Good Bad Habits

Waking in the middle of the night had become an unfortunate habit for Gavin. After two nights in a row his biological time clock was adjusted so that even in the deepest of sleeps, he woke without any prompting. And thanks to what had happened those last two nights, he also woke to find his erection tenting his underwear. Glancing over to the other bed in the room, he saw that it was empty. Either Zack wasn’t back yet, or he wasn’t coming back, either way he was free to reach beneath the bedsheets and grasp his hard cock in his hand through the material of his boxers.

Gently he tugged his shaft, closing his eyes and picturing his mind’s eye the memories of the previous two nights. It would be too much to expect something like that to happen for a third time, but he was free to remind himself how her hand and lips had felt wrapped around his cock, even how her pussy had felt when he snuck into her room, intend on fucking Heather. He imagined himself creeping back into that room. If Zack wasn’t back, perhaps Heather wasn’t back either. In his mind, he saw Ashley’s ass, poking out under the sheets just as it had that night, almost like it was waiting for him.

Not that he would actually do such a thing…again. Ashley had warned him about doing so. Though that had been when she was still with Zack and worried about him getting the wrong idea. He broke up with her last night…and she made it clear that she wasn’t giving up on him. He sighed as he idly stroked his cock. He wasn’t looking for anything serious, but he had to take care of the rock-hard dick between his legs if he was to have any hole of getting any sleep. He could just whack off, but with the amount of female attention he was getting these days it just wasn’t as satisfying as it used to be.

Last night he hadn’t even been thinking about it. He was too warm and needed a drink. On his way to kitchen, he’d stumbled on Ashley, touching herself on the sofa. Now that he thought about it, he was kind of thirsty again. And warm. A little walk would certainly help cool him down. And a piss. He definitely needed the toilet. With a whole host of justifications to back him up, he practically leapt from the bed and made a beeline for the door. Outside, in the hall, he didn’t even pretend. He simply crept towards Ashley’s door, surprised to find it already slightly open.

Light from the hall crossed the room, showing a figure lying beneath the bedsheets. Gavin’s eyes widened, thinking of Ashley beneath the bedding…but this figure was too big to be the petite, blonde cheerleader. Had Heather returned at some point? No, this shape was too broad for the brunette heir of Ravers Enterprises. Gradually, it dawned on Gavin, that the person wasn’t a woman at all, but Peter, sleeping in Ashley’s bed. Dejected and rejected, Gavin turned back towards his room, lamenting the fact that could have been him, sleeping soundly through the night.

As he turned, he heard a voice coming from the living room, saying ‘No, dad,”. Instantly, he thought of Heather, but the voice was too small, too ashamed. Frowning, he took a measured gait, walking carefully towards the living room and looking around. He recognized the mess of blonde hair, even from behind, as he stumbled upon Ashley on the couch again. This time she was clothed, and holding a phone to her ear.

“Because I don’t want to leave, dad,” Ashley pleaded. “I want to stay here, with my friends. Just a few more days and Spring Break will be over anyway.”

Gavin felt like he was listening to something he shouldn’t be hearing, much more so than even when he’d stood where he stood now last night and listened to her aroused moans.

“Why should I be punished because of what Hannah did?” she insisted, oblivious to the teen listening in. “I didn’t mean for you to find out this way. I was going to call first thing in the morning.”

Gavin definitively decided he shouldn’t be here for this, turning to leave. The floorboard creaked beneath his foot and he looked around to see if Ashley had heard. He was staring directly at her face, her eyes red from crying. He offered her a sad smile and made to move, but, for the second surprise of the night, Ashley waved him over.

“Fine, you can ground me, take away my phone, my internet, I’ll have no social life outside of school and cheerleading, my life will be forfeit,” Ashley bargained, patting the cushion next to her for Gavin to sit on. “In four days. Give me four days and you can have the rest of my life.”

That seemed to appease her father, because a few minutes later, Ashley responded, signing off, saying, “Thank you, dad. I gotta go…bye.” She threw the phone to one side of the couch and flung herself back into the seat.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Gavin began immediately, almost as soon as Ashley call with her dad had ended.

Ashley waved him down and shut him up, interjecting “I don’t mind. In fact, I was just thinking about you before my dad rang.”

“Really?” Gavin replied, then cleared his throat, realizing how eager he may have sounded. “What for?”

“For the same thing we do every night,” Ashley giggled, tugging on Gavin’s arm so that he rested against the cushion beside her. “I was so horny when I got back tonight, no thanks to that blow job I had to give you at Hannah’s apartment so you wouldn’t get distracted, that I fucked Peter. He was good, but just not enough. And I thought to myself, right about now is when Gavin and I usually have our late-night encounters.”

“Y-you fucked Peter?” Gavin stammered, confused. “What about Zack? I thought you wanted him back.”

“I changed my mind. I want to experience being single for a while. So, I told Zack he was free to go after Lisa, and I…” she leaned up, her lips inches from Gavin’s. “…am free to do whatever with whoever I want.”

“And what is it exactly that you want?” Gavin asked confidently. Either this was a dream or reality, but either way it seemed that it was about to get good.

“I want you to fuck me. I want…” She rose up suddenly and threw her leg over him, turning as she lifted herself to sit on his lap, the bulge in his boxers prodding at her mound between her legs through her clothes. “…Remember the night you saw Victoria and Kurt in the bedroom, how you ‘demonstrated’ what you saw. I want you to fuck me like that.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, despite himself, even as his hands slid down her sides to grasp her ass.

“What is it with guys trying not to have sex with me tonight?” She chuckled softly as she lowered her hands to his waist then slipped them up over his abdomen, pushing up his shirt at the same time.

“I’m all for it, trust me,” Gavin replied, shifting slightly in his seat as his cock seemed to throb in his underwear, drawing attention to just how ‘all for it’ he was. “But you just seem upset from that call with your dad, and I don’t want you to do something that you regret. Cthulhu knows I’ve made enough mistakes myself to know.”

“He’s just pissed about Hannah running away, that he didn’t even know there was a problem.” She gestured for him to sit forward, allowing her to pull his t-shirt up over his head and toss it to one side. “Since he can’t control what happened, he wants to control me.”

“For what it’s worth, I think you did the right thing,” he replied, watching avidly as she leaned back on his lap and pulled her own top up over her head, her small bra-less breasts jiggling as they fell into view. “Must be hard though, to lose a daughter, so suddenly. He probably wants to keep what family he has close. I bet it was hard to hear it from the police and find out that you knew and didn’t tell them.”

Ashley’s head dropped, her blonde locks falling over her face to hide her eyes. “I was going to. Tomorrow, first thing, honestly…I just thought I had a little more time. I’ve spent the last few days focused on saving Lisa, figuring out how to outsmart Hannah, and now it was done…I just wanted a few hours where I didn’t have to think about it. Pretend for a few hours that it had never happened, that everything was normal…because nothing is ever going to be normal again.”

“I know. I was quite young when my dad was killed. I barely even remember him as a person, except from what my mum tells me, and pictures I’ve seen. But I have this vague sense of everything changing, of confusion, that the world seemed to become very big very quickly. That’s really the only memory I have from that time; a feeling,” His pensive frown turned into a sad smile, looking up to see Ashley’s raised face, her eyes wide and wet and staring back like she only then realized who she was talking to. “But life goes on. We adjust and adapt, and normal comes to mean something different.”

“Gavin,” she said, sitting back, fully, on his lap, on to find his cock, still hard, push against her bottoms, trying to tear its way through. “I’ve never heard you talk about your dad before.”

He shrugged, gripping Ashley’s hips and shifting her on his lap, so that his cock wasn’t quite so painfully trapped. “Like I said, I don’t remember much about him really. Maybe I missed out on that father-son bond, but if I did, I never felt it. My mum stepped up into the role of both parents, so I can honestly say I’ve never wanted for anything. She’s been my main concern over the last 13 years.”

“That’s nice. Though, it feels weird to elicit sex from you now,” Ashley chuckled, lifting herself up to move off his lap, but feeling the tip of his tented boxers slide up her thigh. “How can you still be hard after talking about all this deep shit?”

Gavin laughed along with her. “I came out here looking for sex, just like you, and now there’s a hot, topless cheerleader grinding herself on my lap.”

Ashley’s mouth dropped and she slapped his bare chest. “I am not grinding.” Though after she said that, she did begin to softly roll her hips against the head of his clothed cock.

“Well, there’s no way this is going down unless we fuck, but I feel a lot better about it now that you’re not quite so upset,” he teased her as he sat up, bringing one hand around from her ass and pushing it beneath the waistband of her bottoms, into her panties, feeling instantly her wetness on his fingers. “Are you telling me that you aren’t still aroused?”

“Fuuuck, yes,” she said, as tremors spiked from the contact of his masculine hand on her lower lips. “Yes, I want you inside me.”

“Then take them off,” he ordered, he breathed against her jawline.

Biting her lip in a half smirk, Ashley hopped off Gavin’s lap, and stood in front of him. For the second time tonight, she pushed her hands into the elastic of her bottoms and pushed them downwards. She turned, facing away from Gavin and bending over slightly to give him a magnificent view of her panty covered ass as her bottoms were tugged down over the curve of her ass and onto her thighs. Reaching up again, she took hold of her panties, inching them down over her cheeks, tempting and enticing Gavin until her whole ass was exposed, her winking asshole, and glistening, twitching pussy bared before his eyes.

She finished undressing, kicking off the clothes and turned to see Gavin, also completely naked, having discarded his underwear without her noticing. His cock jutted out between his legs, hard and stiff, just as eager to fill her as she was to be filled. He rose up out of his seat almost as soon as she had turned to face him, one arm immediately wrapping around her waist, while the other went to her bare thigh, feeling the hot flesh in his palm. She threw her arms around his neck, and jumped slightly, helping him lift her off the ground.

His cock slipped down between them as she rose up, both of his hands now moving to hold her ass. She was surprisingly light, and he was stronger than he looked, so he found it quite comfortable and easy to line up her body to his cock. She gasped when her silky, wet lips touched his tip, the breath becoming a moan as he pushed forward with his hips at the same time that he pulled her closer, sheathing himself inside her, right to the hilt, in one firm thrust.

“Ooooh, fuuuuck, yes, this feels soooo goooood,” Ashley moaned hard just from the penetration alone, her aroused cry only deepening as Gavin began to move his hips, sawing back and forth with his cock, using his grip on her body to pump her along her length. There was very little Ashley could do, except to enjoy his complete control over her, to fuck her as fast and hard as he liked.

And fuck her fast and hard he did. He was so horny and stiff that he didn’t have the patience to start slow. But he could tell by Ashley’s wetness coating his shaft that she didn’t need any build up either. She was just wanting as he was, her cries of pleasure matching his grunts as he thrust himself full into her while pulling her hard against him, the lewd smacking of their bodies drowning them both out. Neither cared how loud they were being, wholly focused on the pleasure their bodies could give the other.

He continued to bounce her on his cock, his grasp on her ass lifting and dropping her whole body on his length. Her walls twitched around him, squeezing his cock, as the repeated motion of being impaled on his dick, right to the root, sent ever growing, ever stronger, bursts of pleasure surging throughout her body. Gavin felt it too, his balls churning with a new load, even though Ashley had sucked him off only hours earlier. Recent days had left him with an expectation, bordering on need, to empty his balls once a night, right about this time.

“Shit, Ashley…you’re so tight…it feels so good wrapped around my cock…” Gavin gasped, closing his eyes as he thrust up into her. “I…I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”

“Just…just a bit more,” she pleaded, panting for breath. “I’m almost there too. Yes, keep fucking me, just like that.”

Using every ounce of energy in his body, he fucked her furiously, driving her towards her orgasm, while trying to stave off his own. She felt like a rag doll, his hands moving her hips for her, slamming her pussy down on his cock, using her, not for his own pleasure though, but to push her over the edge. And it worked, within minutes the young blonde’s fledgling orgasm erupted into full climax, her hot, wet pussy clamping down hard on his member deep inside her.

“Yes, Gavin, fucking make me cum, yes, I’m gonna cum, yes, Gavin, yes, I’M CUMMING,” she half-screamed, her eyes rolling back, her mouth rambling as she lost her mind to pleasure, Gavin feeling her muscles convulsing in his hands. “I’M CUMMING, YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM SO HARD, FUCK YES, GAVIN, I’M CUMMING.”

The brown-haired teen briefly considered where he should shoot his load himself. But Ashley’s loud moans, coupled with her pussy’s tight grip on his shaft left him unable to hold back. Even as he moved to pull out, his cock erupted, flooding her insides with his seed. If anyone had wondered in at that moment, they would have seen the pair cumming together right in the middle of the living room, and neither would have stopped. Still pulling back, Gavin’s cock popped out and slid up over her mound, shooting his last few ropes of cum over her stomach.

Drained and exhausted, his cock finally softening now that he’d fucked something, Gavin fell back onto the sofa, finally releasing his hold on Ashley’s ass, allowing her to roll off, on to the cushion beside him. She smiled happily, as she breathed heavily, trying to catch her breath, her eyes turning to Gavin and watching his chest rapidly rise and fall as he did the same.

“Phew. I think that did it. I might finally be able to sleep now,” she laughed and placed a hand on her stomach, feeling the sticky white substance there. “Ugh, looks like I’ve got some cleaning up to do first though.” She slid her hand lower, between her legs where she felt his seed leak out over her fingers. “Shit, yeah, I better go before we end up on sofa cleaning duty tomorrow again.” She leaned over and kissed Gavin on the cheek. “Thanks again.”

She hopped up and grabbed her clothes, dashing off as some of his cum already began to drip down her thigh. He watched her go, then thought about getting to bed himself. He felt contented and, just as Ashley said, ready to rest properly now. But he didn’t move. Just another minute, he told himself, just to gather up his strength again. He wondered how he was going to cope when he returned home, when he did have sexy blondes and hot red-heads around for sex practically on tap. What would he do to get to sleep then? And as he thought about sleep, his eyes felt heavy. He let them close, thinking ‘just another minute’.