Ash’s Dirty Secret

“So, um… Chad?”

“Yes, Ashley?”

“I’ve been thinking. You know I have a boyfriend, and you might be the only one that might listen to me on this topic… since you look at it every day. This is kind of a confession.”

“What is it?”

Now, let’s pause right here. A myriad of thoughts were running through my head at this point in time.

For example:

“Why me? Ashley doesn’t even talk to me much. What could the confession be?”

I got the answer quickly.

“Chad… Becky told me you packing a little, huh?”

I cursed to myself. Ashley was referring to her best friend, “The Sweetheart.”

“I should have known. As close as you two are… I should have known. Shit. I didn’t tell anyone. That includes my own best friend. But no… I was sworn to secrecy only to…” I got interrupted.

“Relax. Relax. It’s not that serious. She’s always been one to give strong hints. As for me, I’m more subdued. I mean, look at me,” Ashley said pointing to her body. I checked it out. I nodded.

For some reason, talking to Ashley became progressively easier. Ashley was the prettier one of the two best friends. She was very smart and diligent. Sometimes even more than me. She had a way better body out of the two, also. She was tomboyish and like one of the guys, which probably explains why myself along with hoards of other males at that school checked her out.

“Why do you say that? You say that as if you have confidence issues. You are fine as hell. Do you hear me?” I said.

She giggled and said:

“Oh, Chad. Leave it to you to be blunt. I was talking about my boyfriend. He may not look it, but he’s kind of territorial. I have my fair share of male friends.”

“Oh, him? Am I one of them?” I said, really hopeful and smiling.

She smiled her imperfect smile.

“Yeah. You’re cool with me.”

“My girl. Anyway, what was that about me packing?” I said, tilting my head.

“Oops. Oh, yeah. Don’t trip about me knowing. Becky tells me everything. You know what, I’ll tell you my confession,” Ashley said.

I braced myself, and looked straight into her pretty brown eyes. She whispered to me something, that made my penis instantly hard:

“I kind of want to get fucked in the ass.”

I fought hard to get composure.

“Wait.