kevin dealt and Steve lost which restored some of
Gina's good humour. He stood and removed his jeans to
reveal black Y-fronts, and tossed them onto the stack
of discarded clothing.
"Nice package, Steve" said Gina with a smile that was
immediately returned.
"Ashley's deal."
When Gina lost again, she gave Ashley a hard look.
"You sure lead a charmed life. You sure you're not
dealing off the bottom?"
She stood.
"Oh, shit, here goes nothing."
She unzipped her skirt and let it drop onto the floor.
Her black panties, made from the same lacy material as
the bra, clung to the generous curves of her buttocks
but, all in all, the outfit was no more revealing than
a bikini. That did not stop admiring glances from
Steve and Kevin. Gina did a little pirouette that
earned her an appreciative whistle before she sat
again.
Steve collected the cards, shuffled, cut and dealt.
The swapping of cards took place. Gina lay down her
hand.
"Twenty-seven. Thank you, Lord." She smiled.
"Thirty-two," Kevin declared.
"Forty-two," Ashley sighed.
Kevin held his breath. The call was the highest so far
but could easily be topped by Steve and he suddenly
realised how much he wanted to see more of Ashley's
tantalising body. He looked at Steve and saw a huge
grin spreading across his face.
"Forty-one. Would you like to count them?"
Ashley gave the cards a cursory scan before standing.
Kevin's heart was pounding in anticipation and his
penis was hard as a rock creating an obvious tent in
his pants. Ashley calmly reached behind her back, slid
her hands up under her sweater and, a moment later,
pulled out a flimsy white bra. She dropped it with the
other clothing and sat back down.
"Strapless," moaned Gina. "How can you get away with
strapless?"
"Not a lot to support," Ashley replied morosely.
Kevin was looking totally crest-fallen. The removal of
her bra had left Ashley's body no more visible to him
than before. True, he could see the slight protrusion
that marked the position of her nipples at the tip of
the gentle swelling of her breasts but it was less
marked than he had seen the day before when she still,
presumably, had a bra on. Ashley saw his look but said
nothing as she waited for Gina to deal again.
There was complete silence now. The guys were down to
their underpants; Gina was left in bra and panties.
Only Ashley was still fully covered but, with the next
hand, that would all change since the odds were
heavily in favour of one of them having to reveal more
of themselves that they had ever done publicly before.
Gina's heart was pounding as she dealt the cards.
Kevin checked his hand.
"Forty-eight."
"Wow," said Gina. "Can anyone beat that?"
"Not me," said Ashley. "Thirty-nine."
"Well, I can," said Steve. "Fifty-six. Okay, Gina. How
many?"
She lay her cards down slowly.
"Thirty-one. Sorry, Steve. If it helps, I'm really,
really glad that the first live naked male that I get
to see for real will be you."
Steve got to his feet.
"Oh, well. I suggested this so I can't blame anyone
else."
He turned his back, pulled down his Y-fronts and
stepped out of them. His slim, white buttocks were
clenched tight and he kept his legs together. Covering
his crotch with one hand, he turned back to face them
and discarded his underwear into the middle of the
circle.
"Steve," said Gina, "you're not going to spoil my
treat, are you?"
"I guess not," he said and took his covering hands
away.
There was a collective gasp. Although not particularly
fat, his uncircumcised, limp penis was at least six
inches long. Kevin saw that both Gina and Ashley were
staring at it and he was reminded again that his own
was far less impressive. He began to dread the
possibility that he might have to follow Steve's
example. What chance did he stand with Ashley when he
was so modestly equipped?
Steve sat.
"That's me out. I just get to sit and watch."
"Why don't you do the shuffling and dealing," Kevin
suggested.
"Is that okay with the rest of you?"
"Sure," said Gina, and Ashley nodded agreement.
The cards circulated, changed hands and were counted.
Gina lost.
"Oh, shit," she said.
"Yes!!" Steve cheered.
Gina got to her feet. As Steve had done, she turned
her back to them, reached behind and unclipped her
bra, tossing it backwards. Then she covered her
breasts, cupping her left breast in her left hand and
the right in her right. Slowly she turned back to face
them.
"I just want you to know that, apart from my mother,
no one has ever seen what you are about to see."
She took her hands away to reveal the most luscious,
melon-sized breasts that Steve had ever seen. Their
creamy young flesh was firm and, in spite of their
size, sank only a little under the influence of
gravity. At their tips were large, brown areolae from
which protruded lighter coloured nipples, fully erect
and tilted slightly upwards. Gina allowed the guys to
look for a moment or two before she sat back down. As
they looked at her, both Steve and Kevin found
themselves sporting erections. Gina was staring at
Steve's massive boner in amazement. He saw her gaze
locked on his groin.
"Jesus, Gina. Sorry, but you're fucking gorgeous,"
gasped Steve. "Absolutely fucking gorgeous!"
"Beautiful, Gina," Kevin added, no longer trying to
hide the fact that his pants were bulging..
Gina was beet red.
"Thank you, guys. Deal, Steve."
With the next hand, Kevin's worst fear was realised.
He lost and found both girls now staring at him as he
stood to shed both his dignity and his boxers. He
decided that, if he was going to do this, he might
just as well face them and get it over and done with.
He slipped his fingers into the waistband of his
shorts and started to slide them down his legs. The
front of the waistband caught on his erect circumcised
penis and pulled it downwards. As it cleared his
shorts, it bounced back as though it was on a spring.
As quickly as he could, he stepped out of his boxers,
tossed them aside and sat. Ashley was looking at him
and he saw a small smile cross her lips. Was it
contempt, he wondered?
"Good on you, Kevin," said Gina. "I guess it's just
Ashley and I now."
Steve dealt again and the girls exchanged two cards
each.
"How many, Ashley," Steve asked.
""Forty-eight."
Gina's head snapped up.
"How many, Gina?" asked Steve.
"Forty-eight."
"Shit... a draw," Kevin gasped.
Steve fanned out the remaining cards and held them in
front of Gina.
"Pick a card," he instructed.
Gina pulled a single card from the middle of the fan.
Steve offered the cards to Ashley. She hesitated and
then took a card from one end, glanced at it, then
held it close to her chest..
"What do you have, Gina?"
"Five," she answered with a smile, holding the card
out for all to see.
"Okay, Ashley. It's all down to you. What've you got?"
Ashley looked at her card again.
"An ace. Does that mean that I've won?"
Gina looked disgusted.
"Yes, and it means that I lose. Jeez, Ashley, when I
said that you might win every hand, you didn't have to
take it seriously."
Ashley was now smiling broadly. Gina got to her feet.
"I don't believe I'm doing this. Okay, Steve. You
wanted to see me naked. Here goes."
She pulled her panties down and off in one swift
movement, placed her hands on her hips and rotated
slowly through a full 360 degrees. Her stomach was
slightly rounded and led down to a large thatch of
black, curly pubic hair that completely hid the
details of her genital area. Her buttocks were plump
and curvaceous, her legs short but well shaped with
the musculature of a dancer.
Steven and Kevin had accepted the fact that now both
had erections that were showing no signs of waning and
could no longer be hidden. Gina nodded at both of
them.
"Thank you for those," she smiled
"Gina, I said it before. You are fucking gorgeous."
Steve grinned.
"You really are pretty, Gina," Kevin added.
Everybody stood and Kevin was acutely conscious once
more that he was stark naked with a major erection and
that Ashley was still fully dressed. He dragged his
eyes away from Gina and looked at her. He found that
Ashley's eyes were on his penis and that her nipples
had, once again, become erect under her sweater. Was
she comparing him with Steve and had Steve turned her
on with his more impressive tool?
"I suppose we should get dressed again," Kevin
stammered.
Gina suddenly moved into the centre of the circle.
"Before we do, can I ask you a huge favour, Steve. Say
no if you want, of course."
"What is it Gina?"
"May I touch it? Just for a moment. I've never been
this close to one before."
"Shit, Gina." There was a pause. "Okay, I guess ...if
you really want to."
The others watched in fascination as Gina reached out
a tentative hand and wrapped it gently around Steve's
shaft.
"Wow, it feels soft and hard at the same time. And
hot."
She allowed her hand to explore along its length and
then gently rolled back Steve's foreskin to reveal the
pinkish red head, which now had a tiny drop of
moisture gleaming at the tip.
"Steve, is it alright if Ashley feels it too?"
"I'll pass thanks, Gina."
"Oh, Ashley. You're such a prude. Come on. Let's get
dressed. I've brought lunch for everyone."
Later, they reassembled in the basement. Gina led off
the discussion once more.
"It already feels as though this morning was a dream
or something. I can't believe that I've now seen you
guys naked, and that you've seen me naked, and that I
still feel sort of comfortable with that."
"Well, if it was a dream, it was a wet one," Steve
joked. "Anyway, it couldn't have been a dream. I can
never remember mine ten seconds after waking up but I
certainly won't forget this morning in a hurry."
"Nor me", Kevin added.
"You're very quiet, Ashley." Gina observed.
"Everything okay?"
"It should be," Kevin complained. "She didn't have to
strip."
Gina pounced on him. "Hey, Kevin. That's not fair.
Ashley didn't really want to join in, but she did and
she played by the rules. Don't pick on her just
because she won."
Kevin looked shame-faced at Gina's outburst.
"I'm sorry, Ashley. I wasn't suggesting that you
cheated or anything like that."
Ashley smiled faintly.
"I know, Kevin. I didn't take it that way. I'm fine.
Just a little confused by what has happened over the
last two days."
"What do you mean, 'confused'?" asked Steve.
"It's hard to explain. If Gina hadn't decided to play
and asked me to stay, there's no way I would have
agreed to join in this morning. As it turned out, I
found that I was not as shocked by seeing you guys
undress as I thought I would be or, perhaps as I
thought I should be."
"I don't get that," said Gina.
"Well," said Ashley "although I'm not religious, Dad
was. He was brought up in a very strict Swedish Church
that believed in hellfire and damnation if you were
bad. And sex was one of those bad things that sent you
straight to hell if you messed around with it outside
of marriage. I thought that I had sort of forgotten
all that stuff; you know; figured that it was all
garbage but, every so often, I can still hear his
voice warning me to stay away from it and keep myself
pure. It's dumb I know, but..."
"I know what you mean," said Gina. "Every time my
parents warn me off of this stuff, they end up making
it sound more exciting. I'm just so glad that we can
talk here without any adults around to "protect" us.
Anyway, I've got another question."
"Just when you thought the water was safe again,"
Ashley said with a grin.
"Ignoring that," Gina giggled, "I want to go back to
something Steve said yesterday."
"What was that?" Steve asked.
"You made some comment, what was it... you said that
you had never had sex, at least not with another
person."
"That was a joke, babe!" Steve said quickly.
Gina looked him steadily in the eye. "Was it?" she
said quietly.
"What is it you're asking me, Gina?"
"I guess I want to know if you get yourself off
looking at photos of girls."
There was absolute silence as Steve looked down at the
floor for a moment before meeting her gaze again.
"The truth?"
"Of course."
"Yes. If I didn't, I wouldn't have a sex life at all.
And for what it's worth, all guys do. If they tell you
they don't, they're lying."
"Is that true, Kevin?"
Kevin saw all eyes on him and wanted to sink through
the floor. In the end, he decided to go with the
truth.
"Steve's right, as far as I know. I think that all
guys do."
Gina was insistent. "Do you?"
"I'm a guy, so yes... sometimes. I'd burst if I
didn't."
"Do you always come?"
Kevin shook his head in disbelief.
"Christ, Gina."
"I'm sorry, Kevin, but I don't know anything about all
this stuff and I feel stupid not knowing. You and
Steve are free to ask us questions as well, you know.
So, tell me, do you always come?"
"Yes, Gina, I've always come."
"You too, Steve?"
"So far, and especially now I can fantasise about
you."
"Oh, great," Gina said.
"Too honest for you?"
"Okay, fair enough... I guess."
"So, what about you, Gina. Do you fantasize and
masturbate too?"
"I'm not quite sure."
"What do you mean, you're not quite sure?"
"Well, some times, when I'm in bed and feeling horny,
I'll rub myself but I'm sure that I've never had an
orgasm and I know that I've never stuck one of those
didos into myself. In any case, my sister sleeps in
the room right next to mine and I don't want her to
hear me. I do know, though, that she gets herself off
occasionally because I hear her moaning. Listening to
the girl talk in the locker room, I'd say that all
girls do it too."
"They're called dildos, not 'didos', and not getting
off doesn't mean that you aren't masturbating. Just
that you're not climaxing."
Gina turned to Ashley. She was staring at the ground.
When she felt Gina's gaze on her, she looked up and
there was a tear running down her cheek. Gina was
immediately all concern.
"Ashley, are you okay? What is it?"
Ashley wiped the tear away and tried to smile.
"It's nothing. It's stupid. Oh, I'm too dumb to live.
I thought that "nice girls", like I was brought up to
be, didn't do that sort of thing and I've been feeling
guilty for months because I've tried to do it a couple
of times. In my case, it's my mother in the next
bedroom with both our doors wide open. But to hear
that everyone does it means that I'm normal. I've been
thinking that I was really wicked and was going to
Hell, just as my father had said I would."
She looked up and met their gaze with a smile.
"Well, I told you it was stupid."
This time, the smile was genuine. Gina came over to
Ashley a wrapped her arms around her.
"See, Ash, I told you this would be educational. Now
you can stop worrying about it. You're as normal as
anyone I know."
They exchanged hugs and Gina went back to her cushion.
Ashley glanced at her watch.
"Hey, guys, I've got to get out of here. Mother's at
home tonight for once and I have to get the meal
ready."
"Okay," said Steve. "Are we meeting again tomorrow?"
"Sure," said Gina. "I'll be here."
"Me too," said Kevin.
"Fine," said Ashley, moving towards the stairs.
"Maybe we should talk about our fantasies tomorrow,"
Gina laughed as she, Ashley and Kevin put on their
raincoats.
"Good idea," said Steve. "See you in the morning
guys."
Ashley and Gina went one way and Kevin went the other
as Steve closed the door. This time, he was the one
who couldn't get the happy smile off his face.
WEDNESDAY
By 10:30, Gina, Steve and Kevin were settled in the
basement but there was no sign of Ashley.
"Has she phoned?" Kevin asked.
"Not so far," Keith replied.
"Was she really upset yesterday?" Kevin asked Gina.
"I didn't think so," said Gina. "I mean, I know that
she was very relieved that she didn't have to take her
clothes off but it seemed to me that, by the end of
the afternoon, she was feeling more at ease with
everything."
"Did she say much on the way home?"
"Not a lot. She certainly didn't bitch about things."
"Maybe we should try phoning her," Steve suggested.
They were just getting up to do so when the front door
bell rang. All three went upstairs to answer it.
Ashley was standing on the front step with four
plastic bags in her hands.
"Sorry I'm late, guys, but I told mother that it was
my turn to provide the lunch and I stopped off at the
store to pick up some stuff."
"God, Ashley, you had us worried," said Gina. "We
thought you'd changed your mind about coming."
"Actually, I nearly did but here I am."
Kevin and Steve took the bags into the kitchen and
Ashley hung her raincoat up in the closet. Under it,
she was wearing white pants, pink blouse, white socks
and flat heels. She and Gina followed the boys into
the kitchen. When all the food had been placed in the
fridge, they all went back down to the basement and
sat round in their now familiar circle.
"Okay, Ashley," said Gina. "Why did you nearly decide
not to come back?"
"I will try to answer that, I promise, but first of
all I want to tell you all that I'm still not finding
this at all easy. I know that it's my problem but that
doesn't help, so just let me stumble through this as
best I can, okay?"
The others nodded agreement.
"Okay. Kevin, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, Ashley."
"It was pretty clear yesterday that you were
disappointed when I managed to get through that card
game without stripping. But you got to see Gina take
her clothes off, so what made you so upset?"
"Gee, Ashley."
He thought about what she'd asked for a moment before
continuing.
"Well... okay, yes, I got to see Gina get naked..."
"And you got turned on."
"Yes, I got turned on. You saw that for yourself. But
why wouldn't I? It was the first time I'd ever seen a
girl strip to the skin and you've got to admit that
Gina is beautiful. Naturally I got turned on."
"But you still wanted to see me strip?"
"Not if it was totally against your will, Ashley."
"To quote Gina, that's not an answer. I'm talking
about what you wanted not what I wanted."
"You're right. Yes. I wanted to see you strip. Is that
what you wanted to hear?"
"If it's the truth, yes, but I'd like to hear why."
"Fair enough."
He turned to look at Gina. "Forgive me, Gina. You know
that I find you attractive. Jesus, you saw how excited
you made me..."
"It's okay, Kevin. I understand. Just tell her."
Kevin turned back to face Ashley. "The truth is that I
have always preferred small-busted girls. I've told
you all this before. I'm attracted to tall, slim girls
who – as someone put it – are built for speed rather
than comfort. And, much as Gina is stunning, I would
truly have preferred my very first, real-life, naked
woman to have been you. Why is that so hard to
understand?
"Barbara McCulloch."
"Barbara McCulloch? What has she got to do with it?"
Ashley cupped her hands and held them about eight
inches in front of her chest.
"Forty-two D. That's what it's got to do with it. She
always has guys all over her. And didn't you hear what
Gina said about guys always talking to her chest. What
about all that jock talk? 'Bloody hell, look at the
size of the tits on that one. I'd love to do her the
big favour.' Then the tabloids are always full of
girls with humongous boobs. They seem to be every
man's fantasy, and I've got these."
She pointed to her chest. "So, Kevin, to be honest, I
thought that you were just trying to make me feel
better."
"God, Ashley. Haven't you worked out by now that, for
every size and shape of woman, there's a bunch of us
horny males out there that find that size or shape
just perfect for them?"
"It's okay, Kevin. I do believe you... now. I'm sorry
that I didn't believe you before."
She looked round the group.
"I said that I'd try to explain why I nearly didn't
come back again today. I lay in bed last night
replaying yesterday in my mind and trying to work out
what I really thought about it. The first thing I
realised was that I was finding it incredibly
difficult to be honest with myself. When you suggested
that card game, I was ready to get up and leave. It
was exactly what my father, in particular, would have
expected me to do. At first, I only stayed because
Gina had asked me to but, as the game went on, I
discovered that I was as eager to see Kevin's and
Steve's bodies, as they were to see Gina's.
Kevin made a sound as though he was about to protest
but Ashley cut him off.
"Yes, I know, Kevin. You wanted to see mine but this
was yesterday, remember. I guess that you noticed that
I was also getting turned on but a part of me was
disgusted, mainly with myself for being disgusted, but
I hadn't worked it all out then. Once I realised that
what was troubling me was fear, I looked at what it
was that was frightening me. Partly, I was afraid that
I would never be able to measure up to your
expectations after seeing Gina, and partly it was that
old threat of Hellfire. Well, I was finally able to
put the religious fear to one side, which is why it
was so important for me to find out what Kevin really
thought about me. And I could only do that by coming
here again."
"Well, we're all glad you did," said Steve.
"Especially Kevin."
"Thanks guys, but there is another thing. I spent a
lot of time thinking about that game and the fact that
everyone honoured the rules."
"I was going to ask you about that," said Steve. "If
you'd lost another round, would you have taken
something off?"
"Honestly? Yesterday... Probably not."
Gina spotted the qualification.
"What about today?" she asked.
"Well, I guess that if you made it a condition of my
continuing to come here, I'd have to think about it."
Kevin held up his hand for attention.
"I think that maybe we should bring in another rule,"
he said. "I suggest that, in spite of us all agreeing
to accept a majority decision, we also agree that we
will never expect any one of us to do something that
they really don't want to do. Who agrees?"
He, Gina and Steve raised their hands immediately.
Ashley slowly raised hers too and gave Kevin a warm
smile.
"Thank you, Kevin. That makes what I want to say next
a bit easier. As I was saying, I kept thinking about
how much guts it had taken for you all to go through
with that game, and how I would probably have wimped
out if I had been expected to carry on. It made me
feel as though I had no real right to be here."
"Nonsense, Ashley," Kevin said, "I thought we'd
settled that. Everyone knows that you won fair and
square."
"Maybe, but nevertheless ...look, I don't know if I
can go through with this...
She stood up and faced Kevin. "...but I'm going to
try. Kevin, look at this as being my apology for
doubting you."
Her hands went to the top button of her blouse and
undid it.
"Bloody hell," gasped Steve.
"Shut up, you idiot," hissed Gina.
Kevin's jaw dropped and he sat open-mouthed as Ashley
continued undoing buttons. Beneath the blouse, she was
wearing a pink lace bra that was semi-transparent and,
as the front of the blouse flapped open, he thought
that he could just make out the outline of her nipples
through the fabric. She finished unbuttoning the
front, undid the cuffs and then slipped it off her
shoulders.
Kevin felt his penis surge to attention and his hand
went to the bulge in his jeans before he realised what
he was doing. Ashley moved to undo the waist of her
white pants and then undid the fly buttons. More pink
lace began to show in the vee as the pants gapped open
at the top. Then, she slid the pants down over her
long legs and stepped out of them.
This time Kevin's gasp was audible. She was wearing a
thong that barely covered her crotch and her legs were
as shapely as those of any supermodel he had ever
seen. She turned slowly so that he could enjoy the
rear view and, to his delight, her buttocks were
perfect ivory hemispheres... sheer unblemished
perfection. Completing the circle, she placed a finger
from each hand into the waistband of the thong and
slipped out of it. Kevin saw that beneath the neat
navel and flat planes of her belly was a small neatly
trimmed bush of pale, blonde hair that did little to
hide the wonder of her. He noted the crease of her
vulva with the small nubbin at its head. The outer
lips formed a straight line that masked the opening to
her vagina but he was too awe-struck to even think
about that.
Finally, and with a little hesitation, Ashley reached
behind her and unclipped her bra. She cupped each
breast with a hand, holding the released garment tight
to her body.
"This is the hardest bit," she whispered.
Very slowly, she moved her hands down, drawing the bra
with them. The gentle upper slope of her breasts came
into view and then, at the bra's upper edge, a hint of
pink. The fabric crept lower and the distinctive shape
of the areolae began to appear. She hesitated again
for a moment and then just let the bra drop away.
She was absolutely everything that Kevin could ever
have desired and more. Two perfect breasts, each the
size of a small orange, each perfectly shaped with a
slight upward tilt; pink areolae from the centre of
which projected long, up-tilted nipples, now fully
erect.
He stared at her in amazement and then suddenly jack-
knifed as though in pain. Ashley was all concern.
"What is it, Kevin? Are you all right?"
He looked up at her, his face a mixture of awe and
embarrassment.
"Shit, Ashley. You're so fucking gorgeous that you've
made me come in my pants."
The mixture of laughter and relief in the group was
instant.
"Jeez, Ashley," Steve laughed, "you couldn't ask for
more positive proof than that that you are a fox. And
you really are. I can see exactly why Kevin fancies
you."
Ashley was scarlet in the face but smiling.
"Thank you both. At least I feel that I now have the
right to sit with you on equal terms."
And she sat, still totally nude, on her cushion. Kevin
got to his feet.
"Ashley, thank you for the 'apology'. I'm totally
embarrassed right now and I'm going to the bathroom to
clean up."
He got up with his hands hiding the damp patch on his
trousers and went into the downstairs washroom. He
came back a few minutes later with a towel wrapped
round his middle.
"I've sponged my trousers and rinsed out my shorts.
They're drying in the bathroom if that's okay."
"Sure, but I'll throw them in the dryer for you. It'll
be quicker."
He was gone for only a few moments and they heard the
sound of the dryer running in the distance.
"Well, Ashley. You'll be a hard act to follow," said
Gina. "Did anyone come up with a fantasy they want to
tell us about?"
There was a pause as she looked around the group.
Steve cleared his throat.
"You got something, Steve?" she asked.
"Well, yes, but you may not like it."
"If I don't like it, I'll tell you. What is it?"
"I want to shave your pussy."
There was a moment's stunned silence.
"You want to what?" Gina shrieked.
"I want to shave your pussy. You have the biggest bush
I've ever seen and I'm curious to see what's under it.
Come on, babe. It was your curiosity that started all
this. What do you say?"
"I don't know what to say. I've never thought about
how much hair I have there. It's just me. Is that
really your fantasy?"
"Yes. What do you think?"
"Well, I imagine it would be painless. Besides, if I
hate it afterwards, I guess it will grow back. Oh,
what the hell. If that's your great fantasy, I guess I
can live with it. Go ahead."
"Great, babe. You're the best. Hang on."
Steve went back to the bathroom and reappeared a few
minutes later with towels, a bowl of warm water,
shaving cream, baby oil and electric and dry razors.
He spread one of the towels in the middle of the
circle.
"Probably best if you lay down here."
"Probably best if I took my skirt and panties off too,
wouldn't you say?" Gina quipped.
"That too." Steve grinned.
Gina unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Her
panties followed. She was just about to lie down when
she suddenly stopped.
"You know what? This is stupid."
A look of concern swept across Steve's face.
"What's the problem, babe?"
"I feel more naked like this than when I wore nothing
at all."
She began unbuttoning her blouse, then threw it to one
side and tossed her bra after it.
"Your lucky day, guys," she joked. Two gorgeous, naked
dames for the price of one."
Kevin felt the familiar rush of blood to his groin as
he gazed first at Ashley and then at Gina. He had no
means of hiding his arousal and gave up trying. Gina
was watching him with a big grin on her face. Without
warning, she reached out and grabbed the end of the
towel wrapped around his waist. She gave one almighty
tug and whipped it away from him, letting it fly
across the room. His short golf shirt was totally
unable to hide his bulging erection.
"Boy, Kevin, there's no keeping a good man down, is
there?" she laughed.
Ashley was smiling as well as Kevin tried to cover
himself but, in the end, gave up.
"Oh, fuck it," he said laughing.
He peeled off his shirt and sat naked on his cushion
next to Ashley. Without saying anything, Gina just
looked steadily ay Steve.
He held her gaze for a moment and then capitulated.
"Oh, okay," he said, and stripped to the skin.
"Happy?"
"Very," said Gina, gently touching his penis, which
obliged her by coming to attention. "That's more like
it. A girl likes to know that she's appreciated.
"Oh you are!!" Steve enthused.
He pointed to an ornate mirror leaning against a wall
beside one of the sofas.
"Just look at you!"
Gina walked over to the mirror and studied her
reflection for a moment, then shrugged and came back
to the others.
"It's just me, but I'm glad you like it. So, If we're
going to do this," she said, "let's get on with it."
She lay down on the towels and Steve knelt beside her.
"Okay, hon. Here we go."
He plugged in the electric razor and snapped on a
beard trimming guard. Kneeling beside her navel, he
began to run the blade through the mass of springy
black hair, starting at the top. Gina felt the
vibration against her pubic bone and thought the
sensation very pleasant. Black curls began to pile up
on her stomach and on the towel as the razor continued
to move back and forth across her pubis, leaving short
stubble behind. As the blade moved lower, Gina was
aware of a new sensation filling her and saw that her
nipples were now beginning to stand up. She wriggled
her bum a little.
"Stay still, babe. Almost done," Steve warned.
"Pity. I was beginning to enjoy this," she smiled.
As Steve finished with the electric razor, the clear
outline of Gina's vulva was now visible under the
bristly residue,
"Hang in, kiddo," Steve warned. "This may be a little
cool."
He picked up the can of shaving foam and sprayed it
liberally over Gina's pubic region. She squeaked as
the white cloud landed. Steve put the can down and
picked up the dry razor and another towel.
"Okay, Gina. Lay very still. This blade is sharp. Oh,
I'm going to be touching you down there as well, just
so you know,"
"Well, you just be careful what you shave, is all,"
Gina muttered.
Steve began at the top of her delta again and very
carefully started to shave the foam and the stubble
that the electric razor had left behind, wiping the
razor occasionally on the towel. As he progressed, he
left behind utterly hairless skin that was slightly
pinker than the surrounding flesh, from the abrasion.
Lower he worked until, after several minutes, he
reached the top of Gina's slit.
"Very still now."
He pressed his hand to one side of her outer lips and
stretched the skin so that he could shave off the last
remaining wisps of hair. Then he did the other side.
Gina lay with her eyes closed as the thought that she
was being touched by a man for the first time in her
most sensitive region made her body shudder and her
heart pound.
"All done", Steve announced. "Here's a towel to wipe
off the foam."
Gina took the towel, wiped the remaining foam away and
then looked down at Steve's handiwork. He was grinning
broadly.
"Smooth as a baby." He announced. "What do you think?"
"You seem to like it."
"I think you look beautiful."
"Well, it's an odd thing to say but this is the very
first time in years that I've had a clear look at it.
It feels fine. I could probably get used to it so
you'd better keep that razor sharp."
"Any time babe," said Steve happily as he cleared away
the razors and other items."
"What about lunch?" Kevin asked.
"I'll bring it down here," Ashley volunteered and ran
up to the kitchen. Kevin watched longingly as her
naked buns disappeared from view up the stairs. In
moments she was back with rolls, cold cuts and cold
drinks. No one seemed embarrassed any longer over
being naked.
Ashley commented on it as soon as lunch was cleared
away.
"I simply cannot believe how comfortable I feel with
you all like this. I feel so stupid for my behaviour
yesterday."
"Ashley, let it drop," said Gina. "We all understand
and it's okay."
Ashley smiled her thanks.
"So, anyone else have a fantasy they want to share?"
Steve asked.
Ashley looked around and then said nothing but a
bright flush rose to her cheeks. Gina didn't miss it.
"Okay Ashley, what is it?"
"Sorry, Gina. I can't."
"Oh don't start that again. Of course you can. Come
on, out with it. What is this fantasy of yours?"
Ashley's eyes were on Kevin as she answered.
"Well, it's not so much a fantasy as it is curiosity.
Gina asked both of you guys yesterday if you always
came, and today, Kevin said that he'd come in his
pants."
"Don't remind me," said Kevin in mock horror.
"Sorry, but it's just that I wondered what that was
like. I mean, what happens exactly when guys come?
What does it look like? What do you feel like?"
"You mean an orgasm?" asked Steve.
"I guess. I mean, it's supposed to be this big deal
and I have no real idea beyond Grade 9 biology of
what's involved."
Gina's voice was filled with disbelief.
"Ashley Gunnarsen, when you come out of your shell,
you really come out, don't you! Are you asking Kevin
to show you? "
"I don't know. I suppose so. Is that awful? I mean is
it worse than Steve's shaving you... down there? And,
anyway, I thought guys were supposed to enjoy it."
"We do, Ashley," said Steve "but it is usually a
private thing. You know; a guy, a sock and a dirty
magazine. But, hey, if Kevin's willing..."
Kevin was utterly stunned by what Ashley had been
saying. He adored her and had told himself that he
would do anything for her. Indeed, it was her mental
image that he had used often enough to do exactly what
she was asking him to do now but... in front of her
and the others? He looked at her and at the perfection
of her body and nature made up his mind for him. He
felt his penis stiffening again and saw the smile of
surprise cross her face.
"Oh, my God, he's going to do it," whispered Gina,
almost to herself.
Ashley was watching Kevin's penis as it filled with
blood until it stood stiff as a poker. She could see
the veins swelling around the shaft and could actually
make out a pulsing along its length. She knelt beside
him and he looked at her, shutting everything out of
his mind except the perfection of her breasts, the
soft, silky down at her crotch and the promise below
it. Without thinking about it, he let his hand drift
down to the heat at his groin and encircle his shaft.
Ashley watched enthralled as he began to stroke up and
down, slowly and gently at first but, as the fire
built within him, faster and stronger, the strokes
getting shorter as his breathing quickened. A wave of
sensation moved from his chest to his stomach and from
his stomach to his groin.
His eyes closed, his body began bucking and he heard
himself grunting as the wave surged on from his groin
and down his penis. He shouted aloud as great gouts of
semen spurted from the tip as though they would never
stop. He continued milking himself until the last
drops were spilt, and then collapsed back on his
cushion exhausted.
"Holy shit," Gina gasped.
Ashley was silent, watching Kevin's penis slowly go
flaccid again. Finally, he opened his eyes and saw her
gazing at him.
"Thank you, Kevin" she said. "That was... lovely," and
she giggled at the inappropriateness of the word.
"You're welcome, Ashley."
There was a short silence but Steve was looking
thoughtful.
"Let's see. Kevin got his fantasy fulfilled this
morning by Ashley, and he's just returned the favour.
I got my wish from Gina. Looks to me, babe, like the
only one who hasn't got her wish is you. What's your
fantasy?"
"Well, like Ashley, mine is not really a fantasy. In
fact, it's like Ashley's in a way."
"Okay, tell us."
"When we were talking about this yesterday, Ashley and
I said that we'd never had an orgasm. I've tried, but
it's not easy in a close family like ours to get any
real privacy. I guess that what I want is to have one.
I want to know what all the big fuss is about and what
I'm doing wrong."
Steve looked at her tenderly.
"I shouldn't think you're doing anything wrong. You
just need time, privacy and a little patience."
"So, could you give me an orgasm?"
"This is moving into dangerous territory, babe. Are
you sure?"
"Steve, if I can't trust you after letting you shave
my pussy..."
"Yes, but so far we have more or less stopped at
looking at each other. This would mean serious
touching. I'd have to get a lot more personal if we do
it."
"I know, but I feel safe with you, and Kevin and
Ashley will be here to make sure everything stays
cool."
"God, Gina," said Ashley, "wouldn't you rather be by
yourselves?"
"No, Ashley. I want you here. You can learn something
too. In fact, you could let Kevin..."
"I don't think so," Ashley said at once. "This is your
fantasy."
Kevin didn't say anything but, inwardly, was hurt by
the swift rejection of any physical contact between
him and Ashley. Seeing the growing intimacy between
Gina and Steve had caused him to hope that he and
Ashley might develop a similar relationship but she
still seemed almost as unapproachable as before, in
spite of her unexpected willingness to let him see her
naked. And even that had been because she felt that
she owed him an apology. Gina's voice broke through
his thoughts.
"Will you stay then?"
"If that's really what you want," Ashley shrugged,
"we'll stay."
"Look, Gina," said Steve "this is new for me too. I
mean, the Internet teaches you a hell of a lot if you
know where to look, and I'll do my best, but it may
not happen."
Gina leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
"I'll take my chances. Now let's get on with it while
I still have the nerve."
Steve put a cushion at the edge of the circle.
"Come and lie down here then, with your head on this
cushion."
Gina did as she was asked, lying flat on her back with
her arms by her sides, legs together. Steve gazed down
at her and she smiled. He lay on his side next to her,
placed a hand on her shoulder, then leant over and
kissed her gently and quickly on the lips. Gina closed
her eyes.
Steve's hand slid slowly down from her shoulder and
sought, then cupped one of Gina's magnificent breasts.
They heard her intake of breath at the contact. Steve
was enraptured.
"I've wanted to do this from the moment I saw you" he
breathed.
He began to squeeze her breast, then leaned in and
began to kiss the other one. His hand found her nipple
and he worked it between his finger and thumb. The
response was instant. The nipple grew firm under his
touch. He took the other one gently between his teeth
and pulled. Gina squealed with pleasure. Her hands
went to the back of his head, and her fingers curled
themselves into his hair as he sucked and nibbled.
His one hand relinquished her breast and began to move
down to her stomach, gliding over the curves. His
finger circled her navel and she wriggled her bum at
the sensation. Then the hand flattened again on her
stomach and slid down to the area that he had so
recently shaved. His finger found the little gathering
of flesh at the top of her slit and began rubbing in a
tight circle over the area.
Gina grunted as her clitoris began to swell under the
gentle friction. As blood rushed to the area, her
outer lips also filled and began to open, revealing
the ribbon of flesh leading to her centre. Faint
traces of moisture began to appear as Steve's finger
explored the length of the opening crevice.
Gina now had her bottom lip between her teeth and her
breathing was becoming shallow. As Steve's finger
began to slide backwards and forward, her body started
rising and falling to the rhythm. In moments, her
vulva was engorged and the opening to her vagina
glistened. Steve allowed his finger to rub lightly
around the outer edge and Gina squealed again.
Steve pulled his head from her grasp and planted a
series of kisses down her body and across her stomach
until he reached her pubis. His tongue flicked over
her clitoris and Gina began to pant. He ran his tongue
down to her vagina and probed the entrance and the
thin veil guarding it. The bucking of her body became
more violent. He ran his tongue back up to her clit
and then took it between his teeth, worrying it back
and forth.
Gina's back arched as heat rushed through her body and
a wall of sensation crashed down on her. Steve took
his head away and placed his finger on the throbbing
distended nubbin, working it gently. Very soon,
another orgasm swept through Gina, then another as he
continued working her with his finger until she
clamped a hand on his and begged him to stop, tears
running down her cheeks.
Ashley was looking worried.
"Are you okay, Gina?" she asked.
Gina fought to control her breathing.
"Okay? I'm in fucking heaven! God, Ash. I had no idea.
She grabbed Steve and pulled his head to her, kissing
him long and hard on the lips.
"Steve, you're totally the best. Thank you, thank you,
thank you!"
Steve was grinning from ear to ear.
"Glad it worked for you."
"Oh, it did. Ash, you've got to..."
Ashley cut her off.
"I don't think I'm quite ready for that yet. In fact,
I should be going."
She stood up and began dressing. Kevin followed suit.
Gina exchanged glances with Steve and then got to her
feet.
"I guess that we should all go," she said quietly.
"Are we all on for tomorrow?"
The question was addressed directly at Ashley who
hesitated for a moment.
"I guess. Okay, the usual time."
"My turn to bring food," said Kevin.
As they stood in the hallway, waiting to leave, Gina
again gave Steve a warm embrace and kiss.
"Thank you, Steve."
"Anytime, Gina."
Ashley was very quiet as she and Gina walked away and
Kevin had serious doubts if she would show up next
day. His walk home was lonely and miserable.
THURSDAY
To Kevin's surprise and delight, Ashley arrived
promptly and soon all four were sitting in their
accustomed places in the basement. Gina clearly had
something on her mind.
"Guys, I want to talk about yesterday if no one
minds."
"Go ahead, Gina," said Kevin. "What about it?"
"Well, a lot happened and I think that it has changed
things between us."
"In what way?" Kevin asked.
"I think Ashley is feeling very uncomfortable. Am I
right, Ash?"
Ashley studied Gina for a moment.
"Yes... and no. I meant what I said. I like you all
and I trust you completely, or else I couldn't have
got through yesterday morning. But I'm wondering where
all this is leading. I mean, we all watched as Steve
shaved you and gave you your first orgasm. I
practically blackmailed Kevin into jacking off for me.
What's next? Public sex? I'm sorry, Gina. That's not
for me. I'm too private a person for that. I'm sorry
if that upsets the group but we all agreed to total
honesty, and that's simply how I feel."
Gina thought for a moment.
"Actually, Ash. I agree with you."
"You do?"
"Yes, I do. Look, when we came here on Monday morning,
none of us had any thought that this would happen. It
just sort of developed, mainly because of me."
"Well," said Ashley thoughtfully, "nobody actually
forced us to join in."
"True, but I got things started. And I never expected
to find a guy like Steve either. But I have - and
you're right, Ashley. I think that he and I need a
little time together on our own to get to know each
other better."
Ashley was visibly relieved.
"I hope that we can still get together, maybe once or
twice a week," she said "I mean, I really enjoy coming
here and I'd hate to see us stop being really close
friends."
"I don't think there's any danger of that after this
week," Steve smiled.
"Do you want Kevin and I to leave, then?" Ashley
asked,
"Not just yet, Ash. I want to fulfill one last fantasy
while we're together."
"What's that, babe?" Steve asked.
"Wait and see," Gina grinned.
She turned to Kevin and Ashley.
"Now then, I don't know what you two think but it's my
opinion that we all owe Steve a humongous vote of
thanks for bringing us all together and allowing us to
use this place, quite apart from all the information
he dug up for us off the Internet."
"Absolutely," said Kevin at once.
"Yes, I agree," said Ashley.
"I told you. It was no big deal," said Steve.
"Maybe not," said Gina "but I want to find a way of
saying thank you for all of that and for yesterday
afternoon, so butt out for a moment, lover."
She turned back to Kevin.
"Kevin, you're a guy and hear all the jock talk. Is
there any particular favour that guys like from their
girlfriends?"
"Hey, I'm not a jock," said Kevin. "Why ask me?"
"Because I figure that you'd know anyway. What is it
the guys boast about amongst themselves? Honesty,
remember."
"Okay, Most guys brag about getting blow-jobs from the
girls who hang round the teams. Much of the time it's
likely wishful thinking but it certainly features
regularly in the locker room."
"Yes, I thought that's what you might say."
She turned to Steve.
"Is that what you dream about, too, Steve?"
"Don't even go there, Gina," Steve warned.
"Why not? For one thing, none of us has any secrets
from each other anymore. For another, as I keep
reminding everyone, we agreed to answer all questions
honestly. I don't remember us dropping that rule. Not
only that, but we also agreed not to ask anyone to do
anything they didn't want to do and no one is twisting
my arm. Kevin has just said that "most guys" want
blow-jobs from their girlfriends. If that's true,
then, sooner or later, I'm going to want to learn how
to do it to keep my guy happy. It just so happens that
it could be sooner. Now, it's a simple question. Do
you fantasize about being blown by a girl, yes or no?"
"Christ, Gina, of course I do but I don't want you to
feel that you have to do this, or anything else, for
me."
"I don't. So, if I do it, it will be because I want
to, not because I have to. The thing is, I've never
done it before and only have a general idea of what to
do. You would have to guide me and tell me what felt
good."
Ashley was scarlet.
"Gina, you can't. Not with us here."
"Why not, Ash? Did you send us away when you asked
Kevin to jerk off for you? I'm not asking you to join
in. I'm offering this as a gift to Steve from all of
us and I think we should all be here when he receives
it; that is, if he is willing to accept it. Anyway,
Ashley, maybe... just maybe ...even you will want to
know something about how to do it one day."
Kevin had never heard such a hard edge to Gina's voice
and he saw Ashley swallow hard.
"Okay, Gina. You win, but after this, Kevin and I are
leaving the two of you alone together. Okay?"
"Of course. I thought that we'd agreed that. So,
Steve, are you going to accept our gift or not?"
"You make it very hard, Gina."
"That's the general idea, isn't it?" she grinned.
"You know what I mean. Are you absolutely sure about
this?"
"No, but it's not going to stop me if it will give you
pleasure."
"You know it would but..."
"No 'buts', Steve. Like you said yesterday, no
promises it will work but I'll do my best. Now park
your buns on the sofa."
Reluctantly Steve moved over to one of the sofas and
sat down.
"Spread 'em," Gina commanded, grabbing one of his
knees in each hand.
Steve obeyed and Gina knelt between his spread legs.
She reached out und unbuckled his belt, unhooked the
waist of his jeans and slowly unzipped his fly. Ashley
had not intended to watch but found herself staring as
Steve immediately began to harden in anticipation of
what was to come.
"Lift your buns," Gina ordered.
Steve pushed himself off the seat and Gina grabbed his
jeans and underwear, pulling them down to below his
knees in one swift movement. Steve's penis sprang
upright, and he sank back onto the sofa cushion. Gina
pulled the jeans, underpants and Steve's socks clear
of his feet and placed them on the sofa beside him.
Tenderly, she took his shaft in her hand and gave its
length a few tentative strokes until it was rock hard.
Easing back his foreskin, she leant forward and placed
a gentle kiss on the tip and then ran her tongue right
down the underside to his testicles and back again.
Steve sighed with pleasure. Encouraged, Gina let her
tongue flick back and forwards over the tip.
"That feels so good, babe," Steve sighed.
She continued tonguing him for a few moments more and
then, taking a deep breath, opened her mouth and drew
in the first couple of inches of his erection. Kevin
and Ashley saw her cheeks hollow as she began to suck.
Slowly at first, her head began to move backwards and
forwards, taking him in and withdrawing. As she did
so, she accepted more and more of him until almost the
entire length of his shaft was being swallowed. Steve
could feel the tension building and knew that he would
not be able to last long.
"You'd better back off and finish it with your hand or
I'll come in your mouth," he warned.
But Gina just kept rocking back and forth, faster and
faster, the friction of her lips driving him wild. As
hard as he tried to hold back, he wasn't able.
"Oh, God, Gina, I'm coming," he yelled.
Gina felt hot semen burst into her mouth and down her
throat. She nearly choked but managed to grab a breath
and swallow. She continued to suck on him until the
final spurt was released and Steve sank back on the
sofa, his heart pounding in his chest. Gina sat back
on her haunches, a happy smile on her face.
"How was it, hon?" she asked.
Steve fought to breathe normally.
"Fucking fantastic. How the hell did you manage to do
that?"
"You'll laugh," Gina warned, "but Papa loves opera and
he made us all take singing lessons in the hope that
one of us might become a diva. Not one of us could
hold a note in a bucket but my teacher did teach me
how to open my throat to sing. I never found a use for
it... until today."
"God," said Steve "I'll never look at opera singers
the same way again. You were fabulous, babe. I loved
my gift. Thank you everyone."
He reached down, pulled Gina to him and kissed her
long and hard. Ashley caught Kevin's eye and jerked
her head in the direction of the door. Kevin nodded in
agreement and they moved towards the stairs.
"See you guys next week," Kevin called but Gina and
Steve were too engrossed in each other to hear, so
Kevin and Ashley let themselves out, closing the door
quietly behind them.
GINA AND STEVE
Gina felt Steve's tongue exploring her mouth as their
embrace became more passionate. But Steve hadn't quite
recovered his breath and had to break away to take in
some air.
"I guess they left," he said."
Gina looked over her shoulder.
"I guess," she agreed.
"You keep surprising me, babe," Steve smiled.
"I keep surprising myself. What a week, eh?"
"You got that right."
He looked down at the brown eyes gazing up at him.
"You know, I've always fancied you. I just never
thought it would happen."
"Be careful what you wish for, because you will get
it. Mum's always saying that."
"So what do you wish for?"
"Just what I have right now."
They kissed again. Steve stood up.
"I can't sit around half-naked like this. I feel hot
and sticky. I'm going to take a shower. Do you want to
come up and join me?"
"Sure."
Steve led the way upstairs, past his room and into the
master bedroom normally occupied by his parents. A
large four-poster bed dominated the tastefully
furnished room. Steve walked across the room and into
the adjacent ensuite, pulling his T-shirt off as he
went. Now naked, he opened the glass door to the
shower and started running the water, adjusting the
temperature. Gina hesitated for a moment and then
undressed, placing her clothes at one end of the
vanity. Covering her breasts and crotch with her
hands, she stood beside him as he made the final
adjustments and switched the water-flow from the bath
to the shower.
Steve saw that Gina was covering herself.
"You gone shy suddenly?" he grinned.
"I can't explain it, but I suddenly feel shyer now
that it's only you than when we were all here. Oh,
this is stupid,"
She took her hands away, letting Steve look his fill.
He started to harden again immediately. She pointed at
his swelling cock and laughed.
"You're an animal!"
"Can't help it, babe. You're gorgeous."
"Get in the shower and you'd better make it cold."
Steve grinned and stepped into the stream. He held out
a hand and Gina stepped into the shower to join him,
pulling the door closed behind her. She put her arms
round his neck and he pulled her tight against him as
they kissed again. He felt her breasts flatten against
his chest and slid his hands down over the curve of
her buttocks, pulling her hard against his swollen
member. As the kiss deepened, he began to slide his
cock up and down her outer lips. He felt her nipples
stiffen and rubbed a little harder. He could feel her
labia beginning to open and he let the very tip of his
penis begin probing for her entrance.
Gina brought her hands up to his chest and pushed him
away.
"No, Steve."
"What's wrong, Gina?"
"Nothing's wrong. I love being with you but I don't
think I'm quite ready to go all the way."
"Okay, hon, whatever you say. Come on, turn round and
I'll wash your back"
She stood on tiptoe and gave him a peck on the lips.
"Thanks for being patient."
"No problem. It's not just sex, you know. You're
important to me."
She gave him a radiant smile and turned her back.
Steve took the soap, worked up a lather and then
rubbed the foam over her back. She wriggled under the
touch of his hands as they worked down until they were
over her bum, where they hovered longer than was
strictly necessary before continuing down her legs,
then all the way back up again.
He soaped his hands again and then slipped his hands
under her arms and cupped her breasts from behind.
"God, I love your boobs," he exclaimed as he began to
massage and knead them.
Gina's eyes closed and she could feel her nipples
harden again. Steve continued fondling her and even
her areolae swelled to form small mountains on
mountains. One hand moved down to her stomach and
began to lather the area around her navel. It
continued down of her shaven triangle and she felt a
finger start to coax her clitoris from its hiding
place. Her bum pushed back into Steve's groin and she
grunted as he began flicking her clit and tracing her
slit. She could feel herself getting damp and his hard
penis probing her buttocks, sliding up and down the
crack. Once again, she pulled away from him.
"Sorry, babe. Did I do something wrong?"
Gina said nothing as she turned to face him. She
redirected the showerhead to rinse the soap from her
body, then stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel
and wrapped it around herself. She took a second
towel, wrapped her hair in it, turban-fashion, and
walked into the bedroom.
Steve was puzzled and alarmed. He stepped out of the
shower and took a terry-cloth robe from the peg on the
back of the door. Slipping it on as he went, he
followed Gina into the bedroom. She was sitting on the
edge of the four-poster staring at the floor. Steve
went to sit beside her and placed an arm around her
shoulder.
"Gina, what is it? I'm sorry if I went too far. I
thought you were enjoying it."
"I was, you idiot. That's the problem."
She turned to face him.
"Tell me something, Steve. When you said that you'd
always fancied me, was that the truth or were you just
happy to be able to get me out of my clothes? I'm
sorry if that sounds brutal, but I need to know."
"Gina, all I can say is that I told Kevin before you
got here that I'd often noticed you and thought you
were a fox. Why are you asking about that now?"
Gina looked at him for a long moment, trying to read
the truth behind his eyes.
"You really want to fuck me, don't you?"
Steve swallowed at the bluntness of her question.
"Gina, I would never want to do anything that would
hurt you and I'd never force you to do something you
didn't want to do."
"I think I know that but you didn't answer the
question. You really want to fuck me, yes or no?"
"Yes, but it's also called making love."
"No, Steve. It's called fucking. Making love is
something you do when you are old enough to know what
love means. What we've all been doing is sex."
"Okay, you're right. I really want to fuck you but I
can wait."
Steve saw tears forming in Gina's eyes. "The trouble
is... I can't," she said quietly.
Steve's jaw dropped.
"Shit, Steve. Can't you tell? Every time you touch me,
I get hot. I've never felt like this before. I'm
fifteen and still a virgin. Most of the girls at
school lost it in grade 7. I've been hanging on to
mine. I've always said that it was because my parents
made sure that I never had a chance to lose it, but
the truth is it was because I'd never met a guy I
fancied doing it with. You can always find a way if
you want to. With you, though, it's different. You
seem to like me for something besides just my boobs. I
feel safe with you. So, if you want to do it, we can.
Just don't get me pregnant is all."
Steve reached out and wiped the tears from her cheeks,
then leaned in and kissed her very softly.
"Just one question, hon. Are you absolutely sure about
this?"
"You keep asking me that. No, I'm not, but I can't see
how waiting one more week or a month is going to
change things. Right now, I feel as horny as hell and
I want to know what it feels like to have you inside
me."
Steve stood up.
"Wow! Okay, I guess. Holy shit. Well, this is the most
comfortable bed in the house, so we can stay in here,
but, Gina, you do know it may hurt the first time."
"Of course, but there has to be a first time and I'd
much rather it was with you than anybody else. What
are the chances that you have a condom?"
"Are you kidding? None, but I'll bet dad has some in
the bathroom."
He headed for the ensuite.
"While you're there, bring one of those bath sheets. I
may bleed a little and we don't want to ruin your
folk's bed."
She stood up and pulled off the top bedclothes,
leaving just the pillows and bottom sheet over the
mattress. As Steve busied himself in the bathroom, she
rubbed her hair dry with the towel and tossed it into
the laundry hamper that stood by one of the closets.
Steve reappeared carrying a large, soft bath-sheet and
brandishing a small foil pouch.
"Bingo," he laughed.
He spread the bath sheet on the bed and took off his
robe, tossing it onto the floor beside the bed. He
opened his arms and Gina came to him. He reached out
to unwrap the towels she had wound round her, and she
saw that his hand was shaking. She also saw that he
was fully erect again.
"Is that what they mean by 'a man in good standing'?"
she quipped to cover her own nervousness.
Steve pulled her to him and kissed her briefly.
"Stop talking and lie down," he said softly.
Gina knelt up on the bed and then stretched out on her
back, head resting on the pillows. Steve stood for a
moment just taking in her curves and hollows, her
secret places that he was about to explore without any
restriction. He knelt on the bed beside her and began
to tear at the foil package with trembling fingers.
"Here," said Gina. "Give me that or we'll never get
this show on the road."
He gave her the packet and she tore a small area with
her teeth, ripped the package open and examined the
condom with curiosity.
"Want me to put it on for you?" she asked.
Steve nodded and Gina sat up, took the thin latex in
both hands. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of
his penis before stretching the condom over it.
"You behave now, you hear?" she said patting his
erection.
Slowly and sensually, she unrolled the condom,
caressing his shaft as she did so. Once it covered
him, she lay back and waited.
Steve lay beside her and she rolled to face him. Now
that there was no rush, he moved his head slowly
closer to hers until their lips met. Each placed an
arm over the other's shoulder and enjoyed the sensual
warmth of the prolonged kiss. Tongue engaged tongue
and darted around lips and teeth. Hands started to
explore buttocks and backs, sliding, rubbing and
probing.
As Steve's hand returned to the crack between her butt
cheeks, Gina wriggled closer. He slid down the bed a
little, allowing him to reach further, and began to
suckle on her nipple. Her head arched back as his
finger found the ring of her anus and began to circle
it. Her nipples were now throbbing. She let out a gasp
as Steve introduced a finger into her back passage and
let it explore a little.
Her crotch was now crushed against his penis, forcing
it down between his legs in a manner that was
positively painful so he drew back from her a little
and rolled her onto her back. He placed one knee
between hers and she spread her legs so that he could
lie on top of her. He returned his lips to her breasts
and heard her sigh as he nuzzled and nibbled.
Sliding down the bed, he continued planting kisses on
the flesh below her breast, then flicked his tongue in
and around her navel before moving down to her
clitoris which now stood, bloated with blood, to mark
the way to her core. He nibbled a little and Gina
squealed. His tongue traced her outer lips, which
opened to reveal the small rosebud of her vagina. He
saw a milky film coating her inner lips and tasted her
hot juices. His tongue probed and flickered and a
shudder ran through her body. She began to pant.
Steve knelt between her legs and placed his hands on
the bed, just above her shoulders. Taking his weight
on them, he straightened his body and started to lower
himself onto her. As the tip of his penis met the rim
of her vagina, he paused.
"Hang in, babe. This may hurt."
"Just do it," she hissed.
He began to bear down against the resistance of her
hymen. Her stomach muscles contracted as the flimsy
tissue failed to yield immediately. Steve took a deep
breath and then bore down with his full weight,
sliding deep inside her. Gina screamed and bit her
lip, and Steve lay still, his penis tight up against
her cervix.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Just give me a moment."
Steve waited. Gina took a few deep breaths and then
kissed him.
"I'm fine... now."
"You're something else, Gina."
He took his weight again and slowly withdrew until he
was almost out of her and then slid slowly back in
again. Gina grunted.
"Oh, yes," she sighed.
Encouraged, Steve set up a slow but steady rhythm of
thrusting and pulling back. In moments, Gina's body
took up the pattern and she began moving with him. As
the pace increased, her breasts began rippling with
the motion and the sight set Steve aflame. He began to
move up and down even faster and Gina matched him
thrust for thrust. He heard her breathing becoming
ragged as the first warning of an orgasm heated his
groin.
"God, Gina, I'm coming."
"Don't stop. Please don't stop," she shouted.
He continued pumping and his body thrashed as the wave
took him. He had never experienced a feeling like it
and kept moving long after the wave had subsided. Gina
was still bucking in the grip of seemingly unstoppable
ecstasy. She was crying and laughing at the same time.
"Oh, Steve, Steve baby. Oh sweet Jesus. Oh, god,"
She flung her arms around his neck and pulled him down
on top of her with his softening penis still deep
inside her. She covered his mouth in kisses and placed
her hands on his buttocks to pull him tighter into
her.
"Oh, god, Steve. That was..."
Words failed her.
"I know. I know, babe. Me too."
They lay quiet for several minutes just savouring the
experience. Finally, Gina lifted her head off the
pillow and looked at him.
"I have an important question for you, Steve," she
said seriously.
Steve looked at her a little anxiously.
"What's is it?" he asked.
Suddenly Gina grinned broadly.
"Do we have any more condoms, lover?
ASHLEY AND KEVIN
On leaving Steve's basement, Ashley and Kevin
discovered that the rain had finally stopped and,
although still overcast and dull, it was very mild and
muggy. Kevin was reluctant to part company with Ashley
so early, especially as he had no idea if or when he
would see her again.
"Would you like to stop for a coke?" he asked, hoping
to prolong their time together.
"No, but I could go for a latté if that's okay with
you."
"Of course," said Kevin. "There's a coffee shop a
couple of blocks away."
They walked the two blocks in silence. The coffee shop
was fairly busy but the outdoor patio was deserted.
"Why don't we sit out here?" Ashley suggested. "It's
not cold."
"Good idea. I'll go and get the coffees. You grab a
table."
Kevin went in to order and while he was waiting for
the coffees to be made up, looked back out of the
window. Ashley was looking off into the distance and
he was struck once again by her beauty and the
ethereal quality that clung to her like a second skin.
She caught him staring at her and turned away again.
He collected the coffees, paid for them and took them
outside to join her.
She thanked him and then sat back, sipping on the mug
and licking the cream off her lips. Kevin sat back
too, simply enjoying the sight of her tongue darting
in and out of her mouth. There was a moment of silence
before Ashley looked directly at him.
"You do that a lot," she said.
"What?" he asked.
"Sit and stare at me."
"I'm sorry," he stammered. "I don't mean to be rude."
"I know. But tell me, what is it you see when you do
that?"
"Well... you I guess."
"No, Kevin, Basement Club Rules. Honesty. What do you
see?"
"Ashley, you know what I see. I see the most beautiful
girl I've ever met. I'm sorry if that annoys you but I
can't help it. You have the most beautiful face, a
spectacular figure, you're... you're just perfect."
"Fuck you!" said Ashley vehemently.
Kevin recoiled and the blood drained from his face. He
had never heard Ashley use language like that before.
She saw the shock in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Kevin, I truly don't want to hurt you but,
for your own good, especially if we are going to
continue to be friends, I need to get through to you.
You can't talk about me like this and you've got to
stop thinking of me that way. It's ridiculous. I just
can't live up to those expectations. No girl could.
And while we're on the subject, you keep talking about
my body... 'Beautiful face, spectacular figure'. I'm
more than just a body, Kevin. I'm a person. I have a
brain and I have feelings."
Kevin started to protest, but Ashley held up her hand.
"No, don't interrupt. Before Monday, you hardly knew
me. I'm truly flattered by what you think of me but
that girl doesn't exist. That girl would never have
stripped in front of three near strangers. She would
certainly never have been excited by watching you
masturbate and watching her friend giving her first
blow-job."
Kevin saw Ashley shudder at the thought.
"Look, Kevin, you have to know by now that I like you
as a person. You are kind, thoughtful, caring and, if
you want to know the truth, quite sexy. But stop
putting me on a pedestal and start treating me like a
real person too, not some fragile piece of frigging
porcelain, or this friendship ends here and now."
Kevin was silent.
"Are you okay?" Ashley asked.
"Yes," he said quietly. "I was just thinking about how
stupid I've been."
Ashley grinned.
"Not stupid. Just unrealistic."
"You're right, of course, although, in fairness, I've
always known that you are smart as well as beautiful."
He saw her roll her eyes.
"Sorry, sorry! But if we are being honest here, you
are a very intimidating person and hard to get close
to. You're right. I do tend to describe you by what I
see... your face and your body but, as you pointed
out, until Monday, that was really all I had to go on.
Even now, I still don't know much more about you, but
I'd really like to.
"You said something about 'if this friendship is to
continue'. I want it to, very much, but I can't
pretend to stop seeing what I see when I look at you
or promise that I will never again tell you you're
beautiful. I will promise, though, that if you give me
the chance, I will get to know you better and perhaps
enjoy other things about you. Maybe I'll even dislike
some things. We've got the rest of the summer ahead
and I'd really enjoy sharing some of it with you."
Ashley saw the anxiety in his face and thought about
what he had just said.
"You know, Kevin. Maybe I was a little unfair to you
just now. Of all the words you could have used to
describe me, intimidating is one I would never have
imagined. Do I really intimidate people? No, don't
answer that. I guess I do because now that I think
about it, Gina has told me the same thing but I
thought she was just being Gina.
"Of course I'd like us to be friends. I don't have
that many and none are guys. I just don't want to have
to live up to some impossible standard of perfection.
I'd never be able to relax and just be me. I'm not
that different from Gina in many ways, just shyer and
a little more cautious. So, yes, maybe we can spend
some time together. In fact, I think I'd enjoy that."
Kevin's face lit up.
"Great, and if I start to tell you that you're
beautiful, slap me."
"Oh, you can tell me once in a while," Ashley grinned.
"Just not all the time."
"Deal," said Kevin. "Look, do you like hiking?"
"Yes. Why?"
"It looks as though it could be a better day tomorrow.
Do you fancy doing the Grouse Grind? I'll pack a lunch
for us and we could spend the day up there."
"That's quite a climb," Ashley said "but I'm game if
you are. Okay. Let's do it."
"Great. I'll call for you about ten and we can go over
on the Seabus."
"Okay. I'll be ready."
"Good. Have you finished your coffee?"
Ashley picked up her cup and drained the contents.
"I have now," she said.
"Good. I'll walk you home."
They stood up and Kevin offered his hand. Ashley
hesitated for only a moment and then took it; Kevin's
first physical contact. Hand in hand, they strolled
off down the street.
The next day dawned bright and sunny. Kevin got up
early and showered. He selected shorts, short-sleeved
shirt, long socks and pulled his hiking boots out of
the back of the closet, Once he was dressed, he
sprayed on some of his father's "Eternity for Men" and
brushed his teeth. He looked out a backpack and put in
a couple of sweaters, one for himself and one for
Ashley in case the weather changed suddenly, as it was
prone to do. He added water bottles, sandwiches and
sunscreen. From the medicine cabinet, he took some
insect repellent in case the mosquitoes were out in
force and, as an afterthought, a bottle of baby oil
for massaging sore feet.
He arrived at Ashley's building just as someone was
leaving and was able to go straight up to the top
floor, where her apartment was located. He rang the
bell. Ashley opened the door. She was wearing jeans
and a T-shirt, and certainly didn't look ready for a
long, gruelling hike.
"Come in," she said, closing the door behind him.
"I've been working in the kitchen. Come on through."
Mystified, he followed her and found himself in a
small, well-appointed kitchen with a view out over the
Creek.
"I was going to phone you earlier but Mother was in a
rush to get to work and I just didn't get around to
it."
"Is something wrong?" Kevin asked.
"Not really. It's just that I slept awkwardly last
night and my shoulder and neck are really quite sore.
I just don't feel like going for the Grind today. I'm
sorry. Do you mind?"
She saw his face drop.
"No, of course not. Do you want me to leave, then?"
Ashley laughed.
"No, you idiot. I just don't want to climb a mountain.
If you don't mind hanging out here, we could go to my
room, maybe listen to some music and just talk. You
said you wanted to know more about me."
Kevin brightened at once.
"For sure. That'd be great."
"Come on then."
Ashley led him not to the smaller of the two bedrooms
but to the master. The room was austere but feminine.
A double bed, side tables, dresser and lamps were just
about the only furniture apart from a bookcase and
desk set up beside the window which, again, gave a
view of the Creek below. A small entertainment unit
sat on one of the side tables. Kevin noted that the
room was extremely tidy.
"This is nice," he said, looking round appreciatively.
"Makes my room look like a tip."
Ashley grinned.
"It's not always like this, I promise you. I did a
quick tidy up before you got here. No, I'm very lucky.
Mum says that as she is so rarely home, and all she
does is sleep, I might just as well have the bigger
room so that I can have my desk here for schoolwork."
"Well, it's great."
"Thanks. Why don't you take the chair from the desk
and I'll sit on the bed."
She went over to the stereo and put in a CD. Kevin
pulled up the chair and sat facing Ashley.
Conversation was a little difficult at first but after
about ten minutes, Kevin began to relax. Their chat
turned to music and the groups for whom they shared a
liking and the ones they didn't, their favourite
actors and movies and numerous other topics that soon
had them both very animated and involved.
He found that Ashley was far easier to talk with than
he had imagined. She seemed genuinely interested in
hearing about the stars that he had met and what he
was planning for the future. He learned about the
sudden death of her father and the problems it had
caused for her and her mother.
For the first time, it dawned on him that Ashley was
not stand-offish. She was shy and much brighter than
most of her peers. Her wish to be supportive of her
mother had given her self-imposed responsibilities
that had made her mature beyond her years. And as he
finally began to feel comfortable with her, a real
bond started to form between them. The first batch of
CDs ended, and they were so absorbed in conversation
that Ashley never changed them. The next couple of
hours flew by.
Suddenly Ashley looked at Kevin.
"I'm a lousy hostess," she announced "Would you like a
cold drink? There's juice in the fridge."
"Sure. That would be great."
Ashley had been sitting on the end of the bed facing
Kevin with her arms stretched behind her, hands on the
coverlet, to support herself. She moved to stand up
and winced with pain.
"Do you want me to get it?" Kevin asked.
"No, I'll get it. It's just my shoulder and neck
muscles. I shouldn't have sat in this position for so
long."
She went back to the kitchen, returning moments later
with two glasses of orange juice and two paper
napkins. Kevin stood up as she came back into the
room. She set the napkins on the desk with a glass on
each and they stood, side by side, sipping their
drinks and looking through the window at the activity
down below on the Creek,. Ashley was rubbing her neck
with her other hand.
Kevin was looking thoughtful.
"I don't know if it would help," he said, "but I've
picked up some basic massage techniques from hanging
round dressing rooms. I might be able to at least ease
some of the tension in your neck. Would you like me to
try?"
Ashley smiled at him.
"Kevin, you're full of surprises. You really think it
would work?"
"Well, it won't make it worse, that's for sure, and it
might help."
"All right, thank you. Yes. We can give it a try. How
do you want to do it?"
"Let's finish our juice and then I'll get you to lie
flat on your tummy on the floor. Just let me get
something out of my pack."
He came back from the hall with the bottle of baby oil
in his hand.
"Ready?"
Ashley drained her glass, placed the chair back behind
the desk to clear the space and then lay face down on
the carpet.
"Okay," she said. "Go ahead."
Kevin knelt beside her.
"So where exactly does it hurt?"
Ashley waved her left arm vaguely behind her.
"My left shoulder and up into my neck."
"Well, I'm going to be pressing fairly hard and I'm
going to be using oil on my hands."
"So you want me to take off my T-shirt, right?"
Kevin said nothing. Ashley got to her knees, pulled
off the shirt and flipped it onto the bed. She was
wearing a black strapless cotton bra under it. She lay
back on the floor.
"Right," Kevin instructed "sort of fold your arms and
use them as a pillow... and face to the right."
Ashley did as he asked. Kevin squeezed some baby oil
onto his hands and then leant over and began to work.
He soon located knots of muscle in her neck and dug
his thumbs in to start loosening them. Ashley squeaked
in pain. He halted for a moment.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No. Carry on. I think you've found one of the
places."
Kevin began working the muscle again and elicited a
series of grunts from Ashley as his fingers probed.
Bit by bit, he felt the muscle easing and moved down
to her shoulders. Again his fingers found a muscle
group that needed work. He spread more oil on his
hands and returned to the task. His hands glided over
her skin and his fingers squeezed and soothed at the
same time.
Ashley found herself dealing with a number of new
emotions. Apart from hugs and kisses from a few close
family members, this was the first intimate physical
contact she had ever allowed another living soul to
have with her. Even Gina knew better than to give her
more than a quick hug. She had always feared intimacy
but, as Kevin continued the massage, she felt a warm,
comfortable sensation pervading her body. She had been
very tense as she awaited Kevin's touch but she felt
that tension ebbing away to be replaced by a feeling
of confidence and well-being.
Unnoticed by Kevin, she began smiling.
"God, Kevin, You're good at this. Where did you learn
to do it?"
"Some of the bigger names have a masseuse or masseur
who travels with them, or else they bring in a local
one. These people have to sit around for long periods
while the star is shooting and I often talk with them.
I sort of picked it up from them."
"Well, it really seems to be working so don't stop
now."
"I'll do your whole back if you like."
"Umm, that would be nice. Yes please."
"Is it all right if I unhook your bra? Actually, it
would probably be better if you did it. I've got oil
on my hands."
Ashley reached behind her and undid the clasp,
flicking the ends off her back. Kevin poured a little
oil in a ribbon down her spine and set to work, his
thumbs working along the central ridge. His hands
flattened on her back and he worked slowly and
methodically from her shoulders to the waistband of
her jeans.
Ashley was now savouring the warmth and comfort that
his hands were bringing. Then, as his hands worked
outwards round her rib-cage, stopping just short of
her breasts, she began to feel a new sensation which
grew as his touch fell just short of her buttocks.
This time it was warmth from within and she found
that, far from resenting it, she was actually enjoying
his hands on her body.
Kevin sat back on his heels.
"That felt so good, I didn't want it to stop."
"Would you like me to do your legs?"
Ashley twisted her head to look at him. There was no
guile there, just a desire to make her feel better.
"Are you sure you don't just want to get me out of my
pants?" she asked.
"No, honestly, Ashley..." he protested earnestly.
"I was only joking, Kevin. You know I trust you.
Anyway, it's not as though you haven't seen it before.
She pushed her hands underneath her and struggled with
her waistband and fly. Then she reached behind her,
lifted her butt and pushed her jeans down towards her
knees before flattening herself against the floor
again.
"You're going to have to pull them off. Just throw
them on the bed."
Kevin did ask she said and then knelt at her feet
taking in the symmetry of her body. She was wearing a
black thong and he was struck again by the unblemished
perfection of her. The soft white curves of her
buttocks, the thin strap of the thong dividing them
but not concealing much until it became a small dark
triangle against her crotch. He sighed and decided to
start on her calves.
He spread oil on his hands and began kneading the calf
muscles as he had her back, from ankle to knee. He
didn't rush. He would happily have prolonged this
experience for ever but he was intent on being, as his
parents would have reminded him, "a true
professional." He moved up to the back of Ashley's
thighs and felt her legs pull closer together. He
continued working gently but firmly, and she relaxed
again.
As he worked on her, Ashley sensed that she was coming
to a crossroads. How far would she let this go? His
hands were now only inches from her butt. If he chose
to go there, should she allow it? Would it be sending
the wrong signals to him if she did? On the other
hand, there was no doubt that he had helped ease the
pain in her shoulder and neck. There was also no doubt
that she was beginning to get turned on by his touch.
She had never felt anything like this before and
decided to wait and see if he stopped or continued. No
point in saying anything until it became an issue.
Kevin was having a similar struggle. He had worked his
way up to the top of her thighs and she seemed to be
enjoying it. But what if he went further? He didn't
want to jeopardise their relationship, especially now
that they seemed to be developing a genuine
friendship. At the same time, he was overwhelmed by
her desirability and the closeness of her, the warmth
of her skin under his hand and the fragrance of her
body. He felt the familiar stirring in his groin and
decided to take the risk. He applied more oil to his
hands and starting at the back of her knees, allowed
his hands to move slowly up the back of her thighs and
then up over her buttocks.
Ashley felt the lightness of his touch and the
gentleness of his fingers and gave in to the warmth
that was filling her. She said nothing and Kevin began
to breathe again. He let his hands rove her curves
seeking to transmit tenderness and caring through his
touch. Ashley was in a dreamlike state where new
sensations were welling up and threatening to
overwhelm her. She should stop him but she discovered
that she didn't want to. There was a sensuality to the
situation that had her body responding in ways that
surprised her.
Almost intuitively, Kevin picked up on her mood. He
ran his hands from the backs of her ankles, all the
way up to her shoulders, and then back. To do so, he
had to lean right over her body and Ashley felt the
fabric of his jeans brush her backside as he stretched
for her shoulders. She also felt something else.
"Is that what I think it is?" she demanded.
"'Fraid so," he said. "Sorry."
"I guess I should be used to it by now. I suppose, as
Steve said, it's a sort of compliment."
Kevin gave a few more sweeps to her back and then
stopped. Ashley lay there, unmoving.
"That was wonderful, Kevin. Thank you. You have a real
talent. I really enjoyed it. "
Kevin paused for a moment.
"There's always your front."
Ashley felt a rush of adrenaline race through her
body. After what felt like an age to Kevin, she
cranked her head round to look at him.
"Kevin, we're not talking about relaxing tense muscles
now, are we?"
"No," said Kevin quietly. "We're not."
Ashley's mind was in turmoil. What was he hoping for?
Sex? If so, forget it. He was nice and all that but
she knew that all guys were nice if they thought they
could get into your pants. But he had been amazingly
gentle to this point and she was fairly sure that she
could stop him if he tried to go too far. And he was
good with his hands. She had seen how Gina had reacted
to Steve's touch and had quietly envied her the
experience. She felt her body tensing at even the
idea. In the end, it was hormones that made up her
mind.
Still looking Kevin in the eye, she slowly turned
over. The unclipped bra lay on the floor under her and
she arched her back to pull it out, throwing it to
join the other discarded clothes on the bed. She now
wore just the thong. As she lay back again, Kevin
gazed down on her and thought again how stunning she
was and how lucky he was to not only look at her but,
now, to actually touch her.
He knelt at her feet again, leaned forward and took
the elasticised sides of the thong between his
fingers. Ashley nearly panicked as he drew the small
piece of cloth down her legs. Her hand shot out to
cover her crotch. Kevin pulled the thong clear of her
body and threw it on the bed. Then, very gently, he
took her covering hand in his. He felt her resist the
pull but he was gentle and persistent, and she finally
let him place her hand back by her side, but her legs
were clamped tightly together.
Kevin changed position to kneel by her head, facing
her feet and began by massaging her fingers and arms
until he could feel the tension in them easing. He
switched to the area around her collar bone, working
his thumbs into the "salt-cellars". Ashley's skin
glistened where the traces of oil were left behind. At
last, the moment arrived when Kevin ran his thumbs
down through the valley between her breasts, flattened
his hands below them and then drew the flattened palms
up and over the small inviting mounds.
Ashley felt warmth gathering again in the pit of her
stomach. Kevin repeated the sweeping movement several
more times and then, on the next upward sweep, his
hands halted on her breasts and began a gentle
squeezing motion while his thumbs teased her nipples.
Ashley took a deep breath as she felt her nipples
answering the touch. They grew firm and extended until
they stood a good half-inch proud of the small rose-
pink circles surrounding them. At the same time, the
inner warmth was spreading outwards and downwards too.
As if he could read her, Kevin's hands moved down
again over the slope below her breast to the flat of
her stomach.
He stood up and moved to her feet and knelt again. He
saw that her legs were, once more, firmly clamped
together. Placing a hand on the inside of each ankle,
he applied pressure. Reluctantly, Ashley allowed her
legs to part and Kevin eased forward so that she could
not close them again. He paused to look at her.
Surmounting her pubic area was a plume of fine golden
hair that was carefully trimmed into a neat triangle.
The tightly closed line of her labia was clearly
visible but he could make out the small rosette at the
top which was the site of her still dormant clitoris.
His heart was pounding as he bent to pour a little oil
onto her stomach. He also oiled his palms and began a
gentle kneading motion He felt Ashley's stomach
muscles tighten as he began inching down from her
navel. As he finally reached the upper fringe of her
bush, a shiver ran through her.
At this point, Ashley had abandoned any intention she
might have had to stop him. Heat was radiating through
her from her core and she was aware of every nerve
ending in her body. Her nipples, her areolae, her
breasts, her stomach tingled at his touch. She could
feel them beginning to pulsate as Kevin's fingers
began their exploration of her most private parts.
Her eyes were tightly closed and her breathing shallow
as he riffled through her blonde thatch. His fingers
gently entwined and stroked, parted and smoothed the
blonde strands, sending shivers racing up her spine.
She couldn't understand how these new sensations could
be frightening and so delicious at the same time.
His index finger located her clitoris and rubbed
around it in tiny circles. She gasped with pleasure
and almost immediately, the flesh responded, filling
and rising under his touch. He tweaked it between his
thumb and finger and she squirmed, her stomach flip-
flopping with excitement. As Kevin ran his finger down
the ribbon of pink flesh, she actually yelped. He
continued tracing a line up and down until her outer
lips were engorged and open to receive him. She was
aware that she was now soaking wet and that it was her
own juices that were lubricating his finger, not the
baby oil.
Kevin was now alternately rubbing her clitoris and her
slit. Ashley was unaware of any conscious decision but
found that her body was now lifting and falling to the
pace of his stroking. He maintained the rhythm and she
felt her very first orgasm starting to build. Again,
Kevin seemed to be able to read her body for his
finger slid lower and found her vagina wet, open and
waiting. He slid a finger inside her and stroked the
wall. She realised that she was grunting as she fought
to control her breathing.
Sensing she was near, Kevin inserted two fingers as
far as they would reach. Ashley screamed as the orgasm
hit her full force and Kevin's fingers were drenched
as she rocked up and down, legs clamped to keep his
fingers in place. As the first wave began to subside,
Kevin partially withdrew and then reinserted his
fingers and Ashley felt another wall of sensation
sweep over her, even more violent than the first.
Kevin let her ease back before bringing her to the
crest again.
"No more, Kevin, please," she finally gasped.
He withdrew his hand and sat back watching her as she
slowly got herself back under control. At last her
eyes opened. She saw him watching her and smiled at
him.
"I don't know what to say, Kevin. Somehow 'thank you'
just doesn't seem to cut it."
"Forget it, Ash. I'll never forget that I had the
privilege of giving you your first orgasm."
"Nor will I, Kevin Bainbridge. You may be sure of
that."
She stood up on legs that were still trembling and
glanced in the mirror.
"God, look at me. I'm a mess. I need to take a shower
before lunch."
"I've got sandwiches in my pack when you're ready"
"Great, well you know where the kitchen is and where
the juice is. Just keep opening cupboards and drawers
until you find anything else that you need. I'll be
with you in ten minutes."
She marched off to the bathroom while Kevin went to
the kitchen and washed his hands, but not before
inhaling the heady aroma of her that still clung to
his fingers. Then he laid the table so that, by the
time she came back, lunch was ready to eat. She was
wearing a beautifully embroidered red silk kimono with
matching obi securing it at her waist. Her hair hung
in a damp fan behind her. He decided that he would
never get tired of looking at her. She glanced over
the table arrangement and then went to the fridge. As
she leant over to get a bag of salad out of the salad
drawer, the kimono sagged open at the top and Kevin
caught a glimpse of white flesh with a pink nipple at
its tip. He looked away quickly hoping that Ashley
hadn't noticed him gawping. She hadn't.
They ate almost in silence. As soon as they had
finished, Kevin went to clear the table but Ashley
stopped him.
"I'll do that later. Come back to my room. I want to
talk with you."
He followed her and she flopped on top of the bed
covers, laying back with her head on the pillows. She
patted the edge of the bed to indicate that he should
sit beside her as they talked. Kevin perched himself
where she had indicated.
"I've been thinking a lot about what I said to you the
other day and it bothers me."
"Ashley, you don't have to apologise..." he began.
"I wasn't going to," she grinned. "I meant every word,
but there are some other important things that I
should have said and didn't."
"Such as?"
"Such as 'thank you' for example."
"For what?"
"For inspiring me. I saw how determined you are to
become an actor, in spite of the guys at school making
fun of you and it helped me to make a decision."
"What's that then?"
"I'm going to make a serious attempt to get into
modelling."
"Good for you, Ash. I know that you can make it."
Kevin uttered the words because he meant them but he
felt a pang of sadness. He had no doubt that she would
be snapped up by some big agency and would quickly
move out of his orbit in the glamorous world of high
fashion and he'd never see her again. Her next word
made it even more certain.
"Dad's younger sister, Aunt Osa lives in Toronto and I
thought that, next break, I'd visit her and stay for a
while. It's not New York but it's closer than
Vancouver."
Kevin tried to keep the disappointment out of his
voice.
"That's great, Ashley. As a matter of fact, I think
mum has some contacts in the fashion industry in both
New York and Toronto. I could ask her if you like and
maybe get you some go-sees."
Ashley heard the hurt in his voice and noted how his
body had slumped at her announcement.
"Would you really do that for me?"
"Of course, Ashley. You know I would. I'll do anything
that helps you."
"I'm not sure that I deserve you, Kevin, but thank you
anyway."
"I'll talk to mum tonight but it'll be a while before
I have the information for you."
"No rush, but it would be a big step forward."
He nodded and fell silent. She watched him for a
moment and then leaned forward.
"Can I say something without you getting all
defensive?"
"I don't know. Let's see, shall we?"
"Okay. You want to be an actor. I don't know much
about acting but I have got to know you a little as a
person by now. Do you know what I mean when I say that
you wear your heart on your sleeve? It's a phrase my
mother sometimes uses."
"I think so but maybe you'd better explain."
"Well, just now, when I said that I was going to
Toronto, what you said was that you were happy for me
but your voice and body said the opposite."
Kevin was silent.
"It's just that, oh I don't know... let's say you had
to play a love scene with an actress and you really
didn't like her, how do you keep that from showing on
your face or in your voice?"
Kevin stayed quiet for a long time and Ashley began to
think that she had said too much. In fact, Kevin was
considering what she had said very carefully before
attempting to answer.
"Let me see if I can explain this but, as you put it
the other day, you have to let me stumble through this
in my own way. The truth is that there is something
about you that makes me behave differently around you
from the way I behave with anyone else.
"Yesterday, you were pissed off at me for putting you
on a pedestal and, when I thought about it, I saw that
you were right and that I really didn't know that much
about you. But, today, when we were talking about your
mum and dad, I felt much more comfortable and began to
like you for a whole bunch of new reasons. I like the
way you can make me laugh, for example. Not many
people can do that.
"As for wearing my heart on my sleeve, maybe it's
true. Obviously, I haven't been able to hide how I
feel about you but that's because, until yesterday, I
didn't think I had any reason to try. But you are the
only person I have ever met that I feel this way about
so, yes, I was not happy to hear that you could move
away because it means that I might never see you
again, and I can't... Well, never mind.
"But you asked me about playing a scene with an
actress I don't like. I've talked to some good actors,
people whose names you would know, and they say that
when you play a scene, you try to remember and bring
to it feelings from some similar experience that
you've already had. Which brings us to the bit you
won't want to hear."
He dropped his eyes and looked at the floor.
"You swore at me for saying that you were perfect. You
were right because I know that you're not. What I
should have said, because it is true, is that you are
perfect for me. What I mean is, I can't ever imagine
finding any girl who is prettier, or smarter, or who
makes me feel the way I feel when I'm near you. And if
that pisses you off, I'm sorry but it's the truth.
"So, you see, when I have to play a scene with anyone
else, I will always now be able to look back on this
morning and, in my mind, I'll be seeing you, so
playing the scene will be a piece of cake."
There was silence, and when he looked up, he saw that
Ashley was crying. For her, what he had just said hit
her like a thunderbolt. Unless she had misheard him,
he had just told her that she would be the inspiration
in his life's work from this point on and it forced
her to re-examine everything she had assumed about
him. Her mind raced and all the pieces rearranged
themselves almost instantly. She had totally misjudges
his motives and her perception of everything changed.
One of the things that had bugged her was that she was
quite sure that, although he obviously liked her,
Kevin was really saying some of the things he had said
to improve his chances of getting her into bed. But as
she looked back, several new thoughts struck her. Of
the four of them, at this point, Kevin was the only
one who had not asked for or had not received any
physical gratification at the hands of one of the
other three.
Gina had been brought to orgasm by Steve and had given
him a blow-job in return. And that morning, she had
selfishly let Kevin pleasure her without even
considering any reciprocal action. In spite of his
overwhelming feelings for her, he had concentrated
solely on her pleasure, without complaint. He had
actually stopped short of saying that he loved her but
it was as clear as daylight from his last speech that,
in his way, that is exactly what he felt.
She suddenly felt cheap, selfish and despicable. She
began to appreciate how much her attitude towards him
must have hurt him and she was utterly miserable.
All Kevin saw was that Ashley was in tears and he
figured that it was all his fault. He stood up.
"I'm sorry, Ashley. I shouldn't have said anything.
Maybe I'd better go."
"No, "Ashley shouted in panic.
She jumped off the bed and flung her arms around his
neck, burying her head in his shoulder.
"Oh Kevin, I'm so sorry. I was so wrong about you.
Please don't go. Please."
She turned her face up to look at him and saw stunned
amazement on his face. He didn't know what she was
talking about. All he knew was that she was in his
arms and was begging him to stay. A smile crept over
his face and, when she saw it, Ashley laughed through
her tears.
"Of course I'll stay if that's what you want," he
said.
She just nodded and smiled. Not quite believing the
change in her, he moved cautiously to kiss her
expecting that she would stop him. Instead, she moved
her lips to meet his and all the frustrations and
misunderstandings melted away in a kiss that took his
breath away, and hers.
When they finally broke apart, Ashley saw the longing
in his face.
"Put your hands up in the air," she ordered.
Mystified, he did as she asked. She moved close to him
and pulled his golf shirt out of his shorts.
"Ashley, what on earth are you doing?" he asked.
"Be quiet and just do as I ask, okay?"
He shrugged. She tugged his shirt up over his head and
tossed it aside.
"Sit... there on the bed."
She knelt at his feet and pulled off his hiking socks,
then straightened up and undid the belt to his shorts.
By the time her hands moved to his zip, he was already
beginning to harden. Ashley ignored the bulge in his
pants and slid the zip to the bottom of the fly.
"Butt up," she demanded.
He obeyed and she pulled off his shorts and
underpants. He was fully erect and she found it
beautiful. She undid her sash and threw it aside, then
pulled the kimono open and let it slip off her
shoulders. Kevin was amazed to see that she was fully
aroused herself and he reached towards her but she
held up her hand.
"Soon," she whispered with a catch in her throat.
She sat beside him and reached out her hand. Her
fingers closed gently around his throbbing penis and
just held it.
"You are my first, too" she whispered.
Then she bent over and kissed the tip, something she
had told herself she could never do. Kevin groaned and
she took this as her cue. She rolled off the bed and
knelt by his knees. She slid her hand down to the base
of his shaft, brushing against his pubic hair. She
leant in and kissed the tip again while stroking him
very slowly. This time though, she kept her lips in
contact with it and then opened them to let her tongue
explore him. Kevin was sure that he must be dreaming
but the sensations were far more acute than he'd ever
experienced in any dream.
Ashley opened her mouth and experimentally enclosed
the first inch or so of his cock. She experienced a
slight saltiness in her mouth but it was not
unpleasant and so she accepted a little more of him,
using her tongue on the underside. She slid backwards
and forwards a couple of times and felt him rising up
to meet her. She was smart enough to know that he
would not be able to hold on long so she stood up
facing him and pulled his face to her breasts. Kevin
took almost one entire breast into his mouth and
gripped her nipple between his teeth, clamping down
lightly.
She squealed with pleasure and he clamped his hand
onto the other breast, working it and squeezing it
until she knew that an orgasm could not be far away.
She pulled back and pushed him flat on his back,
grabbing his feet to make him face along the length of
the bed. Then she jumped up onto the bed and straddled
him. Slowly she lowered herself until she felt his
prick against her distended clit. She rubbed herself
back and forth on him, feeling her mounting wetness
ease the friction. Her vagina was opening and she slid
forwards to allow him to begin entering her.
"No, Ashley. You don't have to," he gasped.
But Ashley had made up her mind. Before he could stop
her, she simply sat and impaled herself on him. He
gasped and she began to ride him, slowly at first
until she felt his body answering. She heard him groan
and increased the pace. Her own body was firing off
signals of rising intensity, As he began bucking, she
was whipping her head from side to side as the tide of
ecstasy rose and rose. She could feel every bit of him
inside her, throbbing and sliding, feel the friction
and lubrication. Then she felt her release approaching
just as he yelled.
"I'm coming. Ashley. Let me pull out."
But she just rode him harder and as the wave swept
over her, she felt him explode into her and heard him
weeping. She kept going until she was quite sure that
he was done and then allowed herself to collapse on
top of him, burying her head in his neck, but keeping
him inside her. He poured kisses onto her head.
When he could finally speak he put a hand on each side
of her face so that she would look at him.
"Why, Ashley? What if you become pregnant? There would
go your career."
"It's okay, Kevin. We're safe. I'm on the pill."
The look on his face caused her to burst out laughing.
"It's all right you idiot. Girls take birth control
pills for reasons other than not becoming pregnant.
And in case you were wondering, I tore my hymen two
years ago doing gymnastics."
He looked so relieved that she laughed again and
kissed him full on the lips. He hugged her to him and
they lay like that for several minutes. Finally,
Ashley felt cramp setting in so, reluctantly, she let
him slip out of her and rolled on to her side next to
him, pulling her knees up slightly and resting her
head on his chest.
Kevin looked down at the miracle of her, reliving the
last half an hour in his mind. Idly, his hand caressed
her hair and he watched the steady rise and fall of
the small breasts that so excited him. He sighed in
deep contentment.
"I love you, Ashley," he whispered.
"I know, Kevin," she murmured. "I know."
And in two minutes she was fast asleep.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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