Sleepy Insomniac

Taste the Rainbow

Chapter 4

Rain hammered the windshield so hard John could barely see. Lighting bolted down and thunder roared its way through the dark countryside as he tried to stay between the lines of the road. Not looking down, he pressed the AM radio button and cranked the volume; mixed static filled the airwaves with a faint, robotic voice cracking through at random intervals.

“-REPEAT. THERE IS A SEVERE THUNDERSTORM WARNING FOR THE COUNT-SSSSSSSSSSSS-” John turned it off.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to get you there, Ashley, I’ve driven in worse,” John reassured her, “I may have to pull over at some point though, between the downpours.” To John, his voice sounded like an echo at the end of a long tunnel. His mind was too preoccupied, wheeling thoughts around about what he had just heard and spoke to this little girl. He noticed the more he talked, the more he got attached to her, slowly soaking in the layers of her story as they came to light, revealing the tragedy behind the epic beauty riding beside him in this car.

He had to refrain from looking at her; the light from the headlights alternated as the wiper blades and rain glided across the windshield. It made her look like a sparkling angel, light resonating off her at various degrees. He knew it would be a bad idea to provide himself more reasons to emotionally attach; his relationship with her in an hour already felt deeper than his current relationship with his daughter. Linda had kept Megan away from him, even early on when Megan was still young, leaving John effectively outside the loop as to Megan's daily activities. John was never good at connecting their lives; he knew he should've found a way, and he tried, but nothing substantial ever came of it. Hell, Ashley seemed to connect more with him than he ever did with Linda, even. Maybe it was his mind justifying the situation (Let's be honest, John...it is, he thought), but what got him the most about her was the flame he so clearly saw emerging between them. The sparks with Ashley were sporadic, but when they hit, they burned. They burned bad. If it happened again, John wasn’t sure he would be able to put them out.

Ashley's hand touched John’s arm. His entire body flushed.

“Where do you live?” Ashley asked, softly. John’s heart sank and his penis immediately started to rise. He wasn’t totally sure where this would lead him, but he really wanted what he shouldn’t. As the responsible adult, he was the one who needed to cater to her, tend to her emotional difficulties, and not allow her to believe he was this savior he desperately wanted to be.

“I can make it, really…there’s nothing to worry about,” John tried to say without sounding disappointed. The rain, however, continued to spray in waves against the glass, like an automatic carwash that had gone dangerously haywire.

“John, look at me,” Ashley coolly said. John never imagined, at 43, he would be in a situation where an 11-year-old girl would make him feel like he was talking to the biggest crush of his life. He felt like a schoolboy again; perhaps her age reminded him of girls he would hold hands with during recess and the intimidation he felt then. But, this girl was smarter than he was today and she was literally a quarter of his age.

Reluctantly, he looked at her...and immediately regretted it. Light poured through the rain even more brilliantly than before, making her appear beyond radiant, beyond real. What made it every bit as worse, and what commanded John's every action at that moment, was the face she wore. It was a face of complete insistence.

“My father doesn’t even know I exist…he’ll assume anything as long as it means he has the house to himself for a night,” Ashley explained. Her voice returned to that woman cadence again, but still with her sweet, heavenly voice. John had to make himself look away. He drove in silence as the rain danced in step across the window. After a few moments, he spoke.

“My house isn’t far,” John said, giving in.

“Let’s go there then…we need to get out of this storm,” Ashley calmly suggested. Silently, the Subaru made a careful U-turn, changing course.

John really didn’t have to go far; he wondered why Ashley gave him the route she did to her house, but that didn't matter now. John pulled down a gravel driveway and he could barely see his house through the downpour and lack of street lights. It was one of those old two-story houses with white panels and a small, uncovered porch by the front door. He kept the house after the divorce, thankfully, but much of what was inside had to be bought after Linda cleaned everything else out. The front door was a decent way from the driveway; a nice sidewalk looped around from the driveway to the front porch. The yard was big and the door looked like a good fifty feet from where they were parked.

“I don’t have an umbrella,” John confessed, “we’re going to have to make a run for it-” Ashley interrupted John by getting out of the car and bolting down the sidewalk. John hurriedly unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door, rain slamming down on him as he shut it.

John chased her, trying to catch up. His tie fluttered like a propeller as he ran and his dress shoes became heavy, making it difficult for him to sprint. Both of their feet sloshed across the sidewalk as they shielded their eyes from the incoming rain. Then, Ashley slipped. She fell over, hard, into the grass, rolling a few times until she stopped, face-down in the lawn. John panicked and forced his feet to sprint, despite the chance he would suffer a similar fate. But he didn't, and arriving at her side within moments, he quickly kneeled and assessed the situation.

“Are you alright?! Are you OK?!” John said, truly worried. Ashley pushed herself up off the ground and leaned up to his ear. She was so close John could feel her breath venting from her mouth as she breathed, deeply.

“I’m here with you,” she whispered, as much as she could through the rain. John didn’t really think on her comment too much; when she didn’t stand, he took her up into his arms (quite easily, he noticed) and carefully carried her up to the porch. Her head gently rested against his shoulder as he approached the front of the house.

When he reached the screen door, he opened it up with one hand and, still with Ashley in his arms, gave a massive kick to his front door. The door flung back on its hinges and bounced off the stopper as John rushed into the landing by the main stairwell. He kicked his foot back against the door, shutting it. The main door knob was broke, but there was still enough of a latch to shut out much of the roaring sound the rain gave off. It grew quiet instantly.

John set Ashley onto her feet and took a few steps back, giving her room while he wiped water out of his eyes and frizzled drops from his hair. He was winded and drenched to the core; his torso was showing through his soaked white dress shirt. He eventually settled with his hands on his knees, leaning down, resting while he tried to gain his breath back. After a moment, he looked up.

Ashley was standing there, quietly staring at him. Enough light emitted from a nearby room to showcase her drenched, lightly silhouetted body. It was a sight men dream about; her hair thick and wet, giving her wet bangs that cradled her entire face now. Her slightly pale skin was glistening as well as her eyes, both contrasted by the dark, solid colors of her soaked clothes and hair. Her blouse sealed against her figure, showing how timid her body really was while at the same time showing how womanly her figure had become. Her skirt sank between her legs, showing off a perfect V made by her waist and thighs. Water dripped on the floor where she stood, forming a series of small puddles surrounding her slip-ons. Her body mildly shook, almost afraid, not because she feared what he would do to her, but what would happen if he didn’t.

She unclipped the back of her hair, throwing the clip off to the side and letting her hair fall. Her hair dropped to a little over shoulder length, streaming into her back like tiny waves gently crashing down. She looked up, into his eyes, trying to lure him with her deep brown gaze like sirens lure men with their voices. It was obvious what she was asking; all she needed now was an answer.

John froze, and not only his body: all thoughts, all self-control, all conscious ceased to function. The simple gesture was more than enough to tease him, provoke him, or do whatever else Ashley's brilliant mind had laid out and executed with such precision; it was enough to send John over the edge. He did not care what this would make him. He did not care if monsters did this. He knew what he wanted more than anything in life or in death and he was going to take it. He was going to fuck this girl.

John immediately took three heavy steps to her, cradled the back of her head, and kissed her. It wasn’t rough, but it was firm and Ashley’s breathing immediately let loose through her nose. Warm wind streamed across his cheek as he covered her entire mouth and then some with his own. She didn’t seem to know what to do, so she slowly moved her head in a circular motion, hoping this was the right action. John responded by slowly prodding his tongue into her lips and gently urging her to open them. She did and her tongue came out into his mouth, and his into hers. John’s heart pounded and he held her tighter, reaching down, squeezing her ass and pushing her as tight as she could press against him. Her belly pressed firmly against his fully extended erection through his pants and his erection rested there between her belly and his hips. Her body was so wet, warm and tight John felt the urge to start humping her like that, but he restrained himself. He enjoyed her innocent, polite tongue sliding about in his mouth; like the rest of her, it was small, but all thoughts of being ashamed by taking what he dare not, they were long gone.

John knew he needed to hold back as much as possible; the night was just beginning, but the urge to take her for everything she had was pulling at his crotch even harder than the first night he discovered masturbation. He also knew only pleasing himself would significantly lessen the experience compared to what it could be. He wanted this to be the best night either of them would ever have, but even thinking that felt like a big, fat lie. John felt, in many ways, it already was. Now it was about how far it would go...tonight, tomorrow, and days after. As far as we can take it, John thought, smoothly kissing her with her small head between his hands. As far as we can take it.

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