Take it Easy – Chapter Six: Much Ado About Nothing – Part 1A

Take it Easy – Chapter Six: Much Ado About Nothing by zxnoregretsxz69. This story is including Fiction, Blowjob, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female. Chapter Six. Several weeks have passed in the storyline. I don’t really have anything to say, so how about I tell you a weird fact? Did you know that hippo milk is pink?

Take it Easy – Chapter Six: Much Ado About Nothing – Part 1A

Author: zxnoregretsxz69

When I woke up, Ashton was sitting at the foot of my bed. Several weeks had passed since the party at which she and Lana got together, and, though their relationship had been thriving, she looked like she was on the verge of tears.

“Ashton?” I croaked, forcing my eyes mostly open. “What’s up?”

She paused to take a few deep breaths, seemingly holding back tears. “Lana is moving back to New York at Christmas. I just thought you’d like to know.”

“Oh… I’m sorry, Ash.” I didn’t know what to say, so I just sat up to give her a hug. Lana and I hadn’t really been the best of friends, so I wasn’t too torn up about it.

She burst into tears and leaned her head into my bare chest. “I didn’t think our relationship was going to go anywhere, but then we got so close, and now she’s moving away…”

It was true. She and Lana had been inseparable for the past few weeks, spending most of their free time together. Though, to outward appearances, they were just really good friends. I could understand that she was upset, but I didn’t really know how she felt: like Nicole had said the night of the beach party, I used to get involved in brief flings with a lot of girls, not really staying with any one in particular for very long.

“Is there anything I can do?” I gently asked her once her tears had subsided a bit.

“No, not really.” She sighed, shivering a little in her under-dressed state: she was only wearing a thin long-sleeved shirt and yoga pants. Although the house was pretty warm, my bed was right next to a window, so it could get pretty cold in that part of my room.

“Here, share the blanket at least, you’re freezing.” I offered, lifting up a corner so she could slide underneath.

“Thanks.” She obliged, cuddling up to me. She wasn’t really that cold, but she was clearly glad for someone to hold her.

I did just that, wrapping my arms around her tightly. Her slender frame fit snugly into mine, just as it always had. As we lay there, I thought about our friendship; we had ended the sexual part due to her relationship with Lana, but now that Lana was leaving, I wondered if Ash was going to try to start that up again. My relationship with Emily was also a little unclear. We hadn’t had an opportunity to discuss whether or not our relationship was “exclusive” yet, but I had avoided having sex with other girls anyway. Better safe than sorry, I suppose.

After a few minutes of cuddling like this, with her ass right up against my hips, my morning wood hadn’t gone down at all. In fact, my erection had actually gotten quite a bit harder. I did my best to mentally scold it, telling my penis that now was not the time. Nothing worked. Ashton could obviously feel it, but it seemed like she wasn’t going to bring it up.

Just a moment later, though, she had had enough. “Is this position a little uncomfortable for you?” The way she asked made it clear that she wasn’t happy with my inappropriately-timed arousal.

“More like too comfortable.” I muttered without thinking.

She turned to face me. “Nice to know I still have that effect on you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I was bewildered. I knew it was an inappropriate time for an erection, but this seemed uncalled for.

“From what I hear, you’re more into college girls now.” She mumbled, seemingly regretting each word as it came out of her mouth.

“Oh.” I sighed. “You’ve heard about that, have you?” Ashton was rapidly turning from calm to pissed.

“Yes, I have, and I don’t know why you wouldn’t share that with me, of all people.” She said angrily, sitting up now and pulling away from me. “Are we only allowed to talk while we’re having sex, or something? Because I thought I mattered more to you than that.”

“You do!” I growled. “You know that; don’t pretend like you don’t. There’s a good reason why I haven’t told anyone anything about her.”

“Oh, yeah? And what’s that?” She shot back.

“I… She-” I stopped, unsure of how to proceed.

Ashton took this as me not wanting to tell her and tears welled in her reddened eyes again. “Fine, don’t tell me. We can talk again when you decide if you want to continue being friends with me.” She stormed off.

“Ash!” I called, springing out of the bed to go after her. “Wait!” I grabbed her shoulder to try to stop her.

“Leave me alone, Aaron!” She shouted, tears now streaming freely down her face as she twisted to throw my hand off of her.

“Damn it!” I slammed my fist down on the dresser, watching her storm off and drive away.

I needed to let off some steam; I grabbed my MMA gloves and went down to the basement, where we have our workout equipment. I wrapped my hands and ankles with athletic tape and went to work on my punching bag. Despite it having a 300-pound base, I knocked it over several times, which was a testament to my anger.

After I finished my workout, ate, and showered, I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t go to Emily; there was no way to explain the situation to her without her finding out about my more-than-a-friendship with Ashton. Before I left the house to go for a walk, I sent Ashton a text. I realized that the reason I didn’t know what to do was that I usually came to her when I was having problems; she didn’t always solve them, but she always made me feel better about myself.

Me: hey, you’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll tell you everything, whenever you’re ready.

Eventually, I wound up at the park near our house. I ambled over to our favorite picnic table, the relatively secluded one near the large pond, hidden by some oak trees. My family used to go here all the time. My dad would bring his guitar and play songs for my mom, but Nicole and I would listen in. Afterward, he and I would play catch or soccer or whatever until mom made us stop for dinner. Those are some of my favorite memories, made even more special by the fact that I was having trouble remembering most of my other memories involving my father.

Whenever I felt that I needed guidance, I would come here. Although my dad obviously couldn’t speak to me and give me advice, this was the only place at which I still had vivid memories of spending time with him, so it was as good a place as any to think. As crazy as it may seem, it usually made me feel better to talk to my dad, as if he were there.

“Hey, dad. I’m not doing so hot right now.” I put my face in my hands. “Ashton found out about Emily and she’s all pissed at me. I guess I’ve been a dick, leading on two girls at once. Ashton just needed comfort, and I drove her away. I haven’t been a very good friend to her recently… The problem is, I don’t know what she wants from me: I can’t tell if she still just wants to be friends-with-benefits or if she wants something more… God, I wish you were still around, Dad. I miss you.”

I laid my head on my arms, which were folded on the table. After what seemed like a few hours, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “I thought I would find you here.” My mom’s voice came from behind me, soft and gentle. I simultaneously was happy that she had come and wished that she would go.

She sat down next to me, looping her arm through mine. “What’s the problem, Aaron?”

“Girl problems.” I muttered.

“Well, I’m a girl. I think I should understand.”

My mom and I have always been able to speak candidly to each other; my dad disappeared before I was old enough for “the talk”, so she had to handle all of that stuff. Being a lawyer, she was strictly no-nonsense when it came to Nicole and I being honest with her.

“Not this time, mom.” I laughed bitterly and turned my head away.

“Hey.” She gently grabbed my chin and turned me to face her. “I promise I won’t be mad at you, no matter what.”

“It’s not me I’m worried about.” I told her.

“Well, I promise I won’t be mad at anyone, unless they’ve hurt you.” She assured me, giving me a smile.

I hesitated before speaking, then decided to bite the bullet. “I’ve been in a relationship with someone who works for you.”

“Emily? Yeah, I know. I was wondering when you were gonna tell me, though.”

“You knew?” I asked incredulously. “For how long?”

“Since you two were in your room for about 45 minutes at the party.” She teased.

I was more embarrassed then than I ever had been in my life. My face felt like it had been in contact with the surface of the sun.

Side note: I suppose I should explain my mom’s “usual policy” in more detail now. She has a sort of realistic mindset about teen vices; she believes that, by trusting me to behave responsibly, I won’t become addicted to alcohol or sex later in life. It’s a sort of European approach: let the kids drink some wine when they’re growing up and they won’t become alcoholics later. I guess she realizes that it’s better to try to guide me through, rather than stop me from, experimenting with sex and alcohol. She has a zero-tolerance policy on most other things, though, which is fine with me, because I find drugs disgusting. I digress; apologies for the fourth-wall break… back to the story!

“I thought she would lose her job or something if you found out!” I exclaimed, my embarassment dissipating to make room for relief.

“No, honey. It would be very different if I were having a relationship with someone from the office, but I can’t and won’t fire Emily just because you two are together. And I trust you to be responsible with the physical stuff.”

“That’s the thing, mom. I don’t know if we really are together. And there’s this other girl, too, and I don’t know what she wants from me.”

“Is it Ashton?” She asked, almost lazily, as if it were obvious.

“Uhh…” I gulped. Apparently that was all the answer she needed.

“You may think that you’re very discreet, Aaron, but every guy is an open book to his mother. I’ve got all kinds of dirt on you.” She grinned mischievously, exactly like I do.