No Rules, Part 5 - Sex Stories

No Rules, Part 5

... not wanting to appear too easy, but also wanting to get to know 'Nick' better. She smiled. “Why don't you sit down. Maybe we'll figure it out.” Nick sat. He took a sip of his coke. “Does Nick have a last name,” she asked. “Cramer, Nick Cramer.” He took a bite of pizza and with his mouth still full, asked, “And you are?” “Ashley Adams. Mean anything to you? Yours sure doesn't ring any bells with me.” “No, and you live here?” “Right, all my life.” “You go to State?” “Nooo... why do you ask?” “I go there, photo tech., senior, well not quite but I will be in the fall. I was thinking you might be a student there too.” “Uh nooo...” Again Ashley dragged out the 'no'. It was beginning to register. State, o h shit yes. Exit Inn. He was the one watching me and George. Ashley's face turned red as she remembered how she was behaving that night. “You, uh, ever go to the Exit Inn?” she asked cautiously. “Oh yeah.” Nick's eyes lit up. “I remember now.” Jesus, do I remember. Like who could forget him playing with her ass and her letting him and those shorts pushed up and her panties showing and god he had to be fingering her and she had to know I was watching. M y god they were so close I could damn near smell her pussy. Ashley could tell by the way Nick's eyes were wandering that he was remembering. Ashley remembered it too. She turned almost beet red. “I guess I was misbehaving a little that night.” She moved her head from side to side as she thought, I can't believe what I did... worse ...

... I can't believe I'm sitting here talking to the guy I was putting on the show for. Misbehaving a little ? “Don't let it worry you. See a lot of stuff like that during the school year.” Don't I wish. Ashley was still red-faced. “It's nice of you to say that.” She glanced at the clock-tower in the middle of the mall. “I've really got to be going, it's almost four.” She closed her book and dropped it into her purse. “Well don't leave without giving me your phone number.” “Huh, oh yeah.” That's pretty bold... but I woulda been pissed if he hadn't asked. Ashley reached in her purse and pulled out her cellphone. “Give me your cell number,” she said. “I'll call ya. Then you'll have it.” She punched it in as Nick read it off to her. “Nick was it?” she confirmed. As Ashley punched his name in, Nick's phone rang. “Got it,” he said. “Ashley, right?” He looked in her direction, eyebrows raised. She nodded. He entered her name then dropped the phone into his shirt pocket. “Call me some time,” Ashley said as she got up from her chair. Now why'd I say that? I know what he's after. On the other hand, he is pretty good looking. You bet I'm going to call, Nick thought as Ashley walked toward the exit. He was staring at the backs of her legs. And it's not going to be long. Ashley's short skirt, kind of like a skater's skirt or tennis skirt, covered the curve of her ass, but not a lot more. At least two-thirds of her bare thighs were deliciously exposed. Nick licked his lips as she disappeared ...