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Carlos stopped at the door of the weight room. The Yellow Ranger was currently spread on her back on the bench press, slowly and methodically pushing the bar with its phantom weights up and down. He didn't quite understand how the device worked, really. The only equipment was a very light bar, weighing no more than thirty pounds, but just by pushing a few buttons, the weight would increase to the desired level. It felt like real weights, and it was much more convenient. And for all practical purposes, it worked the same.
However, Ashley seemed to have a slightly different use for it. As she brought the bar down to her sternum, she shifted slightly, rubbing the cold metal against her nipples, which were straining against her yellow workout t-shirt. Carlos swallowed hard and lingered back a bit, quickly glancing up and down the hallways. He knew that the two of them currently had the ship to themselves; Cassie and TJ were showing Andros around on Earth.
For a moment, Carlos envied his friends. Cassie and TJ hadn't seemed to experience this hyper-horniness that came with their Space powers yet. Of course, for all I know, the three of them are at the Galleria, in one of Jay-Z's spacious dressing rooms, all naked, sweaty, kissing, fondling, touching, licking, suck-
Carlos shuddered and sucked in a sharp breath. His erection ached and pounded in his pants, and he idly stroked it through his trousers, jerking his hips forward with the sexual electricity pulsing through him.
Still stroking himself, he looked back into the room and literally could not believe what he saw. Ashley had abandoned the weight bar and was currently pressed against one of the rounded supports, writhing and pushing against it urgently. Carlos would have laughed out loud if he hadn't been so astounded. Ashley's humping the weight machine!
He remembered Adam's advice from yesterday. He hadn't had a chance to talk to Andros, yet. Actually, he had had plenty of chances to talk to Andros. He had just chickened out and not talked to him yet. And now, it looked like Ashley was... what had Adam called it? Spiking? Whatever it was, she looked as horny as he felt.
Carlos was about to retreat to the safety of his room to masturbate, but something stopped him. He remembered how scared he had been yesterday with Adam, but afterward, he had felt physically and mentally better. Maybe having sex with Ashley would help her feel better, too. Well, that's one rationale.
Before his nerves got the best of him, he blurted out, "Ashley?"
Ashley gave a panicked scream and backed away, instinctually trying to look casual. "H-hey, Carlos," she stammered. She picked up her towel and quickly blotted the sweat off of her face. Carlos suspected she was actually trying to hide her erect nipples. "What brings you here?"
"Ashley, we need to talk," Carlos said gently. He walked into the room and sat down beside her on the bench.
"'Bout what?" she asked, fidgeting. Carlos caught her eyes scanning his body, but he tried not to notice. That, and he was also too busy trying to give her a good once-over as well.
"Well," he started. When he thought about it, there really wasn't a good way to ease into this type of conversation. "So, have you been horny lately?"
"This sounds very wrong," Ashley commented, after Carlos finished explaining their predicament in the privacy of her room.
"You can't really deny what your body is telling you, though," Carlos reminded her. "I mean, being a teenager can be rough on the hormones, but..."
"Nothing like that," she agreed. "But what happens if we don't do anything about it?"
"I don't really know," he said. "According to Adam, we can get pretty sick if we don't do anything...."
"I don't want to have sex," she continued. "I mean, I do- right now." Carlos blushed at her statement, but it didn't even seem to register with Ashley. "But not like this. Being a Power Ranger isn't worth this."
"From what Adam told me, everyone else was okay with it," Carlos said, trying to reassure her. He hadn't even propositioned her yet; he was just trying to give her the backstory as best he knew it. "I guess some of the Rangers were scared in the beginning, but... they must have gotten over it."
"What was it like?" Ashley asked out of the blue, surprising him. "Having sex, I mean."
"It was such a relief," Carlos admitted. "Just-"
"No, I just mean... You can't answer my question, I don't guess."
"Maybe I can," Carlos said, trying to get her to warm up.
"I want to know if it's going to hurt," she said, "when you, y'know..."
She said you! Not 'A Man,' but you!
"I don't know, Ashley," Carlos told her as calmly as he could manage. "I... I guess it might hurt a little."
"It isn't fair," she groused. "Guys don't have to put up with anything like that."
"No, we just have to deal with public erections and-"
"If we're going to play who has it tougher, I'm going to win," Ashley told him.
"Fair enough," he conceded with a half-grin.
"How much have you done with a woman, Carlos?" Ashley asked, reaching out to take his hand. She entwined her fingers with his securely and stroked the back of his hand with her other hand.
Carlos groaned almost silently at her touch and was quiet for a few moments, contemplating his answer. "At last homecoming, Laura Simpson gave me a hand job behind the gym. I tried to do the same for her, but..."
Ashley raised her eyebrows and gave him a quirky smile. "How did that happen?"
"We were dancing, and she grabbed my dick through my jeans," he said brazenly. "She whispered in my ear to come with her behind the gym, so I did. When we were hidden, she undid my belt, reached in my jeans, and stroked me until I came. I was so excited it didn't take long. I tried to get her off, too, but... I got a few fingers inside her, but Mr. Caplan almost caught us, and it just never happened again." After he finished his tale, he was blushing fiercely.
"I haven't done anything with a guy," Ashley told him. "Well, I mean, I've kissed and stuff, but nothing serious."
"Do you, maybe, want to now?" Carlos asked. "With me, I mean."
"I know," she grinned. "And, I think... yes."
He turned partially toward her, the realization of the situation suddenly occurring to him. Oh, God, now what?
He placed a gentle hand on the back of her head, and as he moved toward her, he gently pulled her to him. Her eyes closed, but as his lips brushed hers, she seemed to spring to life, kissing him harder than he had started to kiss her. He playfully nipped at her bottom lip with his teeth, but she seemed to be interested in none of that, instead pushing her tongue into his mouth. Her enthusiasm seemed to ignite his own hormones, and he began to push back against her, sure that they probably looked ridiculous in their animalistic urgency but so caught up in the physical and mental sensation of the moment that he really didn't care. Carlos suddenly yanked back from her, his mouth open in a silent gasp. Ashley's left hand was grinding against the tent in his pants, stroking his dick through the material.
"You like that?" she asked heavily.
At his brief nod, she slid down his body, fumbling with his belt buckle. She put a palm on his abdomen and pushed him back. He took the hint and leaned back against her bunk, waiting in almost frightened expectation. He bit down on his bottom lip, watching her intently. She unbuckled his belt, stopping in the process only to remove both of their shoes and socks. Then, she moved back up to his waist, slowly undid his zipper, and hooked her fingers in his waistband. As she pulled his pants and underwear down, he pulled his jacket and shirt over his head, dropping them to the floor. She began to stroke him, her hand gliding from the base of his phallus to the head. Obviously, the Yellow Ranger was unsure of what to do, and Carlos suspected a clue might help her. "My balls," he blurted. "Please, touch them."
As she stroked him with her right hand, she fondled his nuts with her left. He groaned and slowly pumped his hips up and down. He wanted her to take a harder grip; she was playing with him like she expected him to break. Nonetheless, her hand felt more incredible than his own ever had.
Ashley watched his manhood intently. From the gaping slit in his now-flared dickhead, a small quantity of a clear liquid she presumed to be semen was seeping. She held his rod firmly at the top, moved closer to his groin, and took a brave lick at his cock. He shuddered and moaned --obviously a good reaction. She pumped him a few times more, and then gave him another lick, this time taking her tongue up his full length. As her tongue made contact with the head, both he and his dick jerked. Assuming that to be a very good reaction, she pushed her fears out of her head and closed her mouth around the swollen glans, swirling the tongue all around him. She bobbed her head a bit, letting a few inches slide in and out of her mouth.
"Oh, yes," he panted, trying his best to keep his eyes open to watch. He reached up to the compartment over her bunk and grabbed it with both hands. The muscles in his arms strained, and he found himself thrusting with his hips. Ashley was doing her best to hold on, with one hand around the base of his dick and her mouth sucking on his head. "Please," he pleaded, so close to orgasm. He felt his balls drawn in tighter against his body, and then, he came. Semen pulsed up and out of his dick, shooting into the air in multiple spurts, all of which landed on Ashley's sweatshirt. "Oh, thank you," he sighed, cradling her face in his hands and giving her a gentle kiss. "That was awesome."
"I did okay?" she asked hopefully.
"You did incredible," he assured her. "If I can do just half as good for you..." He kissed her again, noticing a slight musky tang on her tongue and lips. He shifted position on the bed so that he was kneeling. Already, his erection had returned, but at the moment, he just wanted to return the favor to her.
He pulled her shirt over her head with her assistance and tossed it to the floor. Beneath, she was nude, and he swallowed at the sight of her bare breasts. He cupped one breast with his hand, pinching her nipple gently. It pebbled in his fingers, and he lowered to her chest and lapped at her nipple with his tongue. He swirled his tongue around the rosy point, sucking eagerly. She sighed softly, placing one hand on the back of his head. Carlos switched from one breast to the other, his face literally buried in her cleavage.
Then, somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized there were probably places she would enjoy him paying attention to more than her breasts, and he began to slowly lick his way down her sternum and stomach, stopping at her belly button to swirl his tongue into the indention. He easily slid her shorts and panties off, sliding his hand down the curve of her hip. He lowered to her groin and inhaled deeply.
Carlos extended his tongue and swiped across her puffy outer lips. She sighed deeply, breathing in sharply through her nose. He spread her legs a bit more and took another lick, this time obtaining an actual taste. Intrigued, he licked harder, his tongue sliding through her lips and hitting a small, hard-ish nubbin. Realizing it must be her clit, he used his fingers to part her lips and visually locate it. He found it, and although briefly disappointed at the relatively unattractive appearance, he flicked it with his tongue. He flattened his tongue and licked up her slit. His tongue ran over her clit again, and he sucked on it, trying to pull it between his lips.
"That," she said in a deep, husky voice. She bent her knees and bucked her pelvis upward, hitting him in the chin.
He licked again, extending his tongue to tap against her clitoris. Using his index and middle fingers, he placed them over her pussy in a V-shape and pushed down a bit, imploring her clit to come out further. His thumb tucked into the entrance of her vagina, and he idly pumped the digit in and out of her. He began to lick harder, paying particular attention to the tiny lump of flesh. As he serviced her with his tongue, her moans began to increase in depth and urgency. He felt the muscles of her legs tighten, and her fingers were tied up and tangled in his hair. Her juices were flowing more freely now, and he realized this was a taste he could happily get used to.
Dimly aware of his name being said over and over, he removed his thumb but slipped his index and middle fingers inside her. The warm, sticky flesh that surrounded his fingers sent a pulse through his entire body. He released a shuddering breath as he imagined his cock in that same place, and he began to lick harder yet.
Ashley was moaning freely and grinding against him. He had one hand on her waist, his fingertips pressed against her firm cheeks. Her muscles suddenly strained, and Carlos felt a greater amount of her syrupy fluids coat his lips and chin. Her cries reached a strained, erotic peak, and he realized with no small amount of pride that she had just had an orgasm. An article from a men's health magazine sprang to the forefront of his mind suddenly. 'Nothing gives a man more confidence than making a woman come.' Now that he had the experience, Carlos was inclined to agree.
Unsure if he should do so without asking, his body was nearly demanding he mount her. He climbed up on the bed and placed his body atop hers, but didn't penetrate. His penis was hard, full and ready, but he wanted her approval. He knew it was a big step for himself, but he could only imagine that it was an even bigger step for Ashley.
"Was that good?" he asked hopefully.
She grinned an impish smile and wiped his chin with her thumb. "You're all sticky," she said. "But you did great. That felt incredible."
"Can- I mean..."
"Just go slow," she said. "I don't know how much it'll hurt. In fact..." She reached down the side of their bodies, and Carlos suddenly felt her hand on his penis. She shifted beneath him, and he felt her using his dick like a sex toy, rubbing her pussy with it. His eyes drifted shut, but as she placed him at her entrance and guided him partially in, his eyes shot open. Just go slow...
Carefully, he pushed forward, feeling her tightness open just enough to admit him entrance. Then, he felt what he knew had to be her hymen. Tighter still, and he was a bit surprised to find it an actual physical hindrance. He realized he hadn't really known what it was, but he hadn't expected it to be quite like that.
"What do I do?" he asked nervously, the muscles in his body trembling with the urge to go on. Ashley slid her hands down his back and cupped his buttocks.
"Just go," she growled suddenly, thrusting up with her pelvis at the same time she pulled him into her with her hands. She gave a slight cry, and by the time it was over, Carlos realized he was all the way in.
"Did it hurt?" he asked nervously.
"A little," she admitted, but she was already moving beneath him. "But keeping going," she urged.
Carlos slowly pulled out and just as slowly thrust back in. He managed about three of his slow, long strokes before he began to speed up. His pelvis rocked enthusiastically as he slammed into her; Ashley gave a short moan at the depth of each thrust as his pubic bone hit her clit. He suddenly felt her hand groping through their pubic hair, and he hadn't a clue what she could possibly be doing.
Suddenly, she pushed him over, keeping her thighs locked firmly around his. As he landed on his back, still sheathed in her vagina, she sat up. Carlos continued lifting his pelvis, rocking his cock within her. She looked down at him and placed one hand on his chest, steadily squeezing his right nipple, while the other ventured to her pussy, as she began to ride him. His eyes were momentarily drawn away from her delightful, swinging breasts as he realized she was stimulating herself with her fingers. Hoping to help, he popped two fingers in his mouth to wet them and placed his hand with hers. Their fingers tangled in a mad frenzy, and he wasn't sure if he was doing any good or not. Still, she began to rock harder and finger herself faster, and he took that as a good sign, even if his own rhythm was overwhelmed by hers.
His eyes found their way back to her breasts, rocking with her. Pleasure was radiating through his own nipple, which her fingers continued to stimulate, and he reached out to her. He plumped her breast in his hand and rolled her nipple between his thumb and index finger.
"Oh, God, yes," Ashley moaned, her head tilted back. She began to chant "yes" over and over, grinding herself with wanton abandon onto Carlos as they both fingered her to an orgasm. She came with a shout, almost losing contact with herself.
When the last waves of orgasmic pleasure passed, she found her face just inches from Carlos, where he had pulled her down to him. He stretched up and gave her a deep kiss, his tongue probing past her lips and plunging deep into her. With both arms around her body, he rolled her over onto her back. She bent her knees, and he began to slowly and methodically thrust into her.
Her fingernails raked his back, and their eyes locked. His tempo slowly increased, thrusting in deep and then lifting up as he pulled back. Again and again he plunged into her, feeling her warm juices coating his balls. He groaned deep and closed his eyes, falling into the sweet, steady rhythm of their lovemaking.
Fire burned in his groin as his orgasm approached. He began to thrust deeper and harder, a smack resounding as their bodies met. Pleasure rumbled up from deep within him, and with a gasping shout, he came, thrusting as deep into Ashley's body as he could. He felt his come pump into her, coating her insides and bathing his prick in even more warmth and wetness. His hips thrust deep and slow a few more times before he was able to stop, a few last spurts escaping him. He rolled to Ashley's side, dislodging himself. As soon as he was on his side, he pulled her closer, nuzzling against her.
The pair was still breathing hard as they relished the warm afterglow. Carlos kissed her on her jaw, butterfly-kissing her until he reached the corner of her mouth. She turned toward him, and they shared another kiss, stroking the other's tongue and tickling their teeth.
"I'm glad you were my first, Carlos," Ashley whispered to him, one hand lying on his chest and idly stroking his flesh.
"Me too, Ashley," he said. "Me too."