Okay, so be gentle! This is my first story, and it all kind of randomly came together, while I was driving home from work. It's not true, although I totally wish it were. Names have been changed, because, well, I think that's what you're supposed to do when you write something like this... Conceal their identities or something??
All of this came from my brain! If it sounds like someone else's... whelp, that's awkward.
ENJOY MY FANTASIES!
Ashley started off at a jog as she passed her mailbox. She's home for the summer, and although Zumba is fun, she still feels the need to run. Her feet hit the pavement at a faster speed as she matched her pace to the tempo of the music from her ipod.
Ashley was never considered a looker back in high school, and only had one boyfriend. They dated for three years, and she was devastated when they broke up. Moving away to a different state for college was good for her. She ended up going to University of Alabama on a full ride for architecture. She was now 20, 5'5'', 135 lbs, 34 C breasts, blonde, and frequented the party scene on a regular basis. Not Barbie-perfect, but Ash had gotten used to getting what she wanted on the sexual front.
Imagining her last escapade with one of her lovers from school, Jared, Ashley's mind was in the gutter and everywhere else except right in front of her. She ran into someone hard as a brick, and fell over them onto the pavement. She could feel blood pooling in her palms from breaking her fall. She stood up way too quickly, still hyped up from her run, and the world got blurry.
After refocusing her eyes, she looked at the poor sucker she'd run over. It was Christian. Christian was two years younger than she, and had been considered the player of Dulmoth High. He looked great, muscular as ever, typical tall, dark, and handsome. Only his eyes brought you back from his body, always a piercing green. Ashley had always drooled over him when he went running around their neighborhood, staring out her bedroom window as she slowly rubbed her damp panties.
"Ch....Chris?"
"Yep, that's me alright, how ya doin?" His southern drawl always gave her goosebumps.
"Its me, Ashley, from high school? I was in marching band for like, 4 years?" He finally took her all in. Ashley suddenly realized that she was in Nike shorts and a sports bra. Her cheeks burned pink as his eyes stopped at her nipples, which she knew were standing at attention in the breeze.
"Dear lord, Ash, you're all grown up! Where ya been all this time?" His eyes kept roaming over her body. "Oh, shit! Ash, your hands!" Ashley registered concern in his voice, before she felt the slight burn and throbbing in her palms. She finally looked down and saw blood drop to the pavement.
She gave him a pathetic smile, "I guess I should start paying attention more often, huh?"
He sidestepped her, and gentle pressed his palm to the arch of her back. If only he knew the sparks that his fingertips sent through her. Ashley could feel herself dampen. "Nonsense, it was all my fault. Let me bandage you all up. I'd be a terrible gentleman, if I left a lady in distress on the street."
She followed him up his driveway. His hand never leaving her back. Ashley couldn't help but notice that Chris's smile never left his face, even when he was fumbling for his house keys.