Jeremy & Ashley

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As sunlight streams through the gossamer curtains the events of last night flood my brain.

Fuck.

Vivid images encapsulate my mind, Jeremy's erection grinding between my ass cheeks, his 11inch cock throbbing in my hand, his cum spurting across my face as his solid hands hold me in place.

I felt so dominated, so used.

Until last night I had never been called a slut.

Until last night I had definitely never thought about a guy in that way.

I open my eyes, straining against the harsh light.

Taking a deep breath I glance across the room to Jeremy's bed. He is lying on his back, chest and thighs entirely exposed while the bulging muscles of his hips strain to escape the flimsy material of his blankets. His short, dark hair falls across his face and I can't help but notice the angular features of his jaw. Objectively I suppose he is rather attractive if you ignore the acne scars. I don't really get why girls aren't interested.

I flinch as his body shifts into action.

He stretches, extending his muscles and groaning to himself. The deep sound echoes, reverberating through my body straight down to my cock. I turn away quickly; afraid that he will notice me staring and think I enjoyed last night.

What if he asks me to do something like that again.

I am not gay.

I am not interested in being anyone's slut.

So why does my body keep reacting as though I am?

"Yo, Ash," the harsh whisper arrives across the room, "You up yet?"

I think for a moment, deciding if to respond or fake sleeping a little longer.

Eventually, I realise that pretending to be asleep would only prolong this situation.

I stretch dramatically and roll over in bed, facing Jeremy as I rub my eyes and murmur in response.

"The party last night was rad man, chicks everywhere am I right?" His typical jock laugh fills the room as I chuckle along with him, maybe we can pretend as if nothing happened.

I play along and by the next morning it really is like nothing has ever happened.

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One week later, we drunkenly stumble home at 2am.

I am getting undressed, ready to climb into bed when Jeremy's voice startles me, "Ash."

The way he says my name sends shivers down my spine. The second the word leaves his lips I know what he is going to ask. His tone is practically dripping with desire.

"Jeremy," I respond back. Trying my best to give away nothing despite the fact that my heart fluttered.

"Do you um, remember the last party we went to? I mean...wha-what happened afterwards?"

My throat goes dry, of course I remember. Since that night it is all I think about when I look at him. I am still questioning why I got hard, why I jacked off, why it was the best orgasm I have had in years.

I definitely can't say that to him.

At a loss for words, I simply nod.

"Well, like, I haven't had any action since then you know and I'm starting to get pretty desperate again..."

He leaves the sentence unfinished, trailing off with suspense thick in the air. I know what he is asking of me, I know what he wants. I close my eyes and revisit the scene in my mind, my hand wrapped around his hard cock. The desperate lustful look in his eyes, the hot cum splattering across my bare chest.

Could I do that again?

I told myself after last time that he would stick to his word and never ask again, maybe I never really believed that, but I was convinced that if/when he did, I would outright refuse. I would not do that again.

My brain screams no but I can't deny that my body has reacted, cock stirring in my trousers. I open my eyes again, met with Jeremy's pleading ones, he says nothing but I can almost see the words forming on his lips, "please."

I nod once more, agreeing to...I'm not sure what exactly this time, will he take it further?

Jeremy sighs in relief, "Thank you so much dude, it is the last time I swear I just really need to get off, you know?"

I brush him off, not really wanting to talk about it, "Yeah, let's just get this over with man".

He looks at me like he is waiting, "You got to take off your shorts bro, I wanna see the skimpy shit you got on today, I saw it when you bent over to grab a beer at the party"

My eyes go wide, fuck. I better be careful about that next time. I had always found women's underwear more comfortable, I never really considered that there could be a sexual aspect to it until Jeremy first found out. His eyes had glazed over, almost as though my undergarments somehow made the situation less gay.

I think for a moment before deciding I might as well, I pull down my shorts and reveal the bright pink, lacy thong. My cock is cupped securely by the nylon material. The back is cut delicately around my hips before drawing the eye down to my exposed ass cheeks.

Jeremy's eyes widen and I pretend I didn't notice, his evident arousal sends butterflies into my tummy, why am I feeling this way.

He is imaging me as some goth girl in scant panties, it is nothing to do with me.

Jeremy strips off his shorts and boxers in record speed, his hard cock stands at attention. Damn, I had no idea he was that horny.

Maybe it is a little to do with me?

He steps towards me, ordering me onto my knees before him. I don't know what exactly made me agree to this again but the second my knees touch the floor my heart starts pounding. I cannot breathe properly; I lick my lips and look up at my friend.

I can see the urgency in his eyes.

I move my hand towards his body and take hold of his cock, my hands grip around the shaft and start moving slowly. He tenses, his entire body jerking beneath my touch as he groans my name, "Ashley."

I stop breathing, unsure about if I should continue, something about this feels too intimate. He said my name.

I think Jeremy feels my hesitation, he clears his throat and pulls himself together, "Its um a girl's name you know, just thinking about a hot blonde with your name is all".

"Sure dude," I whisper back, trying not to acknowledge the weird feeling that spreads across my insides. Why did I like the way my name sounded coming from his lips?

I can't help but notice how huge is cock looks in my dainty hands, I wonder if that is what he sees when he looks at me. I go back to movement, this time moving a little faster, desperate to get this over with and just let him cum.

"Dude, take it slow."

"Fuck you Jeremy, this isn't some valentines day experience, just fucking cum already".

He says nothing but his cheeks flush and he looks away from me.

I shift my hand faster, working over the flesh, precum leaking from the tip of his cock as he throbs in my hand. My wrist is getting tired as Jeremy groans and pants breathlessly. All I want to do is stop but I did agree to help. I can tell he is getting close to cumming when he rocks his hips in time with my thrusts.

"Fuck, i-m gonn-,"

I try and shift away, desperate not to be in the same sticky situation as last time but again Jeremy holds me still, gripping me by the shoulders as he forces me into position.

"Oh, Ashley," he moans my name and again my heart flutters, "is my slut ready to swallow my cum?"

I try to tell him to stop, pleading him not to do this but instead, when I open my mouth to protest, it happens.

The first load of cum shoots from his swollen, throbbing tip and inside of my mouth. Past my lips, sliding straight to my exposed tongue and throat. As Jeremy cums, he opens his eyes to watch the thick fluid spurt into my mouth. Instantly, my tastebuds come alive, the salty warm fluid taking over all of my senses. The smell, the taste, the texture. I close my mouth, about to swallow when Jeremy stops me. He says one word, "Open."

It feels impossible to resist.

On my knees with a muscley jock in front of me ordering me to open wide and show him my mouth full of cum. I pry open my lips and angle my head backwards, showing him the fluid dripping down my throat. He smiles and nods, giving me permission to swallow his load.

Satisfied with my service, Jeremy stands and heads to the bathroom. I don't move from the floor, I am frozen in time, processing what just happened. How did I again become a sex toy for my friend, this time swallowing his cum. In the harsh light of day I would never believe this had actually happened, let alone mention it to anyone.

But it had happened, twice.

I jump up as the bathroom door opens and Jeremy hops into bed. I follow into the bathroom, hopping into the shower.

I tell myself I won't do it again.

I am not going to touch myself after that.

The second my boxers fall from my hips I know that is a lie.

I have the biggest fucking hard on ever, it feels like my body is betraying me, the pressure is unbelievable I have to touch it. Turning on the warm water my body relaxes, finally alone to think. I close my eyes and all I can think about his Jeremys bare chest, muscles rippling as he cums. The way he tenses and growls when he shoots his load is taking control of my brain. I move my hand lower and touch myself, gripping my cock hard, frantically jerking myself off as I had done Jeremy only moments before. It takes barely any time at all before I feel my orgasm building.

My cock is throbbing, desperate for release.

I do something I never thought I would do in a million years, sticking out my tongue I lick the final drops of cum from my lips, the fresh taste of my own roommate's cum on my tongue is enough to push me over the edge.

I explode against the wall of the shower, groaning his name loudly as I do. Ropes of cum shoot from the tip of my cock forcefully, dripping down the wall of the shower before being washed away.

As I come down from my orgasm I cringe, terrified that my groaning was too loud, that Jeremy might have heard me moaning his name.

Slipping back into my room as quietly as possible I sigh as I realise that he is already sleeping, I am safe, for now.