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Cheating with Ashley pt. 1 (FM)



MontBlanc



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	It wasn't nice, and I'm glad I'm through it, but there was a time in
my life when I wasn't exactly faithful to whichever girls I was
dating. As I said, I'm glad I'm through it, but I'm also still aroused
by the memories of some of my experiences. I wasn't a stud or
anything, but I did have fun. There's not a whole lot of plot in most
of these stories, but just a fond recollection of my younger days.
I've changed minor details to keep from giving away too much of who I
am, but the core of the story, and the sex, are essentially true.

Ashley was the first girl I had sex with. We were in college, had
dated some in high school, broken up, and then gotten back together,
or at least gotten back to making out some. We then broke up again,
and I started dating someone else, who didn't go to school with us. I
had too much alone time, and was too exposed to too many attractive
young women.

One night Ashley and I were talking. The school was large, but we
shared a major, so we were regularly in contact. There had been a
seminar thing, not required, but you know how those things are. The
profs don't make you attend but not attending isn't a good idea. A
speaker, fairly well known in the sociology field, had been there and
we went to a reception afterwards.

It was a dress up thing. I was in my typical khakis and blue blazer.
Ashley was in something pink that I hadn't seen her in before. She was
a cyclist, and her legs were strong and attractive, and this dress
drew attention to them, covering her thighs tightly and showing off
her calves.

We talked for a little while about the speaker and classes in general
and the idiot profs, and of course managed to end up talking about the
class we were both taking this semester. We were still only sophomores
so we weren't exclusively taking Soc courses, but we did each have two
classes in the major and we were in Study of Deviance at the same
time. We were just getting into the chapter on sexual deviance and we
both admitted that it was pretty uncomfortable to sit in class at 8
o'clock and talk about things like that.

We didn't get too explicit, but it didn't matter. I myself was a fan
of sexual deviance and the ideas suggested in class aroused me, and
hearing her talk about it aroused me too. As I said, Ashley looked
good. She was short, about 5'2" but she was perfectly proportioned,
and having seen her naked before, I failed to understand why I
shouldn't again. I also wasn't too shy with her.

"You're killing me here, Ashley. You look really good."

Ashley got a coy look in her eyes and pretended she had no idea what I
was talking about. "What do you mean? What about the doctor's
daughter?"

She had met my new girlfriend at least twice, and knew very well that
her name was Amanda, but she always referred to her as the doctor's
daughter. Still a hint of jealousy, obviously.

I gave no comment to her question. "When did you get that dress? I
don't remember it."

She told me she had gotten it for an interview for a job she was
hoping to get this summer. We were sitting now, in a corner of a room
off of the main hall where the reception was being held. The overflow
traffic had originally moved here, but as people were leaving, we were
now alone in the room. Ashley was sitting properly, ankles crossed,
but as I stared openly at her legs, she moved her right leg over her
left, baring her calf right next to me.

It wasn't a conscious thought, my hand became like a magnet and I
reached out and grabbed her right thigh. It was held so beautifully in
the material of her dress. I didn't pinch it, just palmed it, feeling
the warmth. Had someone been watching, they would have thought very
little of it. Just a young college couple. But to me and Ashley it
felt really good.

"Hmmm. You are in trouble, Mike. You are ready for something, aren't
you?" Ashley grinned, looking at my hand on her thigh.

Neither of us mentioned Amanda. We just got up, gathered our things
and headed to my room. Because my roommate had dropped out, and no one
else transferred in right away, I had a private room. We still walked
carefully, knowing that anyone of our friends could see us, but we
made it unscathed to the room.

She walked into the room first, and as soon as I closed the door, I
grabbed her from behind, a thigh in each hand now, and pulled her back
against me, grinding my hard-on against her ass. We both moaned. I
turned my dorm room light, which I had left on, off and she turned
around.

It's interesting to me how you forget the ways people kiss. She was
small, but compared to Amanda, her mouth seemed larger.

It was warm, tasted slightly of the punch we'd had at the reception,
and was arousing as hell. We kissed all over each other's faces, ears,
necks, while our hands roamed over each other.

We hadn't bothered to lie down. She reached for the button on my
pants, opened them, and pulled my cock out, already dripping precum. I
unbuttoned the front of her dress, and though it would probably have
been easier to strip her, didn't take the time.

My mouth was on her left nipple. My left hand reached into her panty
hose. She never wore panties with hose. Said it made her too hot. She
was hot anyway.

Ashley learned one thing about me early on in our relationship. She
knew I loved words. She knew how aroused I was when she said certain
things, when she talked to me about what I was doing. She even let me
read porn, gave me copies of Penthouse Forum. She remembered that
quickly.

With her hand around my cock, and her mouth near my ear, she whispered
my name. "Mike, oh yes, I need this, I need to cum Mike."

We were both rubbing each other feverishly. My left hand was at her
lips, rubbing her clit and down to insert a finger, then back up to
her clit. My right hand was behind her, holding her ass. Her right was
stroking my cock, pulling, twisting from the top to the underside,
smearing the first drops of semen all over.

I'm sure we would have been more comfortable in the bed. Our hands
kept running into each other, I wanted to lick her nipples and managed
to do so, but it sort of cramped my neck, and if we were naked I
wouldn't have had to push her bra down, just as my underwear was
merely pulled down. We probably didn't look all that great, but we
certainly looked needy, which we were.

Needing to feel hands rubbing, pulling, grabbing; tongues licking,
wetting, trailing.

I don't know how long before her comments went from narrative to "Oh
Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike, yes, Mike, oh, yes." Maybe five minutes? But
she was better than me. All I could manage was grunts. Her hand,
petite and soft, felt so good. Her pussy felt wonderful on my hand,
warm and slick. It was all I could do to keep rubbing it for the
feelings her hand was giving me, but whatever effort I was able to put
forth seemed to be bringing her closer to orgasm. Now she was calling
on the Lord.

"Oh god, oh yes, oh god, oh god."

Two fingers inside her now, and my thumb putting light pressure on her
clit, I was suddenly very glad I had a hand on her
ass. Otherwise, we might both have fallen over. Her knees gave a
little and I could feel her coming. She had a squeak in her voice, a
small note she seemed only able to make the second before orgasm, and
as soon as I heard it, I blew cum all over the place. It probably
wasn't much, if you had to measure it, but it hit her dress, the desk
in the dorm room and the floor, as she came and I came and she and I
both groaned and grunted. It was blissful.

Afterwards we talked for a few minutes as I walked her back to the
dorm. She asked me if I felt guilty. She was dating someone now too. I
told her no, not really, as we had done that before, and it wasn't
like we had sex, just played around a little. She seemed to feel the
same way. She said she hadn't had an orgasm in weeks. I asked her why
she didn't play with herself and she said her roommate was always
around, or always walking in at unexpected times. I told her any time
she needed help, just put on that dress. Then we kissed briefly and
she went to her room. I think we both slept well that night.

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