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Ashley II

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A few weeks later I found myself invited to my friend's house to celebrate their youngest daughter's 13th birthday. Caitlin is a pretty hot girl in her own right, but all I could think about was her older sister, Ashley and what she'd said to me. I was eager to come over, eat cake, and maybe a little bit of Ashley's pie. The thought of it was so intoxicating, but I knew it was wrong and probably had no intentions of going through with anything. It was just that she would be there at his younger sister's party and I would sneak a few peaks at her little breasts, at her legs if she wore a skirt, and hope to God she didn't say anything sexual to me. I hoped she would, but I hoped she wouldn't because I was weak, I wanted to do her on the floor in front of everybody. That would have been suicide.

Through the party, even despite the watchful eye of the parents, Ashley managed to rub up against me a few times that made me feel weird. Maybe I felt turned on. I don't know. She was teasing me and that was not a good idea.

Like before, I excused myself to the little boy's room, and I walked by Ashley's door. Closed. Oh well, I thought. I went into the bathroom, but the only thing on my mind was a good wank. I needed to relieve some pressure, if you know what I mean. This time I came quickly, but it was intense because I left the door unlocked, hoping beyond hope to be caught by Ashley. I cleaned myself up and went back to the party. The elders were drunk and the younger ones were high on too much sugar and too much cake. Ashley remained in her room. Then the grownups decided to go get some more beer and asked if I would stay home and mind the brats, as they sometimes referred to their kids.

I started barking orders until the parents had gone and then I saw Ashley coming down the hall. She was smiling like she meant trouble, which she did. 'I know what you did in the bathroom. You left some stuff on the toilet seat.' Oooops! Busted! I sank back into the chair thinking I was going to be called all sorts of names, or be laughed at, but Ashley only smiled at me and said 'I still want to give you a blow job.' I kinda laughed, but it was a nervous laugh. I didn't know what to think. Ashley disappeared into the dark hallway, back to her room, where I imagined she would masturbate. I wanted desperately to go in there and help her, watch her, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought about my friends finding out and my eventual banishment from the rhealm. A car turned into the driveway and that pretty much wrapped it up for me. Maybe more will happen later, but I don't think so. I am too puritanical and always trying to do the right thing, even if it's painful, or is the road least cummed on.

Since that night, I have wanked five times a day thinking about could have beens and what ifs. That's pretty much my life. God, what I wouldn't do for a pair of Ashley's panties, all creamed up and wet. I need something to play with. My hand is not enough.

Maybe soon I will get an invite over there or not and we'll see if I can say no a third time. Like they say, third time's the charm.



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