Chapter 8 Fuck god

Chelsea's POV;

I get back to my hostel room, and on getting in, it's 12 on the dot. Ashley of course isn't here, and Tracy is still at the party. Which means I'm all alone for the night.

I turn the door knob shut and walk over to my bed. I throw my purse on it and kick off my shoes as I sit on my bed.

I can't help but remember my kiss with Asher. He kissed me like he knows me. Like we're lovers that have been long separated. The way he held me, the way his lip felt. How beautiful and perfect it felt... If I was allowed, that kiss would have lasted much longer than that.

Why did he kiss me like that? Why did I feel the way I did when he kissed me? It's... I know I might just be overthinking things. He's probably a very good kisser and kisses everyone like that... I mean, in that game, I won't be the only one he'd kiss.

But... Why do I feel this way? It's just a game. It's just a kiss, that's all... That's what Tracy said. Why then do I feel like this?? Why do feel hungry... For more...??

Why did that kiss do the things it did, to me, to me? My senses picked up almost every little detail about Asher during that kiss...

His grip on my waist, the way my breast were pressed against his chest... The feel of his lips... Heavens...

My gaze is taken up to Tracy's posters, and I can't look away. A certain, unknown heat begins to build inside of me as I stare at the posters. At men of all ages and colors showcasing the core of their manhood. Showing off their dicks with no shame or care in the world.

I never knew dicks looked like these... Or could be this huge... I place my legs on my bed and spread them apart. Exposing my core which is covered with the fabric of my underpants. Fabric that is now soaking for some reason.

I take my fingers to my core, and I inhale deeply as my finger finds my clit through the fabric.

Images of my kiss with Asher flash before me again, and I shut my eyes as I mount pressure on my clit. Causing a moan to escape me. I begin to massage it, and I bite my lower lip as sweet pleasure buzzes through me from there.

I take my other hand to my breasts, to attend to my nipple which is now throbbing for attention. Another moan escapes me as I capture my now hard nipple between my thumb and index finger, and give it a light squeeze.

My eyes keep traveling over the images of nude/unclad men before me, and the way Asher tasted, smelt, and felt, keeps harassing my memory...

My fingers slide under my pant and massage my pussy easily as it's now soaking wet, and I know I need something inside me. I've never done this before, and although I feel a bit scared, the horny mess I become is allowing my urges to overcome my fear.

I exhale in pleasure as my finger finds my opening, and I place the tip of my finger in. Sending a somewhat electrifying wave through me. My pussy is begging me to stick the entire finger in, and everything in me is screaming for me to do so.

This feels wrong, but at the same time, feels so right. I shut my eyes as I remember Asher's kiss, and just as I'm about to push my entire finger in, my phone rings. Startling me and causing me to let go of myself.

However, my face goes numb when I see the caller ID. It's my mom! I suddenly begin to feel like she could see all I've been doing tonight...

I quickly wipe my messy fingers and grab my phone. Receiving the call without any hesitation.

"Hello, honey... "She calls and I try my best to calm myself. I don't want her to detect anything wrong through my voice.

"Hey, mom... "I call with guilt chewing me up from Inside.

"How are you? You're not asleep yet? "She replies, and I gulp.

"N... No. I... I was studying... "I lie, and I feel a pang of guilt in my heart. I've barely spent two weeks here, and I'm already lying to my mom??

"Oh, that's good. It's better to stay up late studying than to be like those wayward kids who spend their nights partying and doing all sorts of unspeakable things... "She replies, and I fake a chuckle.

"Mom... It's six minutes after 12. Why... Would you call so late? "I manage to question, and silence follows.

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear. I just... Had this uneasy feeling that something wrong was going on. I... I had to call you to be sure you're okay... "She replies, and I gulp.

"You're alright. Right? "She questions, and I take a deep breath to push my guilt back.

"Yes... Yes. I'm... I'm good. Nothing wrong is happening here... "I reply, and I hear her let out a breath of relief.

"Alright, honey. Let me leave you to your books. But I'd advise you to go to bed now, though. You don't wanna miss church tomorrow... "She replies and my guilt comes at me again with full force. Like a blow in my gut.

"Yeah... Right... "I reply, and after the I love yous, she ends the call. Leaving me to my thoughts and guilt.

What the hell was I about to do!?

Masturbate!?

I've never done that before. How could I be so... Disgusting!?

What has come over me!?

I... I need to sleep. I can't do this! I won't masturbate. Ever!! Never again will this happen! Never again!

I walk over to the light switch and flip it off. Then I head to my bed, and lay in it, facing the wall. Looking away from the posters that are still begging me to continue what I was about to do.

I'm never looking at these posters again. And I will not think about the events of this night, ever again, either!

I'm done with all of it! I've spent just one week in school. I won't let that change me into something else. I'm not that weak!

*************

It's afternoon, and I'm alone in the room. Ashley is yet to return, and when I sent her a message earlier asking about her whereabouts, she replied to me with jibberish.

She was clearly drunk.

While Tracy sent me a message earlier today, informing me that she'd be back later in the afternoon.

I'm surfing the internet when Ashley suddenly walks in.

"Sup, baby... "She greets me as she walks to her bed and crashes in it, and I smile. Somewhat relieved that she's fine.

"Sup, Ash... "I reply, and silence follows.

"How was the club? "I question. Not turning away from my phone and I hear Ashley grunt.

"It was... Eventful. Almost had a one-night stand. "She replies, and I sit up in shock and turn to her.

"What? Don't look at me like that. I said, almost. "She replies with a laugh, but I still can't wipe the shock off my face.

The door suddenly opens again, and Tracy walks in.

"Sup, girls... "She greets as she throws herself on her bed, and I smile.

"Sup, Tracy... "I greet after Ashley, and she sits up.

"So, how are you feeling? "She questions. Facing me and my brows crease.

"Huh? "I can't help but question, and she giggles.

"You know... How do you feel after kissing Asher Wayne? "She replies and I feel heat instantly take up my cheeks.

Is she about to talk about my moan during the kiss? Would she really do that in front of Ashley??

"What?? She kissed Asher Wayne?? "Ashley suddenly exclaims, and I turn to her in fear.

"Yup! And it was one wet kiss! Almost turned me on. "Tracy replies and I turn to glare at her.

"Wow, Chelsea, that's awesome! How do you feel? "Ashley then questions, and I turn to her again. This time in confusion.

"Why are you guys asking me how I feel? Am I supposed to feel some type of way after kissing him? "I reply, and Ashley's eyes go wide.

"Of course, you should. You should be feeling on top of the world, right now! You just got something tons of girls can only dream of! "She replies, while jumping on her bed, and I turn to Tarcy, before looking back up at Ashley in confusion that has now gained more fat.

"And why is that? "I question, and she freezes.

"You don't know who Asher Wayne is, do you? "Tracy questions after observing my face, and I nod.

"Well... Does the name Gorge Wayne ring a bell to you? "She questions and I nod slowly.

"Yeah... He's only like... One of the richest men in the country and has the third most successful watchmaking brand worldwide. "I reply.

"Not only does he own the Mecnix watch brand, but he also owns a perfume industry and holds massive shares in other companies... "Ashley adds, and I nod. But I can't help the question.

"So? "

"So, Asher Wayne is the popular heir of Gorge Wayne. Asher is the face of his father's perfume industry, and the one to take over his father's empire. How don't you know that? "Tracy replies, and my jaw drops.

"Wow... "I mutter, and Tracy nods.

"Yup! You got a kiss from the one and only fuck god, and you don't even know what a big deal that is. "Ashley speaks, and my brows furrow.

"Fuck god? "I question, and Tracy facepalms.

"You got a lot to learn, girl... "She says, and I suck my lips in, in partial embarrassment.

"Asher is the popular, campus fuck god. Girls say that having sex with him is like taking a joy ride all the way up to the seventh heaven and coming right back to earth repeatedly.

Heaven alone knows how many times I've fantasized about his thick, long bonner ramming in and out of my tight little pussy.

God knows I'd give anything to have him fuck me just once... "Ashley says, and my eyes nearly pop. I guess I have to make peace with expecting to hear anything from this girl.

"Yeah... Tons of girls would literally kill to have Asher. For his looks and money. "Tracy adds, and I turn to her.

"But one thing them dumb girl always fail to realize is that Asher never does relationships. He fucks, and moves on. He never ties himself to a girl. "Ashley adds, and I turn to her.

"Yes, take it from me. He sees relationships as prisons. He doesn't like anything having power over him. "Tracy speaks, and I turn to her again.

"Wait... You know Asher? "Ashley questions and I understand her questions.

"Yup. Asher and I have been friends since childhood. My folks and his are really close friends. I and some other girls are the few legends... Or would I say pioneers who helped start his sexual escapades?

And in all my years of being Asher's friend, he's never stayed with one girl. Some girls even try to date him. They think they can bring out the best him... What fools! Especially that Vivian girl... "Tracy replies before taking off her shoes and laying on her back.

"Wow... But he's right though. If I ever get the chance to date him, I would never be his ex. I'd rather be his widow..."Ashley says jokingly, and I chuckle.

"If I were to advise you, I'd say. Get the fucking of your life, and move on. If you want to lose your virginity, Asher is the best option around. You would not regret it.

However, only go back to Asher if you want more good sex. But asides from that... You're looking for heartache and mental trouble... "She says before shutting her eyes, and Ashley speaks.

"I don't want anything but the good sex. All I want is for the baby boy to come fuck my brains out. "She says, and for some reason, I feel like she is still partly drunk from last night.

She also lays on her bed. But on her side and shut her eyes, leaving me alone in silence.

Asher is a fuck boy!??

There's no way in hell I'd let him touch me. That kiss is the closest I'd ever be to him. Fuck god or not, I'd never give my body to him.

I won't be one of the many girls he uses to satisfy his urges.

I'd stay clear of him from now on...