Jenny's place

Ashton's eyes darted around the room, taking in the opulence that surrounded him. Every corner of the space exuded wealth and sophistication. The walls were adorned with exquisite paintings and art pieces that seemed to whisper tales of affluence. The centerpiece of the room was a massive 95-inch television mounted on the wall, flanked by luxurious furniture that looked both elegant and inviting. The entire hall felt like a gallery of extravagance, and Ashton couldn't help but feel slightly out of place.

"Ashton… where are you lost?" Jenny's voice broke through his thoughts, pulling him back to the present.

"Oh, nothing," he replied quickly, adjusting his pants subtly to conceal the growing discomfort in his dick. He shifted his weight, trying to distract himself from the persistent ache.

Jenny led the way to the elevator in the hall, her steps confident and unhurried. Yes, elevator in a hall. They had an entire elevator in their house. The hall itself was vast, filled with multiple seating arrangements and tasteful decor. She pressed the button, and the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. They stepped inside, and moments later, they exited on the first floor.

Jenny walked ahead, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor, and Ashton followed, his eyes still taking in the grandeur of the house. She stopped at a door and pushed it open, gesturing for him to enter. "Here, this is my room."

Ashton stepped inside and was immediately struck by the immaculate cleanliness of the space. As someone with OCD, he appreciated order and precision, and Jenny's room was a perfect embodiment of that. To the right, a neatly made bed with crisp white sheets and perfectly arranged pillows caught his eye. On the left, a long white desk housed a complete PC setup, complete with a headphone stand and a study area featuring drawers and a small lamp. A mirror attached to a vanity table stood nearby, with a flat cupboard seamlessly integrated into the wall. A chair sat in front of the mirror, likely where Jenny did her makeup.

In the opposite corner, a 52-inch television was mounted on a platform, with a PlayStation on the floor and a large bean bag positioned in front of it. Above the TV, two long bookshelves were filled with neatly arranged books. The room was a blend of functionality and style, and Ashton couldn't help but be impressed.

"Wow! Your room is so clean," Ashton exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

"I know, thanks," Jenny replied with a smile, clearly pleased by his reaction.

Ashton took a few steps further into the room, turning around just as Jenny closed the door behind them. He noticed more bookshelves , their contents meticulously organized. The room felt like a sanctuary, a space where everything had its place.

"Have a seat, Ashton," Jenny said, gesturing toward the bean bag in front of the TV.

"Yeah, sure," Ashton replied, hesitating for a moment. He wanted to sit but was acutely aware of the need to hide his lingering arousal. The pain had subsided slightly, but the discomfort was still there.

He settled onto the bean bag, trying to position himself in a way that wouldn't draw attention to his predicament. Jenny turned on the TV, and the room was bathed in the soft glow of the backlight. She switched off the main lights, creating a cozy, intimate atmosphere, and sat down next to him on the same bean bag.

Ashton felt a wave of discomfort wash over him. He was torn between his desire to be close to her and the fear of making the situation awkward. Jenny, however, seemed completely at ease, her confidence radiating as she handed him a controller.

"So, have you played football on a controller before?" she asked, her tone casual but laced with a hint of playfulness.

"Yeah, I've played at a gaming café before. It wasn't very fun, though, since I was alone and had to play against the computer," Ashton replied, trying to focus on the conversation rather than the proximity of their bodies.

"Don't worry, you can come to my place whenever you want," Jenny said, her voice dropping to a low, almost flirtatious tone. Unlike her usual shy demeanor, she seemed entirely in her element, her confidence unshaken.

"Are you ready to be absolutely dominated?" she teased fixing her glasses, a smirk playing on her lips.

Ashton chuckled, trying to match her energy. "Such confidence. I like that. Let's see who wins."

The game began, and for a while, they were both silent, fully engrossed in the match. Jenny started strong, her experience evident in her precise passes and strategic plays. She maintained possession of the ball, effortlessly maneuvering past Ashton's attempts to press her. She made a brilliant run with her wingers, delivering a perfect cross to her center forward, but the shot was intercepted. Ashton seized the opportunity, quickly passing the ball and attempting to build up his attack.

However, he found it difficult to focus. The discomfort in his dick was distracting, and he struggled to maintain his usual playstyle. He preferred quick passes and tiki-taka formations, but Jenny's defense was relentless. Just as he managed to get the ball into the box, her center backs intercepted, thwarting his efforts.

Then, the tide of the game shifted dramatically. Jenny's gameplay transformed, as if she had been holding back the entire time. She executed flawless dribbles and skills, moving like a seasoned pro. She delivered a through pass from the wing and followed it up with a stunning curl shot that found the back of the net.

Ashton was stunned. "Didn't you just buy the PS last week? How did you get so good so fast?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Jenny smirked, clearly enjoying his reaction. "So, how was that, Ash?"

"Ash? That's the first time you've called me that," Ashton remarked, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I like that."

"Ash sounds cute. The name suits you," she said, her tone light but flirtatious.

"You're getting a little too confident. Just wait and watch me make a comeback," Ashton retorted, trying to regain his composure.

They continued playing, but by halftime, Ashton was thoroughly outplayed. The score was 3-0, and Jenny's dominance was undeniable. She turned to him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hello…? Ash, what happened? I'm waiting for that comeback. This is so disappointing," she teased, poking her elbow into his side.

Ashton jumped slightly, his body tense. "Woah! Not there, Jenny."

"What happened? I didn't poke you that hard," she said, her brow furrowing in concern.

"No, it's nothing. I hit abs yesterday, so they're sore," he lied, brushing off her concern with a forced smile.

"Oh, sorry," Jenny said, her tone softening.

"No, it's fine," Ashton replied, quickly shifting his gaze back to the screen. He realized just how close they were sitting, their faces almost touching. The proximity was overwhelming, and he could feel his arousal intensifying. He tried to focus on the game, but his thoughts kept drifting back to her.

'Damn, she's so pretty…'  he thought, his mind racing.

"I'm getting the hang of this game. Wait, I have to score at least one goal," Ashton said, trying to distract himself from the growing tension.

"Try your best," Jenny replied, her smirk returning.

The second half of the game was no different. Despite his efforts, Ashton couldn't manage to score a single goal. By the time the final whistle blew, Jenny had secured a decisive victory.

"You said you've played this before, really?" Jenny teased, her laughter filling the room.

"Oh, come on! You play this every day, Jenny," Ashton shot back, though there was no real annoyance in his voice.

Jenny burst into laughter, her hand covering her mouth as she tried to contain her amusement. The sound was infectious, and despite himself, Ashton found himself smiling. But beneath the surface, the tension between them was palpable, a silent undercurrent that neither of them dared to address.

'I need to make a move but how can I?' Ashton thought.

"Alright… alright, you're too good… gg," Ashton said, his voice teasing as he shifted his gaze toward Jenny. His words were light, but his eyes betrayed the intensity he was feeling.

Jenny was already looking at him, her smile soft but unwavering. "You should let your hair down more often," she said, her voice warm and sincere. "It looks good on you." Her eyes locked onto his, holding his gaze with an intensity that made his breath catch.

Ashton smiled back, his own eyes never leaving hers. The reflection of the tv was seen on her glasses "Thank you," he said, his voice low and steady. "You're looking stunning today too."

The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the flickering glow of the TV. The soft light danced across their faces, catching in their eyes and making them shine like stars in the darkness. They held each other's gaze, the silence between them heavy with unspoken words, neither willing to break the connection.

"It's only been three days since we met," Ashton said, his voice barely above a whisper, "and you're already looking at me like you'd eat me alive."

Jenny's lips curved into a sly smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's only been three days," she replied, her voice just as soft, "and you've already stolen my heart, Ash."

Ashton felt a jolt run through him at her words, his pulse quickening. He leaned in closer, their faces now inches apart, and gently rubbed his nose against hers in a playful, intimate gesture. Jenny's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into his touch. Her hands trembled slightly, and she felt a sudden weakness in her knees, as if his mere presence had drained her of all strength. She craved his touch, his lips, the warmth of his body against hers.

Ashton, sensing her vulnerability, placed the controller on his lap and reached up to cup her face in his hands. His palms fit perfectly against the gentle curve of her cheeks, his fingers brushing the soft skin of her neck. She leaned into his touch, her lips parting slightly as if silently begging him to close the distance between them.

"Kiss me already, Ash…" Jenny whispered, her voice trembling with need. Her words were soft, almost pleading, but they carried a weight that sent a shiver down Ashton's spine.