31-03-2026, 05:29 PM
Part 4
Ashley flicked the light switch, but nothing happened, and I said, “The power’s switched off in here.”
“Oh,” she said, looking back at me in the half-light.
“So this’s the granny flat,” I said, “full of junk. Not very interesting, is it?” I smiled.
Ashley stood for a moment and looked around, then looked at me. The silence was deafening.
“Rick,” she said, looking at me, “are you okay?”
“What do you mean?” I said, genuinely puzzled.
She took another look around, and said, “We’re in here, all on our own, and no-one knows we’re here.” She looked down at my feet, and said, “Most guys would have tried something by now.” She looked back up at me.
“Tried something?” I said. I knew what she meant, but I wanted her to say it out loud, because I wanted to be one hundred and fifty percent sure, at the very least. The last thing I wanted to do was make a total fool of myself.
“You’re not silly, Rick,” she said, looking at me with a smile forming on her face, “you know what I mean.”
“I guess I’m not like most guys,” I said. I smiled a little, so it wouldn’t sound sarcastic.
“Maybe I can make it easier for you,” and she took a step towards me, and went to put her hands on my sides, just above my hips. Then, she paused, cocked her head slightly, and said, “You do like girls, don’t you?” The look on her face there in the dark was priceless.
“Yeah, of course I do,” I said, “I was just a little surprised.”
“Surprised,” she repeated, and then added, “In a good way, or a bad way?”
“A good way,” I said.
Once again, Ashley went to put her hands on me, but she looked me in the eyes, and said, “Inside, you said you had kissed some girls before. That was true, wasn’t it?”
I nodded. My mouth and throat were feeling very dry.
A look of realisation came over Ashley’s face, there in the dark. “But,” she paused, “you’re a,” pausing again, searching for the right way to say it, “you’re a virgin, aren’t you?” Her face was a little more serious.
I swallowed and said, “Yes.”
Ashley bit her lower lip, and turned to look back at the door behind her. For a moment, I thought she was going to turn and walk out, but she looked back at me and said, a little more quietly, “That puts things in a new light.” She put her hands on me, just above my hips, as she had done before, and said, looking at me seriously, “It’s really important to me that you understand this, Rick. I’m not ‘easy.’ I’m not a slut.”
“I didn’t think you were,” I said, but I was a tiny bit disappointed that my chance might have been lost.
“It’s just that, … … well …” she looked towards the wall between the granny flat and the house, took a breath, and continued, “everybody else is in there, getting busy,” she smiled, “and, well, you haven’t got a girlfriend, I haven’t got a boyfriend. I thought, what harm would it do if we got together? No-one knows.”
I didn’t speak. My mouth was too dry, and I had major butterflies in my stomach. Ashley was still holding me with her hands at my waist. I was acutely conscious of this beautiful girl, someone I had fantasized over many times, standing so close, and actually holding me, there in the dark.
“Then, you said you were a,” she paused, “you’d never," she stumbled for words, as though for some reason she didn’t want to say the word, then she swallowed, and said, “… you were a virgin.”
Ashley looked down at the clothes she was wearing, her college uniform, with no shoes, and looked back at the door again, and finally back at me. She made eye contact, with her face close to mine because of the position we were standing in, and said, quietly, “Rick, you walked in that door a virgin. You don’t have to be, when you walk out.” She paused again, and added, “If you want to, I mean. I promise I won’t do anything to embarrass you.”
“I’m not sure what to do,” I said, looking down, avoiding her gaze. It felt stupid to say it, but it was true.
Ashley’s voice was little more than a whisper, there in the moonlit granny flat. “These things usually start with some kissing.” She looked me in the eye, as though she was waiting for me to make a move.
We were standing so close that all I had to do was move forward a little, and kiss her on the mouth. It wasn’t much of a kiss, and I knew it. She drew back only slightly, and I could feel her breath on my face, as she said, in a voice that was little more than a whisper, “Not bad, but I know you can do better. Just relax a little.” I could smell bourbon on her breath, but it was still sexy, and not unpleasant at all.
I moved forward and kissed her again, this time with my lips open just a little. She kissed back, just barely brushing my lips with her tongue, and in my seventeen years of life, it was one of the most exciting things I’d ever experienced.
“That’s better,” she said, almost in a whisper, as our lips parted, “ Do you want to sit down?”
There was an old armchair against the wall, opposite from the double bed, and we moved over to it, still holding each other. “You first,” Ashley said, quietly. I sat in the chair, and she sat in my lap, facing my left, and putting her arms around my shoulders. Then, she said, “Where were we?” smiling as she leaned to kiss me again.
I put my right arm around Ashley’s back, but I was unsure of what to do with my left one. I went to rest it across her legs, but I hesitated, wondering if I was moving ahead too fast. She saw me hesitating, and took my left hand in hers, placed it across her legs, near her knees, and said, quietly, with a sweet little smile, “I can’t believe you’re so nervous, but it’s okay.”
To be continued
Ashley flicked the light switch, but nothing happened, and I said, “The power’s switched off in here.”
“Oh,” she said, looking back at me in the half-light.
“So this’s the granny flat,” I said, “full of junk. Not very interesting, is it?” I smiled.
Ashley stood for a moment and looked around, then looked at me. The silence was deafening.
“Rick,” she said, looking at me, “are you okay?”
“What do you mean?” I said, genuinely puzzled.
She took another look around, and said, “We’re in here, all on our own, and no-one knows we’re here.” She looked down at my feet, and said, “Most guys would have tried something by now.” She looked back up at me.
“Tried something?” I said. I knew what she meant, but I wanted her to say it out loud, because I wanted to be one hundred and fifty percent sure, at the very least. The last thing I wanted to do was make a total fool of myself.
“You’re not silly, Rick,” she said, looking at me with a smile forming on her face, “you know what I mean.”
“I guess I’m not like most guys,” I said. I smiled a little, so it wouldn’t sound sarcastic.
“Maybe I can make it easier for you,” and she took a step towards me, and went to put her hands on my sides, just above my hips. Then, she paused, cocked her head slightly, and said, “You do like girls, don’t you?” The look on her face there in the dark was priceless.
“Yeah, of course I do,” I said, “I was just a little surprised.”
“Surprised,” she repeated, and then added, “In a good way, or a bad way?”
“A good way,” I said.
Once again, Ashley went to put her hands on me, but she looked me in the eyes, and said, “Inside, you said you had kissed some girls before. That was true, wasn’t it?”
I nodded. My mouth and throat were feeling very dry.
A look of realisation came over Ashley’s face, there in the dark. “But,” she paused, “you’re a,” pausing again, searching for the right way to say it, “you’re a virgin, aren’t you?” Her face was a little more serious.
I swallowed and said, “Yes.”
Ashley bit her lower lip, and turned to look back at the door behind her. For a moment, I thought she was going to turn and walk out, but she looked back at me and said, a little more quietly, “That puts things in a new light.” She put her hands on me, just above my hips, as she had done before, and said, looking at me seriously, “It’s really important to me that you understand this, Rick. I’m not ‘easy.’ I’m not a slut.”
“I didn’t think you were,” I said, but I was a tiny bit disappointed that my chance might have been lost.
“It’s just that, … … well …” she looked towards the wall between the granny flat and the house, took a breath, and continued, “everybody else is in there, getting busy,” she smiled, “and, well, you haven’t got a girlfriend, I haven’t got a boyfriend. I thought, what harm would it do if we got together? No-one knows.”
I didn’t speak. My mouth was too dry, and I had major butterflies in my stomach. Ashley was still holding me with her hands at my waist. I was acutely conscious of this beautiful girl, someone I had fantasized over many times, standing so close, and actually holding me, there in the dark.
“Then, you said you were a,” she paused, “you’d never," she stumbled for words, as though for some reason she didn’t want to say the word, then she swallowed, and said, “… you were a virgin.”
Ashley looked down at the clothes she was wearing, her college uniform, with no shoes, and looked back at the door again, and finally back at me. She made eye contact, with her face close to mine because of the position we were standing in, and said, quietly, “Rick, you walked in that door a virgin. You don’t have to be, when you walk out.” She paused again, and added, “If you want to, I mean. I promise I won’t do anything to embarrass you.”
“I’m not sure what to do,” I said, looking down, avoiding her gaze. It felt stupid to say it, but it was true.
Ashley’s voice was little more than a whisper, there in the moonlit granny flat. “These things usually start with some kissing.” She looked me in the eye, as though she was waiting for me to make a move.
We were standing so close that all I had to do was move forward a little, and kiss her on the mouth. It wasn’t much of a kiss, and I knew it. She drew back only slightly, and I could feel her breath on my face, as she said, in a voice that was little more than a whisper, “Not bad, but I know you can do better. Just relax a little.” I could smell bourbon on her breath, but it was still sexy, and not unpleasant at all.
I moved forward and kissed her again, this time with my lips open just a little. She kissed back, just barely brushing my lips with her tongue, and in my seventeen years of life, it was one of the most exciting things I’d ever experienced.
“That’s better,” she said, almost in a whisper, as our lips parted, “ Do you want to sit down?”
There was an old armchair against the wall, opposite from the double bed, and we moved over to it, still holding each other. “You first,” Ashley said, quietly. I sat in the chair, and she sat in my lap, facing my left, and putting her arms around my shoulders. Then, she said, “Where were we?” smiling as she leaned to kiss me again.
I put my right arm around Ashley’s back, but I was unsure of what to do with my left one. I went to rest it across her legs, but I hesitated, wondering if I was moving ahead too fast. She saw me hesitating, and took my left hand in hers, placed it across her legs, near her knees, and said, quietly, with a sweet little smile, “I can’t believe you’re so nervous, but it’s okay.”
To be continued
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