As I Fall

Eight.

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He gives me a hesitant look before smirking and suddenly hosting my body over his shoulders. "What the fuck Ashton!? I told you I was fine! Put me down!"

He looks over his shoulder at me and sends me an adorable crooked grin, "Sorry sweetheart, it's too late now." I see his door come into view and decide that resisting won't do anything to help my case. I stop moving and relax, well as much as you can when hanging off someone shoulder, but not before slapping him in the ass. Hard.

My quite, evil giggles soon turned into a full on belly laugh when he let out a girly squeak in an octave I didn't think boys had. He soon joins me and we fall down on the bed laughing.

What was I thinking, you ask, when he leaned towards me and our heavy breathing mingled together?

Oh shit.

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You would think that with my bad experiences with men, I wouldn't willing a man touch me with a ten foot pole. You'd be wrong though, considering I lost my virginity to another man when I was 14.

No, I'm not a slut. Well I consider myself not to be.

I had come home early from school that day because of a stomach bug that was going around. Unfortunately, my dad didn't seem to think that my being sick would lessen my abilities in the bedroom. Afterwards, I laid down for about two hours and decided that what I felt with my dad was probably not what it was like with all guys.

Like any fourteen year old girl, I tried my best to make myself look older before walking to The Punch, a club downtown where police hardly ever visited.

Even though I couldn't get into the club, I waited outside until people started leaving to talk to any cute guys. By this time, most of the guys were already too shitfaced to care about what age I looked.

I lost my virginity to a boy named Jake in the the back of a black '60 Cadillac.

At least it was a nice car.

Now, as I contemplate whether to say fuck it and kiss him or to back away with my dignity, I'm brought back to those old memories.

My decision is quickly ripped away from me though, when the door swings open. We jump apart from each other like our asses our on fire, but Alex is to busy staring lovingly at the tub of ice cream in her hand to notice our weird movements.

"Sorry I took so long guys. I really had to piss and then I got distracted by this cookie dough ice cream," she holds it up to show us as if it's a million dollar diamond before plopping onto me and Ashton and handing us both spoons.

Ashton rolls his eyes at his sister before turning and looking at her quizzically. "Alex, the kitchen is on the other side of the house from the bathroom you were in."

"Whatever."

A couple minutes later Alex is laying flat complaining about how full she is while me and Ashton finish off the tub. We now only had one bite left. I think Ashton thought it was his because his spoon took a dive for my piece of cookie dough.

"Um excuse you asshole. Back off of my bite." This time I go to scoop up the piece but I'm blocked by his spoon inside the tub.

"Really? Yours? That's funny because I don't see the name Skyler on it anywhere."

We both raise an eyebrow at each other and then simultaneously bring our spoons up as if we were fencing each other.

"You're goin down bitch."