No Rules, Part 5 - Sex Stories

No Rules, Part 5

... I was wearing when I met him at the mall and when he called for a date he asked me if I would wear it again.” “And of course you do like to have guys looking, but almost nothing panties too?” Ashley was still turned toward Brad. Their eyes were locked on one another. “I mean, how far were you expecting to go with this guy? Were you going to fuck him?” “Of course not, stupid.” “Then why?” “Uh well...” Ashley paused, searching Brad's eyes. “I uh thought we might play a little.” Brad wasn't sure he liked the answer. He knew now for sure that he was in love with his stepsister, but he didn't dare let on to Jarrad how jealous he was getting. “So uh...” He swallowed hard. “What was the problem then?” Ashley faced out the front and focused on the white dotted line being rapidly swallowed up by the truck. “He was just too aggressive. It was obvious what he expected to happen before the night was over.” Her voice rose a notch. “And when were dancing he had his hands under my skirt and all over my butt.” Her voice rose again. “Once... once... he even got his hand inside my panties.” Ashley had become quite excited. It was not clear whether her excitement was from anger or from the sexual arousal she might be feeling as she told the story. “And then he maneuvered me over to the side of the dance floor near the bar... with my back to the people sitting there... and I just know that those guys, his buddies probably, were watching him play with my ass!” Ashley sat back and closed her ...

... eyes. “Jesus Christ,” Jarrad exclaimed, no wonder you called us.” Brad jumped in, “And you hadn't done anything to suggest that was okay?” It was more a statement than a question. “Not really,” Ashley replied. “Unless, well maybe...” “Maybe what?” Brad asked. “Well, you know that time I was out with what's his name, that friend of yours that stayed at our house?” “You mean...” Brad silently mouthed, George . “Yeah right,” Ashley said, glancing quickly at Jarrad to make sure he hadn't figured out they were talking about someone he knew. “Well he brought me to the Exit Inn and when we were dancing, well I was wearing some real loose fitting shorts, and I coaxed him into pulling them way up, exposing a good bit of my ass cheeks, and his hands were all over my bare butt, and... and...” “And what?” Brad urged. Ashley spit it out. “Well we were putting on quite a show for the guy at the front table and...” “And?” Brad prompted again. “And well... that guy was Nick – the guy I was with tonight.” Brad sat stunned. Jarrad let out a long low whistle, then said, “Well, that sure does explain a lot. So this wasn't exactly a first date then?” “How well did you know him?” Brad asked. “Nick?” Ashley asked. “I didn't know him before the mall. Until then he was just some stranger that me and uh, what's his name, had been putting on a show for.” “Yeah, well I'm beginning to understand,” quipped Jarrad. “If that had been me watching ol' what's his name playing with that cute ass of yours, I'd be ...