Ashley and I were on the front porch,

sipping wine and watching the fireflies flit around the night sky.

I was sitting in between her legs while she rubbed my shoulders and played with my hair.

On the surface, it looked so cozy, but secretly I was throbbing between my legs.

We'd spent the afternoon teasing each other, and now all of those feelings were boiling over. Okay, up, said Ashley suddenly.

She was already standing, reaching down for me. Let's go inside. I followed her into the house,

my heart pounding as we headed for the stairs. I thought about earlier that day,

the make-out session in the kitchen, in Ashley's hands sliding across the front of my panties

as I washed dishes. I wanted more. In our room, she stood next to the bed and lifted her chin.

She looked so striking like this in the dim light, her blue eyes intensely staring into mine.

Undress me, Annie. Go slowly. And when you're done, wait for your next command. The tone in her voice made my heart pick up its pace. I stepped closer and first pulled up the bottom of her shirt. I did it slowly as she had ordered and peeled it up over her

slender torso. When it was tossed aside, I moved my hands to her form-fitting brawlet

and removed it from her breasts as slowly as I could.

Ashley's pale pink nipples came into sight, hard and pointed. I wanted to snake my tongue

over each one, but I forced myself to focus.

Ashley had simply said to undress her, not to tease her nipples.

My hands moved down to her jeans next.

I was just about to unbutton them, when Ashley stuck out her hand, clasped it around the back of my neck, and pulled me in for a deep kiss.

Her dung forced its way past my lips, slipping and sliding against my own.

When the moment was over, Ashley kept her hand on my neck, and I looked weakly up at her face.

Slower, she said. I swallowed hard, nodding my understanding. My legs were weak like putty.

On your knees for this part.

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