Ashley froze Kayla's expert fingers and touches, body flashing hot and cold.<br/><br/>He'd had his share of fantasies of being forceful with the girls.  More than just fantasies, really, he knew from experience that a lot of girls would yield to an unexpected kiss if he held it long enough and well enough, even if they denied it at first.<br/><br/>He didn't hesitate for what he was being asked to do--at least not for long--but for who he was being asked to do it to.  Chloe, queen of the geeks, with her freak collection.<br/><br/>Two years ago, in Mrs. Kent's classroom after school, in a moment of weakness he confessed to her that he'd once had a long braid of lustrous hair like his grandfathers, and he'd only cut it becuase he was afraid of being called girly.  She'd given him the courage to grow it back.<br/><br/>But he could no more admit that to himself than he could to Chloe, and so he grabbed a fistfull of Yellow hair and ravished Kayla's mouth with his tongue.  When he came up for breath, he gasped, "Girl, I'm going to enjoy your cherry as much as you're gong to enjoy watching her beg."