Awakening Passion E-Book

Alaric Payton

• Herausgeber: X-Celsius by A.P.
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Awakening Passions: A sensual journey through desire and lust This evocative coming-of-age story by Alaric Payton is a tantalizing exploration of youthful curiosity and the complexities of first love, set against the backdrop of a luxurious mountain resort. Steve's summer takes an unexpected turn when he accepts a lifeguarding job at his cousin Ashley's upscale resort. What begins as a simple summer job quickly transforms into an unforgettable journey of erotic awakening and self-discovery. Under Ashley's experienced and alluring guidance, Steve navigates the thrilling and often confusing path from innocence to intimacy. Ashley isn't just any cousin; she becomes Steve's mentor in the most intimate of ways. Their secretive and passionate relationship challenges societal norms and pushes the boundaries of forbidden love. Through sultry summer nights and whispered secrets, Steve learns about the power of desire and the complexities of love. Awakening Passions is more than just an erotic romance; it is a profound exploration of the emotional and physical transformations that occur when two souls connect deeply and intimately. Alaric Payton masterfully captures the intensity of young love and the excitement of breaking taboos, making this novel a captivating read from start to finish. Why You'll Love This Book: • Rich, Descriptive Prose: Payton's writing brings every scene to life, immersing you in the picturesque setting and the characters' intense emotions. • Complex Characters: Follow Steve's transformation from a boy to a man, guided by his cousin Ashley, whose depth and allure add layers to the narrative. • Forbidden Romance: The provocative and secretive relationship between Steve and Ashley adds an element of suspense and intrigue. • Emotional Depth: Beyond its erotic elements, the story delves into themes of self-discovery, love, and the complexities of human relationships. • Coming-of-Age Journey: Experience the bittersweet and thrilling moments of first love and lust, making it relatable and engaging for readers. Get Your Copy Today! Don't miss out on this evocative and captivating story. Awakening Passions: A sensual journey through desire and lust is a must-read for anyone looking for a compelling tale of love, desire & lust, and the journey to self-discovery. Click the "Buy Now" button and embark on this unforgettable romance today! **WARNING: 18+ CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT**

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Inhaltsverzeichnis

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

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Edition ABEO-AP-EB-001-01-01-24

Editors: X-Celsius by A.P., Alaric Payton

Author: X-Celsius by A.P., Alaric Payton

Cover design, illustration: X-Celsius by A.P., Alaric Payton

Editing, proofreading: X-Celsius by A.P., Alaric Payton

Chapter 1

The beginning

July fourth between my junior and senior year was the day my life started to change. It was the night I can honestly say I became a man. Even though I had turned eighteen at the end of June, I didn't feel any different. Ashley managed to change that.

We were sitting out in a field watching the fireworks. The night had a gentle breeze which chilled the summer air. Ashley, clad in cutoff shorts and a tank top, shivered. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around her in an attempt to keep her warm. I didn't think anything of it. She seemed to appreciate the added body heat and nestled herself back into my lap and pulled my arms tight around her. Had it been any other girl than my cousin, it would have been a very romantic moment, at least that's what I thought.

I guess I should mention that Ashley isn't my cousin by birth. She is my stepfather’s niece, so our cousin status is only by name and not by blood. As I wrestled with this in my head, I thought back to how she has extended an offer for me to come work with her for the summer as a lifeguard at a posh mountain resort. I was a little surprised by her offer since we had little in common other than both being competitive swimmers. She was also a few years older than me, so we rarely had much to talk about during family gatherings. However, the pay was better than the job I had the previous summer, so I took it.

Apparently being 'cousins' wasn't an issue for Ashley. In the middle of the grand finale, she turned her head, leaned back and looked up at me. Expecting her to say something, I looked down at her. She looked into my eyes in a way I cannot really explain and then kissed me. My own cousin kissed me right on the lips. I sat there in shock, and passively accepted her kiss. After a few seconds, she stopped, and we watched the last few seconds of the grand finale.

Once everything was finished, we started our walk back to the staff cabin area. The resort we worked at was a lot like a country club expect it had more of a rustic feel, and people came to stay for weeks at a time. After a few steps, Ashley slipped her hand into mine, and we walked the rest of the way hand in hand. Since Ashley was senior staff, she had her own cabin and thus a measure of privacy. In contrast, the cabin I shared with two other staff members sat in the middle of a cluster of smaller cabins.

"Steve," Ashley said turning to face me when we reached her cabin, "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure." I said not really sure what she would want to know. I don't have anything to be ashamed of, well maybe kissing my cousin, but seeing as she was the one asking me, I didn't think I had to worry about that being too taboo.

"Are you a virgin?" She asked bluntly. Bluntly enough so that it caught me a little off guard.

"Uh. Yeah." I paused for a second, "I mean, I've kissed a girl. You know, other than you tonight, and fooled around a little. But never, you know, gone all the way." The most recent kisses I had gotten before Ashley were two of my high school friends Sarah and Jenn on the day of my eighteenth birthday. While there were no real romantic feelings, Jenn and I made out a little. Other than that, I didn't have a whole lot of experience with women.

The light from the cabin's porch was casting a soft yellow glow on her face, and I could tell she was looking at me intently; so, in turn I looked back at her and gave her a quick once over.

She had on a pair of flip flops which showed off her dainty feet and cute toes topped off with a red, white, and blue nail polish pattern. Her legs had an athletic tone, and her short cutoffs accentuated her thighs. Her tank top was short enough to show off a teasingly amount of her flat abs and her pierced belly button. The cold night air had caused her nipples to poke against the thin fabric of her tank top which stretched over her medium-sized breasts. They weren't the biggest things I had ever seen, nothing like what I had seen on porn websites, but they were slightly bigger than most of the other girls in my swim team. She had her hair pulled back into a ponytail that stuck out from behind her lifeguard visor. When I finished my once over, my eyes rested in her deep blue eyes which were still staring intently at me.

"What if I could change that?" Ashley said, again rather bluntly.

"What do you mean?" I naively asked.

"What if I offered to teach you everything you ever wanted to know about sex, and help you enter your senior year not a virgin?" She said with a coy smile.

"But you're my cousin," I said sheepishly.

"We're not related," She said. "We can do whatever we want, and there is nothing illegal or immoral about it." Her coy smile grew to an impish grin. "Plus, it will be a long summer for both of us if we don't do anything about this sexual tension between us."

"What sexual tension?" I asked, still oblivious that a hot girl was throwing herself at me.

"You're hot," She said again being blunt. "And I see the way you look at me around the pool when I am in my suit."

I guess I had been caught. I am a red-blooded teenage male. I don't care if it's your cousin, your sister, or whatever, if you see a hot girl in a swimsuit, you will look.

"I..." before I could say anything else, she cut me off.

"Here's the deal," She said motioning me to a bench swing in front of her staff cabin. "I already know that coach has been scouting you for a spot on State's team. He sees some real potential in you. So, I figure if you end up going to college at State, you and I will get to hang out a lot more. I also know what it's like to be an awkward teenager in high school and have no clue about sex, romance, and whatnot." She paused. "No offense."

"None taken," I said instinctively.

"I was lucky enough to have someone show me the ropes, so to speak, and teach me about sex without making it weird." She stopped for a second to let my brain catch up and make sure I was following along. "So, I am offering to do the same to you. I do like you. I liked you when we first met that one Thanksgiving a few years ago, but we really didn't have time to get to know each other."

"Okay," I said still taking it all in. "So how is this going to work? I mean is it just going to be Sex Ed 101 or something?"

She laughed which caused me to be a little embarrassed at my lack of knowledge on the subject. Sensing my embarrassment, she slid a little closer to me. "Not at all." She looked at me and smiled. "But first, you have to tell me you're okay with the idea."

"If you will be my teacher, then I will gladly be your student." I smiled at her, and I decided to just throw my insecurities and sexual ignorance out the window. Then, and I have no idea where it came from, but deep inside of me a switch went off. I decided to come out of my shy timid shell, so I leaned down and kissed her. Not a chaste on the lips kiss like before, but an honest to goodness kiss. Our tongues found each other and for the next few minutes we just kissed under the stars while the swing rocked gently back and forth.

"Wow," Ashley said as our kiss finally broke, and we came up for air. "You are a damn good kisser."

"Thanks," I said relishing in the compliment.

"I guess that is one less thing I have to teach you," She smiled, "You're off to a good start already."

We sat in silence for a little while before Ashley suggested we head inside to get out of the chilly air.

"One of the perks of being in charge of the pool this year is that I get my own cabin." She did a little twirl with her arms out as she entered the middle of the main room. "Not much, but it is home for the summer."

I sheepishly stood near the door still unsure of my role in all this.

"Have a seat." She said gesturing toward the small couch. "Would you like something to drink?" I nodded, and she brought me a cold coke and took her seat next to me.

"Let me lay out a few ground rules first, so that you understand how this will work." She explained, "These were the same rules laid out for me, and they seemed to have worked." I just nodded and followed along. "First, if at any time you're uncomfortable with something, just say so. Second, if at any time you want to know something, just ask. There are no limits other than the ones you set for yourself. Lastly, no falling in love." This one caught me a little off guard. "This whole process will be very emotional for both of us. We are going to share something that is very unique and very powerful. We will love each other, but I do not expect you to fall romantically in love with me and become my boyfriend. The point of this process is for you to learn. We will always have a special bond, but I don't want to get in the way of your experiences when you go back to school, and I don't think you want to get in my way either. Is that okay?"

Truth be told, I had never had a girlfriend, so I guess I could handle it. "Yeah." I nodded in affirmation.

We spent the next few hours talking about everything I thought I knew about sex, love, life, and relationships. We talked about all my misconceptions about what kids my age were doing in high school compared to what they said they were doing. I was surprised to find out that, rather than being the weird one and still a virgin, it was more likely that most people in my school were virgins than not. We also talked about porn star sex versus what sex was really like. In some ways our discussion was very arousing, but also very clinical. I found myself getting aroused and then calming back down as the conversation would shift from something overtly sexual to something more benign. Every now and then, I would steal a glance at Ashley's breasts or down to her crotch which, with her sitting Indian style next to me, gave me a little peek at her black underwear.

We also talked a lot about how I perceived myself. I explained to her that I felt like I was a relative nobody in school -- a geek. It wasn't that I had low self-esteem, it was just that I didn't fit into any particular clique. I was smart, but not smart enough for the nerds. I was athletic, but since I was a swimmer, I didn't fit in with the jocks who played more popular sports like football or basketball. I did have a few close friends, but otherwise I felt invisible.

It was two in the morning when I realized what time it was. Ashley and I had been talking for nearly four hours and had covered so much ground. Yet it didn't feel like we had been talking that long.

"I think it's time for bed," Ashley said stretching her arms up over her head while yawning. This gave me a very nice glimpse of her stomach as her tank top rose up.

Thinking this was my chance to make an exit and do something about the raging hard-on I was dealing with I thanked her for giving me this opportunity and teaching me so much in just one night. As we got up, I gave her a hug and then started to walk to the door to show myself out.

"And just where do you think you're going?" She said placing her hand on her hip and looking at me as though I were doing something wrong.

"Uh, to bed?" I asked rhetorically pointing toward the door.

She smiled and then pointed toward her bedroom door.

When we were both in her bedroom, she turned to face me. "You're first real lesson is going to be two-fold." She stood a few inches from me letting the sexual tension build. "The first part is going to be patience. The biggest problem a lot of people have when it comes to sex is that they rush things. It's common with guys, but girls are just as guilty. So be patient. Take your time. Enjoy it." She paused letting the first part sink in. "The second part is going to be hands on." She flashed that impish grin at me for a brief second. "I am going to let you explore my body tonight. No sex. So, there won't be any pressure on you to perform. I just want you to be able to touch what you want to touch, feel want you want to feel, and see what you want to see." She paused for a second. "And don't worry, I'll enjoy it as much as you will."

I took a step towards her. I may have not known much, but I knew enough that starting off with a kiss was probably a good idea. I leaned down and we kissed. While we kissed, I let my hands roam over Ashley's body. I teased my hand up and down her sides, across her back, and down to her ass. She was a few inches shorter than I was, and had a petite frame compared to my broader physique. I cupped one hand on each ass cheek and lifted her up. She in turn wrapped her arms and legs around me and let me carry her toward the bed.

She giggled as I tossed her to the bed. "You're a natural," She said striking a sensual pose on the bed. "Now, be a good boy and take off your shirt." She paused. "And remember, take your time."

I did as I was told. I slowly peeled my shirt off. I made sure to accentuate my movements without overtly flexing any of my muscles. Ashley licked her lips in anticipation and gave me a wanton stare as I tossed my shirt onto the chair next to the bed. I then took our evening a step further and slowly undid my shorts and slid them to the ground without letting them just fall. I turned and walked away from her giving her a view of my backside as I bent over in nothing more than my briefs.

"Um," She moaned out loud, "I love the view tonight."

I pulled the back of my underwear down. "Then you'll love seeing a full moon." I turned pulling them back up and walked back towards the bed.

"This is good," She said with a giggle. "Another key to this whole sex and romance thing is to have fun and not take it too seriously. So many times, people get caught up in trying to make things perfect that they forget how much fun sex and intimacy can be."

I crawled onto the bed and hovered my body over her. "You know what I want?" I asked in a low husky voice.

Ashley just shook her head side-to-side.

"I want to see this amazing body of yours. I've wanted to see it since we first met." I could feel her body melt beneath me. I guessed I must be doing something right, so I continued talking. "I want to see those amazing breasts of yours. I want to see that amazing ass. I want to see your pussy." She moaned again. "You like that idea, don't you?" I asked her. "You like the idea of showing your cousin your naked body."

She moaned an affirmation. Our lips were inches away from each other. One lesson I had picked up on from watching porn and reading erotic stories was the idea of dirty talk. I could only guess that from what I had said so far and her reactions, I was doing all right.

I rolled over onto my back and then pulled Ashley up onto of me, so she was straddling my hips. I could feel the warmth of her crotch pressed against mine. It was something I hadn't really expected, but I welcomed the sensation.

I let my hands roam over her body as she straddled me. I let my finger glance over her breasts and stomach with a light, airy touch. She bit her lower lip which really turned me on. She then reached back and pulled the tie out of her hair letting it fall haphazardly across her shoulders. I slid my hands under her tank top and then slowly lifted it up over her head and tossed it aside. Her breasts were now clad in only a black lacy bra. I could see the faint outline of her nipple and areola through the fabric.

I pulled her down for another kiss and let my hands roam over her freshly exposed skin. I let my fingers lightly graze her back which caused her to gasp into my mouth. After letting my fingers trace and dance their way around the outline of her bra, I finally undid the clasp.

Ashley sat up straddling my waist and held the bra to her chest with one arm while she brushed her hair behind her shoulders with the other. She then slowly teased the bra out from under her arms. She bit her lip as she watched me intently following every movement of her hands just waiting for that first glimpse of her exposed breasts. She cupped one breast in each hand and looked down at me with a smile.

"34C," She said with a smile. "I will explain what that means in detail later, but soon you'll get an idea of a girl's size just by looking at her." She paused and bit her lip again. "I love my breasts. I think they are the perfect size. Don't you?" All I could do was nod. My dick ached in its trapped position pined between our hips. "I've always said more than a handful is a waste." For emphasis she squeezed her breasts. "You know what else I love about my breasts? I love that my nipples are so sensitive. Sometimes I can orgasm just from having my nipples played with."

This time for emphasis she squeezed her legs against my body. This pushed my hips up and ground my dick against her crotch. It must have been equally enjoyable for her as it was for me because she let out a soft moan. She continued to play with her breasts squeezing and kneading them in her hands. It was torture for me to watch but I reminded myself to be patient. After a few more agonizing moments of watching her play with her breasts, she finally revealed her bare breasts to me. "You like?"

I licked my lips in anticipation. "I do. They're prefect," I said. I had seen many fake boobs on porn stars, and they just never looked right to me. I also didn't like huge boobs since they just seemed to be more trouble than they were worth. Most of the girls I was around had tight, trim, athletic bodies and were, as I would later find out, more in the A to B cup range.

I ran my hands, which I had let fall to my side on the bed, up her legs to her hips, then up the sides of her ribs to just below her breasts. I let my thumbs cup under each breast while my fingers slowly inched their way across the tops of her breasts. Once my palms were centered over her breasts, I gave them a gently squeeze. They felt soft, yet firm. Spongy, yet springy. Ashley moaned as my hands and fingers explored and played with her breasts. She let out a more desperate moan when I pinched her nipples between my fingers.

"Another way to stimulate the nipples," She said nearly panting, "Is to use your mouth. Would you like to suck on my nipples?"

Wordlessly, I pulled her body down to mine and took her left breast in my mouth. I really didn't know what to do but began by just sucking on her nipple.

"Use your tongue," She said panting a little heavier. "Pretend you're French kissing my nipple." I did as I was told. "Oh God yes," She moaned. "Just like that. Now make circles," She moaned again. "Now, here's a trick. Write the alphabet with your tongue on my nipple and play with my other one with your hand."

Again, I did as I was told. 'A. B. C. D.' I kept going. 'E. F. G.' Ashley let out a guttural moan. 'H. I. J. K.'

"Oh God, you're good," She nearly panted.

'L. M. N. O. P.' She then shifted so she was propped up on her left arm. With her right hand, she grabbed my hand and crushed it against her breast and squeezed more forcefully than I was. I took it as a clue and grabbed tight against her breast. 'Q. R. S.'

She let out another deep guttural moan and squeezed her legs together against my body. The heat coming from her crotch was almost an inferno now. If this kept up for much longer, I feared I was going to blow my load in my underwear. 'T. U. V.'

"Don't stop!" Ashley screamed letting go of my hand and propping herself up with both hands now holding herself over my head.

'W. X. Almost there,' I thought to myself. 'Y and Z.' Once I finished the Z, I gave her right breast a firm squeeze and then lightly bit down on her left nipple and flicked my tongue across the very tip of it.

"Oh God!" Ashley screamed as her whole body tensed. "That was good," She cooed as she finally relaxed, and I released her nipple from my mouth and let go of her other breast. She collapsed on top of me letting her body go limp. I could feel the warmth of her whole body as it pressed against my bare chest.

"Did you?" I asked. "You know."

"Yes," She said trying to catch her breath. "I had an orgasm. A small one, but an orgasm none the less. I told you my nipples were sensitive." She took a few quick shallow breaths. "And I told you taking your time would be worth it." She was now starting to breath slower and deeper. "And I meant what I said, you're a natural." She then gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Now, about this steel rod wedged between us, how about we do something about that."

She started off with a deep sensual kiss followed by a trail of kisses down my neck and across my chest. My mind instantly raced to the idea of getting my first blow job and my dick instantly jumped straining itself against the tight fabric of my cotton briefs.

"You're going to enjoy this," She said looking up at me with a smile. "And don't worry, I know you won't last long, so don't be embarrassed." I let out a sigh of relief. I was already so close to the edge, I feared that as soon as she pulled my underwear down, I was going to lose it. I took a deep breath and took a page from my martial arts training and tried to find my center. Easier said than done with a beautiful girl is about to go down on you, but I figured if I could make it last a minute rather than a few seconds it would be worth the effort.

Ashely took her time slowly and seductively pulling my briefs off and getting into position between my legs. She gently kissed the tip of my dick, and I thought I was going to blow it, no pun intended, right there. I gasped out of shock and then tried to take a deep breath in an attempt to recenter myself.

I focused every ounce of self-restraint and willpower to fighting off my orgasm. When Ashley took the head of my dick into her mouth, I let out a moan as waves of pleasure coursed through my body. She ran her tongue in a circle like I had done with her nipple, and then slowly, almost painfully, slid me inch by inch into her mouth. After she had about half my dick in her mouth, she slowly withdrew, took a breath, and then slid her mouth back down onto my dick. She did this a few times, and each time my dick left her mouth I let out a slight whimper.

I don't know if this went on for minutes, hours, or seconds, but it seemed that time had stopped and the only thing going on in the entire universe was me receiving this blow job.

Ashley began increasing the pace of her bobbing head. She also countered the action of her mouth with her hand. As much as I tried to resist, I couldn't put up much more of a fight.

"I can't last much longer," I half moaned, half whimpered.

"Relax," She said as she let my dick slip from her mouth. "I want you to cum in my mouth."

That was enough for me; "You want your cousin's cum in your mouth? You're a dirty girl."

"You have no idea," She said giving me a wink. She then slid her mouth the whole way down, and I could feel the tip of my dick pressing against the back of her throat. That was it; I was done.

"Oh, God," I moaned. "Here it comes. Here comes your cousin's cum into your throat." I lifted my hips up and exploded. I had cum many times from masturbating; I had quite a porn collection on my computer and stroked myself off at least once a day. This was like every orgasm I'd ever had rolled into one awesome climax. I felt it from the tips of my toenails to the tips of ever follicle of hair on my body. Each spurt was like an orgasm of its own.

Ashley, like some kind of porn star, swallowed every drop. She looked up at me when I was finished and smiled.

"That was amazing," I said trying to catch my breath.

"I said you'd enjoy that."

We sat in a lover's embrace for a while. I lay on my back and Ashley had crawled up and nestled herself under my arm to my side. As we laid next to each other Ashley asked me a few more questions about how I saw myself.

I explained that I am not religious but do consider myself to be a spiritual person. I practice martial arts both for the physical aspects as well as the mental discipline. I am particularly fond of Tai Chi for that reason. Not the watered-down Americanized version, but the traditional form that is about balance between mind, body, and spirit. A few years ago, I was lucky enough to find a master that was willing to take me on as a student. From that point on I was able to center myself and focus in ways I never knew were possible. It was also one of the contributing factors to me being at peace with my outcast status at school and just be happy with who I am rather than get sucked into all the typical teenage drama. As I explained all this, Ashley seemed to be hanging on every word and prompted me to keep going with a few questions.

After a quiet moment she asked, "Are you ready for your next lesson?"

"Sure," I said feeling tired but still eager.

"How about you return the favor?" She said batting her eyelashes at me.

I figured she was implying she wanted me to go down on her. I thought for a second and formulated a plan in my head. I reminded myself to take it slow and started off by rolling Ashley onto her back.

I kissed her, just letting our lips touch before pulling away. I kissed her forehead, cheeks, neck, and shoulders before coming back to her lips and planting my best attempt at a soul-searing kiss. When we broke, I continued my little pecks of affection down her neck and across her right breast. I took her right nipple between my lips and gently tugged at it while flicking my tongue across the very tip of it. She let out an appreciative moan. She let out another moan as I grabbed her left breast with my hand and gave it a firm squeeze. I teased her nipple for a while gently flicking, sucking, and nibbling on it before I resumed my journey south.

When I reached her navel, I leaned back and looked up into her eyes. "Are you ready for your cousin to get his first taste of pussy?" She let out a seductive purr. "Are you ready to get licked, poked, and explored?" She purred again.

I unbuttoned her shorts and slowly slid them down her slender legs. Once off, I leaned down and began a trail of kisses starting on the top of her foot up her left leg to just above her panty line. I leaned back and hooked each of my thumbs under the thin band of material that comprised her underwear. Slowly, I pulled the thin black lacy fabric back. It matched her bra in both pattern and sheerness. I could faintly see the lips of her pussy through the fabric, and I was as eager as a schoolboy unwrapping a present on Christmas morning. Unlike her bra, her panties were soaked. I understood this to be a sign of arousal, but found not only the sight, but also the aroma of her to be arousing for me.

Once I had her panties the whole way off and tossed aside, I kissed the top of her right foot and began the long slow journey to her exposed pussy. It was hard not to rush the process, but I focused on taking my time. My patience was rewarded when I got to her pussy to find it oozing hot female juices in anticipation of what I would do.

I ran my tongue down the length of her pussy, and Ashley's body tensed like before. I snapped my eyes up to look at her, and she had both hands firmed grasping her breasts. I figured that was a good sign and continued to explore my first taste of pussy with my tongue. I poked, prodded, licked, sucked, slurped, and savored every second of it. I alternated between sticking my tongue in as deep as I could to running it across her clit.

At one point, I decided to use my tongue to write the alphabet on her clit just as I had with her nipple. As I passed through the middle of the alphabet, somewhere near J or K, I slid one of my fingers into her pussy and did some poking and prodding with it while I continued to lick at her clit. Once I hit Z, I decided to just keep going and started over. I also inserted a second finger and became a little more deliberate and forceful with my fingering. I found what I thought was her g-spot and pressed on it firmly with both fingers while pressing a little harder on her clit with my tongue.

"Oh, my God, that's it!" She encouraged me. "Just like that." She screamed again. "For the love of God, don't stop what you’re doing."

I was on the letter W, and decided to just keep doing the up and down motion with my tongue while I did a similar action with my fingers. Ashley's body responded by becoming nearly rigid, while at the same time she bucked her hips up to meet the two-fronted assault from my tongue and fingers.

"Oh hell," She screamed, "You're a natural." She moaned deeper than I have ever heard her moan before, and I felt the walls of her pussy tighten around my fingers. She grunted, and I felt a rush of warm liquid escape all over my hand, across my chin, and even a little into my mouth. As ordered, I didn't stop.

She climaxed at least three times from what I could tell. Each time, she let out a deep grunt, her body went rigid, and a rush of warm liquid escaped her pussy on the fourth and final time, she pushed me away from her pussy and screamed, "Enough. I can't take any more." This time the rush of fluid was strong enough that it looked like she was peeing. I had seen squirting videos, but I didn't think they were real. I thought the porn stars were somehow faking it. But here was Ashley's tight pussy squirting out a small stream of pussy juice right at me.

"Oh yeah," she said coming down off her plateau, "You are only the second person to be able to do that to me," She panted, "And the first used a toy." I was about to suck my fingers clean to see if there was any difference between how her pussy tasted on the outside and how it tasted on the inside, but before I could get my fingers to my lips Ashley grabbed my wrist.

"Here," She said pulling my hand towards her mouth. "Let me." She then began to suck and lick every square inch of skin on my fingers clean. "Shocked?" She asked me as I watched with a bewildered stare. "Some girls like the taste of pussy," She winked, "Especially their own."

It was so much to take in, and I was so physically exhausted, I just collapsed on the bed next to Ashley. As we snuggled in close to one another, a loud clap of thunder and a flash of lightening caught our attention.

"Holy shit," I exclaimed. "That was close."

"I'll say," Ashley said as she sat up. "Let me check the radar." She walked naked into the main part of the living room where she had here computer and could check the weather. I took the chance to grab a towel and mop up some of the mess we created on the bed.

Once I returned to the bathroom, I washed my face off and took a long hard look in the mirror. I didn't really think about anything in particular. I just looked at my reflection and smiled like a Cheshire cat.

"Hey there Lover," Ashley said as she walked up behind me and peaked out from under my arm, "I have good news and bad news."

"What's the bad news?" I asked looking at her reflection in the mirror.

"This is just the start of the storm, and it's going to rain all day," She said with a glint of a smile.

"And the good news?" I said smiling back at her.

"Thunderstorms make me horny." She then reached down and grabbed my semi flaccid dick.

As much as I wanted to jump at the opportunity to continue our foray into my sexual education, I was exhausted. Sensing my internal conflict Ashley assured me that she was equally tired. She told me to strip the bed while she did some freshening up of her own. Once she finished, we put a fresh set of sheets on the bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms to the sounds of the rainstorm.

We woke up the next day just in time to grab a bite to eat for lunch. On the way back to Ashley's cabin we checked on the pool to make sure the storm hadn't done any damage. Back at the cabin our conversation focused on my image.

"I feel like a new man," I said to her as we relaxed on the front porch of the cabin as the rain fell all around us.

"That's good," Ashley said with a smile. "What five things are you most proud of that you want to retain as part of this new-man status?"

I thought for a while but didn't have to think too hard. The list came pretty easily. "I would say my top five things are my family, my friends, my swimming, my photography, and my Jeep."

"I get the first four but not the last one," she confessed.

I explained to her that over the past few years, pretty much since just after my sixteenth birthday, my stepdad and I had been restoring his old 1984 CJ8 Scrambler. The Scrambler was kind of a half-Jeep half-truck four-wheel-drive SUV that is not pretty but functional. My mom had remarried when I was fourteen and while Mike, my stepdad, never tried to act as a father to me, he did try to build a relationship with me centered around rebuilding the Jeep. I guess it worked because through working on the Jeep he and I developed a relationship that was somewhere between father-son and friendship. He never asked me to call him 'dad' or anything like that. He was, is, and probably will always be 'Mike' to me.

I told Ashley that before my junior year started, Mike gave me a challenge. He said that if I was able to maintain my 3.5 GPA through my Junior year when I turned eighteen the Jeep would be mine. This of course both elated me as well as gave me immense pressure. I wasn't exactly the best student in the world. With my obligations to the swim teams, I was on, both the high school team as well as the local aquatic club, I was busy year around. I was also taking some hard classes which were a struggle for me. I guess I could have taken the easier road in my junior year and dropped the advanced placement classes and guaranteed a good grade, but that just wasn't my style.

The end of my junior year, a few weeks before my eighteenth birthday I got my final report card, and my heart sank. My final GPA for the semester was a 2.9. The AP calculus class that I had taken was more than I could handle, and I barely passed with a D, and I do mean barely. My other classes were solid Bs, and I got one A in my advanced photography class. My overall GPA for high school dipped from a 3.5 to a 3.2.

I gave Mike the bad news but, thankfully, he agreed to give me the Jeep anyway on the condition that I pull my GPA back up my senior year. He also encouraged me to continue to challenge myself with the harder classes, but we agreed that another year of calculus was probably not a good idea.

Ashley agreed that the Jeep seemed to fit me because it was a rugged all-terrain vehicle, and I seemed to be a rather rugged guy. We went on to discuss fashion, which was a totally new topic for me, and how clothing can shape not only how other people perceive you but also how you feel about yourself. I'd never thought about what I wore; I just threw things on without a care. Ashley changed that.

These types of conversations continued throughout the rest of the summer, and our time away from the pool was spent with Ashley teaching me everything I wanted to know about sex, love, romance, and life. She opened my eyes, so I saw the world in a whole new way. I continued to share my philosophical and spiritual beliefs that I had picked up from my martial arts, and we found that what she was trying to teach me mirrored many of the things I had already been exploring.

The three most powerful things Ashley taught me and helped coach me on was to be confident, comfortable, and casual. She explained that women are attracted to confident men. She also said that I had to be comfortable in not only who I was and what I was doing, but in a literal sense with how I dressed and acted. This led to her helping me pick out a whole new wardrobe for my senior year. Lastly, she stressed that I was young, and that there was nothing wrong with keeping my relationships casual. She said that I could still date lots of women, have fun with them, enjoy them, and yet keep things casual. She stressed that she was in no rush to get married, and that although she did not consider herself a slut, she did have her fair share of casual lovers. She encouraged me to continue my sexual exploration.

Meanwhile, in terms of exploration, she treated me like Pandora opening her box. We fooled around on a daily basis. She showed me all kinds of sexual positions, as well as allowed me to explore things like anal sex. On one weekend, I went with her to her apartment near State's campus, and she modeled some of her extensive collection of lingerie and costumes for me. I found that I had a soft spot, or rather a hard dick, for her corsets and thigh-high stockings.

When I returned home ready to start my senior year, I really was a new man.

Chapter 2

The old friend

It was Monday morning on the first day of school. The start of my senior year. I had just backed my Jeep into a spot off in the corner of the student parking lot. As I surveyed the scene, I saw the jocks all parked together in one section flaunting their letter jackets. Some of the more preppy kids had all their expensive German import cars huddled together closer to the teacher parking area away from the rest of us lowly masses. A few other cars were scattered around the parking lot. No doubt the nerds and geeks were already indoors kissing the asses of their favorite teachers.

I continued to sit in the driver's seat of my Jeep. I quietly tried to collect my thoughts and even attempted a brief moment of meditation to calm my nerves and find my center. Although I had experienced so much over the summer and became more of a man in two months than I ever thought possible, I was still nervous because now it was back the grind of the real world.

Just as I finished exhaling a deep breath my phone rang. When I looked at the caller I.D. I smiled when I saw it registered Ashley's cell as the caller.

"Hello," I said as I answered my cell.

"Nervous?" She asked in a calm and relaxing tone.

"How'd you know?" I said with a half-hearted chuckle.

"I figured." She paused. "Look, you have nothing to worry about. Just be true to yourself and don't worry about what anyone else thinks, says, or does. Who knows, maybe you'll enjoy your senior year after all." I sensed her sarcasm, but also the sincerity of her attempt to get me to relax.

"Calm. Cool. Collected. Confident. Comfortable. Casual," I said as if it was a religious mantra. "Not nervous."

"Good," she said with a hint of pride in her voice. "You are wearing the outfit I recommended?"

"To the tee," I said.

"Excellent. You have nothing to worry about. Now don't be late." Just as she said that the first warning bell rang. "I guess that's your cue. See you over fall break lover," she ended her call with a kiss and then hung up.

My well-worn hiking books hit the pavement with deliberate thud. For pants I wore a pair of khaki cargo pants and for a shirt I had an untucked button-down shirt over a tucked in white undershirt. I had a pair of aviator sunglasses and a vintage Jeep hat my stepdad Mike had given me when he gave me the keys to the CJ8 Scrambler. This outfit, as recommended by Ashley, not only reflected my rough and rugged nature but also felt super comfortable. It was the prefect representation of the new me. A far cry from the jeans and t-shirts I wore as a junior.

As I got halfway across the parking lot, I spotted a familiar face leaning against one of the poles outside the main doors to the school. Jenn had been my first real kiss. Her long red hair was hanging down just past her shoulders. She had on a strapless pink floral dress and her sunglasses were perched on top of her head. She looked at me with a rather smug expression.

"Jenn. Long time no see," I said as I walked up to her.

"I'll say. You pretty much kissed and ran," she said in a mock serious tone.

"Ah, about that," I began to say.

"I'm just teasing," she said with a twinkle in her eye, "but you do know how to leave a girl hanging and spoil her summer." She gave me a coy grin letting me know she still thought fondly of our kiss the night of my birthday.

The old me would have laughed, turned around, and walked into school side-by-side with his friend oblivious to what was going on between the lines. The new me had a different idea.

I took a step towards Jenn, closing the small gap between us; I leaned down, brushed her hair over her shoulder, and gave her a soul searing kiss that blew the inexperienced tongue lashing she had received on my birthday far away.

When I broke the kiss and took a step away, Jenn was standing frozen with her eyes closed and her lips still puckered. When she finally snapped out of it and looked at me, I smiled.

"Worth the wait?" I asked her, giving her a coy smile of my own.

"Uh, yeah," she said stumbling over her words.

"Well, we better get going before we're considered late on our first day of school," I then stuck my elbow out as an invitation to link arms.

Jenn took the cue, and we linked arms and walked into the high school building arm in arm.

Later that day I made my way towards the cafeteria for lunch. The morning classes had been more about housekeeping and catching up than anything educational. I received many compliments on my new look and more than a few winks from the girls. I smiled and thought to myself that I need to find a way to thank Ashley for everything she's done for me.

Being the first day of school everyone had reverted to the same old cliques from our junior year. This left me without a definitive location to sit down.

"Hello Steven" I heard a distinctive female voice say from behind.

"Hello Rachel," I said in a rather stern voice. "And by the way, please call me Steve."

"Okay, Steve," she said emphasizing my name sarcastically. "I guess the new look deserves a new name."

Rachel was pretty much the queen bee of school since she was the head cheerleader. Tall, skinny, blonde, and dumb as a rock. Cliche, I know. She was hot, she knew it, and she flaunted it.

Much to my surprise and my relief, I spotted Jenn sitting at a table across the room.

"Excuse me," I said as I walked away from Rachel without giving her much of a second chance. I didn't need, or want, her kind of drama in my life.

"Steve!" Jenn exclaimed nearly jumping out of her seat as I walked up to the table. "You just starting your lunch?"

"Yeah. Second period lunch. You?" I asked.

"First. We are just finishing up," she let out a somewhat depressive sigh but then cheered back up. "We've got few more minutes," she said. "Go grab your food. We'll hold you a seat." As I walked away, I heard her and her friends giggle. No doubt the subject of the kiss I gave Jenn had been a hot topic already.

When I returned to the table, I was able to sit next to Jenn, and for first few minutes we talked about our summers. I prudently neglected to mention my sexual education from my not-really-a-cousin cousin. I did more listening than talking. Something Ashley stressed to me. When I spoke, I was concise and deliberate with my words making sure not to talk too much or use words that didn't fit the tone of the conversation.

When the bell rang the group of girls excused themselves, and Jenn gave me a pleasant smile before catching up with her friends.

For the next few minutes, I enjoyed the relative peace and quiet. I figured I was on my own, which was nothing new, so I enjoyed a moment of serenity in the middle of my school day. This moment to myself, as I thought ahead, may be more important in the middle of a busy semester than right now on the first day of school. In the past I found it very difficult to find a place and time to meditate or at least center myself while at school.

'Having a half hour to myself during lunch might just be what I need,' I thought to myself. As I continued thinking I went off into my own little world.

"Steve, right?" An unfamiliar male voice snapped me out of my daze.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry," I apologized. "Lost in thought."

"Didn't mean to interrupt," the guy said. As I looked him over, I tried to recall his name.

"Doug?" I asked half sure I was right.

"Yeah. Mind if I join you?" He asked gesturing to the empty seat across the table.

"Not at all," I said with a nod of my head.

"I saw you getting out of that Jeep this morning," he said with a glimmer of envy. "That thing is sweet."

"Thanks," I said with sincerity. "My stepdad and I spent the last few years working on it. I am allowed to drive it as long as I keep my grades up."

"Talk about motivation," he said with a chuckle.

"Talk about pressure," I retorted. As we talked, I started to remember more and more about him. He and I never had any beef. We had a few classes together and were polite to each other, but I would never have considered him a friend or anything.

"Yeah, it didn't work too well last year. Calc kicked my ass," I said with a laugh of my own.

"No doubt. I have it this semester. Not looking forward to it," he continued.

The rest of our conversation centered on what classes we were taking. We discovered that we had two afternoon classes together. Once the bell rang concluding my lunch period I extended my hand to Doug.

"Doug, it's been a pleasure catching up with you," I said as we shook hands.

---ENDE DER LESEPROBE---