Bad Intentions

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When Asher's problem was fixed he joined us. But every time we made even the slightest eye contact I bust into fits of laughter. I'd slept with many guys. Well not many. But enough to know what really gets them going. Asher Greene was a sex God and yet I got him going without taking any clothes off. I felt oddly confident.

"So Peyton Elizabeth, I heard you went jogging earlier last week." Mrs. Greene said looking at Asher.

"Yes, and it is one of my highest regrets." I said biting into a carrot.

"Well, the lake has a path. Grant, Asher and I like to run it from time to time."

"Oh, I'll feel rather left out." I chuckled.

"I wouldn't let that happen." Asher said eating his chicken.

"Well I think everyone is interested in what you two have made of your relationship. Always sneaking off to do God knows what." Cynthia said smiling at me.

"Well with recent events, I think Asher has notice that it's a hard topic to stay on top of." I said smirking at my innuendo. Asher smiled at me

"Yeah, I agree. Both of our opinions stand erect no matter what anyone else says." I bit my lip muffling a laugh. Asher smiled at me as our families looked oblivious to what was going on.

"However the full and complete penetration of the topic requires a lot of thought." I said chuckling.

"We both, as growing adults, are having a hard time grasping the subject. It get moist and you fail to keep control." Asher said smirking.

"I think we should start slow, and build up the thrust." I added.

"If anything communication, our oral skills and all, could use much work."

"Yeah, with dating, some connections come quickly." I said. Asher laughed along with Cynthia at my ending joke. The remaining people at the table found no humor in Asher and my banner.

"Everyone's a critic." Cynthia chuckled shaking her head.

~*~

"Shit." I cursed looking into my vanity mirror.

"What is it?" Asher asked. His voice coming from my phone. After the dinner party the Greene's returned home and I called Asher the second he was safely in his room.

"My makeup is being a bitch." I muttered sighing and looking for a cleansing wipe.

"I told you, you look fine." He muttered a hint of sass in his voice.

"Asher?"

"Hmm?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"I'm just being honest." He defends

"Asher?"

"Uh huh?"

"Shut the fuck up." I repeated wiping my face with a bit to much elbow grease.

"So, dinner was fun."

"I think you mean your appetizers." I teased braiding my hair for the night.

"Yeah, kind of disappointed I didn't get dessert."

"Slow down speedy." I muttered taking my clothes off and trading them in for pajamas.

"I've had a lot of fun today, you were a lot of fun." Asher says content clear in his raspy voice.

"You were a lot of fun too. Though I didn't expect any less." I said tugging on a pair of shorts.