advantage of you. I swear. I just want to lie
down and be comfortable ; we can stay on top the
covers, draw a line down the middle of the bed… whatever. I just want to get as
much of you as I can before you go home tomorrow so that maybe I can figure out
what the hell it is you are doing to me.” He smiled, using those dimples to
charm me. As if that was necessary. In my mind, I was already lying naked in
his bed. “I know this sounds crazy, but please, come to my room with me?”
I was dumbfounded; I didn’t
believe this kind of thing happened in real life. I never in a million years
thought someone who looked like Ash would be saying those words to me hours
after meeting, much less on my first night of my free life. It was like I was
dreaming. There was never any chance I was going to say no to him and I was
pretty sure he knew it too. “Well since you said please…” I stood up and
grabbed his hand and allowed him to lead me down the hall and into his room.
Ash’s bedroom looked pretty much
like I expected a college-aged guy’s room to look. There was a full-sized bed
that I was surprised to find neatly made with solid grey linens, a large wooden
dresser that donned a framed picture of Ash with an older couple who I assumed
were his parents, and a desk that held his laptop and textbooks. It was tidier
than I had anticipated; there weren’t any stray clothes or shoes lying around.
Thick light-blocking curtains hung over the one window in the room, but the
walls were bare of any art or other decoration.
I wasn’t sure how long I had been
standing there studying his room when I realized Ash was watching me. Not
letting go of his hand, I turned to face him and was greeted by his devilish
grin.
“Does it pass your inspection?” he
teased. I looked at his mouth as he talked and unconsciously licked my lips,
yearning to know how his mouth would feel against mine. He then moved his gaze
to my mouth and cocked his eyebrows at me and smirked.
I could feel the warmth of the
blush creep across my face and neck, mortified that I had not only been caught
scrutinizing his personal living space but at my body’s obvious physical
reaction to his proximity. I nodded and then lost the battle to contain my
nervous giggles.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I replied, not wanting
to admit to him the reason I was so thoroughly inspecting his room was because
this was the first time I had ever been in a guy’s room.
“Nothing, huh?”
The next thing I knew, I was lying
flat on my back in the center of Ash’s bed and he was tickling me relentlessly.
I desperately tried to escape his assault, but my legs were trapped between his
and he had both of my arms pinned above my head with one of his hands.
“I am not going to stop until you
tell me why you think my room is so funny,” he said as he continued to torment
me with his free hand.
“Okay, okay,” I managed to say
when I finally stopped laughing long enough to catch my breath.
Ash stopped tickling me at my surrender
but kept my body restrained under his. His mesmerizing eyes penetrated mine as
he waited for my answer. For the first time I noticed a light sprinkle of
freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. Dimples and freckles… my two
weaknesses - I was starting to wonder if he wasn’t made just for me. He was
close enough that his scent, a mixture of clean refreshing soap and minty fresh
toothpaste, flooded my nostrils and I clenched my legs together hoping to
relieve the growing ache in my sex. His nearness made me lose complete control
of my thoughts and physical reactions.
“I wasn’t laughing at your room,”
I admitted. “I wasn’t really laughing at anything. It just struck me as comical
that here I am, eighteen years old, starting college in a couple of days, and
this is the first guy’s room I’ve ever been inside except for my brother’s.
You’ve probably had more girls in here than… well, I don’t have any idea
down and be comfortable ; we can stay on top the
covers, draw a line down the middle of the bed… whatever. I just want to get as
much of you as I can before you go home tomorrow so that maybe I can figure out
what the hell it is you are doing to me.” He smiled, using those dimples to
charm me. As if that was necessary. In my mind, I was already lying naked in
his bed. “I know this sounds crazy, but please, come to my room with me?”
I was dumbfounded; I didn’t
believe this kind of thing happened in real life. I never in a million years
thought someone who looked like Ash would be saying those words to me hours
after meeting, much less on my first night of my free life. It was like I was
dreaming. There was never any chance I was going to say no to him and I was
pretty sure he knew it too. “Well since you said please…” I stood up and
grabbed his hand and allowed him to lead me down the hall and into his room.
Ash’s bedroom looked pretty much
like I expected a college-aged guy’s room to look. There was a full-sized bed
that I was surprised to find neatly made with solid grey linens, a large wooden
dresser that donned a framed picture of Ash with an older couple who I assumed
were his parents, and a desk that held his laptop and textbooks. It was tidier
than I had anticipated; there weren’t any stray clothes or shoes lying around.
Thick light-blocking curtains hung over the one window in the room, but the
walls were bare of any art or other decoration.
I wasn’t sure how long I had been
standing there studying his room when I realized Ash was watching me. Not
letting go of his hand, I turned to face him and was greeted by his devilish
grin.
“Does it pass your inspection?” he
teased. I looked at his mouth as he talked and unconsciously licked my lips,
yearning to know how his mouth would feel against mine. He then moved his gaze
to my mouth and cocked his eyebrows at me and smirked.
I could feel the warmth of the
blush creep across my face and neck, mortified that I had not only been caught
scrutinizing his personal living space but at my body’s obvious physical
reaction to his proximity. I nodded and then lost the battle to contain my
nervous giggles.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I replied, not wanting
to admit to him the reason I was so thoroughly inspecting his room was because
this was the first time I had ever been in a guy’s room.
“Nothing, huh?”
The next thing I knew, I was lying
flat on my back in the center of Ash’s bed and he was tickling me relentlessly.
I desperately tried to escape his assault, but my legs were trapped between his
and he had both of my arms pinned above my head with one of his hands.
“I am not going to stop until you
tell me why you think my room is so funny,” he said as he continued to torment
me with his free hand.
“Okay, okay,” I managed to say
when I finally stopped laughing long enough to catch my breath.
Ash stopped tickling me at my surrender
but kept my body restrained under his. His mesmerizing eyes penetrated mine as
he waited for my answer. For the first time I noticed a light sprinkle of
freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. Dimples and freckles… my two
weaknesses - I was starting to wonder if he wasn’t made just for me. He was
close enough that his scent, a mixture of clean refreshing soap and minty fresh
toothpaste, flooded my nostrils and I clenched my legs together hoping to
relieve the growing ache in my sex. His nearness made me lose complete control
of my thoughts and physical reactions.
“I wasn’t laughing at your room,”
I admitted. “I wasn’t really laughing at anything. It just struck me as comical
that here I am, eighteen years old, starting college in a couple of days, and
this is the first guy’s room I’ve ever been inside except for my brother’s.
You’ve probably had more girls in here than… well, I don’t have any idea
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