(Sorry it's been a while. Everyone still 18. Still inspired by true events. Probably need to read part 1 first)
I walked the couple short blocks home and hopped in the shower, washing all traces of Lauren off of me. I thought about stroking myself as I remembered the evening's events but held off. After the shower, I told my parents goodnight and headed down to the basement family room, where our computer was. I cringed at the loud screeches from the modem as I signed on to AOL. Immediately, I spotted Ashley's screen name in my friend's list indicating she was online.
LaxBr03: Hey
DancerGirl25: Hi
Awkward pause.
LaxBr03: how are you? Get home OK?
DancerGirl25: yeah. Just got out of the shower.
LaxBr03: crazy night, huh?
She took her time before responding.
DancerGirl25: can we talk? In person? I just feel like I need to see you.
We were no strangers to sneaking out, and there was a park nearby which was secluded and we usually met up.
LaxBr03: of course. Usual spot? Meet you there in 15.
DancerGirl25: see you there (kissing face)
I grabbed a fleece blanket off the couch, and rummaged through the back of a drawer where I had hidden some condoms in an old software box. I grabbed a couple, eased out the sliding glass door, and walked into the night again.
I walked quickly to the park, and ducked under the gate meant to keep cars out. In the front of the park was a playground and sports fields, but in the back was an old racquetball court and a pavilion, and then a firepit with some benches around it tucked into the woods a little ways where we camped as Boy Scouts when we were younger. Ashley and I had met to hook up on these benches dozens of times.
I arrived first, and Ashley walked up a few minutes later. Her hair was still wet from her shower, and she wore a big baggy sweatshirt and dance leggings. We embraced, and she tucked her head against me under my chin. We stayed like that for a few moments, and then she pulled away and looked up at me, before kissing me on my cheek. I could see her eyes were moistened with tears.
"Hey, are you okay?" I asked her.
She nodded. "I think so. I just...I think I realized seeing you with Lauren that we aren't going to be together after we graduate, are we?"
I thought back to my conversation with Lauren, about my plans to break up with Ashley before college in the fall.
"I don't know, Ash. I mean, I'll always love you, but I think we owe it to ourselves to go experience the world a little bit. We will stay in touch, and whatever happens happens. I don't know more than that."
She nodded and put her head back against my chest.
"I understand. I just want to feel you next to me for a little while."
We sat down on one of the benches, me on the bench, her on my lap, and the blanket I had brought wrapped around us.
We sat in silence for maybe 5 minutes, and then Ashley looked up at me with dry eyes and asked
"So how was she? You can tell me" with a little grin on her face.
This was a conversation full of landmines.
"I don't know" I started. "She was definitely different than you. More aggressive. I couldn't believe how forward she was, I've never seen that side of her."
"I told you she was a hornball. You never believed me. Did you like playing with her bigger tits? What were you two doing in that closet? You know you're definitely bigger than John, I was able to get more of him in my mouth. I hope she didn't get too attached to your big dick."
Rather than respond I leaned down and kissed her, slipping my tongue into her mouth. I ran my hand up her spine under the back of her sweatshirt, noting that I didn't encounter a bra. We made out for a few minutes, her grinding slightly in my lap.
She pulled away and smiled at me saying "you know, I think I'm the only one who didn't get off tonight. I saw you and John cum, and I heard Lauren in the closet, but nothing for me."
"Really?" I asked with surprise. "John didn't do it for you?"
"Oh we had some fun, and he was all over me, but he didn't get me across the line."
I kissed her again, and slid my hand up inside the front of her sweatshirt, pinching her nipple lightly before cupping her breast. She sighed into my kiss, and squirmed more in my lap.
"So you didn't get off while he was playing with your tits?"
She looked at me solemnly and shook her head no.
"How about when he was rubbing your ass?" I said as I ran my hand down her back to cup her butt through her pants, kneading it slightly and running my finger tips up and down her crack. No underwear, I said to myself.
She breathed out "noooo"
I took my hand off of her breast and snaked it down out of her sweatshirt, and gently pried her legs apart, cupping her through her thin dance pants.
"How about when he played with your pussy, you didn't cum then?"
"Nooo"
She opened her legs and turned away from me, pushing her ass against my hard cock. I let go of it, and instead ran my left hand under her sweatshirt to again hold her breast, gently rolling the nipple under my palm. My right hand pulled up away from her groin to the top of her pants, and then my fingertips snuck under the waistline. She bucked her hips forward, allowing me to push my hand all the way down, through her sparse pubs, to the top of her wet slit. I located her clit, and teased it gently with my fingertips, sliding them up and down her hot slick lips.
"Did he play with your clit?" I whispered into her ear before nibbling it.
"A little" she moaned.
"Just a little? What else was he doing?"
"Fingering me" she gasped.