Ashley makes a bad decision

It's not cheating if I don't actually touch myself, right? Ashley slipped a hand under her shorts, rubbing herself through her panties.

She drank in the sight of Kurt's body. Sweat dripped through the tangle of his chest hair, and his cock was as long as Brandon's. A little thicker, maybe. And with a big vein running up from the base. How would that feel inside her?

Ashley wondered what might have happened if she hadn't run from him at the lookout point. She saw herself naked and bent double over the wooden table, legs spread for the cock in front of her. Dream Kurt was insatiable, bringing her right to the edge of orgasm before stopping, making her beg him to please her. He took a fistful of blonde hair and jerked her head towards the beach below. Brandon was there, following an enormous tent in his swimsuit out of the water, with Heather right behind him. Heather grabbed him when she caught up, one hand starting to massage his hard chest. The other moved south under the tent...

No, snap out of it, she told herself. Brandon would never cheat on me. Heather was just like that, she flirted with everyone, and Brandon loved Ashley as much as she loved him. They were each other's firsts, after all: everything she knew about sex she'd learned alongside him. Sleeping with anyone else was unthinkable.

She shivered as she watched Kurt's hand fly. At least, it should be unthinkable. Why did the thought of cheating on her boyfriend turn her on like this? Especially the thought of cheating with Kurt of all people? It was hot, but it was shameful.

...Or was it hot because it was shameful?

"Oh, fuck," she moaned as her finger, Dream Kurt's tongue, brushed her clit.

The real Kurt stopped playing with himself. "Hey, is someone there? You mind giving me a hand with this?"

Ashley stopped, too. Oh my God, she thought. Oh my God oh my God. I have to go.

But her feet were planted to the floor, and she felt herself get even wetter. She wanted him to watch her as much as she wanted to watch him.

Kurt squinted at the doorway. A smug look broke over his face. "Seriously, it's the least you can do after hurting my feelings yesterday."

Well, there was no hiding now.

She stepped into Kurt's room, slowly, like she expected him to punish her. He watched her with that obnoxious grin, but she had no interest in his face.

"You stopped," she said, eyes locked on his rod. It seemed to tower over everything else in the room.

"It's your job now," he answered, patting the edge of the bed.

She crossed to the bed and sat down. She couldn't believe she was going to do this. She couldn't believe she'd waited so long to do this.

Kurt took her hand. Her breath hitched as he wrapped it around his cock.

"You've never fucked anyone but your boyfriend, right?"

"No. Never."

Ashley stroked his length, Kurt's soft skin sliding over an iron-hard core. A bead of precum oozed from the tip. She licked her lips as it smeared under her fingers.

"When was the last time Brandon surprised you in bed?"

"Last summer," she answered, not looking up. "We snuck onto the beach just before sunset. We got out of the water once it turned dark, and then I was up against a boulder. He didn't even let me take my swimsuit off."

Kurt jumped in her hand, more precum lubing him for her.

"Damn. Would've been a great show for anyone who found you."

Ashley laughed. "This elderly couple scared the crap out of us. They came around the boulder where we couldn't see them until they were right next to us."

"What'd you do?"

"We ran for it, obviously, and we didn't stop until we were across the woods."

It had been such a good idea not to strip. She could see their bicycles chained to a tree, and she winced as the bicycle seat put her crotch through misery after Brandon's rough treatment. Once they were sure no one had followed them, they finally pulled off the road to catch their breath, and Brandon kept her standing when she was too exhausted for anything but to be held in his arms. She'd wanted nothing more than to fall asleep like that.

She winced again, but not from the memories. Someone's hands were at her back, each one holding a clasp of her bra, and now their teeth were on her nipple.

"Whoops," Kurt said as he bit down again. Ashley hissed but pushed her chest into his face. It hurt, sure, but she felt a good hurt beneath that. Brandon (I love Brandon. I love Brandon.) didn't often play rough with her like he had on the beach.

She looked down at Kurt's cock, then at his face.