"Come to mama..."
Ashley slid under the covers and I just looked at her, unsure of what to do next. I opted to just stay where I was.
"Come on..." Her coaxing finally pulled me in, or under, if you really wanna get technical. Clad in my plush blue towel, I pulled the corner of the comforter down and climbed into bed. I looked at her, trying to silently tell her that this was not only my first time with her, but my first time period.
She didn't get the clue.
Ashley started to lean over me, but I stopped her, placing gentle kisses on her left cheek and down her neck, trying to make this as romantic as possible. Agitated with me for taking too much time, she pulled away quickly. She leaned over me and reached for a small wooden box on her nightstand, pulling out a condom and placing the box back on the table.
Ashley got back beside me and handed it to me, saying, "Here, take that towel off and put this on." Obviously, she was ready to go at it right now.
But I wasn't. I wanted to remember my first time as something slow and pure and special, not something rushed and uninhibited. I just looked at the condom in my hand like it was some foreign object from another planet. I had to find some way to explain that this wasn't how I wanted this to happen.
"Ashley...look, can we go a little slower?" I figured maybe it would work if I just said it flat-out.
"Oh, yeah, sorry." She didn't look too awfully sorry. "Come here."
Ashley leaned over me, throwing off my towel in the process and kissed me feverishly, like there was nothing she craved more. I had officially become swarmed with emotion. I couldn't even think clearly. She straddled my hips and untied her robe, letting it drop to the floor behind her.
I was speechless.
"I like to be on top," she giggled as she leaned back down, meshing my face with hers and grabbing the condom out of my hand. She ripped it open and pulled away from me, sitting up on my lap and moving her hands down to the object of her desires. She kissed down my torso, and I could barely breathe. I was almost ready, but then she just had to go and ruin it.
"So, I wonder if Maggie and Chris have done it yet..."
What? Why'd she have to go and bring her up? "M-Maggie?" It was all I could muster to say.
"I bet they're doing it right now." Her eyes got wide and she smiled seductively at me, but my mind was in other places at the moment, so I didn't really notice.
"Can we not talk about her right now?" I was already having trouble "getting it up," and this conversation wasn't helping things.
She didn't even realize it, though. "Well, if they haven't, they will. And then Chris will dump her, just like all the others."
Maggie and Chris? There was no way. I'd known Maggie my entire life, and she was way better than that. I looked up into Ashley's eyes and she smiled at me before looking down.
"You know, we could do this some other time...you know, when you're more up to it." She rolled off of me and added, "I have to pee, anyways."
I barely noticed it when she pulled the covers off of the bed on her way to the bathroom, leaving me stark-naked on the bed, wondering what the hell just happened. All that was on my mind was Maggie and Chris, Chris and Maggie. I definitely had to go talk to Chris tomorrow, before Maggie got hurt. I knew she would. And I also knew it'd be all my fault if I didn't try my best to stop it.