It was almost lunch time when he woke up and he looked up at me and smiled and told me he loved me. He then got up out of bed and tugged me with him t...o his bathroom and turned on the shower. We showered together which I enjoyed very much. I think he was too spent to do anything sexual we just washed each other and then dried off. We got dressed again in his room and he made his bed again before we went downstairs. He fixed us sandwiches and chips and we had a nice lunch. After lunch he asked me. Just see what happens.Figuring he had nothing to lose, Michael said, “So ... can I ask you something?”“Yeah?” Ashley replied, cocking her eyebrow.Michael was now beet red with embarrassment and sweating like crazy. “Well ... there’s a Valentine’s Day dance at the student union building tomorrow ... or at least, that’s what I’ve heard. And ... if you’re not busy ... I was wondering ... w-would you maybe w-want to go? With me?”Though Ashley was flattered, her subconscious worried that this might. “Proper drink.” The laughing protest died in her throat. Something about his attitude—its frankness or lack of guile—disarmed her. Without the old teacher-student relationship to fall back on, she floundered. “Eh, okay, whatever.” God, she never used that term. “Whatever you’re drinking.” “That’s more like it.” His stare lingered on her with a liberty she was sure she should discourage. “Double Bourbon, twice—Jim Beam if you have it—and two Millers,” he called to the bar-girl. Double … Good. This was incredible. It felt really nice, and the idea that I was jacking myself with my sisters hand around my cock made it even more erotic. I let go of her hand and she kept jacking me as I had showed her. I looked at her body. Her breasts swayed back and forth as she worked on my member. I reached out and pinched the nipple of her right breast – not hard, just enough to make sure she felt it and could object if she didn't want me to do it any more.She inhaled sharply. "What's wrong?" I.