My phone vibrated wildly on the kitchen worktop with my alarm going off, I grabbed it and rushed upstairs to my room. I dashed inside the door, shutting it quickly behind me, and stared out my window—gazing at what had to be the best sight ever. There was Ashley just waking up and getting out of bed. I could feel the bulge growing in my trousers already. God, did I want her bad. I watched her perfect sixteen-year-old ass wiggle its way out her bedroom door. I spent the rest of the day picturing her in my mind and daydreaming how good it would be have my dick pounding into her tight pussy—it would be heavenly.
That night I put on a t-shirt of my favorite band, Bullet For My Valentine, and a pair of black jeans with my blue converse trainers. I was heading out to a gig that a local band was playing at. I didn’t know if they were any good but, hell, who can turn down a good old-fashioned mosh pit. There was another reason I wanted to go: Ashley would be there. During physics, I overheard her talking about going to the gig with her friends, they were discussing what they would wear. I got to the gig and picked out a table close to the stage in case a song I liked got played. Soon, ‘Waking the Demon’ came on and I jumped straight into the mosh pit. It was exciting, fast paced and most of all fun.
“Start the pit!” the lead singer called out and everyone went crazy. I spotted Ashley through the commotion and couldn’t resist squeezing her ass; I mean who would notice with all this going on in the background. I squeezed that perfectly round ass and man it is one of the best I’ve ever felt (fair enough, it was the first one I had ever felt). That’s when she looked straight at me and in those briefest of seconds I was complete it was amazing to make eye contact with her like this, but it was short lived.
“Were you touching my ass?” she called out over the pounding of a truly epic guitar solo.
“Course not, do you think I’m a perv?” I shouted back. I was getting anxious at this turn of events
“Well you do tend to look through my bedroom window a lot,” she replied with an innocent smile on her face. I felt a bulge start grow in my jeans.
“Sorry, I guess my desk faces your window,” I explained. Happy that the conversation was more lighthearted now, but mostly from the fact that I was actually speaking to her.
“Nice excuse. You want to go somewhere quieter?”
“Yeah, sure thing,” I answered, a bit stunned.
Ashley led me away from the stage, looking back at her friends and waving. I couldn’t believe what was happening this was unbelievable. I was going to hang out with Ashley Connors, the girl of my dreams. Ashley kept hold of my wrist and led me into a disabled toilet.
“Do you have a crush on me Max?” she asked mischievously while licking her lips lightly.
“Course not, why you ask,” I lied. A bit too quickly, because Ashley smiled at me.
“Is it my ass?” She pouted while turning around and bending over. Oh god, all I wanted to do is ride her like there’s no tomorrow.