Adam and Ashlynn have been just friends long enough! One stormy day, their lust thunders through them, and it's finally too hot to handle. Read on for heat, sex and romance. And vote if you enjoy it!
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He had just sat down with a hot tea and xbox controller when the storm that was raging outside finally beat out the stalwart electricity lines, leaving him in the twilight grey of a rainy day. A pulse of fear ran through his system before the power outage registered. Sighing with slight frustration at not being able to binge game on a rainy day, he began to get the candles and fireplace prepared for a day of no electricity.
***
She was running on empty in what she completely believed to be a hurricane with the gallons of water pouring down on her poor rusty car. She wasn't more than two miles from her house, but she wasn't going to walk home in the torrential downpour. That was just plain dangerous and stupid. Feeling the last ditch effort of her car, she pulled it off the main road she was on. Luckily her best friend Adam was just a few short blocks away from this area of town.
Getting out of the car, she pulled up her hood and started a quick jog to his place when she saw the lightning strike. With a the majestic clash that only the power of nature could create, the bolt pierced the grounded electrical pole a few hundred feet away. Her eyes popping with the light, she gave a shout of sheer joy of the power as she continued down the street.
***
Blowing out the match that started the fire in his fireplace, Adam turned to make another cup of hot tea, the perfect pairing with the Sherlock Holmes story he was currently reading. With another bellow of the thunder outside he heard a knock at the door. Checking through the peephole, he saw his favorite person in the world, Ashlynn.
He opened the door with a grin that slid away when he realized she was soaked to the bone and shivering. Teeth chattering, she was smiling up at him in that way that made his heart race and his mind wander to places of wonder. The smile that said follow me and we'll find an adventure.
***
He had loved Ashlynn since he first laid eyes on her, eight years ago at that stupid freshman gathering that their college made them all go to. Most of the guys had noticed her eventually while she stood next her model tall and stunningly blonde roommate standing aloof in the corner of the hall. He waited for the right opportunity to approach, about to strike up a conversation about classes and how stupid this mixer was, when she grabbed his hand and dragged him to the dance floor to start off the rest of the party, and the rest of their lives together. Just barely catching her name at the end of the night with the pounding of the speakers and the shrieks of laughter from everyone around them, he knew he was a goner when he saw that smile.
Finding ways to constantly run into her filled his weekend, and all for naught since they were in classes together anyways. They hit it off famously from that meeting onward. Enjoying the same musical tastes, laughing at the same movies and smoothly transitioning this common ground into a great friendship; they were two peas in a pod. But he never pushed boundaries, rather thinking of a future where they could easily slip into a relationship after building this friendship. He took those warning stories of freshman romances seriously. Rather than committing anything to anyone, let alone Ashlynn, he enjoyed the typical young guy's college relationship experiences.
And instead of being overtly jealous, he rather sat back and was the constant shoulder to cry on for Ashlynn when the jerks she got involved with ran through the same patterns in her life. Sure, he was in the "friendzone," but he wouldn't have it any other way. He knew when the time was right, he would win his Ashlynn.
***
There he was, tousled and gorgeous as always in his baggy sweatpants and that old baseball practice shirt. It was her favorite shirt of his. She would always steal it from him any chance she got in college, though she didn't know why. It was a stupid crush back then, and he never reacted in any way when she wore it. Let alone when she would drag the next dude or bro in front of his face. But she was too cold to remember all that disappointment now. She was out of his league apparently, and firmly rooted in the dreaded friendzoned for the last eight years.
"C-ca-can I come in p-p-please?" she gasped in the cold.
"What the heck are you doing out in this?" he replied with that grin of his that was saved only for her, the one that laughed at the world with her in their own private joke.
Stepping into the small one bedroom house, she replied "I was on my way back from work, and didn't have enough gas, and the stations were closed because of the storm! Well badda-bing badda-boom here I am. My car is a few blocks away, can I just stick this out with you for the night?"
"Two bodies to keep warmer and all that, right? Ha, yeah you're welcome anytime, you know that. I should have some hot water still if you want a hot shower, go for it. Borrow anything you want, of course. Ill make you some tea."
While she went to the bedroom with its bathroom and hot shower, he put another kettle on to heat up, loving once again his old 1950s tiny bungalow of a home that was still on gas everything. Hearing the shower turn on, he stepped into the bedroom to grab his extra blankets, planning on putting them in front of the fireplace to heat up. Just as he was grabbing some from the chest at the foot of his bed, the bathroom door opened with a flood of candlelight and steam... and there she was, gloriously naked.
Shocked, they both stared at each other for seconds, one pair of eyes roaming a body, the other going wide with embarrassment.
"God! Sorry God, Im so dumb! Ah!" With a tiny scream she slammed the door. Adam, still bent over the chest stayed still, holding the perfect image of her in his mind, making sure it seared into his brain forever. With a squeak from the other side of the door he realized that Ashlynn was trying to explain something to him
"- towels in here, I was going to find one in your room. Sheesh, Adam, I'm so sorry, I am so embarassed!"
"More like em-bare-assed" he chuckled back through the door. He grabbed a towel for her and knocked. She opened the door a crack and peeked through to see he had a hand over his eyes, but was comically peering through his fingers. Poking his tongue out at her, he handed over the towel with the other saying, "My eyes! They burn!"
Snatching the towel from his hands she once again slammed the door, this time in his face and with a huff of disapproval at his joke.
"Get out of here, you Perv!" she shouted back at him, as he walked away laughing.
***
He now had the biggest hard on ever. Dammit, he knew Ashlynn had a gorgeous body, but assuming and seeing the real thing were two very, very different things. He was walking funny around his hard cock, the scrape of the material over the sensitive head was not helping matters... that and the image of Ashlynn's amazing body in his mind. He sat down in front of the fire, thinking of trying to sneak a quickie session in so that he could stay in control for the rest of the night. Knowing Ashlynn and that storm, they were going to bundle up together all night, and having a semi was embarrassing enough, but a full hard on?
He put his hand down the front of his sweatpants, just pulling and tugging on the material of this underwear, letting the sensation of the cloth tease his cock. He stared into the fire, but the burning sensation in the pit of his gut was from the image in his mind of Ashlynn, naked, and steamed up. He cupped his balls that were drawing tight to his body and pulled them away, giving a nice rolling motion to each through the material. With a quick glance at the door of his bedroom to see if anything had changed with Ashlynn, he finally let his hand fist his cock, with his ears trained on the sound of the shower running.
Palming the head of his penis, he rolled his hand around, then squeezed tight and pushed down the shaft to the base, gripping tight there. He loved doing this, it made his cock extra hard and teased the sensitive head to heighten the sensation when next he touched it. After another long squeeze, he dropped into his regular rhythm of a few short quick strokes, interrupted with long hard pulls. He pictured Ashlynn in his mind giving him this hand job, and wanted it to last forever. God, his balls were churning with cum, and while he knew he should just finish up, he couldn't resist the fantasy in his head. Ashlynn, with her pretty pink lips and ocean blue eyes, kneeling beneath his hard dick, fisting it with her delicate hands.
His breathing hiked up, this fantasy was really working for him, and it was becoming hard to stifle any groans that he was making. Ashlynn, and her naked body, were going to become a big part of his routine.
"Damn, Ashlynn. That feels so freaking amazing!"
