Ashlee

As previously stated, I was not as "well-traveled" as some of my other friends at this stage in my life, so I had never actually seen a woman squirt before. To this day, some of the few male buddies I'm still in contact with have told me stories about their sexual exploits and admitted to either never seeing it happen, or seeing it in such a manner that it was truly nothing special. For me, that moment on Ashlee's bed was pure magic.

The raven-tressed hottie let out a piercing scream that had to be heard throughout the entire neighborhood as she practically sprayed the ceiling, the wall and the mirror behind me. Some of her love juice splashed against me in the initial blast, and when she fell onto her side while convulsing, she reached down with one hand and started vigorously rubbing herself...and let out another powerful burst that could've knocked me off the bed if it had made contact with me. I kind of wished it had because it was one of the most jaw-dropping scenes I had ever witnessed in my entire life...and remains so to this day.

I didn't even think about getting caught after Ashlee's siren call echoed throughout the room. I couldn't focus on the rest of the world since my attention was so fixated on the gushing goodness happening right before my very eyes. I couldn't believe that my tongue work had caused what was going on in front of me.

As the next few spurts from the young woman weakened a bit and only shot a few inches into the air before coming down on her bed, I could no longer hold back: I let Ashlee know what was about to happen by saying, "Oh, shit! Ashlee...I'm gonna cum!"

The dark-haired beauty was so caught up in her own wet orgasm that she could barely speak. She was trying to order me to come up to her side of the bed so I could cum on her face, but she struggled getting the words out.

I could tell that Ashlee was trying to straighten herself out after all the wriggling around she had done. I started making my way toward the other end of the bed on my knees as she moved her legs out of the way, but I only made it so far before I felt that familiar tingling that signified I only had about a second. From the young woman's right side by her midsection, I grasped onto my erect pole and began ferociously tugging at it as I aimed it at her breasts.

"Shower me in your hot cum!" Ashlee ordered me as she fingered the dripping hole between her legs. "I want your fucking cum on me, Marcus!"

I complied as I let out a howl and fired my first salvo. The first blast went clear over her body and almost overshot the bed. The next few spurts left lines of semen over her left breast and abdominal area, and by the time I was on my fifth shot, I had repositioned myself in order to fire up toward her face. When that happened, I was able to get a few shots up by her chin. The rest of it went as far as her soft bosoms. By the time I was about done, I stood up on my knees and grunted as I held my potent piece over her and let the last few droplets dangle onto her belly.

"Fuckin' right, Marcus!" Ashlee called out in delight as she ran a finger over her chin and collected what jism she could. She then licked it off the digit and delighted in the taste before saying, "That was the fucking HOTTEST I've ever felt in my entire life!" She laughed before adding, "I've had some GREAT masturbation sessions in my time, but until I met you...I've never even come close to feeling like a woman the way you've made me feel!"

I should've felt revitalized by her words, but instead, I came off as "that" guy. I didn't want to be a buzzkill, but now that the fun was over, my first thought went to the fact that we had been rather loud and had more than likely alerted her parents to the fact that something was going on that they should come down and check on. She was always so convinced that they would never butt into her business, but there was no way they wouldn't have realized what had just transpired in their basement. When I aired my grievances, she responded much as she had before and simply rolled her eyes.

"Don't be such a worrywart, Marcus," the raven-tressed stunner tried to calm my nerves as she continued to admire the cum I had launched onto her body. "They know I get a little wild when I watch my fighting events."

"Are they truly going to think that the scream you let out was over a couple of guys tussling around?" I asked since I was still apprehensive.

"Hey, you're killing the moment here, Marcus!" The vision of hotness retorted. "Do you ever want to blow a load of jizz on me again?"

I nodded since there wasn't a man alive who wouldn't want to.

"Then quit being such a kill-joy and listen to me," Ashlee said as she threw her legs over the side of her bed so she could get up. I assumed she was going to make her way to her bathroom to clean herself off, but I noticed her suddenly get a little wobbly. I was at her side faster than a bolt of lightning.

"Are you all right?" I quickly queried, concerned for her wellbeing. Our wet, naked bodies were up against one another.

"Whoa," the brown-eyed beauty said as she used me for support. Once she had her bearings, she glanced at me and smiled as she said, "I think my body was just a little woozy after having the best damn orgasm I've ever had! I was a little dizzy for a moment, but what we just did...that's never happened to me before!"

I gazed directly into her eyes with nothing but worry for her.

"Oh, stop!" Ashlee tried to convince me that she was all right since she could tell how worried I was for her. "I'm totally fine, Marcus! Like I said, I've never erupted like a fucking geyser before! I should've expected being a little muddleheaded when I got up!"

"I'd feel better if you let me walk you to the bathroom," I told her. If something untoward happened to her, I never would've forgiven myself.

"Well, for one, I have to go pee, so if you plan on watching me..."

"Just let me walk you in there and sit you on the toilet," I sternly told her. "Please?"

"Oh, piss. How can I turn down that puppy dog face? Come on, ya big lug. Whisk me away to the lavatory, why don't you?"

* * *

The next few times I hung out with Ashlee, I tried to keep things nonsexual since I was genuinely afraid for her safety. We played video games one weeknight, and on the next, we sat back and watched a movie. About ten minutes into the film, she reached over and started unbuckling my trousers, so I quickly sat up and tried to tell her I wasn't in the mood...even though that was the farthest thing from the truth.

Upon hearing my response, I received a look that appeared to be a combination of hurt and anger. "What?" She finally asked, almost offended by what I had said. "You don't want to have your cock sucked?"

Again, my policy about honesty came to the forefront as I responded, "Of course I do, Ashlee! But I'm just a little...I don't know! I'm a little worried!"

"About what?" The perturbed young woman asked as she sat up straight and tried to get to the crux of the problem. "What the hell are you worried about?" She was quiet for a few seconds before she thought the answer had finally dawned on her as her face lit up. "Wait just a minute! You're not still hung up about my parents coming down here and catching us in the act or something, are you? After last weekend, I would like to think that you know nothing short of a plane crashing into this basement is going to have them down here! They respect my privacy! How much more is it going to take..."

"It's not your parents, Ashlee!" I firmly told her. "I was just...I was worried about you!"

"Me?" The gothic babe asked as she pointed to herself. "Why the hell would you be worried about me?" Before I could so much as mumble a response, she went on, "The only thing you should be worried about is whether or not I'm receiving my daily dose of dick from Marcus Veovin...and may I remind you that I haven't had it in nearly four damn days!"

Putting her joking aside, I remained serious as I told her, "I've just been worried about you since that little incident in your room."

"What are you...? Oh my god, are you still going on about that? Marcus, I thought I told you I was just a little dizzy after that life-changing orgasm you helped me achieve! Haven't you ever jerked it so hard that you almost passed out?"

"Um...no."

"Well, maybe it's different for guys," Ashlee muttered as she looked away from me momentarily. "If anything, you should feel pretty proud that you had me reeling in such a way that I was on the cusp of passing out!"

"Ashlee, I don't think it's anything to joke about. I really care about you, and if I did something to cause you pain..."

"Well, you're causing me a little pain right now," the young woman cut me off. "I just want to pleasure you for a bit, but you're pretty much reverse cock-blocking me."

"Ashlee, I just want..."

"Let's just watch the movie, okay?" The brown-eyed beauty crossed her arms as she sat back on the couch and looked upset.

"Ashlee..."

"I've never seen this one before, Marcus. I don't want to miss anything."

I didn't even bother zipping back up as I listened to the frazzled female and we watched the movie in silence.

* * *

I wasn't sure if Ashlee even wanted to go to her winter formal, so I hadn't bothered asking her. I probably should have since most girls enjoyed such occasions, but the raven-tressed beauty wasn't "most girls." I was fairly certain she wouldn't even have fun picking out a dress for such an ordeal.

As it turned out, Ashlee's little band that she had been a part of was going to play a gig on the night of the formal in some other student's basement. A group of "outcasts" who had decided to not attend the dance were invited, and Ashlee was actually pretty stoked about playing.

I have to admit that I was a little surprised she even invited me to the performance. I was happy to go and show my support, but after our awkward movie night, I hadn't been expecting her to want to see much of me.

There was another girl who was also in her final year at Ashlee's school named Harley May. While Ashlee was considered part of the dark and brooding gothic crowd, Harley was somewhat of a wallflower and a nerd. When I say she was a nerd, I certainly don't mean that in a bad way: In my opinion, nerds are some of the coolest people in the world, and I would've certainly classified myself as one since I preferred games that required the mind over those that required the body. I've also always loved studying and learning things about literature, history and science that would make me look like a nerd to most people, but it never bothered me in the least.

Sorry to go off on that little tangent that probably seems completely unrelated, but Harley fell into the category I just described...and since she was also quite timid, she didn't get out a whole lot due to shyness. I'm pretty sure she could've had a ton of friends if she tried, but she just never put herself out there.

Anyway, the reason I bring Harley up is because I had known her since my early years in school. I had met her in a biology class, and we talked off and on every once in a while. We probably would've started hanging out had I not been under the impression that she probably wouldn't want to see me outside of school, but since I never realized it had anything to do with her shyness, I never bothered asking her.

During my final year of schooling, we started talking a little more again, and after I graduated, she actually called me in the middle of summer to wish me a happy birthday. Every once in a while, we would reconnect for a little bit, and the reason I brought all of this up to begin with was because she had called me and asked me - in the most sheepish voice imaginable - if I would want to attend the winter formal with her. She had called me at the beginning of winter, but I had kindly turned her down since things had been getting hot and heavy with Ashlee. It was one of the hardest things I had ever done because I felt bad doing it and could also tell she had summoned every ounce of her courage to ask me. I had almost considered asking Ashlee if she'd be offended in any way if I went with Harley as friends, but decided I didn't want to open that can of worms.

So, why did I bring all of this up? Well, Harley May ended up attending the little get-together at the house where Ashlee's band was playing. When she saw me through the sea of people gathered in the unfinished basement, I could tell that she was instantly embarrassed and was going to do her best to avoid me. I didn't want that, though, so I made the effort to wade through the mass of eighteen and nineteen year-olds to find her.

"Harley!" I called out when I was only a few people away from her. "Hey, Harley!"

She finally turned and acknowledged me. I could see that her face was flushed since her skin was so fair. She really was embarrassed to see me...but she had no need to be.

"Hey, Harley!" I greeted her in the kindest voice I could muster as the shouting of the teenagers around us practically drowned me out. "How have you been?"

"All right," the wallflower responded as she pushed some of her blonde locks over her right ear. She readjusted her dark rimmed eyeglasses and stared at the ground as she asked, "How about you, Marcus?"

"Oh, I can't complain," I told her as I tried to look in her beautiful blue eyes that bordered on turquoise. She was doing her best to avoid meeting my spheres as I went on, "I wasn't expecting to see you at a gathering like this. Are you having fun?"

She simply nodded while staring off to the side.

Harley May Finis was about five feet, two inches of silent beauty. She had long, straight blonde hair and fair skin. Her eyes were as bright as a clear afternoon sky, and like Ashlee, she had thin, pink lips. She was a petite young woman who carried herself by trying to avoid all contact with others. When I had seen her traversing the halls of our school in the past, she had always been the one who would clutch her books to her chest and walk with her head down. She was such a sweet girl...but was socially awkward. Her lack of friends probably made her intelligent beyond her years because she always had time to apply herself where others did not. I can't state enough that if she was able to overcome her chronic insecurities, the spectacled girl would easily be able to bring any man to his knees. That same shyness was probably why I was so surprised to see her at this particular get-together.

"How's school going for you this year?" I asked as I took a swig of my soda. Most of the other kids in the basement were enjoying cold beers, but I had never been one for alcohol. I could see that Harley also had a soda in her hands.

"Good," she gave me a one-word answer. I had a feeling this was going to become a theme, but I didn't mind.

I knew it wasn't exactly the time, but since the crowded basement allowed us to speak in relative privacy since everyone else was so caught up in their own conversations, I told the timid blonde, "Harley, I'm sorry about the dance. If I'm being perfectly honest with you, I really wanted to go, but I've kind of been seeing someone..."

"Ashlee?"

"Um, yeah. How'd you know?"

"She talks about you a lot at school," Harley told me. "I think she really likes you."

I felt my spirits uplifted a bit since Ashlee apparently liked me enough to tell people at the school about me.

"I'm sorry if I upset her at all by asking you," Harley suddenly apologized in a voice I barely heard. "She never mentioned anything about the dance, and I kind of figured it was my last chance to ever go to one of them with someone I...well, I shouldn't have asked. I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about," I told the wallflower as I tried my best to convince her that I actually would've really enjoyed spending the night with her if the stars had just aligned a little differently. "I can't emphasize how much I would've enjoyed going if things had played out in another way. I don't want you to think I was avoiding you since I'm here and not at the dance, but as you probably could've guessed, formal occasions aren't exactly Ashlee's scenes."

"No, I didn't think they were," Harley said with a smile. There was no denying that she had one of the prettiest smiles of any woman alive.

I glanced back over my shoulder and tried to spot the musical equipment that Ashlee and her friends had set up earlier. As I did so, I told Harley, "Ashlee's pretty excited to play tonight. Her and the other girls haven't done a whole lot lately with their music, so I was a little surprised when this gig popped up. I'm happy for her, though: I think she really needs this."

"Does her band have a name?" Harley innocently asked.

I shook my head. "No, they never decided on one. I tried to help her come up with a name one time, but..." I cut myself off since it didn't seem right to tell the wallflower that our brainstorming session had been cut short thanks to an abrupt make out session.

"Maybe they'll think of something after tonight if everyone likes them," Harley suggested.

"Yeah," I agreed, and then turned back to stare at her once more. I always felt so sorry for her when I looked at her since I knew she didn't have a whole lot of friends. I suddenly scratched the back of my head as I offered, "Harley, if you'd ever like to talk sometime or anything, we certainly can. Ashlee isn't the type of girl to get jealous of me for having other female friends. She wouldn't get mad if you and I hung out or anything."

The timid blonde answered with a nod.

I was about to say more, but the loud feedback of an unchecked microphone gained the attention of everyone gathered in the basement. Someone else I had known from my school days then came to say hi to me, and after greeting her, I turned back and saw that Harley had vanished. I did my best to locate her, but I felt that she was still just too embarrassed to be around the guy who had shot her down. It was something I still feel bad about to this day.

One of Ashlee's friends then spoke into the mic and tapped it a few times to check it out. When she spoke into it again, she asked how everyone was doing...and she did so by overutilizing some curse words. This, of course, seemed to ignite the teenagers and get them pumped up. It was kind of funny because even though I only had a year or two on most of them, I felt like an old man amongst a group of "partying hooligans."

Ashlee's friend - who was the lead vocalist for their group - continued to tell everyone gathered about the music they would be hearing for the next twenty to thirty minutes. She then told everyone to get into it and "rock along" with them. It occurred to me in that moment that if the adults of the house had been home and not out of town for the weekend, this shindig probably would've never transpired. Again, I was thinking like a crotchety old man.

I tried to make my way closer to where the band was set up so I could get a better view. Ashlee was the bassist for the group, and as expected, she looked super-hot in her black sports bra with a long-sleeved fishnet top over it. The sleeves had holes for her to put her thumbs through. She also had on one of the short, latex skirts she was so fond of, along with the typical thigh-high stockings and boots. She wore a spiked dog collar as well, and her makeup was dark to match the rest of her ensemble.

The music started up and was extremely loud...perhaps the old man in me speaking from my twenty year-old self. I'm sure it could be heard throughout the entire block, so I crossed my fingers that an annoyed neighbor didn't end up calling the local constabulary. The sensible part of me wanted to try getting Ashlee's attention to see if they could keep it down before everyone got in trouble, but my rational side knew that not only would that not be an option, but I couldn't stop the female quartet who had the floor from playing their hearts out. Besides, this was a moment Ashlee had been dreaming about for a long time. She may not have been playing on a grand stage in front of tens of thousands of screaming fans, but every group had to begin somewhere...and for her, this very well could've been it.