Chapter 37

Ashley laid in her bed with her favorite book: The Outsiders. Usually reading made her comfortable as she cuddled up in a swarm of blankets, a cup of steaming hot herbal tea with a healthy spoonful of honey on the nightstand to read the book, however, she was restless. After everyone had fully left, including Charlie, who shut himself in his room to his own devices, memories from the day before returned. The stupid arranged marriage proposal, Johnny, and those damn holes that littered her dorm walls. Her throat burned with the wails of anger and sadness she forced herself to ignore until it went away. It was a tight, painful throbbing, the muscles in her throat were in a vicious game of tug of war; the muscles for swallowing fought against the muscles for her cries.

She desperately wanted to feel Johnny's arms smother her body against his in an intimate embrace, but she wasn't sure if she still had a boyfriend after yesterday's fiasco. That thought alone blurred her vision with unshed tears. 'Just keep reading about Pony and Soda, and everything will be better,' thought Ash dispiritedly.

But reading didn't work. She stopped, page after page, to drearily gaze at her clock.

5:28 P.M.

"They grew up on the outside of society. They weren't looking for a fight. They were looking to belong."

5:28 P.M

"I was sweating something fierce, although I was cold. I could feel my palms getting clammy and the perspiration running down my back."

5:28 P.M

"I get like that when I'm real scared."

5:29 P.M

Ashley threw the book away from her and thrashed around in her burrow of blankets to be released from her little prison. The bed shook, as well as her nightstand, which caused her now cold tea to spill over. 'You know what? Fuck you tea,' she growled to herself, then she pouted.'Why is time going by so slooooooow?'  she whined.

In the faint distant, lights of red and blue flashed through the windows of her room. Then sirens. Soon enough the lights and sirens were in front of her house along with the powerful tocsin of a fire truck. Ash ran to the door only to bump into Charlie.

"Hey liebling, I talked to the cops outside-"

What happened? What's wrong? Are you okay?

He smiled as she fretted over him, it made his insides feel all fuzzy and warm, especially as he had seen less and less of his little girl. "Calm down, I'm okay."

Then why the cops and firefighters outside?

"Ah yes. Well apparently there's an arsonist running around this neighborhood, setting small fires and what not. They say that he was last seen near our backyard," Charlie answered. "They want our permission to search the premises to make sure the bastard isn't hiding here."

Ashley breathed out in relief, Oh okay if that's it-

A scream broke out from somewhere in the mansion. "Ashley!"

Charlie and Ashley looked at each other in confusion.

"Baby girl! Where are you!"

Johnny.

She rushed over to the railings and saw Johnny in a heated argument with a police officer."Yo, back off man! Let me go in, my woman lives here!"

The officer guffawed obnoxiously. "Yeah right."

The greaser sneered. "I'm serious! Now you either tell me what's goin' on or you let me go."

A smirk painted across the officer's lips, "Or what?" he taunted. No way some low-life, greaser scum could do anything against an upstanding servant of the law.

Charlie acknowledged the policeman, "Thank you officer, but that won't be necessary. Let the boy, in." Johnny looked up, his eyes immediately found the person he unhealthily crazed over.

"Ash," he whispered. He pushed the cop to the side, he made sure to use a tad bit of unnecessary force against the prick and ran up the stairs. He engulfed her in a bear hug as soon as he reached the top floor, "I'm so glad you're safe."
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Charlie escorted the police officers and firefighters out the house while Ashley and Johnny sat at the kitchen island. She stood across from him, and he wanted nothing more than to pull her into his chest and smother her in kisses.

"You're being ridiculous babe," Johnny huffed. All night and all day he mulled over what he had done and devised an ingenious plan to win her over, but how was he supposed to set his idea in motion if she doesn't let him near her. "I said I was sorry," he apologized. Ash feverishly moved around the kitchen, away from her boyfriend, cleaning and picking up the already spotless counters. Johnny's shoulders drooped, a sad sigh escaped his lips, "I know I overreacted, it's just-" he sucked in air then exhaled out of his nose to calm himself, "thinking about that trust fund trash tryin' to pull some moves on ya made me see red. You know I would never ever hurt you. I would rather kill myself before I did anything bad to you."

Still, Ashley continued to clean the kitchen, but her lips trembled slightly. She knew Johnny meant what he said, she knew he has done everything in his power to make her happy. He'd buy her flowers (when he didn't have the money he'd pick the flowers in front of the girls dorm), his neighbors have a homemade chocolate business and exchanged for free chocolates in which he gave Ashley on a daily basis, he delivered some orders for them. Johnny was in the middle of securing a job at Shiny Bikes, however, the money he had earned so far was spent on her. Rather than being with his gang, Johnny has hung out more with Ashley (she felt guilty so she started to hang out with his gang more rather than her own).

Johnny has put up with her inner nerdiness and watched her favorite movies, not to mention animes. He has especially done a fabulous job in controlling his anger when it came to her male friends such as Jimmy, Petey, Russell, and the nerds. Overall, Johnny has been the best, loving boyfriend she could have asked for.

She reached out her back pocket for her phone, her will to stay mad at Johnny wavered considerably; it was gone, all gone. She had forgiven him the moment he showed up. I realized that.

He insisted hopefully, "Then you forgive me?" Johnny rushed to the other side of the island, but Ashley walked away to the other side, the two were like playing cat and mouse.

Not so fast!

Johnny heaved, "Yes?" He grew impatient as the seconds ticked by. If they would hurry and make up, he'd finally hold his girl.

I mean it this time Johnny Vincent, you lift one friggin' finger against me, not only am I going to kick your ass so hard, but I'm dumping you and there will be no second chances.

An inkling feeling of dread settled harshly in his gut like burning vodka as it descended from an esophagus. Fear mixed with grief rampaged his insides, it tore him to shred to even think of the possibility of not having Ashley by his side as his woman. If he thought he couldn't function without Lola in his life, then he'd absolutely parish into smithereens. His entire existence would be particles of nothingness without the girl of his dreams: Ashley Smith.

He swallowed down the lump that had lodged itself in his throat, "I-I understand darlin'. Now can you please," he opened his arms wide, "come over here?"

In a jiffy, Ashley hopped over the the counter and into Johnny's awaiting embrace. It felt wondrous to be surrounded by her boyfriend's strong arms, she felt at home. Johnny held her tightly, his right hand wandered down to her waist his left hand cradled the back of her head as he smashed his lips onto hers. Ashley hummed contently, 'This is how we ought to be.'

The couple pulled apart. Johnny rested his forehead against hers, "You know," he whispered painfully, "when I saw the cops outside your house, I-I didn't know what to think. I thought something had happened to you." His voice cracked at the end, sorrow drowned in his eyes.

"You scared me to death baby. Your face was the only thing I could see the entire time I hauled ass to get over here."

Ashley smiled, I'm sorry, honey.

Johnny growled underneath his breath, "Put your phone away babe, I'm tired of reading." He attacked her lips once more. The greaser lifted the prep off the counter, her legs wrapped his waist. He playfully growled and nipped at her neck and she squealed and squirmed underneath his touch.

A cough announced a certain interpreter ripped the young couple away from their special time.

"Can you not? I eat there," Charlie he pointed to the spot where Johnny had somehow laid Ashley on the counter with him on top.

Johnny hid a smirk as he watched his girl blush crazily. "No problem Mr. Williamson."

Liebling, go get the documents for Sanctuary and your homework. Charlie hoped to get rid of the female Smith for a few minutes and have a chat with her boyfriend. He knew she wouldn't question him.

The second she left, Charlie's friendly demeanor was replaced with hostility and hate.

"Um, you okay Mr. W?" Johnny cautioned.

Charles looked away, he struggled to search the right words but then thought, to hell with it. "Do you know what I have stuck, beneath my nails, Vincent?" he drawled.

Johnny gazed at the counselor in confusion. "I don't know.."

"It's wall putty Vincent, wall putty."

The greaser wasn't sure where the conversation headed, but he knew that look Charlie gave him. It was an ugly, hate filled glare. A look most preppies and authority figures gave all greasers.

Charlie didn't give Johnny a single chance to speak, "Can you imagine my surprise when I spent the night in Ashley's dorm because I was kicked out, and saw fist sized holes decorate her walls?" He explained into further detail how he covered the holes and repainted the walls, Charlie didn't add in the fact he took out the security tapes from the cameras Matthew had installed to figure out what had happened. Never thought he would say this, but he praised Matty and his insane overprotectiveness.

Johnny's lip smushed together in a thin line. It was a subtle reflex and he was glad he possessed the ability to skillfully to get ahold of his facial expressions while in front of adults, so it made it harder for them to get a read on the lead greaser. Unfortunately for him, Charlie was actually the most intelligent grown up there was in school, if not the only staff member Johnny knew that genuinely gave a damn to read students and their behavior. The greaser felt naked under his icy blue eyes. It was the first time in Johnny's life that he felt intimidated.

'Holy shit.' Johnny gawked inwardly, 'Those are the creepiest eyes I've ever seen!'

Charlie's eyes were the palest shade of blue anyone had ever seen; it was like a mixture of a white-ish blue, almost silver like. Combined with his dark chocolate hair and lightly tanned skin, the interpreter was hands down the most exoctic, strikingly unique man countless of women drooled over. In a way, his eyes reminded Johnny of a feline. Still, it didn't excuse him from being occasionally terrifying.

His cat like eyes bore daggers into Johnny's soul, he raised an accusing finger and pointed it harshly against his chest. "Listen, and listen good," Charlie fumed, "I don't like you and I will never like you. There is nothing you can do to ever regain my approval."

Jaw clenched, teeth grinded against each other, Johnny wanted nothing more than to push this guy away from his face. If it were any other piece of crap adult, he'd sure as hell show him not to mess with the king, but this was his baby girl's family. "I understand that sir."

"Did I say you were allowed to speak?" Charlie barked.

'You're so fucking lucky I don't axe kick you, you pig.' Johnny wanted to yell in his face. He realized why the man had gotten under his skin so much; Charlie was the closest thing to a father Johnny has met and he screwed up— badly.

Charlie exhaled through his nose, he had to calm himself if he wanted to finish his little speech. "Now, after that stunt you pulled, I would rather much have Ash break up with you. I am her mother, father, uncle, older brother all rolled up in one human body, therefore, it is my duty to protect her from everything and anyone that has the potential to harm her, especially violent and aggressive boyfriends," he seethed.

As official guidance counselor, Charlie had access to all student file personnel, and Johnny so happened to be one of his frequent cases. It was known that Johnny had a nasty temper on him, even Russell wasn't as easily angered as him. This along with his paranoia of people not taking him seriously and laugh behind his back gave him severe problems with anger management. Charlie had reviewed his file and saw how long his recorded was: vandalism, impudence, theft, violence, truancy, trespassing, etc. Violence, however, was the main offence. Fights were a regular thing for the King of the Greasers, and eventually, he became one of the tougher and better fighters in the school. Ashley didn't know this but, Johnny had made several threats to all the boys behind her back, even had his boys do some secret beatings. As a trusted teacher, word of this got back to Charlie.

"Look, I know how happy you've made my little girl lately, and as much as I don't like you and think she could do better, I will allow you to continue to date her."

Johnny couldn't hold back his tongue this time, "What the hell do you mean 'allow?" he exploded. "You can't tell her who she can or can't date, you ain't her father!"

Charlie smirked, "You're right, I would never make her do something she doesn't want to do— but that doesn't mean I can't talk her, give her some new perspective." It took the power of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit for Johnny to not beat the shit out of him.

"I ain't gonna give her up that easily, scum," he growled.

The corners of Charlie's lips curved upwards. He genuinely admired Johnny perseverance and utter devotion to the girl he helped raise since she was 10, but if it wasn't for that vicious streak then he'd happily support their relationship. "I know you won't Vincent, however, how long do you think Ash will put up with your insecurities? She'll eventually leave," Charlie predicted.

Johnny quickly raised his already clenched fist and move to strike the man in the jaw, but Charlie caught it in mid air. His frightful eyes flashed, for the first time Johnny felt fear: the kind that made him fear for his well-being.

"Who do you think taught Ashley how to fight?" Charlie asked gravelly as he added enough pressure that made Johnny's knuckles pop. The greaser slightly flinched, Charlie's voice was low and rough, but most of all, it was dead.

"Anyways," Charlie continued, "before I was rudely interrupted. You are going to clean up your act or else I'm gonna have to interfere, and believe me when I say this: I will make sure you two are done and done for good." Johnny believed the man's promise (more like threat).

"Understood?"

"Understood."

Just then, Ashley entered with a stack of papers and her backpack. Charlie instantly straightened up, his usual friendly smile returned and Johnny heaved a sigh of relief.

I finished everything, the only thing left is for you to review them and confirm the shipment.

"Alrighty then! I'll get right on it." Charlie walked past Johnny, he gently patted his shoulder playfully. Ashley noticed how her boyfriend stiffened, however she didn't give it a second thought; she assumed he was nervous because Charlie was basically her older brother and older brothers don't mix well with boyfriends.

Ash gave him peck on the lips, knowing very well Johnny hated short kisses. She then rushed upstairs to her room with Johnny hot on her trail, "Oh no ya don't!" he growled seductively.
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It was past 10 P.M, Johnny had left half an hour ago. Charlie made sure of that.

Despite their time together, it wasn't enough for Ash, so she had snuck Johnny back in to spend the night.

You have to be quiet or else Charlie is going to find out.

Mr. Williamson. Johnny frowned, his face  unpleasantly popped up in his mind. "Don't worry about getting caught babe, I'm an expert of breaking the rules," he smirked deviously.

Ashley wore a pair of grey sweats and a burgundy sweatshirt and Johnny was in his boxers. The two lay in her king size bed with their lips attacking each other. Johnny left a trail of wet kisses down her jaw to the middle of her neck. He tugged on the collar of her sweatshirt a silent plea to remove the pesky clothing. She arched her back, Ashley's brown orbs shined mischievously, a flirtatious smile played at her lips then she bit the bottom of the soft flesh to tease her man.

Johnny groaned huskily, "Oh baby."

Ashley pulled and played with the back of his hair before she yanked him in for another slow and soft, passionate kiss. Johnny never did slow or soft, he wasn't used to it. What he's done was more harsh and savage. He'd kiss Lola hungrily like he hadn't eaten in years. His moments with she-who-shan't-be-named was never sweet and loving, it was more of a banging-her-fucking-brains-out lustful sex. However, this moment wasn't with her, it was with his Ash, his baby girl. The girl who, for the first time, made him feel hesitant and nervous, like a virgin. He truly did not want to mess anything up.

"Do you wanna— ya know?" Johnny asked shyly. Ashley smiled at how sweet and gentle he was. She answered his question. Despite her understanding smile and cool composure, her heart raced a mile per second. She had never done what they were about to do, sure she had read countless of books with sexual scenes, but it didn't prepare her for the real thing. Johnny's face was so close to hers, she was able to taste his lips. It felt nice to have him so close, his body heat radiated off him and surrounded her, it made her warmer than usual. Guess now was the perfect time than any. She pushed him off her to slowly but surely, remove the sweatshirt. Once the barrier was gone, Ashley immediately retracted deep into the pillows, bashful.

Johnny froze, he couldn't believe what was about to happen; he was about to make love to the most perfect human being in the world. For a second, he felt as if this was his first time with a girl and blushed. 'Don't be a baby!' He mentally scolded himself. 'This isn't your first time, you've seen naked girls before. Ash isn't any different.'

But she was different. She was different in all the right ways.

Johnny let out the breath he didn't realize he held. He drank up every nook and cranny, every curve, every delicious bit of creamy tan skin his eyes could comb over. Ashley Smith was a true beauty; a snack that awaited to be devoured.

"Holy shit.." he whispered in awe. She had nothing underneath that sweatshirt. In a trance like state, he reached out to feel her breast but stopped himself. 'Not yet..' Johnny rebuked, 'Not yet.'

The black haired goddess frowned slightly. Why hadn't he touched her? Did he find her appalling? No, he didn't. She noted how his eyes lit up in desire, his jaw dropped slightly in awe. Johnny gazed upon his woman as if she were the rarest of all gems, she knew he appreciated the view, but then, what had stopped him? In a way, she was glad he didn't outright fondled her like she thought he would; harsh and impatient.

Instead, Johnny believed he should start off his expedition with her lips, then trail down her neck and torso, and finally ravish her the way she deserved. Sounded easier said than done if he was able to control himself. "You are by far, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he whispered lovingly. His bare chest pressed against hers, the feeling was indescribable. "Like a painting draw by the gods."

Then, he smashed his lips against her because he knew if he didn't do something soon, he's lose all self-control. Johnny pushed her deeper into the mattress, desperate to have her as close to him as possible. Ashley moaned into their kiss, and it riled him up more. He pulled away, much to Ashley's dismay, and smiled. Adoration shined in his eyes. The very tip of his fingers glided on her skin like water off of glass, from her hand to her shoulder; the trail left tingly goosebumps in its wake. She gasped sharply at his soft, but callous touch. Images of what other things his strong hands were capable of made her whimper. Pressure built up painfully between her legs.

Johnny squeezed his eyes shut. My god, if anyone had told him it would be difficult to please a woman without losing control he would have laughed in their faces. With Ashley underneath him, her ample breast flatten against his chest, the moonlight illuminated her face which allowed Johnny the delightful sight of his girlfriend's face. Her cheeks were flushed red— a red he had never seen before but nonetheless made her more appetizing than usual. The moonlight made Ashley's dark brown orbs gleamed a brilliant amber color, she shielded them with half-lidded eyes. She looked delectable as it was, but the sounds of pleasure that emitted for her mouth almost made Johnny go beastial.

"Please," he begged huskily, "be patient."

Ashley responded with a short, sharp nod. She felt Johnny quake when she mewled out, she saw his eyes flash dangerously. He was at war with the animal inside of him, the animal that wanted to flat out and claim her body. She was new to this, and wanted Johnny to take his time so that they may both greatly enjoy their nightly activity.

Johnny continued to feel her smooth skin, his lips pecked and sucked at her neck until he found the place that cause her to breath in strongly. As his lips attacked her neck, his left hand massaged her right breast, pinched her nipple whilst his other hand rubbed her womanhood through her sweats. The sensation was new and foreign to Ashley as she gasped at his touch, yet it was completely and utterly delightful. She felt herself grow uncontrollably wet, another ecstatic mewl escaped her throat.

That was it. She broke him. Johnny covered hers with a hungry growl, he grabbed both her legs and wrapped it around his waist; his hard bulge pressed into her sex. The mere feeling of him on Ashley produced an intense heat it made her shake underneath Johnny. She arched her back and grinded against him as he dragged his tongue from the crevice of her bosoms to the top of the sternum and blew on the dampen skin. Ashley held onto Johnny's shoulders and panted as he continued to harshly grind their sexes together.

Her heart bashed so hard in her chest, she wouldn't be surprised it was the momentum Johnny set himself to match.

Johnny pulled on her hair, he needed to grab ahold of something that wasn't flesh or else he would have left a nasty bruise. Ashley was so perfect, so amazing, he loved her. He slowed down considerably.

He loved her?

He took the time to gaze her face; Ashley had her eyes screwed shut, her mouth slightly agape, she looked like she was in pain but he knew better. She slowly opened her eyes, her head tilted to side as if to ask 'why'd you stop?'

Involuntarily, Johnny had stopped dead in his tracks. A piece of hair had fell from the behind of Ashley's ear and covered her right eye. "I-I," Johnny stuttered, he wanted to tell her how he felt, but he felt that if he did, it would ruin the moment so he kept his mouth shut.

Johnny lowered his head once again and peppered her throat with wet kisses, his hot breath fanned her skin, he palmed her what breast and she wailed out in pleasure. She had enough of his teasing and wanted more— and fast. Ashley clawed his chest, added pressure as she ventured down south. She tugged at the edge of Johnny's boxer before she stuffed her hand and grabbed his length. Johnny tensed under her touch, nimble fingers pumped up and down his length. The greaser shuddered, he immensely enjoyed the feeling his girlfriend's skilled hand gave him, enough to purr in appreciation.

Ashley bit her lip, she was extremely nervous, unsure if she was correctly 'handling' her boyfriend. She racked her head for all the sexual scenes she read for references. Johnny hissed as her fingertips massaged his length, she squeezed it for extra measures. He sat up, pulling her with him. He adjusted her on his lap, purposely placed her on his erection. She decided to torment him by grinding against him, then gradually bounced on his length. Sweat was beading on his forehead, his chest heaved shakily. Ashley stared at Johnny through hooded eyes.

"You're gonna..." Johnny grunted; it was difficult to form a sentence with Ashley's ample breasts vigorously springing everywhere. "You're gonna have to take these off," he implored as he gestured to the damned sweats.

She straddled him as she pushed him down on the bed. Ashley shimmied out of her sweats slowly, her body filling with heat at the thought of having someone staring at her. Even, she thought, if that someone was her boyfriend. Still, the reminder of the erection pressed up against her core made her shiver, and she shed her sweats quickly and efficiently.

Johnny's eyes were large, black almost in desire and they were completely trained on her. He was watching her every movement, as she tossed her sweats aside and straddled him again. His hands instantly flew to her waist, but she grabbed them and used them to push him down onto his back, adjusting herself accordingly. Truth be told, she had no idea what she was doing; that didn't seem to bother him though, if his boner was anything to go by.

Ashley pulled down Johnny's boxers, the last article of clothing left. For a painstakingly long second, she stared at his manhood. Her only thought was a quite simple one, but it terrified her more than any of them: There is no way that is going to fit inside me.

She slid on him painfully slow, a motion she learned from a book. She thoroughly enjoyed watching his brows furrow in concentration and his jaw clenched tightly. Her slow movements quickly became more frantic as she grinded against him. It was right there, rubbing against the slick folds of her sex. If she were to add any more force, he would be practically inside of her; all she had to do was push down and she could swallow him up, have him disappear inside her.

Ashley's hands quavered. Suddenly, she wasn't able to keep up with the tempo she so confidently had appointed herself. Johnny noticed her hesitancy; her hands lost its grip on his waist, the speed decreased, and her eyes watered ever so slightly. He hurriedly got up to comfort her, pushing her to the side gently to avoid any accidents.

"Sweetheart," Johnny cooed, "what's wrong? You're doing great." He figured she had gotten emotional because they were so close to fornicating their relationship. That was part of the reason why Ashley wanted to cry. She was so caught up with not messing up, with not wanting to do something wrong, that she didn't realize they were really doing it; they were really about to have sex. Emotions ran high, like a tornado mixed in with a tsunami.

Fear, anxiety, sadness, and dread combined with feelings of excitement, hope, and desire; one person couldn't feel that many emotions at once, or so Ashley thought. She genuinely felt that her heart was going to explode, if her lungs didn't do it first. Calm down, Ash. Breathe. She looked down, to reassure herself that this was actually happening. The tip of his cock prodded and twitched at her drenched entrance. Yep. They was about to do the deed.

She released a shaky sigh. There was no way she could continue what she had initiated. Ashley looked up at Johnny, expectantly. He nodded, having understood what needed to be done. Johnny switched their positions; Ashley underneath and him on top. His fingers kneaded the tender folds of her lower lips, in hopes to reignite her passion. She closed her eyes in pleasure, a subtle moan erupted from her throat, and she lifted her hips to further Johnny's fingers to play with her clit.

He pulled his fingers away, he stared straight into Ashley's dark eyes as he licked away her fluids off his fingers. She whimpered from the lack of contact to her womanhood; Johnny smirked. "Quick question," she wanted to strangle him, "What's ya breasts size?"

If he wasn't about to deflower her, Ashley would have punched him. She scrambled for her phone, 38DDD.

No more words were shared. Johnny positioned his fully erected length at her entrance, took one last glance at her beautiful face, and then slowly slid into her. He released a groan— but not one of pleasure.

Johnny blinked. Instead of seeing his gorgeous girlfriend, he stared up at the ceiling. He realized he was on the floor, the back of his head pulsed in pain. He sluggishly lifted himself off the floor into the sitting up position. Ashley promptly sat on her bed— fully clothed— with irritation written all over her face.

"How the hell did you get dressed so fast?" he asked flatly. To say he was confused was a big understatement. He looked down on himself and saw that he too was fully dressed into a pair of sweats and his grey wife beater. "How am I dressed?"

You were having a sex dream you pervert.

What? Johnny's mind reeled. How was that possible? He was certain he and Ash were having sex..

No.

Oh no.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Ashley looked at him incredulously, then glared at her idiot boyfriend. Yes I am sure we didn't have sex you creep. Your dry humping on my back woke me up!

In the middle of the night, Johnny began to sensually moan, and pant as he lightly hub himself on her mid back. It wasn't so much the noises and soft movement that emitted from him that woke her up from her deep slumber; it was the abrasive thrust to her rear end that made her rip open her eyelids and shove her horny, horndog of a boyfriend off her bed before he did anything else raunchy.

Johnny slumped his shoulders in disappointment.

What the hell was that reaction!

The lecherous bastard emerged from the ground and slipped back into bed. If you think for one second I'm going back to sleep with that raging boner poking the shit out of me you're sorely mistaken, mister.

"Don't worry baby, I ain't gonna do nothing," he responded flatly. As much as Johnny would like to recreate his dream, he knew Ash wouldn't be as eager as him. "Goodnight, sweet dreams dollface."

I'd say the same but I already know you've been dreaming quite nicely.

Johnny playfully slapped her ass. "Goodnight."

Before he got the chance to spoon her, Ashley placed a pillow between their sexes. She shot him a warning glare.

Several minutes had passed. Johnny disrupted the silence with one final question, "Are you a size 38DDD?"

How the hell did you know that?
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A/N: By far the BEST chapter I have ever written. Shout out to my best friend for co-writting the sexual scene with me because it took me a whole week to write it— not lying.

It's past midnight and it's official my birthday!!!! Ya girl 18!!!

You know what that means!! Getting a job and paying for my own stuff now 👍 So as a birthday gift for me to you, I give you this chapter! Lovely title ain't it? Lol

I sincerely hope y'all enjoyed reading this chapter because I had so much fun writing it.

Till next time!

~Artemis aka Legal Bitch