Take it Easy – Chapter Five: Heterochromia Iridum – part 1D

Take it Easy – Chapter Five: Heterochromia Iridum – part 1D

“Ok, put it in now.”

I lined up the head of my cock with her asshole and pushed it in, a little more slowly than I had done with my fingers.

She gasped and moaned as I inserted my cock inch-by-inch. Her ass was so tight that it’s really indescribable. When I got my cock all the way in, I flexed it a little and started thrusting.

Ashton was making more noise in the form of moans and gasps in just these first few minutes of anal sex than she had any other time we had sex. While I thrusted away from the back, Ashton had snaked her arm down to play with her pussy.

Within just a few minutes, both of us were about to cum. I could feel her pussy contracting through the thin membrane that separated it from her ass.

“Mmm! Fuck me in the ass, Aaron! Aaahhh!!!” She screamed in pleasure, bucking wildly in the throes of her climax.

“I’m gonna cum…” I warned her.

I pulled out quickly and jerked my dick until I came all over her back.

“Aaahhh… We definitely have to do that again.” I grinned.

“Mm.” Ashton mumbled through a faceful of sheets.

Both of us wiped ourselves off with the tissues by her bed and Ashton put away the lube. I laid down on the bed and she snuggled up to me, resting her head on my chest. I didn’t fall asleep, but went into a sort of meditative state for an uncertain amount of time. Ashton, on the other hand, conked out almost right away. After a while, I got up.

“Ash, we should get cleaned up before your parents come.”

“Yeah.” She rubbed her eyes sleepily.

I picked up our clothes, led her to the shower, and turned on the water. We cleaned each other off and then soaked in the warm spray for a while. Ashton kissed me softly, and we made out right there in her shower until we heard her parents come in.

“Shit!” She whispered. “They’re home early! I’ll get out first and distract them while you climb out the window.”

“Uhh… Sure…” I said, knowing that it would be difficult to get down from a second-story window without hurting myself.

Ashton got out of the shower and turned it off. While she was drying off, her mom knocked on the door.

“Ash, honey, are you ok?”

“Yeah, I was just tired, so I took a nap and a shower.”

“Okay. Dinner will be ready pretty soon.”

“Thanks, mom!” Ashton waited until her mom had left, then pulled aside the shower door and helped me out.

I scrambled to put on my clothes and then opened the window.

“Ok, go distract them now.” I ordered with one foot on the window sill. I had forgotten that there was a tree right next to that side of their house, so my escape would be easier.

Ashton gave me a quick hug and then ran downstairs to talk to her parents. Once I heard them engaging her in conversation, I climbed out the window and did my best to close it before jumping to the tree. I caught a thick branch and paused to see if I had been heard. The coast seemed to be clear, so I scampered down the tree and sprinted through the neighbors’ yard to my car.

When I sat down in the car, I remembered that Nicole had sent me a text, so I sent her one back.

Me: Ok. Remember: hugs, not drugs.

She replied almost immediately.

Nicole: OMG you’re annoying. I’m home with mom already.

Me: She’s not giving you drugs, is she? That woman is a bad influence on you, young lady.

Nicole: She says ‘shut the hell up and get your ass home. Love you.’

I grinned; only my mom could combine swearing, rudeness, and love into one short quote.

Friday afternoon came far too slowly; for most of the day, I bravely fought off boredom as I watched the clock inch closer to freedom-time. When the time finally came, I probably set a record-breaking time for men’s “100 meter dash-to-car”.

I grabbed Nicole, bodily stuffed her into the passenger seat, and sped home. Once we got there, I dumped my backpack on the floor in my room and switched on the Xbox. Mitch’s party didn’t start until around eight, so I had plenty of time to veg out.

Eventually, dinner came and went and it was time for me to go. I was almost in the car when I heard something surprising from my mom.

“Aaron, can you give Nicole a ride to this party? She’s ungrounded now.”

“What?”

“Can. You. Give. Her. A. Ride?” My mom all but spelled it out for me.

“But– she’s just a baby! And how the hell did she get ungrounded so quickly?!” I cried.

“I was invited to the party, so I’m coming, whether you like it or not.” Nicole flipped me off while our mom wasn’t looking.

“Fine, damn it.” I grumbled.

“Make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble. And behave yourselves; you know the drill.”

“Yes, mother.” We dutifully droned.

Our house is pretty close to the beach, so it was only a short drive. As we looked for a spot to park, I pointed out various instances of irresponsible teen behavior.

“None of that.” I gestured to a couple who looked like they were trying to perform tonsillectomies on each other with their tongues. How scandalous.

“Definitely none of that! Good heavens!” I exclaimed in fake shock as I saw what looked like a poorly-hidden blowjob behind some trees.

“I get it! No ‘irresponsible teen behavior’, as you always say!” Nicole had her face in her hands.

“You know me so well, Nicky!” I smiled sweetly at her.

Unfortunately for me, moments after we got out of the car, we were both handed beers.

“Hey, Nicole, is that Brittany?” I pointed off in the distance.

“Where?” She craned her neck to look.

I grabbed her beer and handed it to someone who had clearly already had too much to drink, but he took it anyway. Nicole glared at me.

“Thanks, man.” The drunk guy said with a goofy smile.

“No problem, dude!” I clapped him on the shoulder. He promptly fell face-first into the sand, to the enjoyment of everyone around him.

“I don’t need you to watch over me, Aaron.” Nicole was fuming.

“Au contraire, madamoiselle,” I affected a French accent, “zat is precisely what you need. Now, act responsibly or I shall have you drawn-and-quartered. Or grounded. You can pick.”

Nicole stormed off to find her friends. I began wandering aimlessly, greeting people as I went. I took a sip of my beer; it was some crappy cheap stuff, but at least it was cold. My upper lip curled in mild disgust as I continued wandering until I found the makings of a bonfire.

“Aaron! Glad you could make it, dude!” Mitche looked up at me from his spot near the pile of sticks that would become the fire.

“Hey, Mitch. Need some help with that?” I waved at the people gathered around Mitch, trying to help him get the fire going.

“Well, the wood won’t light.” He explained.

“I got this.” I assured him. I siezed a half-full vodka bottle from an intoxicated passerby, tore a strip from a tattered shirt that was laying on the sand, and soaked the strip in vodka.

“Might wanna stand back.” I mentioned as I grabbed the lighter.

Mitch’s eyes widened. “Everyone, back!” He yelled, scrambling to distance himself from me.

People slowly turned to see what the commotion was all about, and when they saw what I was holding, they, too backed away quickly. I took a quick swig from the bottle; it wasn’t bad, but, like the beer, not the best stuff. Then, I stuffed the strip of shirt halfway into the bottle and lit the end of it.

“Fire in the hole!” I yelled with a maniacal grin as I threw the bottle into the middle of the pile of sticks.

There was a huge “WHOOMPH!” as the dry wood lit up, soaked in flaming alcohol.

“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you start a fire.” I took a grand bow, grinning at the shocked faces looking back at me.

“Woohoo!” Mitch was the first to realize what had happened, running up to me and slapping me on the back enthusiastically. Soon he was joined in cheering by everyone else at the party, applauding my pyromania.

“Thank you, you’re far too kind. I’ll be here all year! Remember to tip your waitresses!” I bowed again, to much laughter and applause.

“That was badass, dude!” Mitch grinned wildly. “I mean, you did waste a shit-ton of vodka, but whatever!”

Once people started gathering around the fire, we all sat down on logs or in the sand, told stories, laughed, complained about our teachers, and just had a good time in general. Someone had brought a giant speaker, so music filled the night air. I was talking to a group of close friends when I heard my name.

“… no, Aaron can do it. Isn’t that right, Aaron?”

“I can do what?” I asked, searching for the speaker.

“A backflip.” Dre said as he came to the front of the crowd.

“Yeah, I can do a backflip. Why?”
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