Take it Easy - Chapter Six: Much Ado About Nothing - Sex Stories

Take it Easy - Chapter Six: Much Ado About Nothing

... me. "Nice to know I still have that effect on you." "What's that supposed to mean?" I was bewildered. I knew it was an inappropriate time for an erection, but this seemed uncalled for. "From what I hear, you're more into college girls now." She mumbled, seemingly regretting each word as it came out of her mouth. "Oh." I sighed. "You've heard about that, have you?" Ashton was rapidly turning from calm to pissed. "Yes, I have, and I don't know why you wouldn't share that with me, of all people." She said angrily, sitting up now and pulling away from me. "Are we only allowed to talk while we're having sex, or something? Because I thought I mattered more to you than that." "You do!" I growled. "You know that; don't pretend like you don't. There's a good reason why I haven't told anyone anything about her." "Oh, yeah? And what's that?" She shot back. "I... She-" I stopped, unsure of how to proceed. Ashton took this as me not wanting to tell her and tears welled in her reddened eyes again. "Fine, don't tell me. We can talk again when you decide if you want to continue being friends with me." She stormed off. "Ash!" I called, springing out of the bed to go after her. "Wait!" I grabbed her shoulder to try to stop her. "Leave me alone, Aaron!" She shouted, tears now streaming freely down her face as she twisted to throw my hand off of her. "Damn it!" I slammed my fist down on the dresser, watching her storm off and drive away. I needed to let off some steam; I grabbed my MMA gloves ...

... and went down to the basement, where we have our workout equipment. I wrapped my hands and ankles with athletic tape and went to work on my punching bag. Despite it having a 300-pound base, I knocked it over several times, which was a testament to my anger. After I finished my workout, ate, and showered, I didn't know what to do. I couldn't go to Emily; there was no way to explain the situation to her without her finding out about my more-than-a-friendship with Ashton. Before I left the house to go for a walk, I sent Ashton a text. I realized that the reason I didn't know what to do was that I usually came to her when I was having problems; she didn't always solve them, but she always made me feel better about myself. Me: hey, you're right. I'm sorry. I'll tell you everything, whenever you're ready. Eventually, I wound up at the park near our house. I ambled over to our favorite picnic table, the relatively secluded one near the large pond, hidden by some oak trees. My family used to go here all the time. My dad would bring his guitar and play songs for my mom, but Nicole and I would listen in. Afterward, he and I would play catch or soccer or whatever until mom made us stop for dinner. Those are some of my favorite memories, made even more special by the fact that I was having trouble remembering most of my other memories involving my father. Whenever I felt that I needed guidance, I would come here. Although my dad obviously couldn't speak to me and give me advice, this was ...