Self-Control

Ashley placed her hands on to Gavin’s bare chest, feeling his warm, flesh against her small, clammy hands. He wasn’t as muscled or toned as Kurt, or board and athletic like Brandon, nor did it give her butterflies in her stomach like when she touched Zack, but this simple skin to skin contact did send a tingle through her body, from her fingertips to her spine. She felt her pussy flush, leaking more of her precious inner liquid over Gavin’s cock which was rubbing against her lips. She could feel the heated shaft against the sides of her thighs, burning against her body like his chest was against her hands. His heart was beating, rapidly, desperately against her palm. Licking her lips, she swallowed hard and gently pushed him away.

It took all of her will power to do so and she only managed to make him step back, but it was enough to disengage his dick from between her legs and give her a moment to think. Panting, her breathing ragged, she said, “Gavin, I know you’re going through a tough time, that you’re torn up about Victoria and you can’t sleep, but trust me, this isn’t the way to solve the problem. You don’t want to do this.”

“I don’t want to, but what else can I do?” He indicated towards his erect cock, taking it in his hand and making a demonstration of how stiff and rigid it had become in his lust and arousal. “I’m just so horny. I need some kind of release.”

“I get that, I mean, I can fucking see it. And I’m in the same boat,” Ashley sympathised, her fingers idly rubbing against his sternum. “It’s taking everything I’ve got not to jump aboard and let you stick that hard dick inside me…” She paused to exhale, saying the words ‘hard dick’ having caused her mind to momentarily blank. “…b-but, we have to exercise some self-control unless we want to keep making the same mistakes over and over.”

“I know, I know, you’re right,” Gavin sat down, hunched over with his elbows on his knees again and his head in his hands, but Ashley couldn’t take her eyes off his cock, still pointing rigidly out from between his legs. “I’m such a fucking joke. I couldn’t even go one day without trying to fuck someone.”

“It’s alright, Gavin, don’t be too…hard…on yourself…” She breathed out raggedly as the word ‘hard’ passed from her lips, still staring down at his cock as she took a step closer to him, extending a hand and placing it consolingly on his shoulder, feeling the same heat from his skin radiating into her palm. “You’re a young man, full of hormones, in a cabin full of girls. You just started having sex this week and you just started experimenting with different girls. It’s not surprising that you might lose control a little.”

“You think?” He sniffled from behind his hands.

“Of course. Hell, it happened to me, and I’ve had more experience with sex than you. I was with Brandon for years and I still couldn’t help myself when it came to Zack, or when I accidentally rode Kurt, or gave you a handjob, or got naked during that party game last night and ended up with you…fucking…me…” A breathy half moan escaped from Ashley’s lips as she replayed her most memorable sexual encounters of the past week over in her head and felt an intense heat flood her body, like her veins were pumping literal molten lava. She shivered and cleared her throat, continuing, “It can happen to all of us. And regaining control isn’t an easy process.”

“I don’t know if I can,” he whispered, still not looking at her.

“I know you can,” Ashley insisted, rubbing his shoulder encouragingly. “You’re a good guy Gavin. You wouldn’t be Zack’s best friend if you weren’t. You just have to take it one day at a time and take the small victories where you can find them. Take tonight, for instance. At least, we were able to stop.”

“Yes,” He agreed, despondent. “At least we stopped.”

“Gavin?” She called softly. “Everything is going to be alright. Trust me. You just need some rest.”

“But I’m still hard,” he protested, his cock flexing as if in response to being mentioned aloud. “And there’s nothing I can do. I already took a cold shower and it didn’t help.”

“I know,” she admitted, thinking of her own body and her own arousal, and how she actually intended to go rub herself off in the bathroom, rather than actually taking a cold shower. “I…”

Gavin abruptly lunged forward, embracing Ashley’s lower body tightly. She gasped at the sudden contact, at the rapid movement as Gavin hugged her legs, wrapping his arms around them, his forearms reaching up along the back of her thighs. His hands clung to the small of her spine, the heel of his palms just resting against her firm, toned ass cheeks. His head nuzzled against her flat, hard stomach, his brown hair tickling her navel. With his face turned inwards, she could feel his distraught breaths as they blew past her mound, shuddering as she felt it upon her clit and lips, realising with horror that her panties were still pulled to the side. Just a little lower and Gavin would have been able to place his mouth directly upon her glistening pussy.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Ashley,” he plead, almost weeping against her body. “All you’ve done is shown me kindness and understanding, and what do I do? Almost wreck your relationship with Zack.” He turned his head, chin resting against the top of her pelvis as he looked up at her with sad, brown eyes, like a lost little puppy. “I’m so sorry. I’m just so horny, I didn’t know what else to do. Nothing felt as good as when I was inside you in the bedroom, and I was so close…”

“Gavin…” She whispered, smiling gently as she brought a hand up from his shoulder and tenderly stroked his hair while her other hand went to the opposite side of his face, soothingly caressing his cheek.

She was trying to calm him, but it was pointless if she couldn’t also calm herself, and hearing his need, she almost felt compelled to offer herself to him. Or at least just push his mouth down on to her pussy. The sheer nearness of it was sending joyous ripples throughout her body. But she had just given him a whole spiel about self-control, and it would be the height of hypocrisy to throw that out and indulge herself in the pleasure of his tongue and cock. Did her body even care if she was a hypocrite? Or was the idea of self-control just wishful thinking?