CHAPTER 11
Ashley Loses Her Innocence

It felt like hours… but only a few minutes had passed. John’s words kept ringing inside my head: “For the first time. I want you to have sex with Kevin.” Sex with Kevin. The nightmare was back. I suddenly realized how naïve I was at the prospect of having sex. Up to now, my sexual experiences were limited to one thing: masturbating… ALONE. And now I was to have sex with a MAN. Not just any man. A grown, full-bodied, tall, handsome man.

As I thought about that, I started thinking about Kevin. Would he have a big dick? Would he have a small one? Would I have to suck it? Or simply turn around, bend over and let him fuck me in the ass…

Once again, I was very frightened. I didn’t know what to do. Or how to react. What would I say when I returned with John and Kevin? “Uhm, Kev… I’m ready. Ready to fuck me?” I took a deep breath and had a look around the room. There was a mirror where I could see myself sitting down. There I was: a girl. A young, 18 year old girl unsure of what to do.

Then I caught myself in my own thoughts: A GIRL! I was thinking about myself… AS A GIRL. Not Ashton. Not even Ashley. Simply… a girl. That thought made me smile. It gave me courage. So I got up, and confidently walked back into the dining room. As I walked in, both men stood up. Kevin walked over behind me and pulled the chair under me. I couldn’t help but smile a lot. It made me feel… girly.

I sat down. I was very self-conscious of myself. Very subtly and gently, I would touch my legs. I wanted to feel my panty-hosed legs. I had crossed my legs very lady-like. But since my legs were under the table, only I knew it. And that made me feel very feminine. I would catch Kevin stealing glances at me. I could feel his stare, but when I looked at him, he would blush and turn away. That made me feel pretty… and feminine. And for some reason, it also made me feel powerful. And I liked it. No. Wait. Actually, I loved it. I wanted to feel prettier. More feminine. And Kevin was making me feel just like that. The fear of having sex with him was rapidly disappearing, and instead, I was very curious to find out what it would be like to have sex with him. The mutual attraction was palpable and John had grown very uncomfortable at our flirting.

Kevin tried to lighten the mood. “So, Jack. How about a little game of one-on-one after dinner? I’ll spot you 15 points.” John laughed. “No way… I don’t want you to rape me”.

“Well, if John doesn’t want to get raped… why not rape me?” There was a deafening silence that suddenly fell down on the room after I had challenged Kevin. I couldn’t believe I had said it. But it was too late to take it back. I was feeling so pretty and feminine from Kevin’s stares, that I had lost my fears. I was feeling very much like a woman. And… just as before, now that I had reached a new level of womanhood… I wanted MORE.

Kevin was blushing. John was dumb-struck. I was smiling at Kevin. I turned to look at John. And suddenly, I thought I caught a glimpse of deep jealousy. He looked at Kevin with a cold stare that I had received many times before when John was upset at me. But he was the one who had provoked this. So he had to sit, be quiet and suck on it.

Kevin finally managed to say, “I’m sure you’re kidding”.

“No. I play a mean one-on.one. I don’t care that you played professionally for the NBA. You don’t need to spot me 15 points.” I said. I was totally flirting with him and I couldn’t help myself.

Kevin started laughing. John finally loosened up and smiled. I got up and excused myself. “I need to go to the ladies’ room”. Both men stood with me as I stood up. I started to walk around the table. John and Kevin began to sit down.

I was feeling incredibly horny as I walked into the bathroom. My limp dick was very sensitive and I felt an uncontrollable need to rub it. That’s the reason I excused myself. Although my dick wouldn’t get hard anymore, it was like a small stub. You could flick it with your finger. But it had shrunk to about 5 inches. There was some firmness to it that kept it from being completely limp. But I couldn’t really call it “erect” either. I kept rubbing it and rubbing it. I would press my knees together as I lifted my skirt so I would rub my tiny little dick harder. I caught a glimpse of myself on the bathroom mirror, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. There she was: a beautiful girl masturbating. It was like a scene from the porn shows I used to watch when I was 13 and alone at home. Those days seemed to be so long ago and so far away. But as I watched that beautiful girl masturbating, all I could think was: “she doesn’t need to jack off. She’s so beautiful she could fuck anyone… anytime.” As that thought struck me I couldn’t hold it any longer and I finally had a huge orgasm.

I had to bite my fist to keep myself from screaming. And I could feel my dick cuming inside my panties and my pantyhose. I slumped down on the toilet seat. I suddenly began to relax. I felt… exhilarated. But at the same time, I could finally relax. I felt… wonderful. No guilt. No remorse. But suddenly I felt uneasy. I felt my dick cuming into my panties. And I felt it moist. I shut my eyes thinking, “I’s so stupid… I’m going to have stains”. I lifted my skirt and checked my crotch. To my surprise only a few drops of a transparent fluid had been shot. It felt as if I had shot a lot of fluid. But in reality it was only a few drops. It had been mostly a dry orgasm. It was something new. I was used to wet orgasms. But I had barely shot any cum. Yet, the orgasm was deep, wonderful and it felt like it lasted for a long time. And since my panties and hose were black, it didn’t even stain it. Plus, the skirt would cover my crotch, anyway.

I relaxed, straightened my skirt, checked my makeup and returned to the table. John and Kevin were now standing by the bar. They had a brandy and John was lighting a cigar. He looked up at me, and without stopping to light his cigar, he asked me, “everything all right?”. I walked over, put my arm inside his arm, and rubbed myself very close to him. “Yes. Everything’s fine. In fact, everything’s… perfect. You’re a genius. You knew me better than I know myself”.

John stared at me in disbelief. I let him go, and grabbed Kevin by the arm. “Kevin, would you go out on a walk with me?”. Kevin felt like I was putting him on the spot. He turned towards John hoping to find an approving look. John smiled at me. I smiled back. John said. “Sure! I think it’s a great idea!”.

Kevin smiled and he led me outside. We walked together for a short while. We made small talk but I really wasn’t listening to our conversation. All I could think was, “what will Kevin’s dick look like?”. Finally, after a short walk, I told Kevin, “you know, it’s too cold. Will you walk me to my room?” Kevin simply said, “Sure.” He was about to turn towards the main house, but I led him towards my bungalow.

He opened the door for me as he said, “say, this apartment is pretty cool. You’re staying here?” I simply replied, “uh hum”. He closed the door behind him and I turned on the light. I turned around and looked at him. I looked around and I caught a glimpse of the two of us in the mirror. It was like having an out-of-body experience. I just had an orgasm. And yet, I was still horny. I didn’t know what to do. I was hoping Kevin would make a move. I didn’t have to wait too long. He gently grabbed my chin, and kissed me.

Once upon a time, the thought of me kissing a man, would’ve sent cold chills down my spine. At the very least, I would’ve thrown up. But that was Ashton. He was a coward and an asshole. On the other hand, Ashley welcomed the kiss. I couldn’t believe it. MY FIRST KISS. I could feel Kevin’s tongue in my mouth. And instead of feeling repulsed, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy it. My tongue began to play inside Kevin’s mouth. The taste of brandy was incredible. I wanted more.

Suddenly, my body started to act on its own. I felt Kevin get a hard on against me. It was the first time IN MY LIFE that I felt a foreign dick against me. I hadn’t realized that until that point. The only dick I knew in my life, was my own. I had never touched any other man’s dick. And now, here it was, a huge cock rubbing against my waist. It felt hard, but at the same time, it was flexible. My hands reached out for it and grabbed it. Kevin let out a moan. I let go, thinking I had hurt him by squeezing too hard. But he whispered: “no. Don’t let go”.

So I grabbed it again. He moved his hand and grabbed my breast. It felt incredible. I could feel my nipples get hard as he played around with them. I felt pangs of delight run down my chest and into the pit of my stomach. I moaned with pleasure. At my sounds, I could feel him getting harder and harder. He began to move his hand towards my crotch, and suddenly I became very self-conscious. I pulled back and grabbed his hand.

“Wait.” I said. “You see…”. Kevin interrupted me. “I know. John told me. It’s okay. I’m a little nervous too. I’ve never been with a… a…” He was trying to find the right word to describe me. Finally he asked, “What should I call you?”. I simply smiled and hugged him again, rubbing my body against his dick. “Well, if it’s okay with you, you can call me your girlfriend for tonight”. Kevin smiled and kissed me again. I started rubbing his hard cock over his pants. He lifted my skirt slowly using one hand and reached my crotch. I could feel his huge hand cup my little limp dick. It felt wonderful. My little dick began to pulse. He could feel it. He could feel how hot he had made me. So he lifted me in his arms and carried me over to the bed. As I felt my feet leave the ground and into his arms, I missed a heart beat. I was in paradise. I heard myself say, “Oh, God”.

He sat me on the bed. Almost immediately, I went for his belt and began unbuckling it. He started to play with my hair and kept saying, “my God. You’re beautiful”. I threw the belt on the floor and unfastened his pants. I dropped them around his ankles and his dick was tent-poling his boxers. I looked up and we locked eyes. I wasn’t thinking anymore. My body and soul were on auto-pilot. I pulled down his boxers and his huge cock sprang right in front of my eyes.

I couldn’t help myself. I had to touch it. I had to kiss it. I had to lick it. I caught myself saying “Oh, my…”. I smiled and grabbed it. Kevin closed his eyes. I started rubbing it. But before he could say anything, I felt the urge and put it in my mouth. I couldn’t believe it. I had a cock in my mouth. And I was enjoying it. I started giving Kevin a blow job. And every time I pulled back, I had the urge to squeeze his bulb with my tongue. Kevin would moan in pleasure. I kept sucking harder and harder, faster and faster until Kevin couldn’t hold it any longer and suddenly he came in my mouth.

There was an explosion of salty fluid on my tongue. I guess I should’ve been repulsed. But I was far from being repulsed. Instead, I started to swallow. And I started sucking harder on him. I wanted him to fill me with his cum. I wanted to taste every drop. I could hear Kevin scream with pleasure and I could feel his knees buckling. I kept sucking on his dick until I started to feel his dick get softer. He suddenly grabbed me by the hair, and slowly he pulled me away from him and got his dick out of my mouth.

“Sorry… It’s just that it was almost getting painful. Jesus, Ashley. I’ve never gotten a blow job like that before…” he said, panting.

“I’m sorry, Kevin. I didn’t know I did it so bad. I didn’t mean for it to hurt. It’s just that… it was my first time.” I said lowering my eyes to the floor, and suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.

Kevin gently grabbed me by the chin and lifted my face. “No. I never said I didn’t enjoy it. Totally the opposite. I had never ENJOYED a blow job so much before. That’s what I meant. But after I came, my dick became very, very sensitive. And you just kept going. You sucked me dry. You swallowed everything I had and kept sucking. No girl EVER had done something like that to me before.” He smiled warmly.

I smiled back. He sat next to me on the bed. “Was that really your first time?” I simply nodded. “Shit. You could’ve fooled me”. I turned around surprised and looked at him. I guess he must’ve misunderstood my stare, because he quickly added: “I don’t mean that you’re a slut or anything like that… No offense.”. I relaxed and smiled. Then I put my head on his shoulder. “Don’t worry. None taken. I’m just really, really glad you liked it”. We held each other for what seemed a long, long time. We kissed again, then I relaxed and lay down on the bed.

Kevin stood up and turned around. “So, you’ve never had sex before?”. I shook my head and smiled timidly. Then he asked me “Would you like to?” I smiled broadly and slowly, very slowly nodded. So he finally asked, “Do you have any Vaseline? Or baby oil?”