Ashley and Zack

After doing the dishes (without dropping any even though Ashley was certainly distracted), Zack said he was going to wander around the woods nearby the cabin. "No hiking, just getting the hang of the place," he had said. He didn't want to leave her completely alone, just in case something happened. Ashley had called him sweet, but then said that she would be fine and was going to shower before figuring out what she wanted to do. As Zack left the cabin, she now stood under the cascade of warm water. She wondered if she should turn the knob over to the cold side.

Fuck, she was horny. Seeing Zack and Vicky last night activated something within her whose off switch was no where to be found. It felt.., wrong, oh so wrong to see them like that, in a hardcore makeout session where they thought they were alone. It was naughty, that was the word. And it revved Ashley's engine in a way she never thought possible.

Then that fantasy, when Brandon morphed into Zack. She sighed, she hadn't thought of a good explanation for that yet. Okay, fine, sex had been lacking between her and Brandon for a few weeks, but that can't be it entirely. Was it just seeing Zack's cock? Was it really that all it took? Unless... well, it is naughty to imagine your friends in a fantasy. Very naughty, and, well, as long as it stays a fantasy, it's okay right?

She leaned against the tile, feeling the water rush over her body, like a million finger tips sliding themselves across her skin. She lightly cupped the underside of a breast and started to massage herself. She breathed in sharply when she brushed against her nipple. Oh was she sensitive right now.

Through half-lidded eyes, she found the fantasy from last night. She lay in a bed, naked and prone, as Zack approached her. He pushed open her legs, revealing her soaked pussy, glistening and ready for him. His cock angled upwards toward her, pointing to its goal and nothing was going to stop it.

"Zack," she croaked, bringing a hand down to her crotch. As she started to roll her clit, she twisted a nipple.

"Do you want it?" the Zack of her imagination whispered. Edging closer, he brought his cock in full contact with her lower lips, smearing her wetness across it.

"Yes," Ashley replied in fantasy and reality. Zack merely smiled, then pushed. In the shower, Ashley jammed her fingers in deep.

Her fantasy rushed to a blur. Arms and legs entangled into one another, and she envisioned Zack enjoying her nipples as he pistoned. His short brown hair among her breasts while feeling his length inside of her catapulted her into the air.

"Zack! Zack! FUCK ME ZACK!" Ashley screamed, now bucking in the shower. The heat of the water, the steam, the Zack of her imagination ravishing her, it all crashed into at once. She peaked. "ZAAACCKK!!!"

She immediately fell against the wall, sliding down to her butt. Breathing deeply, reality filtered back once more, and she noticed the shower curtain was pulled back. She thought that was odd, but then she saw the shocked face of Zack staring down at her wet body. The tent in his shorts was painfully obvious. She froze with eyes wide and fixed on his crotch. The sound of water running was the only thing that would've masked the dropping of a pin.