Across the Fence

Part 6

Tom

You dumbass, why did you kiss her? What where you thinking? I wasn't, that's the problem. I take the last mile of my run a little slower than usual, trying to understand why I'm so attracted to Ashley. One minute we are having a nice relaxing time, the next I'm bending over to kiss her. As I approach my house, I pray that Ashely isn't outside. I really don't want to see her right now, not until 'the kiss' blows over.

I just clear my driveway and head up the stairs to my porch, when I hear her.

"Tom? Can we talk?" I look up at the sky and roll my eyes.

"Sure, Ashley, what do you want to talk about?" She walks over and sits down on one of my steps, as I walk down the steps and stand in front of her.

"About the kiss we shared last night?" I rub my face not wanting to have this conversation.

"Listen, I'm sorry about that, it didn't mean anything, I just got lost in the moment." She freezes and stares blankly at me.

"Oh, yeah, I was going to say that too, so, we are on the same page then?" I nod and head back up the stairs, but Ashley stays put.

"Something else on your mind?" She shrugs her shoulders and stands up.

"No, that was all." I bite my lip, and run my hand through my hair.

"Okay, I'll see ya." I wave and walk into the house feeling somewhat down, I was hoping that conversation would had gone differently, but maybe it's for the best.

Ashley

Tears threaten to spill from my eyes as I walk back into my house, I don't know why I'm so upset, it's not like I expected the kiss to mean anything to him. He's a big shot celebrity, and I'm just little ole me.

Over the next week, I would see Tom come and go, but he never paid me any mind. By the time the weekend rolled around, I was miserable, I wanted to talk to him, even if it was just small talk. That evening, I hear Tom's Jag pull up and come to a stop in his driveway. I decide to throw caution to the wind and walk out to meet him. As I make it outside, I see Tom, peeling himself out of the car and closing the door behind him. He didn't notice me walking towards him, when he runs to the other side of the car to open the door for someone. That's when I see the beautiful brunette emerge from the Jag, with help from Tom. She is dressed in a short, very short dress, making her legs look like they go on forever. I look down at my scrubs and tennis shoes and instantly feel insecure.

"Hey doc, did you want something?" Tom says, Finally noticing me there standing there. I shake my head, as Tom and his date stare at me.

"No, I just came out to...to..say hi, Yeah, I just wanted to say hi." I jumble over my words like an idiot. "I didn't realize you had company." Tom just stands there looking at me. This has to be the most uncomfortable exchange, I just want to run home.

"Well, hi there." He says snaking his hand around his date's waist.

I raise my hand and wave at both of them awkwardly.

"Well, okay, bye." I say as I back up towards my house, Tom waves silently as I turn around and practically run to my front door and slam the door behind me.

Tom

I shut my eyes tightly as I feel myself getting close to my end, "Tom, right there, yeah! I'm going to cum!" I begin to thrust harder.

"Ashley darling, cum with me, now." I feel finger nails pierce into my back as I reach my undoing.

"My name is Layla, who the fuck is Ashley?" My eyes fly open, obviously not realizing I called out Ashley's name.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry Ash...um, I mean Layla." She lets out a huff and jumps up and pulls her dress on.

"Whoever this Ashley is, maybe you should go find and fuck her, don't ever call me again you, asshole." I try to suppress a smile as she fights to put her heels on and wobbles towards the door.

"Darling, where are you going? How are you getting home? I drove you here." She laughs bitterly.

"I'll call a cab, and wait outside for it." I nod calmly.

"Well, let me wait with you, it's the least I could do."

Ashley

I grab my stuff and head out the door, as I walk to my car, I notice Tom and his date are standing by the curb, and his date is yelling at him and waving her arms in the air. Aww, trouble in paradise, I think with a chuckle.

As I pull out of my driveway, I see Tom, flinging his arm in the air, and stomps into the house, leaving the pretty brunette by herself, as she starts to walk down the street.

Aaand the walk of shame begins.