Free Ashes - Book 1 by Leslie Johnson Page B

But it was more than being laid. I kinda grew up. Started looking for direction. Looking back, it really changed my life.”
    “I bet,” he laughs. “A night with two girls … older girls at that. Every boy’s dream, right?”
    “I’ve never told anyone this, not even Beth.”
    “Beth? Why would you tell her? You keep telling me she’s just a fuck buddy.”
    I shrug him off and go back to the story. “The girls — women — were drinking and offered me some. I’d had some beers before, but this was vodka and juice. I got pretty drunk and Paulette’s friends were doing everything but jacking me off on the sand. Rubbing my body, both laying on my stomach. I was feeling them out while they were lying beside me. I’m sure Paulette could see it all, but she ignored them.”
    Ken’s mouth was wide open. “Holy shit, you hit the jackpot the first time. I would’ve done anything for that to be my first time. Hell, my now time.” He points a finger at me. “Don’t fucking tell Steph I said that or I will kill you.”
    I kick his chair leg, hoping to make him lose balance and fall on his ass. He doesn’t. “You know I’m kidding,” he adds. “At least the now time part. I’m perfectly happy with Steph. But a man can’t help thinking of what he missed.”
    Yeah. That’s my greatest fear. Missing out on something. Living with regrets.
    “You have to realize these girls were all four or five years older than me. They convinced me to go back to their room with them, against Paulette’s objections. They were drunk and I should never have driven anywhere, but like I said, I was young. What the hell did I know? I was nervous and anxious. I could only hope this was my shot.
    “When we got to their room, they pulled some wine out and we started drinking again. They kept asking me if I was going to be a cop or a firefighter. They said I had the perfect body for either and that they just wanted to taste every part of me. I told them I wanted to go in the army. I felt a hand grab my cock and squeeze. One of the girls told me she was an army brat and she got tired of moving every two years and that I should be a cop or fireman instead. She said I could save lives and have a stable life, then she stuck my dick in her mouth.”
    Ken rears back in his chair again, head thrown back, howling in laughter. “So you decided to be a fireman because some girl sucked you off?”
    “Why not? She gave mighty good head.” He roars again, wiping the tears from his eyes. I look at him and am struck with an evil plan.
    “Of course it wasn’t just the blow job,” I go on, intent on tormenting him with the details of that night. I’ll make him suffer knowing he’ll never have that kind of freedom again.
    I wait until he stops laughing and I have his full attention. “You should have seen this one girl’s tits. Easily double-D. I put my hand under her bikini top and just played with them. Squeezing them softly at first, but she moved my hand to one of her nipples and I felt it get as hard as my cock. She started moaning and whispered for me to squeeze them hard. I was afraid of hurting her, but she kept moaning, ‘harder, harder’.”
    I glance at Ken. Yeah. I have his full attention. “The other girl gave my cock a hard squeeze and she put her hand on her other friend’s tit. Then she pulled off her friend’s top and bit on her nipple. The groan was unlike anything I had ever heard. My first experience with pleasure with pain. The smell in the room was intoxicating. She grabbed my hand and put it down her bikini bottom. I was overwhelmed, but she moved it over the soft hairy mound and right onto her clit.”
    Ken is leaning forward now, forearms on his knees. I decide to go for the triple-X version of this story.
    “One girl was slowly licking and kissing her way down her friend’s stomach. Just as soon as she got to her belly button, she gave a quick lick and would run her tongue back up to a nipple. The girl was