One Hot Night

God, I want her.

The boy thought watching as the object of his obsession laughed and talked with her friends across the grassy circle.

"Come on, Asher." His friend said pulling Asher up to stand beside him. "Coach says five miles."

Asher groaned aloud. It was times like these when he wondered why he had ever joined the cross country team. The girl of his dreams, Heather, was not on the team she was a regular track member so they never got a chance to work out together. It was only now when the entire school track team was together for stretching that he got to see her.

She was leaning over her dark brown hair fell over her shoulder as she stretched. Damn, he was being a pussy. He should just go talk to her, what could it hurt? Only his pride.

With a sigh he turned away from her and began to run alongside his friend.

A few months later.

Fucking prom, Asher groaned. Once again he had pussied out and taken another girl. Oh, he supposed that he wasn't a total dork with black hair that was always a bit on the long side and green eyes. This girl Amy had snapped him up fast enough. But he looked with longing eyes at the one girl he really wanted to be with. She was in this sexy red dress that had these double slits which revealed her sexy legs and, oh christ, he saw a glimpse of her lace topped thigh highs. Fuck, to be the one with his arms around her, to have her undivided attention the whole night. He couldn't imagine how it would be.

Heather had arrived with a date a short guy who looked ridiculous next to her. She was so pretty posing for the pictures with her hair done up in curls and pulled back from her face. What surprised and secretly pleased him was that her date showed little interest in her and she went to hang out with her friends. Once her friend, Kara was it?, was pulling her along by the hand and they both passed by him rather quickly but Heather had seen him standing by his date and she had smiled softly in recognition.


He had that to live on for the next year.

The end of senior year. Strange that the only thing that pained him was not the friendships he would be leaving behind but the one girl that he never had the balls to ask out. Well shit, it was June now and he decided to make one last ditch effort. Composing a note he slipped it into her track bag when they were at their last meet. He waited nervously watching her from afar waiting to see when she would read his note.

Finally the moment came when she reached into her bag when they were on the bus. He sat behind her on the opposite side of the bus to make sure he could see her. Heather's brown eyes widened in surprise as she pulled out the piece of paper. A smile lit up her face as she read the note. Asher drank in the sight of her. Heather placed the note back into her bag.

What a joke, Heather thought a little sadly. This had to be a joke. No one ever looked at her she was too plain. Brown hair, brown eyes, ordinary features and an ordinary body. Maybe one of her friends had done this as a little senior prank. But there lay a hint of doubt in Heather's mind. The note sounded so sincere.

Heather,

I just wanted to tell you how much I like you. How much I admire you from afar. I guess you think that I'm a dork for not telling you in person but what can I say? I really like you and I just wanted you to know.

There was no name on it. So who the hell was this from?

Graduation day. When Asher saw Heather walk across the stage wearing a gold tassle about her neck to prove how smart she was he'd never felt prouder. Yet he was sad too as he watched her being hussled away from the stage and then she was gone. He knew then that he had lost his chance.

Four years later.

"Shit, it's hot." Heather said aloud to herself. Home from college after graduation Heather was back with her family for the summer. Some things never change. Like these hot summer nights. Nothing took the heat away. Her parents' house didn't have air conditioning and her car didn't have it either so Heather unable to sleep had done the next best thing.

Cruising the highway at midnight with her windows rolled down and the T-tops off going no less than eighty Heather began to feel a bit of relief. Her thin cotton Victoria's Secret Lingere top was sticking to her chest and shoulders. Thank god she had the foresight to wear her short sleep shorts instead of the coordinating pants that went with the top.

Nothing could ruin her good mood now that she was feeling a little cooler.

"Oh, SHIT!" Heather saw the familiar red and blue lights flashing behind her car. She was busted for sure. Fucking cops, she thought pulling over to the right.

Nervously Heather fumbled for her purse pulling out her license and registration. She'd never got a ticket before. There was a first time for everything she thought morosely.

The cop shot a bright beam of light into her face from his flashlight, blinding her. There was a silent moment before the cop cleared his throat and asked for her shit.

He took it in his large scarred hands flashing the light over her license. Well fuck me, if it wasn't his little obsession Heather in the flesh.

My, my she had certainly changed, Asher shone the flashlight on her again. What the hell was she doing driving so fast, and wearing so little he noticed.

"Excuse me ma'm, do you realize how fast you were going?" He tried to pull his best cop voice on her while trying not to notice the way her breasts swelled against the cotton of her tank top. Her skin shone with a sheen of sweat that he wanted desperately to lick off.

Heather sighed, may as well tell the truth. "Officer, it was so hot at my house and my car has no AC so I thought to go on a drive with the windows down. I guess it felt so good the faster I went that I began to speed." Heather couldn't make out his features in the dark to see if he would let her go or not.

"Well now, Heather, that's very understandable." Then a sudden idea came into Asher's head. He'd lusted after Heather for so long in high school and he'd tried to put her out of his mind with other women and work. Yet none of those things worked. His obsession stubbornly refused to leave him. Now that he saw her again all grown up with those same lovely eyes and full lips, the same silky brown hair. Sudden lust coursed through his veins. There was only one way to stop dreaming of her and that was to have her. "LIsten, why don't you step out of the car and come with me?"

Hesitantly Heather got out of the car. "Am I under arrest?"

He shook his head. "Look, why don't I take you for a little spin in my car until you get cooled off and then I'll let you off. No ticket, I promise."

"I shouldn't really..." Heather started to inch back into her car when she saw him wordlessly pull out his ticket book. "Ok, ok."

"Good." He clicked off his flashlight and grabbed her elbow leading her into his car opening the door for her.

Heather sat nervously perched on the edge of the vinyl seat it was then in the interior light from the open car door that she saw the cop. He was absolutely to die for. He had longish black hair and a powerful body that his blue suit hugged to perfection. When he got in the seat he turned to look at her. God, he has the most gorgeous green eyes, in fact they were kind of familiar. "Do I know you?" Heather whispered softly.

The cop shut the door. Her voice all smooth and sexy when she whispered sent tingles up and down his spine. No woman had ever given him tingles before.

Asher started the car and rolling down both windows he began to drive going over the speed limit. As the cooling gusts of wind hit her perspiring skin Heather began to loosen up and she stuck her arm out the window trying to catch the wind.

After a few minutes of silence Asher spoke. "So what have you been doing these past four years, Heather?"

Heather whipped around to face him. "Don't tell me. I know I know you. Oh my god, Asher?"

"I guess you got me." He said softly.

"Holy shit. How great to see you. I just went to college but you, you're a cop. I never would have thought..." Heather shut up aware that she was babbling.

"It's good to see you too." His green eyes flicked over her briefly.

Heather felt cold now despite the heat. Asher, my god how time had changed him from the skinny runner that he was in high school to the sexy model he was now. If she were honest with herself Heather would admit that she had a thing for Asher back in high school but he was always with someone else and she never had any balls to say hi to him. But now, what a small world. Shame he had to catch her in her underwear and looking scruffy. Oh well, he was probably married or had a girlfriend.

Heather became slightly alarmed when Asher pulled off onto an unfamiliar exit. "Where are we going?" Heather asked trying to leave the worried note out of her voice.

He was quiet for a while longer until they pulled up in front of a house. Asher got out of the car and came around pulling Heather out of the car. Instantly Heather tried to bolt. Friend or not she knew what was going to happen if Asher got her into that house. But Heather quickly found out that Asher had never given up running for he caught her easily clamping his hand over her mouth dragging her back into the dark confines of the house.

He lifted her up bodily when she began to struggle kicking the door shut behind him leading her back to his bedroom. He threw her onto the bed turning quickly to lock the door. Heather stared at him with wide eyes as he clicked on the light. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Asher only smiled beginning to unbutton his dress shirt and remove his pants.

Heather slipped over the side of the bed running to the door twisting the knob. Asher caught her shocking her with the feel of his hot firm flesh against hers. He pulled her back to the bed laying down atop her between her legs.

Heather began to scream. Asher put his hand over her mouth which she bit but he still held on. Tears began to fall down Heather's cheeks Asher dropped his lips to taste her salty tears.

"God, Heather, do you know why I'm doing this to you?" Asher whispered softly trailing his lips over her smooth cheek.

Heather trembled beneath his touch.

"You've tortured me since high school. I tried to get rid of you but I can't. This is the only way I know to exorcise you from me."

With his hand still over her mouth he began to kiss her throat going lower to taste the flesh of her upper breasts.

"I'm going to remove my hand. You won't scream will you, Heather?" She shook her head. Slowly he released his hand. Heather quivered as his large warm hands moved down her torso to grab her tank top pulling it over her head.

"Asher," She whispered. He looked up piercing her with his green eyes. His hot breath made her nipples hard. "Please no," His mouth came onto her flesh and Heather writhed below him in a mixture of ecstasy and fear her hands in his thick black hair.

He did the same to her other breast then took his hot mouth lower where he stripped her shorts and panties off. He spread her legs wider staring at her shaved cunt feeling her sexy strong legs wrap about his waist. Asher lazily trailed his fingers over the sensitive mound hearing Heather gasp. "How many men have loved you, Heather? How many men have been where I am now?" Her moist tender flesh parted under his fingers as he caressed her.

"None." Came the surprising statement.

Her one word cleared a bit of the swirling fog in Asher's brain. "You've never had a man before?"

"No."

Asher smiled broadly displaying his straight white teeth before he sank down to sample the taste of her flesh.

Amidst the moans and sighs from the two of them the one thought that ran in Asher's mind was that she was his now. An archaic, macho thought but one that pleased him overly much.

Heather couldn't believe this was happening that she was allowing this to happen. But what Asher was doing to her with his mouth was pure heaven, she had already cum twice.

He moved up over her like a snake and Heather placed her hands on either side of his face. To be fucked by her high school crush turned supermodel, this night could have been worse. Asher gently began to ease inside her. She was extraordinarily tight, too good to be true. When he was fully inside her he paused to look into her brown eyes. Her pupils were dilated with pleasure. "I want you." Came her sexy whisper.

Asher tried to go slow to prolong the moment but when he felt her answer his hard strokes with her own passion he was lost. His thrusts increased in fury and strength until all he could feel was her tight softness and hear her cry out his name.

In the end he lay on top of her still deep inside her, his head on her chest. Heather's hands stroked his black hair. Maybe he should say he was sorry, he thought, but he wasn't not when he had just had the best sex of his life. "Are you ok? Did I hurt you?"

"No." Heather's hands drifted down his back stroking the hard planes of muscle.

"I wanted you like this in high school." He admitted.

"I wanted you too." Came the stunning revelation.

Asher looked up into her eyes. "Really?"

Heather nodded. "Once I got this anonymous letter in my senior year and I had hoped that it was from you. Kind of silly huh?"

"It was from me." Asher answered quietly.

"Why didn't you sign it? We could have been together long before this."

"I guess it doesn't matter. You're right here with me now." He kissed her breast.

"This is the consequence of driving one hot night." Heather laughed softly.

"I thought I could get rid of you by having you one night."

"And,"

"I'm still in love with you."

Silence hung about the lovers for one moment. Enough to make Asher squirm and wonder whether he had done the right thing.

"I'm in love with you too."