Part 3
06/21/87- Irvine, CA
Ashley woke up on her stomach, hardly able to move her head hurt so bad. She looked at the clock beside her bed and it read 10:00 AM. She wasn’t dressed for her run with Jon, but right now she could’ve cared less. She spent half of the night throwing up and finally was able to get to sleep sometime after 6:00 AM. She moved feeling the awful pasty taste in her mouth, she groaned.
Hearing the knock on the door, she groaned again. She managed to get up, dragging to the door, she knew it was Jon and she didn’t know if she could face him or not with the way she felt. He knocked again as she fumbled with the locks, not remembering how Richie got them all locked the way he did as he left.
When she opened the door, Jon stood staring at her, his eyes growing wide at the sight of her still dressed in her skirt. She didn’t have the jacket on, only the black mid-drift top she wore underneath it.
“What happened to you?” He asked.
“Don’t ask,” she pouted as she moved away from the door leaving it open.
Jon stood in the hallway for a moment, and then decided to walk on in, since she left him at the door. He closed it behind him and turned back to Ashley, who was now back on the bed, laying flat on her back, holding her head.
“If I didn’t know any better, I would say you have a hangover.” Jon laughed.
Ashley looked up at him and could barely smile. “I do.”
Jon was surprised. He laughed shaking his head, “Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious. You think I would joke about feeling like hell?” She snapped.
“What did you drink?” He asked.
She thought but couldn’t remember the name of the drink, “Some kind of screw thing.”
Jon remembered the drink Richie had ordered last night. “A slow comfortable screw?” He asked her.
“Yeah, that sounds familiar.” She answered, “Only it doesn’t feel so comfortable now.” She added a second later.
Jon didn’t know if he wanted to know the answer to the question or not, but he asked anyway. “Who gave them to you?”
“The bartender.” She said. It wasn’t a complete lie; the bartender did give them to her, only it was Richie that ordered it.
Jon looked at her, knowing that wasn’t the truth, "Don't lie to me Ash, Richie gave it to you didn't he?"
Embarrassed that he guessed the truth Ashley turned her head away and didn't answer.
"If you’re worried I’m gonna tell Doc, don’t be. Hell we all drank when we were underage; it’s no big deal. Did Richie see you made it back to your room safely at least?"
Jon had seen the woman leaving Richie’s room this morning so he knew nothing had happened between the two of them; besides he also knew Ashley was just a kid in Richie’s eyes. He guessed Richie was just letting her live a little last night when he got the drinks for her.
“I got mad at Doc and so I drank it off. Richie helped me to my room.” She mumbled. She turned back to him with a look of misery on her face. "Oh, Jon I don’t feel good at all."
He chuckled softly. "You poor kid. Let’s see what we can do for you."
"Careful, that's why I got pissed at Doc last night."
"I didn't mean it that way, you know that." He said softly knowing how the pounding in her head had to feel. "You want me to help you over this hangover or not? I‘ve had my fair share of those mother fuckers I got kind of good and getting over them."
Ashley laughed, “Anything that’ll help me feel better.”
Jon picked up the phone and dialed a number. Ashley closed her eyes, stilling holding her head.
“Hello, this is room number 1256. Yes. Thank you.” Jon said into the phone. “Yes, I would like to order, two orders of the greasiest hash browns you have, toast with extra butter and scrambled eggs.” He covered the phone with his hand, “You like scrambled eggs, don’t you Ash?”
She waved her hand at him and nodded her head.
Jon took his hand away from the receiver, “Yes. Some orange juice and coffee for both. Thank you.” He hung up the phone.
“I don’t know if I want to see any orange juice or not.” She groaned.
Jon laughed, “You’ll be fine. Just drink it after you’ve ate. Now, I have something for your headache down in my room, so I’ll go get it.”
Ashley rose up from the bed, “And I think I’ll take a shower, take the key incase I’m not done by the time you get back.”
Jon turned around, “Okay, were is the key?”
Ashley thought for a moment and realized that she didn’t know where Richie put it last night.
“Damn, I don’t remember where I put it. Just leave the door unlocked and let yourself in.”
Jon smiled as he opened the door and left.
Ashley knew she would have to get in touch with Richie sometime during the day to ask him where he put the key. She got inside the shower and heard the phone ringing, but let it ring. Right now, she could have cared less who was calling her.
Jon walked to his room and got some aspirin, then came back to Ashley’s room and let himself in. Not long after he was there, the phone started to ring. Not thinking anything about it, he picked up the receiver.
“Hello?”
“Jon? What the hell are you doing?” Doc said into the phone.
Jon laughed, “Relax. I came to get Ashley to go for our morning run and she wasn’t feeling well, so I ordered her breakfast and got her something to make her feel better.”
“Oh, well…what’s wrong with her?” Doc asked.
Jon thought quickly, “I’m not sure, but she’ll be fine, once she eats.”
“I’ll be down there shortly as soon I get the phone call I am waiting for.” Doc told him.
Jon took a big swallow; he knew this wasn’t going to be pretty.
Just as he got off the phone, Ashley came from the shower, wrapped in a white robe and a towel around her head.
“You answered the phone?” She asked.
“Damn and that’s exactly what Doc said.” Jon laughed.
“What?” She asked, mortified.
“Easy, I didn’t tell him what was wrong. I just told him you weren’t feeling well.” He assured her.
Ashley smiled, relieved he kept his word.
“However, he’s coming down here to see what’s wrong after he gets off the phone.”
Ashley dropped down on the bed, “Great.” She mumbled.
“You need to learn how to handle your old man. It took me a while, but I think I’ve got him figured out.” Jon said.
“Well, you should tell me because he really pisses me off.”
Jon started laughing, “When did you start using such language?”
She rolled her eyes, “I don’t know.”
“Breakfast has arrived.” He said as the knock came on the door.
“Either that or the little short man that makes my life hell has arrived,” She mumbled.
Jon busted out laughing as he reached for the door knob and opened it, expecting to find room service, but instead he was staring at a very shocked Richie.
“Hello Rich,” Jon said.
Hearing his name, Ashley was ready to run and hide, but she never got that chance. When she turned to look he was staring right at her with a concerned look on his face, his back to Jon.
“Okay, you two need to tell me just what the hell is going on?” Jon said as he stood at the door.
Ashley looked up at Richie and then at Jon, “Jon I told you, I have a hangover,” she said before Richie had the chance to say anything.
Richie caught on and smiled at her. “I was worried you would be sick this morning,” he said shaking his head.
Jon laughed, “Well, I guess that’s the least you could do, since you supplied the alcohol.”
Richie shot Ashley a glance and Ashley spoke up. “I told you that I asked for it. You can’t blame Richie.”
“I’m not blaming anyone, it’s not a big deal to me, but you better decide what you are going to tell Doc when he shows up.” Jon warned.
“I’m not telling him anything. It’s none of his business anyway,” Ashley snarled.
Another knock came at the door and they all three looked at each other.
“Let’s hope this is the food.” Jon said as he went to the door.
With Jon’s back turned, Richie slipped Ashley her room key. His fingers brushed against hers and he winked at her. With the memory of what they did last night, Ashley blushed and Richie smiled. She lowered her eyes away from him and slipped the key into the pocket on her robe. She wanted to apologize to him but now wasn’t the time. She heard the sound of the cart being wheeled inside the room and then Jon saying “Thank you, keep the change.”
"Well, Jon I see you got everything under control," Richie said as he lifted the cover off one of the plates and eyed the greasy food Jon had ordered. "I guess I’ll take off."
"Good idea then we won’t have to explain your presence to Doc when he comes," Jon laughed.
Ashley sat quietly and didn’t look up at either of them. She was so embarrassed, but knew Jon had no idea what she and Richie had really done last night.
Richie got to the door and turned, “Hope you get to feeling better, Ashley.” He said.
She looked up at him and smiled, but quickly looked away. “Thanks.”
Richie closed the door behind him.
Jon uncovered the food and they began eating their breakfast, only to be interrupted once again, by a knock at the door. Ashley rolled her eyes, knowing the only person left was Doc. She threw down her napkin and got up from the table. Jon watched her march over to the door and open it. Doc stood smiling at his daughter.
“Feeling better?” He asked walking in the door.
Ashley stood at the door then slammed it closed after a brief moment. Jon looked up and smiled at Doc.
When Ashley didn’t answer, Doc turned to her as she walked past him back to sit on the bed and finish her breakfast.
“Someone’s grumpy. “ He teased.
She ignored his comment and continued eating.
“So, what’s wrong with you?” He asked her.
She finished the bite of food she had in her mouth and took a drink of coffee. After she swallowed it, she looked up at him.
“I had too much to drink last night.” She said plainly.
Jon lowered his eyes to his own food, knowing what was about to happen.
Doc looked at Jon first then back at her and laughed, “This is exactly why I didn’t want you at that party Ashley."
She didn’t say anything, she just kept eating.
“So, Jon did you have something to do with this?” Doc asked him.
Jon looked up ready to answer, but Ashley beat him to it.
“Jon had nothing to do with it Doc,” she snapped.
Jon looked back down at his plate of food after hearing the sharpness in her voice and held his breath.
“So, who did?” Doc pressed.
“Me, myself and I. What’s wrong, don’t you think I’m capable of getting it by myself?” She said sarcastically.
“I don’t believe that. Someone had to get it for you.” Doc laughed.
“You wouldn’t believe how far flirting will get you,” She said with a smirk.
Jon laughed slightly at Ashley’s comment seeing she didn’t need his help at all.
Doc turned to him, "You think this is funny?"
Ashley but down her fork. “Would you just lay off? I’m fine, there’s nothing more to discuss and if you don’t mind I would like to finish my breakfast here and try to go running with Jon.” Ashley said adamantly.
"Watch your step young lady or I will send you back home." Doc said.
"Home? Just where would that be Doc? A damned convent? I never had a home and you know it."
Doc didn’t know how to respond to her outburst. He tried a different method.
"Ashley, sweetie, Daddy only wants to make sure you don’t get hurt is there anything wrong with that?"
"Just what do you think could hurt me any more than sitting all day waiting for you to show up only to have you disappoint me once again?"
Jon pushed his plate away and stood up. "You two should work this out. I’ll get out of your way."
Ashley snapped her head in Jon’s direction. "Sit the fuck back down. I want you here. If anyone is leaving he can."
Jon sat back down, surprised at the words she used. He looked over at Doc knowing how furious his manager was. Doc for his part turned red in the face and stormed out of her room slamming the door behind him.
Jon sipped his coffee. "He’s pissed."
Still seething with anger Ashley answered, "I don’t give a fuck."
Changing the subject Jon asked, "You still wanna go running?"
"Yeah, I got a little bit of anger to work off," she said.
"I’ll say," Jon answered laughing.
Ashley laughed, but she was till mad at Doc. They finished their breakfast and then got up to get ready for their run together.
"Wait out here, let me get dressed." She grabbed some clothes out of her suitcase and went into the bathroom.
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Ashley was a little nervous as she dressed for the concert later that evening; once again she turned down dinner with everyone. She hadn’t seen Richie since he’d come to her room and she didn’t know how to handle being around him tonight. She wondered if he thought she was foolish last night; or if he regretted what they had done. She certainly hoped not.
She hated to admit it but she knew he’d stolen her heart. She wanted to be with him; to make him notice her; to make him love her. She knew if he did, she would do anything he asked just to please him.
Even though she was drunk she remembered what they had done and a warm sensation filled her. She smiled to herself remembering every detail of the way he made her feel.
She finished dressing and went into the bathroom to fix her hair and do her makeup. She applied her makeup just as Spanky had taught her and once again was pleased with the results. Pursing her lips she imagined what it would be like if it were Richie kissing her. She let loose with a big sigh at the thought of his lips on hers again. Suddenly she panicked, hoping he thought she was a good kisser. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw the redness in her face. She got a cigarette out of her purse; having purchased them out of a machine earlier; and lit it up. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror practicing looking at ease as she smoked.
When she finished her cigarette she took a piece of spearmint gum out of her purse, stuck it in her mouth, picked up some perfume sprayed in into the air then stepped under it like Spanky showed her then made her way out of the room to the elevators.
She entered the hotel lobby and saw familiar faces from the night before. She ignored the girls that were standing around and smiled as Jon waved her over to where he was standing talking to Obie.
“You going to attempt another show tonight?” He asked her.
She laughed, “Yeah, I think I know what I’m doing now.”
“You can ride with us if you want. Have you seen Doc since this morning?”
Ashley shook her head, “No.”
“Well, you are about to.” He warned.
“Obie, Jon…Ashley.” Doc said as he stepped up to them.
Ashley smiled at him, but turned the other direction, looking around the lobby for Richie. She spotted him across the way, talking to a blonde headed girl. He looked up at her and nodded his head when he saw her. She smiled at him and turned back to Doc, Obie and Jon.
Richie looked at her from head to toe, noticing every piece of clothing she had on. She wore tight black jeans, tighter then he could have ever imagined her wearing and a white halter top, black boots and a black belt with silver studs. He excused himself from the company he was with and started walking to where she was. The closer he got the more he liked what he saw. Her hair cascaded down her shoulder so seductively he longed to run his hands in it again. Last night was still in his mind and he knew it was wrong of him to take advantage of her the way he did. However, he didn’t go too far. He had that on his side. And now he wanted to go further with her, he wanted to be the first man to touch her in places she had never been touched before. That excited him to no end.
Just as he got up to them, she turned around and smiled. He smiled back at her in away to let her know he approved of her outfit. She felt her heart beat quicken, knowing she had pleased him once again.
“The limo is here,” Doc announced.
They all filed out one by one and got inside the limo. The way it worked out, Richie and Ashley were no where near one another inside the limo. When they arrived at the venue, she watched him ahead of her as they all walked inside. She loved the view from behind and let her eyes roam there longer then she should have, because he turned around and caught her staring. He shook his finger at her. All she could do was smile and lower her head.
She decided to play it cool around him and went up to the stage wing once again for Cinderella’s show. She hoped he would follow her, but wasn’t even sure he saw her go up there. As soon as the lights dimmed, she was in that dark place again. She leaned over the banister around were she stood and looked out at all the people below her and throughout the arena.
Cinderella took the stage and she tapped her hands against the banister to the beat of the music. It wasn’t long before Richie joined her. He walked up beside her and looked out at the stage. After a few moments, she turned her head and looked at him. Their eyes met and she wanted to melt.
He leaned over to her and spoke into her ear, “Feeling better?”
She laughed, “Very much so.”
“Are you drinking tonight?” He asked, with a hint of mischief in his voice.
“I haven’t decided.”
He held up a glass to her and offered it to her. “It’s your favorite.” He said into her ear.
She took the glass from his hands and took a drink from it as she maintained eye contact with him. He smiled a slow smile, and nodded his head.
She finished her sip and looked back at the stage for a second, and then she leaned over to him. “I’m sorry about last night,” She said softly.
Her breath sent chills down his arm and took him by surprise. He shook his head and smiled at her. When she bent her head down for him to speak in her ear, he noticed the top she had on showed off some very eye pleasing cleavage.
“You didn’t do anything wrong.” He assured her, running his arm around her shoulders and squeezing her slightly.
She smiled and looked back down to the stage. After a few minutes of standing and watching the show, Richie leaned over to her once again.
“Did you get everything taken care of with Doc?”
Ashley rolled her eyes, “I’m not worried about him. He can kiss my ass.”
Richie threw his head back and laughed at her statement. She grinned and took another drink from her glass. She pulled out her cigarettes from her purse getting ready to pull one out of the back.
“So, have I become a bad influence or what?” He joked with her.
“Not yet,” She answered, as she let the pack fall back into her purse as she looked up at him.
He turned completely facing her, staring deep into her eyes. She felt as though things were moving in slow motion when she felt him place his arms around her waist, slowly drawing her close to him as he lowered his lips down to hers. She closed her eyes as she felt his soft lips on hers. Her heart jumped up into her throat and her hand instantly came to rest on his cheek. He welcomed her touch as he parted his lips slowly, allowing her to follow his lead. She parted her lips feeling his tongue warm and wet inside her mouth. It moved slowly around hers making her feel light headed. This was so much better then she remembered, she thought to herself as he pressed himself harder against her, his hands gripping the small of her back as he continued to kiss her slowly. She felt like she was floating away and unable to breathe, she felt her legs starting to tremble.
A few minutes later, he pulled away, the kiss still lingering on her lips.
“And what about now?” He asked.
Her head was still spinning as she tried to gather her thoughts. She looked up at him and smiled, her cheeks flushed. “That could become dangerous.” She said into his ear.
He smiled and gave her a warm hug, running his hands up and down her back.
He pulled back to look into her eyes and his hands run up to her face, “I need to go,” He said, caressing her face with both of his hands.
Whether she meant to or not, she had no control over the pout that she gave him. He grinned and kissed her again, his tongue instantly finding hers. This kiss was more passionate making the desire grow inside her.
He pulled away and grinned, “That’s something to think about tonight.” He said staring into her eyes.
She nodded her head, but no words came out. His hands drifted down her shoulders, the length of her arms and then he held her hands with both of his.
“We’ll continue this later,” He said.
She nodded her head, unable to speak as he walked away and down the stairs. She stood numb all over and her mouth dropped open unable to believe what just happened. She slowly brought the drink to her lips and killed it off, with one gulp. She felt her insides on fire. She was unable to concentrate on anything but his warm wet lips.
She was still in deep thought when the lights in the arena came back on. She realized that Cinderella was over and Richie would soon be on stage. He didn’t ask her to come to the front tonight and wondered if she should or not. She deiced to go down and enjoy herself, she only came up were she was now in hopes of having Richie follow her, so they could be alone.
With the thoughts of last night and the night that was to come, she walked down the stairs and saw Richie along with the rest of the band standing together. She ignored them and continued down the steps. When she got to the bottom, she briefly looked over and Richie winked at her. She couldn’t help but smile wide and continue on about her way, making her way around to the front of the stage so she could enjoy the show.
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After the concert, everyone came back to the hotel bar and mingled. Ashley mingled around the room, keeping clear of some groups. She watched Richie when she could. She loved to look at him. She sat at the end of the bar, where the bartender was told to watch over her. Eventually Richie came over to join her.
“Whatcha doin?” He asked with a smile and he leaned up against the bar, with his forearms supporting him.
Ashley grinned, “Watching everyone.”
He laughed and nodded his head. He finished off his beer and signaled to the bartender he wanted another one. Ashley turned her head when she heard laughter from the corner. It was Jon and a female he was with.
“So when are you going to your room?” Richie asked her softly.
“Um...I…I don’t know.” She answered.
Richie smiled warmly at her and winked. “I’d like to spend some time with you. But we can’t do that here. Would you mind that I come to your room?”
Ashley’s heart stared racing. She looked up at him and smiled as she shook her head and said, “No.”
Richie smiled hearing her answer. “Okay. I’ll see you leave and then I’ll be up soon after you. Would you mind leaving your door open so I don’t get caught knocking on the door?”
She blinked, “Umm….okay. When do I leave?”
Richie turned to leave the bar, but he looked back at her and smiled. “Whenever you are ready to.”
Her heart beat still hadn’t slowed down to normal when he left the bar. She watched him walk over to a table with some women and sit down. She swallowed the lump in her throat and felt her hands shaking.
Last night came to mind again and she wondered what they would do tonight. Even her fantasies weren’t that good. She laughed inwardly at herself. Just stay calm, she told herself. She blushed when she thought about the way it felt to kiss him and touch him the way she did last night. His tongue was so soft and velvety and his… she giggled at the thought. She knew they came in different sizes but his… his was very large, larger then she had seen in the Playgirl magazine. When she finished her cigarette and her Dr. Pepper she pretended she was tired and left the bar to go to her room.
When she got to her room, she checked her makeup and hair. That’s when she heard Richie come in the door. Her heart started to race again and she immediately came out of the bathroom. He had his back to her as he sat down the 6 pack of beer he had brought with him. When he turned around and saw her standing inside the bathroom door, he smiled and walked towards her. He had a tall glass in his hand and she smiled, knowing what it was.
“How did you get away?” She asked as she took the glass from his hand.
He shrugged his shoulders, “I just left.”
“Oh,” She said as she took a drink from the glass and eyed him while she did.
“What did you think of the show?” He asked as he opened a beer.
“I enjoyed it.” She answered as she was walking over to sit down on the edge of the bed.
Richie followed her, sitting down beside her. She pulled one leg up on the bed as she turned to face him.
“And do you remember last night’s?” He asked.
“Yes.” She answered, smiling bashfully as she lowered her eyes away from his.
Richie giggled, “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
She looked up at him, “That’s easy for you to say.”
They both laughed as they each took a drink from their drinks.
“How about some music?” Richie asked her.
She shrugged her shoulders, “Sure.”
“TV or radio?”
She laughed, shrugging her shoulders again. He smiled flashing his eyes playfully at her and finished the beer he had opened. He leaned across her and turned the radio on, then flipped through the channels until he found something he liked. As he started to rise back up, he looked at her and smiled then got up off the bed.
He walked over to where he had set his 6-pack of beer down and opened another bottle.
“Do you mind if I put these in your refrigerator?” He asked her.
Ashley shook her head, “No, go ahead,” She said.
“Thanks.” Richie said as he walked over and knelt down, carefully placing the bottles inside.
“So, how many more days are we here and were do we go next?” She asked him.
Richie thought about it, remembering part of the tour schedule, “One more night here and then we go to Mountain View for some shows, Portland and then Vancouver. Why, are you leaving me soon?”
She laughed, “No, it’s just I didn’t know where we were headed. Doc hasn’t told me anything.”
“Where we are headed….” He said taking her drink from her hand and sitting it down beside his on the nightstand while he sat down beside her. “There’s an interesting topic,” He added softly as he leaned forward to kiss her.
She went numb as his lips covered hers. He moved closer to her as he deepened the kiss and his arms, slid around her waist. He felt her breathing become shallow as he continued to kiss her slow and deep.
He pulled away, “That’s better,” He said as her pulled her close to him again. She looked up into his eyes and he lowered his lips to hers, taking her breath away once again. Still kissing, they fell back slowly on the bed, Richie beside her.
She felt his hand on her stomach slowing inching its way up under to halter top until he carefully took her right breast in the palm of his hand. The rush inside her caused a soft gasp to escape her mouth between the kisses he gave her. He kissed her bare shoulder down to the where the cleavage in the halter top gathered. He dipped his tongue down in the valley and she grabbed the back of his head with her hands. He slowly worked one of the straps down her arm as he continued to taunt her with kisses along her neck and shoulders. Then the other strap, he carefully pulled the top down to expose her bare pink nipples. He smiled, and then blew a stream of warm air on one, watching it harden instantly. He lowered his mouth; forming a perfect O he took the taught nipple into his mouth. She gasped and he hardened instantly. His other hand played with her other nipple. Her hands squeezed him though his suddenly too tight jeans.
Her chest rose and fell with every breath of air she took. He moved over her and rubbed himself against her hard, letting her breasts push up against him. He kissed her again and then sat up, removing his shirt then quickly coming to her side again, kissing her. His hand moved across her chest, taunting her nipples once again. They moved down her stomach as she unzipped his pants and ran her hand inside. He was wet and pulsated in her hand.
His fingers found the button on her jeans and he stopped, unsure if she would allow him to unfasten them. When she didn’t stop him, he continued. His fingers slid down inside her panties until he found her wetness. She whimpered as his finger gently rubbed her. He kissed her neck again, groaning as she moved her hand on him.
Suddenly he stopped and rose up. “Do you mind if we take off our jeans?” He asked her.
She blinked nervously. He smiled, “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. I promise.”
She bit her bottom lips as she nodded yes. He took his off first, but leaving his underwear on. Then he removed hers, leaving her black silk bikini’s on her. He slid back up to her, his mouth kissing the insides of her legs. She smiled when he kissed her stomach and closed her eyes as he ran his tongue inside her belly button. His hands moved across her skin, up her stomach to her nipples as his mouth explored the bare skin of her stomach.
He took his time, getting her used to him and then he slowly lowered his mouth down between her thighs. His lips against her silk panties, he slowly blew hot air. Her body jerked, not expecting such a rush of pleasure between her legs. He waited for her reaction and seeing that she enjoyed it, he slowly inserted his finger into the edge of her panties and moved them to the side.
He noticed her breathing was now shallow as she waited for what he was about to do. He grinned to himself, then lowered his head devouring in her warm taste. Her mouth fell open; she gasped, and then grinned. His tongue felt so good coaxing her in a way she never imagined. He gave her the pleasure he knew he could and more. Her legs started to quiver and she cried out softly for him. He continued until she got off then laid down beside her.
Ashley had her eyes closed, lost in the feelings that had over took her. After a few moments she realized that he was still beside her and she opened them. He was on his side looking at her, smiling. She felt embarrassed.
“You’ve never been with a man before have you?” he asked her.
She blushed. “Why did I do something wrong?”
Richie laughed. “No Darlin, you did everything just right. At first I thought you hadn’t, then when you were flirting with me so openly I thought maybe you were a tease. But after tonight…”
“What?” She asked horrified of the answer.
He shook his head, moving her hair from her face with the tips of his fingers. “I’ve never been with a virgin before.”
She gulped. “Oh.”
He saw the disappointment in her expression. “Now that’s not a bad thing. It’s just I’m scared I’m going to go too far.” He moved closer to her. “Ashley. You turn me on so bad. It’s all I can do to stop myself.”
“Why do you want to stop?” She asked him ever so innocently. Really she didn’t know the answer.
He sighed. “Because I’m not sure if you’re ready for it and I’m sure as hell not sure if I should be the one to take it.”
“Oh,” she said softly. “Well, there are other things I can do for you.” She said rolling over on her stomach.
“That’s not what I’m talking about,” he told her.
“Show me,” she said daringly as she pulled his underwear down.
“Show you?”
She giggled then lowered her mouth to him. She was unsure of what to do, but remembered the video she had seen. She opened her mouth and took him the best she could. She was frightened she wasn’t doing it right, but when he moaned she felt more confident.
Just like last night, he showed her how to pleasure him in the same fashion that he had just done to her. Only she was new at it and he had to take his time. Trying not to give her too much he guided her head with his hands, faster and faster almost at the point of ecstasy.
“I’m gonna cum,” he moaned.
She didn’t move away to his delight and she took him, leaving him panting on the bed.
She laid down beside him, a smirk on her face. “Did I do it right?”
He laughed. “Oh baby, you did it just right.”
She smiled then laid down on her back, satisfied that she was able to give him what he had done to her. She felt a little dirty in engaging in such an act, but on the other hand it felt so good. She knew she had to have more. She wanted to have sex with him. She wanted him to be her first.
They laid in each other’s arms for a long time, Richie caressing her hair. Then he moved away from her. Standing, he put on his jeans and then went to the refrigerator and took out another bottle of beer, opened it and took a long drink.
“Do you always drink beer?” She asked him as he sat down beside her.
He shrugged his shoulders, “Not always. Sometimes I drink wine, sometimes straight liquor, shots.”
She shuddered at the thought and he smiled, “You just have to get used to it. Once you drink one that pretty much does it.”
He glanced at the clock and noticed it was late. He hated to leave, but he knew she got up early to go running with Jon.
“It’s late,” He said.
She nodded her head, looking at the clock it was almost 4:00 AM.
“You going to be able to get up in the morning?” He laughed.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Better then this morning anyway,” She said as he finished off his drink. “What do you do in the mornings anyway? I never see you.”
He smiled as he stood up, taking her hand pulling her off the bed. “I sleep until at least noon.”
She laughed, “That explains it,” She said.
Richie looked at her with a puzzled look on her face, “What do you mean?”
She smiled, “Something Jon said.”
“What did he say?”
“Jon said, if you ever went running you would need flashlights,” She giggled.
Richie laughed, “That Jon Bon Jovi, he’s a funny guy,” He said in a silly tone of voice that made Ashley bust out laughing.
She walked him to the door and he turned once again to her, drawing her in his arms.
He kissed her gently on the lips and then deeply. She ran her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him. He ran both hands down to her backside that was still only covered by the silk of her panties and gently gave her a squeeze. She started laughing and pulled away from him.
“I’ve wanted to do that for the longest time,” he confessed.
She smiled up at him and ran her hands down to his behind and did the same thing.
“We are now even,” She said, batting her eyelashes at him.
“You are something else, “He said and kissed her on the tip of her nose, “I’ve had fun tonight,” He said.
“Me too,” she said shyly.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” He said and gave her another kiss on the lips.
She nodded her head as he pulled away. She watched him duck his head out the door and then quickly darted out, closing it behind him.
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