by Gigi Birtie
“Yeah but I'd rather you didn't have to.”
Reaching up I caress his face as I look in the depths of his brilliant green eyes, and I tip toe up planting a sweet yet tender kiss on his soft lips.
Asher deepens our kiss, after a minute he pulls back and asks. “Spend the night with me Sloane?”
I nod wanting nothing more. He didn't need to ask me twice.
Chapter 30
We part ways from everyone by leaving the party early and went to Asher’s house. I was a bit unsteady after those few beers. My heels weren't doing me any favors either, since I'm such a light weight. Asher ended up throwing me over his shoulder as he carried me to his room. I giggled the whole way. Once inside with the door closed, he set me down on his giant bed. He turns from me to empty his pockets to his night stand. Looking around I take in his room, it is a bit larger than mine but it's definitely a man’s room. There is no clutter, and everything has its place.
I look at the pictures on his wall and I see one of mine placed smack dab in the middle of his collection, causing me to smile. I notice the other pictures are similar to the one that he has hanging of mine. Also, I noticed he had a picture of me on his wall. Though it's not an obvious picture of me. I'm about ten years old and awkward as fuck then. I was a little overweight at that time in life and I definitely don't want to point out it's me standing next to the cutest guy at camp. He was only there a week and had to leave due to some family emergency and I never caught his name. It was a damn shame too, there were so many times I thought about that boy. So many times, I wondered where he was today and damn if my little fantasies of him when I was younger were anything like it could have been well hot damn I would have hit the jackpot. You never forget your first crush. Sadly, I never went back to camp because that year turned out so terrible with the teasing and ridicule. Luckily for me I thinned out later that year.
Asher comes up behind wrapping himself around me and points to himself. “That's me right there.” My jaw drops as he's the kid standing right next to me! He's the one I crushed on before he had to leave so abruptly.
“What was your family emergency in why you had to leave so suddenly?” I don't even care I'm dying to know.
“How do you know that.” He turns me around but before I'm fully facing him I point to my chubby self.
“That's me.” I blush.
“No fucking way! You're my camp crush.” He laughs a boisterous laugh as my jaw hits the floor.
“Did you just say camp crush? Do you not see I was the chubby girl of camp?”
“You were not chubby, you were so sweet and always had good snacks. Plus, you weren't the super fat kid of camp, you just had some extra curves that I didn't mind looking at, that and you were the only one there wearing a bra.”
No way, how could he even admit that.
I'm stunned.
“This is even better that you turn out being my camp crush Sloane. I always wondered what happened to you. It was sad I never even got your name.”
“Yeah, I always thought the same, oddly you were my camp crush too.”
“I went back the next year hoping you'd be there, but you never came back.”
I tell him briefly what happened after he left and said there was no way I could do that ever again. Kids can be so mean at that age. They had made fun of me, since I was the only girl that had to wear a bra, both the boys and girls. My only come back to both was, “sooooo.” I wasn't witty enough to save my life, Reese had given me a few comebacks to say, but it only made things worse. It's a weird feeling knowing Asher and I had met, before when we were just kids. It makes me wonder how many times after had our paths crossed without us realizing. Yet all our roads still brought us together. Him and I were meant to experience each other on a deeper level. My heart swells and palpitates just thinking about it. I may be a girl who loves classic cars and motorcycles, but I'm still a girl who loves love.
“Let’s get you out of this dress, Sloane.”
Yawning I couldn't agree more. I wanted to do more with Asher tonight, but for some reason I'm more tired than expected. When I tell him this I was expecting sheer disappointment, but Asher has been nothing but understanding. He helps me out of my dress slowly taking all my clothes off except my panties. I wasn't wearing a bra. His eyes and hands roam my body with appreciation then slips one of his t-shirts over my head and kisses each nipple making them pebble with pleasure. What a tease.
“Was this a shirt of yours from middle school?” My body shakes with laughter from my question. This shirt isn't anywhere near being big enough for his size.
“It was a shirt of mine from high school smart ass, and it's not that small.” He squints down, giving me a stink eye which in turn makes me laugh so loud I cover my mouth with my hand. I didn't want to wake anyone if there is anyone here.
“Don't worry you're not going to wake anyone, it's only me that lives here; my mom has a house a few blocks over.” Asher informs me.
After he informs me of that, he leads me to the bathroom, so I can wash my face and brush my teeth. He bought me my own tooth brush and it's little things like that, that make me fall deeper in lust for him. I would say love but I'm not there yet, I don't think. I already know what a disaster saying I love you to Dane was. Being a bit more careful with my heart is smarter this time around and definitely the wiser option. I may have handled that break up better than most girls would, but that doesn't mean it still didn't hurt, and seeing Dane tonight it definitely reminds me to be guarded.
Once we're both fresh faced and ready for bed we go back into his room and hop into bed like an old married couple. I roll my eyes at the awkwardness, I'm not sure if it's him or me that's nervous right now, but someone has to make some kind of move. After laying there for a few minutes, I slide right to his side and wrap my arm around his waist and resting my head on his bare chest, as I let my nails lightly scrape his exposed skin of his side. I feel the shiver that runs through him as I do. Asher grabs my hand and rolls me to my back to pins my hand above my head as he brings hungry smiling lips to mine. Intertwining our legs, we start to wrap ourselves around one another.
I can feel his erection against me and I suddenly feel wide awake. I know I'm ready for him, for this. I position myself to where my bare sleek center is against his massive boxer covered cock. I had slipped my panties off when Asher wasn't looking. When his hand wanders down to find them, he leans back to look at me.
“You took your panties off.” It wasn't really a question more like a statement.
His hands push up my shirt past my breasts and I'm completely naked before him. I feel a blush rush across my whole body as his eyes drink me in. My hands reach for his boxers, I want those off. Asher helps me by kicking them off, while I take the shirt he gave me off completely too. Asher bring his body back down to mine nestling between my aching thighs.
“When we first got back I went to my doctor and was tested for all STDs and I'm on the birth control shot.” I pant out.
He looks at me with hungry eyes as he hitches up one of my legs as the tip of his penis slides in. I drew in a ragged breath at the excitement of him entering my body.
“Just so you know it's been a long time since I've been with anyone and when I was last tested all was clear.”
We look into each other's eyes as that's when he slides in further stretching me and filling my core.
“Take a deep breath Sloane and let it out slowly.” Asher says in a smooth sexy tone.
I do as he asks and when I release my breath he pushes the rest of the way in. My next breath is caught in my throat as I struggle to accommodate his large size.
Asher stills inside of me, letting me adjust to his impressive cock, as he starts to kiss me on my swollen lips. He sucks on my lower lip making me relax, once he feels me loosen, Asher rocked his hips causing a jolt of electricity course through my body. His movements were slow, but my hips tilt up meeting his every lazily thrust. He feels absolutely incredible, like we were
meant to fit. I know being with Asher is about to be very addicting.
He suddenly buries his face in the crook of my neck and his thrusts become more demanding. Asher’s hitting the center of my core causing me to tighten around him and as I do he strangles out a groan. I adore how reactive he is. Asher starts sucking on my neck cause me to take shuddering breaths.
“Ohhh, fuck.” I gasp out as pleasure washes over my core.
Asher picks up the pace not slowing down what so ever. He draws out uncontrollable waves of pleasure that burst from my body. He quickens further as I damn near scream from the pleasure. This is the most intense sex I've ever experienced, and we haven't even stopped taking what we want from each other.
Wave after wave crashes over me. My whole body trembles.
After a few more minutes and sweat sleeking our skin, Asher quickens his thrusts, then shudders as his spills inside my pulsating core. Once he stills he leans in and plants a sweet kiss to my lips and slips out of my body and pulls me into a hold of little spoon.
“Sloane, that was a miracle that I lasted that long riding you bare back.” I turn to him giving him a questioning look. “I've never had sex without a condom before. That was the most intense feeling I've ever had.”
I'm not about to say I've never had sex without a condom since my first time was with Dane, so I just smile and lay there while I trace my fingertips up and down Asher’s strong protective arms.
I feel so safe laying here and without a doubt more carefree than I ever have in any relationship.
Rolling over I lay pressed to Asher’s front, I wanted the more intimate connection.
“I have no words in how amazing that felt, Asher.”
He kisses me on the forehead as he takes my hair and tucks it behind my ear.
We lay there in silence while our hands continue to explore every curve of each other's bodies getting to know one another. Kissing every so often before we make slow passionate love. Which was even better than our first time. Soon after, Asher fell asleep rather quickly and all I could do is stare at him while I try to memorize all of his features. His muscular arms are covered in tattoos that have some of the most stunning details. My favorite is the front end of a Mercury amongst a city scape, it looks like a black and white photo.
With my eyes getting heavy after exploring my new boyfriend’s body with my fingertips. I nestle in the curve of his chest and instantly his arm pulls me to him in a protective hold. I drift right into a dreamless sleep content in how my night had ended.
The next morning, I wake up with Asher sliding his cock into my wet folds. I can't describe how incredible it is to be woken up like this. In a matter of minutes, I was coming just as intense as last night. He was definitely different than any man I had ever been with. He was selfless, and his touch was loving which made our time together even more special than I've ever experienced.
Once we had finished Asher had informed me that he would drive me home since he had football training to get to, and I had some things I needed to do at home as well.
Instead of taking one of his cars he wanted to take me home on his motorcycle which I couldn't have been more excited about. To have my arms wrapped around his firm abs was definitely the only way to travel. Of course, he wouldn't let me ride on the back in my dress so he gave me a pair of his workout pants that were along the lines of yoga pants and a fresh t-shirt that had his football jersey number on the back. I felt a little silly since I still had to wear my heels, but it was better than going bare foot.
Once we pulled up to my house I hopped off while taking off my gloves and helmet. I give Asher a hug goodbye since I couldn't give him a kiss and said I would text him later.
That was the last time I saw him. We had text everyday but we both had been wrapped up with life to make time. Which that didn't bother me. I understand with football it could be exhausting but at times I still felt insecure. He always tried to put me at ease but sometimes it didn't work, and I would just shut down. Luckily school had started again for us both and that kept my over active imagination calm. There are only five months left before I graduate from high school. My motorcycle is almost complete and once I told Mona about my little purchase she of course bought a brand-new motorcycle that had all the bells and whistles but it was now with Roland so he could make it less stock like how mine was going to be. Tala has no interest in our new passion in life and said we were both nuts. Neither of us could disagree.
Chapter 31
As much as Asher and I were into each other, and humped like rabbits any time we got together, we didn't get to hang out as much as we wanted. It wasn't as ideal as it was in the beginning. I found myself struggling as the months had passed. Mona and Tala were hanging out with me more since Riv also had the same schedule as Asher and as for Rylan he had picked up extra classes since he was officially transferring to USC with Tala in the fall.
Tonight, us girls put our foot down and demanded our guys attention, by all of us wanting to meet at a restaurant in the Berkeley hills. Tala was already with Rylan, so Mona and I decided to ride our motorcycles together to the restaurant.
They both turned out fuckin tits!! Mona's was painted a beautiful turquoise with flake swirled throughout with accents of gold. In the sun it gleamed, catching anyone's eyes that wasn't blind. Now my bike was your basic black, but it had three different gold flake stripes along the tank. We had taken most of the hardware and replaced what we could with adding brass touches throughout the bike which melded well with the gold stripes. Too be funny Roland paint one flamingo pink pinstripe on the middle of all the gold. I would be mad, but I actually like it, so I didn't even give him a hard time about it. I also had a tobacco brown leather bag made to attach to one side, so I could put my wallet and other things that I want or need to throw in there. The sissy bar made of twisted steel that was brass plated. It wasn't too tall but just right. It was everything I dreamed of and more!!
Mona and I had been riding around town since we got our bikes at the same time about a week ago, we get better and better every day.
We decided this was our night to try to ride on the freeway.
If you know anything about riding it is scary as fuck yet exhilarating at the same time. The rush and calm are beyond anything I ever imagined.
I just roll into Mona's driveway on my bike and I see she's just pulling her's out of the garage.
She is dressed like some of the biker babes we’ve met along the way. We all have the same sense of style when it comes to riding. Mona has on some black skinny jeans just like mine and a wide brown belt. We both have on belly shirts on, hers white and mine black. We both have flannels on, different colors of course, thank goodness or else we would be way too matchy matchy. To top off our clothes Mona had leather motorcycle jacket on over her flannel while I have a black Levi's jacket over mine with a few patches already sewn on. We both point and laugh at each other as I cut the engine to my bike, as I take off my helmet that Asher got me, he had it custom painted to match my bike. It's absolutely badass!!
“It's like we're twinning Sloane.” Mona’s laugh has me holding my side as I laugh with her. Even our hair is done the same in two inside out french braids which really is the best way to ride or wear any kind of braid. It can take hours getting knots out.
“I could wear a dress but that doesn't sound like a good idea.”
Mona rolls her eyes at my obvious jab. She had tried that once and it didn't go to well at all. The wind was blowing her skirt up to her waist while it exposed her panties to everyone on that two-block radius, before we rode back to her house, so she could change.
It's been a true adventure learning everything there is about riding a motorcycle with my best friend. Just because we both have boyfriends now doesn't mean we don't hang out. That and they're already in full training since it's their dream to get into the NFL. How can we begrudge anyone in having goals and working hard? Mona and I just found what would help keep us occupied.
We han
g outside for a moment before going to dinner and use our time to catch up.
“Did you get to go for a ride with Asher yet?” Mona asks me.
“Yeah a short one before he had to go to practice. We worked on riding on the freeway a bit since it scares me so much.” It really does freak me out. You look down and nothing is there, the pavement rushes under your feet and fuck if that doesn't freak me out sometimes.
It was Roland who gave me the best advice though, that to get on the freeway, take the next exit off and keep doing that for a good stretch. I swear it's helped so much and now I don't even notice that I'm on a bike. I go full throttle and just hit it.
Mona zips up her leather jacket and tucks in her long braids.
“Hey Mona, would you mind letting me take pictures of you while you ride this time?”
I've been wanting to capture her in motion since we started hitting the streets.
“Are you serious?” She practically yells at me. “Can you even multi task while being on your bike?”
Rolling my eyes, I can only tell her yes.
“You'll see, don't freak out.” I put my camera around my neck and under my arm. While tightening the strap just enough so it doesn't flap in the wind but loose enough to bring it up to my eye.
“I don't know Sloane, sounds like it's too soon to try, why don't you wait till we're more skilled.” She's so serious with me right now but I refuse to have her doubt creep in.
“Think positive Mona, besides if it doesn't go well I'll just pull off and put my camera away.” Problem solved.
“Okay ya nut, but don't say I didn't warn you.”
“Stop calling me nut, sounds dirty when you say it, and I don't want that nickname sticking.” It was the worst nickname ever. Who wants to be a nut, of course with my dirty mind I think like bust a nut every time I hear it. It's just all bad too me.
Mona bends at the waist laughing while holding her stomach.