No Rules, Part 6 - Sex Stories

No Rules, Part 6

... it?” “Uh huh.” “Well I know Jarrad would love it.” “That hard thing you got there...” Ashley slipped her hand between them. “... says you'd like it too.” “Yeah, but sometimes, like this afternoon in that shirt, well... I kind of like it when you tease my friends, and especially Jarrad, but I still worry it might go too far.” She rubbed the front of Brad's jeans. “So if you think I'm going too far – you just stop me.” Brad looked down at Ashley's bare tits. He pinched her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. “For whatever it's worth,” he said, “I hope you talk your dad into letting you go.” “Me too,” Ashley said, pushing Brad away. “Now get out of here and let me dress. They'll be home any minute now.” *** “Not a good idea,” Morgan Adams said, throwing a wet blanket on his daughter's request. “Spending several days at a remote cabin with two guys is not the kind of thing you need to be doing. Not at any age, and especially not at eighteen. No, no way. You're not going.” “But Daddy,” Ashley pleaded. Mr. Adams snapped the newspaper he was reading, then folded it open to the editorial page. “No buts,” he said. “You're not going.” “Morgan,” Mrs. Adams argued, “I heard the kids talking about it - separate bedrooms, a couple of bathrooms - no different than when the kids are home alone here.” Oh boy has she got that wrong , thought Ashley. “But with Jarrad along -” Mr. Adams countered. “He's stayed here when we've been gone. It's no different.” Well maybe just a ...

... little , Ashley said to herself. “Well Mrs. Adams, what would you do if she was your daughter? Would you let her go?” Ashley looked toward her stepmother, her eyes pleading for support. Oh please, oh please, oh please. “Yes, I'd let her go. She's old enough to be making her own decisions.” Mr. Adams put down his paper and removed his reading glasses. He looked directly at Ashley. “I know she's not really your mother, but she is really my wife. She thinks it's okay, so I guess it'll have to be okay with me too,” he said sternly, “you can go if you must, but I still wish you wouldn't.” “Oh, thank you Daddy. And please don't worry. I can take care of myself.” I think. “Well, I hope so. I do love you sweetheart.” “And I love you too, Daddy.” Mrs. Adams got up and went toward the kitchen. She stopped in the doorway and signaled for Ashley to follow her. In the kitchen, Mrs. Adams asked her stepdaughter, “You sure you're going to be okay?” “Uh huh,” Ashley nodded. At least I think so . “I know one of them is my son, but you're still dealing with two teenage boys who have certain things in mind for girls like you,” especially ones that look like you do . “Four days and three nights with two horny teenage boys in a one-room cabin -” “One room cabin?” Ashley interrupted, "but uh -” “I overheard you and Brad talking.” “But that's not what you said to Daddy.” “You do want to go don't you?” “Yeah,” Ashley hesitated, " at least I think so.” “You are at least a little worried about what you ...