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Rather than head to the office and go after Debbie immediately, I decided to just drive around for a while, and eventually found myself passing the same ice cream store where I had picked up Lisa on the very first day I got Power. It being the winter, it was mostly just selling cake and such, but I decided I wanted to try some ice cream, since I was hungry and hadn't eaten anything in my new body yet. I was going to get some chocolate ice cream, and as I joined the line, I noticed a friend of my daughter, Ashley Benedict, getting in line behind me. I may have stared at her for a second trying to place her, but I got caught, and of course since I wasn't currently Tom Mallory, Sarah's dad, she thought it was because she was pretty (which she was). She smiled back at me shyly. "I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else."

"That's okay," she replied, with another smile. The both of us ended up getting ice cream (I'm not the only person who likes it occasionally in winter); I got vanilla and chocolate and she got butterscotch sundae. We ended up both eating it in the store; as I savored the taste (which really did seem a bit different with my new mouth), I surreptitiously admired her. Ashley and I ended up leaving at the same time. "Nice car," she said; now it was her turn to stare (I still don't know what kind it was; cars are not my thing, I just knew it was fancy). While she goggled at it, I was thinking. A rather cute friend of Sarah's, and one who was obviously interested in my car and, by her sidelong looks at me, wasn't turned off by Tom O'Malley either.

I enjoyed having sex two main ways. In situations where there was no way I would normally have sex (like with the redhead at UT Austin) that I just described. Especially doing it in public, with others around and possibly joining in. These were good for fast relief and fun, but rarely anything more. The other way I liked it was when the sex flowed more or less naturally, with only a bit of a nudge to set things up, like I had done with Sharon or Beth. I had already done the first a couple times today; I decided to see if I could get the second to work with Ashley. After all, I intended to go that route with Debbie and this would be good practice.

"Thanks," I replied. "I just got it. I'm taking it for my first drive," I told her honestly.

"Cool," she said, touching the hood tentatively. "I've never seen on of these outside of TV."

"Would you like to help me try it out?" I asked, partly to keep her from asking me for details about the car I didn't know, partly to see if I could get her to come along without any prompting from Power. "Oh gee, I don't think so," she said hesitantly, looking over at a minivan parked next to me. This must have been her parent's car. "Come on, we don't have to be gone long," I said, smiling at her "It would be really nice to have somebody share the test drive with me." She was still hesitant, so reluctantly I checked her mind and saw that her mother was waiting for her at home, and if she was gone much longer, she was afraid she'd be grounded. Power took care of that, and her attitude did a 180. "Sure, as long as we're not gone too long," she said with that lovely smile. I opened the car door and let her slide in, then ran to the other side to join her.

We drove around randomly and she began asking the inevitable getting-acquainted questions. How old was I? I told her 22 (the age I had set this body to). How old was she? 18 (I knew that already since she was in same class as Sarah; I had been worried she might be seventeen if she had an late birthday, but luckily hers was in October). She would be graduating later this year, just like my kids. She asked how I could afford such a cool car. I gave her my biotech story, hoping she wouldn't ask for details (I was sure Power could have me recite something good on autopilot, but I didn't want to have to); she bought it, not asking for any details, to my relief. She seemed to be very impressed by it. She asked if I did my work at UT Austin (local given there I was). I didn't want too have to worry about getting caught not knowing something I should, so I told her I was from UCLA. She asked why I was in Austin, and I said that I was thinking of locating my new company here. She finally seemed to be out of questions, and I was feeling pretty comfortable about my ability to flesh out my story as needed, which I considered a good dry run. After that the conversation shifted to other topics.

I was really enjoying the banter. Ashley's personality was wonderful, and she was talking to me animatedly, in a way she hadn't when she had met me as Tom. As an old guy and a father, there are certain ways teens talk to you that are different from how they talk to each other (22 was close enough). I was also enjoying looking at Ashley, who had a cute pixieish face, framed with short brownish-blond hair, as well as the aforementioned smile that she was not shy flashing. She was medium height, rather slender, a nice butt, but nearly flat-chested (I knew from Sarah that I some of the kids teased her about that at school). This kept her from being among the most popular girls in the school, given how shallow teenage boys can be. Today she was wearing sleeveless white blouse and long pants, under a light winter coat. Nothing special, but then she had only been out for a trip to the ice cream store.

Speaking of, after wandering around the neighborhood we were coming back to the shop. I considered just dropping her off, but I was having fun and instead I arranged to take a route that would have us pass by her house. I had Ashley's mom suddenly remember an errand, and as we pulled in to the street I saw her mom leaving the house. I then had her suddenly remember she had to library books to return, and need to do it right now. "Oh crap," she yelled suddenly, face palming. I was supposed to return those books today. It's 3:30? If I get hit with any more late fees my dad will kill me! Tom, can you pull over here? This is my house, I can run in and grab them." I pulled into the driveway she indicated. When she got out, she had expected me to wait for her in the car, but instead I followed her into the house; she never even noticed as she ran up to her room and grabbed the (suddenly due) books. When she came back into the living room, she found me waiting. I removed her worry about a stranger suddenly in her house, and also slowed time outside so her mom wouldn't come back, then I put my arms around her and pulled her close to me and kissed her tenderly.

She was surprised, but returned the kiss briefly before trying to pull away. "I don't think we should," she said with a worried glance around her. I held her gently. "Why not, there's no one here," I answered, kissing her again. I turned up her arousal up just slightly, and she kissed me back hard, her hands stroking my back. But then she tried to pull back again. "My mother will be back soon," she said, trying to slow down the situation. She was hot, but she could sense herself losing control of the situation. "No, she won't," I answered, kissing her more strongly, also making her absolutely sure er mom wouldn't be back until later. My hands had been on the small of her back, but one now began to drift down toward her ass. Again she turned her head from me. "I'm... we're going too fast," she said.

"I love you, Ashley," I said, kissing her on the forehead. She looked me in the eyes. "I love you, too, Tom," she replied. "But it's too fast. I mean, we just met and I can't blivet I just said that or you said that..." she went off on a nervous ramble. I cut her off with another kiss, and she opened her lips to allow entry to my tongue. I explored her mouth as my hands dropped to her ass, cupping each cheek. She was breathing hard into me, and I pulled her crotch against mine; she felt my hard cock against her and gasped. Because I new they liked it, I always upped any girls sensitivity, and she shuddered with passion as she felt me press against her. She pressed back at me, and I probed at the waistband of her pants. When she didn't object, I slid the hand inside and caressed the bare flesh of her ass. She broke away from the kiss so she could breathe more deeply with the passion she was feeling. She kissed my neck with little pecks and bites and chewed my ear.

But then she pulled back again. She was breathing hard, blushing harder, but I saw her trying to come back to herself. "Tom, I like you. You know I do. Maybe I do love you, I don't know. But we just met. We JUST met."

"I love you Ashley," I said again, and dived back in, kissing her again. That seemed to have been her last bit of resistance and she melted into me. One hand went under her blouse I unhooked unhooked her bra blind and pulled it off her as I withdrew back through her shirt. She was now in front of me, breathing hard, her breasts covered only by her half open blouse; after a second the pulled it off herself, baring her upper body to me. I could see an apprehensive look in her eye. "They're very small," she said tentatively. "I know guys like them bigger..." but I cut her off. "They're beautiful," I said, putting my hand on one of her tiny breasts. I kissed her, and she moaned softly as I played with the nipple, again as I lowered my head to her breast and licked at it, then sucked it in. My hands returned to her ass and began to lower her pants, but she stopped me. "Let's go to my room," she said, taking she took my hand and leading me through the house.

Her room had four-poster bed (unmade) with frilly cover, pastel walls, a bulletin board with friends' pictures and random photos, some notes about various school work and chores. It was a mess, clothes all over the floor, hung on chairs, and draped over the foot of the bed, some papers thrown around. Not disorganized, just not tidy, was the impression I got. "I haven't straightened it up lately," she said in an understatement that I had to fight not to laugh at. it was in other words a typical teenage room (if my kids are anything to compare to), but I wasn't here to critique her housekeeping.

I took her in my arms and kissed her forehead again. She sighed and wiggled tighter in my arms, nestling her head under my chin. We were like that for a while, my hands gently rubbing her bare back, but not going anywhere sensitive. I wasn't going to **** her onward, both because I really did like her and for the sake of my test; if she wanted to stop, I would. But I didn't want to. "This isn't just a one-time thing, is it Tom?" she asked me nervously, not looking up from my chest. "Never mind, it's a dumb question. Either way, you'd say it isn't," she cut me off, putting a finger to my mount to silence me. "It's just that, well, you're not a school kid or anything, and you've got a business, and you live in California..." Her voice trailed off.

"You're right, any guy would say it's not a one-timer regardless," I answered honestly. "But it's not a dumb question. I don't know if my business will work out," I began, starting to lose track of my own story. "Neither of us knows how things will go long-term. All I can say is that I'm happy to be here with you right now." I lifted her chin to kiss her. She kissed me back, and didn't say anything more. Her hands dropped to my zipper and she awkwardly lowered it, reaching into my pants to fondle my cock and balls through my underwear. I pulled off my shirt as she explored my pants, and she loosened them so they would drop to the floor, I felt her little hand feeling the outline of my cock through my underwear. "It's... big," she said looking up at me with a nervous smile.

"Yes, it is," I replied. "Does it scare you?" I asked. "No," she answered quickly. "Well... yes, a little," she amended. "It's much bigger than my one boyfriend. I probably shouldn't mention that, now you must think I am a slut..." I cut her off again. "Don't worry," I answered with a soft kiss on her lips, "I won't hurt you. We'll go as slow as you want." She snuggled against me again. "I feel so good with you," she said softly. Then her hand went down and jerked my underwear clear, and she was feeling my cock directly in her hands. "Tom, do you want me to, uh, you know... suck on it?" She asked nervously. I almost laughed, managed to keep a straight face. "When you're ready," I replied.

She turned lead me to her bed. I caught sight of a large mirror on her dresser, and I reached around her waist and stepped behind her, holding her close with both of us facing it. I stroked her smooth, flat belly and nibbled on her neck. "Look at your man kissing you and rubbing your belly. Look at him touching your pretty little breasts and pulling on your nipples," I whispered in her ear. At first she smiled at the mirror, a bit embarrassed by what she was seeing, but then my soft whispers and the movements of my hands and the eroticism of the moment had her breathing hard and she was watching her own image with lust as I felt her up. "I'm unzipping your pants. In just a moment you'll be totally naked for me. My hands are going into your pants, and now I'm touching your pussy for the first time. Now your pants are coming down and you can see your pussy. I've put my finger inside you, Ashley, and my cock is pushing against your ass. How does it feel?" I continued, narrating my own actions for her. She moaned and gasped as she tried to talk. "It's so good," she managed at last, breathlessly.

"Look at me putting a finger in your pussy, in and out," I continued; I could see her mouthing 'in and out' in time with me. A few more times. "I can feel how wet you are. You're hot for me, aren't you, Ashley?" I asked; she didn't answer, she made a purring sound that made me even harder, if that was possible. I hunched down and maneuvered my cock so it went between her legs. "Now my cock's rubbing against your pussy." She stared at the mirror, fascinated (her first time had been in back of a dark car so she really couldn't see anything) and breathed deeply as she saw the head of my cock push against her pussy lips. I both hands to pull her lower lips wide apart, my cock like an arrow below her slit, pointing up into her. "Look at your pussy now, Ashley, it's wide open for me. It's ready for me, isn't it?" She couldn't speak, but she nodded her head, reaching down and feeling my hardness, pressing it on her cunt.

I stroked my cock between her hand and against her pussy; she pressed me on her harder and my cock brushed up on her clit. She shuddered and had to let go and reach behind, grabbing onto me to steady herself, her eyes now closed. "You have to open your eyes, Ashley. You have to look at yourself. You're about to make love, you're about to fuck," I whispered in her ear, as I continued to stroke against her. She sobbed with the sensations washing over her, but opened her eyes to look at herself. "Are you ready, Ashley?" She swallowed a few times, trying to speak, then manged to squeak out "Yes, please... love me."

"Oh Ashley, I want you so much," I said as I guided one of her hands back to my cock; she gripped me and pointed me at her entrance, and using her hand as a guide, I pushed up into her, lifting her a little at the same time. She was watching the moment, seeing herself being speared in the mirror, as I sunk into her slowly. In this position I coulnd't go all the way in, especially with her hanging in mid air supported only by my arms and dick, but I went as far as I could, then pulled back out, her watching the whole time. I put her back on the ground and turned her around in my arms and kissed her deeply.,then held her close.

"Please, Tom, more. Please fuck me," she said. I picked her up and placed her on the bed, her legs opening wide of their own accord, and she put her arms out for me. "I want you," she said. I lowered myself onto the bed over her. "Ashley, would you rather be on top? That way you can control how fast we go," I asked her. "I trust you," she replied, kissing me again. "Just go slow until I'm ready, okay?" I lined up again and she inhaled sharply. "Keep going, it feels so good," she said, encouraging me when I stopped, thinking I had hurt her. Slowly, slowly I pushed forward, until I was all the way in this time. "Is that all of it?" she asked, when I stopped moving. "Do you want more?", I asked quizzically; I could feel I was all the way in; I didn't think I could have gone any further. "Are you kidding? I'm totally full," she replied, smiling at me again.

I lifted myself off her a little, making sure not to come out, and we both looked down at her tight pussy, its lips stretched tight around my cock. "Wow, I never thought I'd get it all in," she said. I wiggled my hips and pressed forward, trying to push it up another fraction of an inch, but it wouldn't budge, not the she minded me trying. She moaned softly and bit my ear as I held her tight. "Oh god, that's good," she exhaled. She had had some time to get used to being filled, and now now I pulled out slowly; her hips followed, not wanting to give up my cock. I almost pulled out, but then pushed forward, not fast, but steadily. When I got all the way in again, I ground my crotch hard against hers, kissing her hard and deep.

"Yes, I'm ready now, she whispered to me when I released her mouth. I started moving faster now, pulling out, then back in faster, then out and in faster still. She put her arms around me and hugged me close as I speared her. Her hips quickly learned to match my rhythm, and she began meeting me, blow for blow. Soon her quick breaths became panting and her moans became a squeal, as we moved faster and faster. "Oh yes, oh yes, yes," she said, then her whole body tensed as her cunt spasmed around my cock. As she came, I stroked a couple more times, then I also came, filling her. We stayed joined like that for a few moments, then I slipped my cock out of her, and we lay wrapped in each other's arms for a long time, occasionally kissing.

"Was I good, Tom?"She asked as she snuggled closely against my shoulder and neck. "You were great," I answered. "Was I as good as the other girls you've had?" she asked hesitantly. I could see she didn't really want an answer. "I don't think it's very gentlemanly to discuss other women," I countered, neatly avoiding upsetting her. "Was I as good as the other guys you've had?" I asked sarcastically, expecting her to evade as well. "Omigod, yes," she answered giggling to my surprise. "Of course, there was only one other guy. and he was really bad. It was just a quick thing in a car, and he never even spoke to me again. You won't do that, will you?" she asked somewhat plaintively. "The man's a fool," I replied reassuringly. "And I'm the lucky bastard who gets to take advantage of his stupidity."

"I really got off on it when you were talking to me, with the mirror." She added, kissing me quickly. Then we kissed again, and there were more kisses, and eventually I was on top of her and we were fucking, this time from behind. I went slow and easy, neither of use rushing, but eventually I sped up the pace just a little, and we both came with a long, slow, easy orgasm. This time after I sat up, I turned to her and said. "I think it's time for me to leave." I could see her suddenly realize that we'd been fucking for a long time. "Do you have to go?" she asked; she ran her hands down my chest and to my cock, trying to tempt me into another round. "I thought you might like me to suck it now." I took her hand from my cock and kissed it. "Let's save that for next time," I said also removing my earlier command not to worry about being interrupted, but not letting her worry about that time we had already spent together.

"You have to come with me. Your car is at the shop, remember?" This et her into motion; she got up off the bed and realized what was running down her legs. She turned to go the bathroom to do something about it, but I took care of it, and she just reached down to grab her clothing. "I forgot all about it," she confided in me. I sat in a chair (moving aside half a dozen articles of clothing to make room) and watched her get dressed, which seemed to embarrass her, but I enjoyed seeing her slowly cover her long, slender body, bending over to let her tiny tits fall into the cups of her bra, and sliding her suddenly clean panties up her long legs. As she finished up, I realized I had to get dressed too, though I saw her admiring my rock hard erection from watching her out of the corner of her eye. "God, you're sexy," I said at last, as I worked my pants back on. She smiled with pleasure, and came over to sit in my lap as I pulled on my shirt.

"That blowjob you said to put off til next time?" she began. "When's next time?" She paused, looking worried. "Or, you can change your mind and have it now." She blew in my ear, then stuck her tongue in. I ignored her question, lifting her up and carrying her toward the living room where our coats were stashed. "I'd better leave before you **** me." Her arms around my neck, her head resting on my shoulder as I carried her. Finally I arrived in the living room and moved to put her down, but she resisted. "Just hold me like this for a minute more," she said. "This is like a dream, and I want to keep dreaming."

I was panicking a little internally as my heart flutters. Tom O'Malley is falling in love with a teenager, and he doesn't even exist, and the girl is my daughter's friend, and I had ANOTHER woman I wanted to keep around. This was just supposed to be me playing around!!

She finally let me put her down after a long kiss, and we drove back to the shop. "You never did say when you'd call me again. Are you avoiding giving me an answer?" she asked, and I realized I was. "If I recall correctly, the reason I didn't give you an answer was because you distracted me with an offer of a blowjob," I replied defensively. "I did, didn't I?" she replied. "Well, the offer's still good."

Based on "My Reward" by Azil