Ashley resists him

"Fuck. You. Who. Do. You. Think. You."

A wave of pleasure rolled in, and "are" was lost at sea. Another one thundered towards her.

The pillow. It was still locked in her fist.

Then the sex tsunami broke. It flooded her and washed away her name. Her lover's name. Where she was being loved. Every muscle went taut. Her back arched. The flesh inside her had impossible mass. Every pulse made her feel so warm and full. She thought she'd melt around it. She was in bliss. She needed the world to know it.

When her mind cleared, she had an ache in her jaw from biting the pillow, while her throat was raw from screaming. Just in time she'd muffled herself.

Ashley (I'm Ashley, yes. Wow.) sensed someone's weight shift beside her. This someone hadn't brushed their teeth the previous night.

"Urgh." Ashley stopped Kurt with a hand to his chest. An orgasm was one thing. What kind of pervert wanted a kiss?

Hey, Ashley! she imagined Vicky calling from the lake. She pushed Kurt away and stood up. How long does it take to find your other swimsuit?

Not long, Dream Vicky! I was busy getting railed by Heather's shitty cousin, she thought as she reached behind her back. Her bra clasps caught each other. How am I gonna hide this for two weeks?

She paused when she reached for her panties. Bent double, Kurt's cum dribbled down her thighs. His eyes followed the trail.

"Don't get any ideas." She wiped away his slickness. "That was fun, but I-"

"You're welcome."

"But I'm glad we understand each other," she finished, zipping her shorts. This guy. This. Fucking. Guy.

Fucking this fucking guy? Really, Ashley?

"Meaning what?" He stretched out, arms folded under his head, still sweaty and naked. He seriously hadn't left bed today, had he?

"Meaning you can fuck yourself from now on," she called over her shoulder, almost to the door.

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up."

Speaking of laughing... Her fingernails raked over her sides. Nothing. I guess it is like tickling, you can't do it to yourself. Brandon's hands are gonna be busy from now on.

"Give me a hand with something?"

She only turned back so she could try hating him to ****.

"When you're done with your boytoy? Come back and tell me if I'm right."

"Don't worry, you won't be." What the hell is he talking about?

"So now you're just a slut? Not a guilty one?"

She slammed the bedroom door behind her, but she could still hear him laughing across the cabin and under the hiss of the shower.