Author's Note: All the usual warnings apply.  This is my story, so keep
your hands off of it, no copying or distribution without my explicit
permission.  Any asking of permission, compliments, complaints, or comments
should be directed to my e-mail, frustrateddoublehelix@gmail.com.  I will
personally read and answer all e-mails.  This story is from the McCallow
series (they're not all MC, so when I get them written they will all be in
my personal author ftp, just look under Frustrated and then in the McCallow
folder).  The story "What Do You Think About Me?" is also a McCallow but
was not marked as such because the main action takes place after the main
characters had already graduated.  Read that story if you want pure cane
sugar; perhaps in afterglow.  This story details what happens when Abigail
lets her alter ego take control for an evening.

   OVERNIGHT FIELD TRIP: A MCCALLOW TALE

   BY: Frustrated

   The students at the regional tennis tournament decided to hold a dance
anyway, even though it wasn't on the schedule.  It was to be held outside,
on the main courts next to the tent.  It was at the same time as the Q and
A with the local champion.  I was disappointed, but decided on the Q and A
as something I just couldn't miss; I never wasted the opportunity to meet a
success.  Unfortunately, only three other people felt that way as well and
the local champ wasn't one of them, so the tourney authorities were forced
to cancel it.  Of course, I had already told the entire McCallow Senior
High School team that I wasn't going to be at the dance...

   I had my backpack with me.  I decided that Ashley would make
an...appearance...

   Staid singles finalist Abigail walked into the nearest women's room, and
twenty-five minutes later, wicked doubles champion Ashley walked out;
strappy black sandals, swishy black mini, tight shirt that clung to several
assets, long hair straightened, glossy lips, and the final touch; mirrored
sunglasses.  It was an effective disguise.

   Last summer at a tennis camp social, Abigail had found out what her
psychiatrist meant when he said that her "repressed desires and tendencies
would find a way to express themselves." Ashley stretched her arms.  On
her, even this seemingly innocuous gesture was sexualized; poor Abigail
didn't get much play.  Of course, it had surprised them both when they
realized that so effective was Abigail at repressing her desires, they had
not only created Ashley but endowed her with the power to get what Abigail
needed on the rare occasions Abigail let her out.

   Ashley strutted into the shindig and, knowing that the direct approach
works best, asked the first hot guy she saw to dance.  She gave him a song,
and another to the next, and another to the next.  There were just so many
guys there that Ashley could picture bucking on top of her, writhing with
her!  How could she choose just one?

   And then, five or six dances in, she was prowling solo and she spotted
her mark; Matthew.  Matthew was, tonight, especially delectable.  Ashley
cut in.  The spurned girl he had been dancing with stuck her lip out at
Ashley.  The little whore could be just as possessive of the next guy she
found; Ashley simply wanted this one more.  The other girl had thought she
was *so* lucky, to be dancing with such a hottie; Ashley didn't *need*
luck. The girl walked away, defeated, and the round went to Ashley.  Ashley
had their hips going round and round, grinding together.  She tossed her
hair back and smiled with her slick lips.

   "Hey hot stuff.  What's your name?"

   "M-Matthew.  You?"

   "Ashley."

   After their dance she stretched, leaning back and thrusting her twin
globes forwards, running her fingers through her hair.  Matthew removed his
hands from her side.

   "Hey, don't stop now.  You *do* have the endurance to last another one,
don't you?" She made as if to walk away.

   "Come here, wench!" He grabbed her by the waist and dragged her back to
him.  She smiled wide and moved in close.  She could have just used her
powers to get him to keep dancing and to enjoy it, but sometimes she
preferred good old fashioned manipulation.

   She spent their second dance moving against the hardness in his shorts.
The third dance she ran her hands down his back and neck and licked her
glossy lips.  Then she stalked off, swinging her skirt all flirty, giving
him the cute finger wave and a slow smirk.  She noticed him watching her.
She took a dance to escape him, winding around the court and through the
tent.  She left by the kid DJing on his iPod, tossing him a wink as she
headed back towards the main athletic complex on the campus the Tournament
was using for the weekend.  Ashley walked into the bathroom.  Ten minutes
later, Abigail walked out; jeans, sweatshirt, makeup washed off, hair tied
back, sunglasses in her bag.  And a naughty smile; oh yes, that.

   The shindig was ending and I caught the bus back to the motel with some
of the other players.  I went to my room and found Lilly already there,
smooching on the bed with her boyfriend Shain.

   I could hear motion in the next room over.  It was Matthew.  Typical
Ashley; she only wanted him because he had the room to himself.  Coach had
placed the least likely candidates for trouble next to the boys.  He was
*very* likely, so I must have been the most unlikely.  Poor man, he was
*so* very wrong.  There was a lot no one at school knew about me...He had
also made the strategic mistake of putting Lilly and Shain next door to
each other; he was on the other side, rooming with Jeremy.  I guess he
figured I would be a settling influence on either side.

   I made Lilly send Shain back to his room because I wanted to relax.  I
had this tingling feeling that told me I should take the chance while I
could still get it; Ashley wasn't done for the night.

   I was lounging and reading, my sweatshirt off because it was fairly hot.
The Ashley spaghetti-strap was on underneath, and it caught sounds of
motion from the next room, over the sounds of Lilly watching some chick
flick on Lifetime.  I crawled up to the wall and listened, kneeling on the
hard motel pillows, grasping the thin headboard.  I heard:

   "Ashley!  Oh dammit, Ashley!  *Where did you go*!  I need your number, I
need something!  I need you!  Ashley!  Fucking hell!  I fucking want to
fuck you!"

   I thought that Ashley had maybe overdone it just a wee bit with the
power; she didn't need to make him *raving* horny.  Ashley thought no such
thing.

   "My God," said Lilly, "Will he just freaking shut *up* already?"

   "You know what?  I think I'm going to go over there..." I said, a very
Ashley grin coming to my face.

   "Can I bring Shain back over?"

   "Eh, I don't know..."

   "Oh please?  I promise we won't be too loud.  If you'll be out of the
room..."

   "If I do this right, you can be as loud as you want."

   "Oooooos!" Lilly didn't know about Ashley or the power, but she did know
what no one else (especially Coach) did; I seemed demure, a steadying
influence, but I had a way of making sure things got raunchy.  The party
started when I started whispering suggestions.  Lilly would never tell; at
least not this weekend because it was about to score her lots of
after-hours time with Shain.  They had never gone `all the way,' but they
were into pretty heavy petting and I knew from experience that they could
rack up the decibels.  "Fine, he can come over.  Just stay off my bed."

   With utmost confidence, Abigail and Ashley merged again.  It was a quick
wriggle this time, out of jeans and socks and into the wavy mini and
sandals.  The make-up and glossy lips took but a minute.  My hair came
cascading out of its bun, and then just a second to place the sunglasses
just right...

   Ashley opened her inner door and knocked on his, where she could hear:

   "Oh Ashley!  I need to know, where are you from, what's your number,
what's your last name, and *why aren't you here on your knees*!"

   She knocked again, louder.  He opened it, blushing, expecting a noise
complaint or at the very least a vulgarity complaint; Abigail *was* known
for being rather prissy.  Instead, he got Ashley leaning on the doorjamb at
an a revealing angle (considering how low cut her top was), saying,

   "It's LaMensche.  Ashley LaMensche.  I think I could answer a few of
your other questions as well.  But first--" and grabbing his surprised neck
and pushing him deep into his own room, cutting off his air with her lips
on his.  This far into the game, there was no need to exercise any power
other than the one that all salacious girls have.

   Ashley wreaked her passion on his peaks, her frustration on his craggy
shores.  Mountains and valleys; questions of geography experienced
viscerally.

   Finally, here was someone she didn't have to maneuver and back into it!
He tossed her on the bed and she wriggled and thrust her hips up and he
complied, thrusting down into her with only the delay needed to force his
stiff cock out from the hole in his boxers.

   Matt slipped inside easily, spreading open her flesh; she gasped when he
slid past her g-spot.  He slowed his entry when he heard her gasp, and then
gasped himself when she shoved forwards and impaled herself on him, taking
his full length inside her.

   "Come on, you bastard!  Fuck me!" Ashley growled, and Matthew complied,
giving in to his animal instinct.

   Both went into a frenzy, slamming their groins into each other to the
beat of their first dance of the evening.

   They moved together with the force of waves colliding in constructive
interference, making them twice as strong because they built on each other.


   Finally, as all waves must, they peaked and foamed, slicking high over
the sea, slicing the air with their moans--- and then broke, sliding over
each other endlessly and crashing down on the shore.

   He fell asleep clutching her.  She could not be contained.  Nor would it
be wise.  She wriggled out of his grasp, swept her clothes into her arms,
and then swooped out of his room and into her own.  She closed both doors
with quiet little clicks.

   She would have expected maybe some tonsil-hockey-and-hickey action, but
the activity in the other room must have stepped up Lilly and Shain's
libidos, because the scene was quite different from that of the usual quiet
grope.

   Lilly was gasping and moaning, her skirt up around her waist and her
panties in Shain's left hand; the one he was stroking himself with. 
Shain's right hand had fingers pumping in and out of Lilly's sopping wet
cunt, sporadically grazing her engorged clit.  Lilly's pussy was making
squelching sounds and her mouth was making gasping sounds.  Her hands were
alternately fondling her breasts, tweaking the little nipples that poked
out through her tight t-shirt, and clutching the thin motel blanket, which
was already wet from a mixture of her sweat and juices.

   Well, if she couldn't get some sleep, she could at least capitalize on
the situation.  Ashley was never stuck with a score of love.

   "What's this, my pets?"

   "Oh fuck, she's back, Lil, she's back!" Both of Shain's hands stopped
their rhythmic functions.  Lilly just smiled and looked spaced out; her
universe had its center directly where Shain's fingers met her pussy. 
Almost too easy.

   "Shut it, Shain.  I didn't say you were allowed to stop, did I?"

   "Bu-"

   "No dice.  Back to work.  Just *look* at the poor girl; she needs
*release* and I am *hoping* that you are man enough to give it to her."

   "Abigail, what the fuck is going on?  Why are you talking like this?"

   She sighed, tapped her foot, and fiddled with his mind just a smidgen.

   "I am *not* Abigail.  I am Ashley.  And you really don't have the
authority to disobey me." She tossed her head; he restarted his dual
pumping with renewed vigor.  She turned her attention to her writhing
roommate.

   "Now pet.  Lilly, *look at me*." Nothing.  Lilly was too attuned to
Shain's knuckles.  She sighed again and strode over to the bed.  She
grasped Lilly's hair in one hand and wrenched her head so that her vacant
eyes were staring into Ashley's.  "Lilly, what do you think you are doing?"

   "S-Shain, is, (huh), making me feel, (o0o!) goooood..." Lilly shivered
in pleasure and let out a groan.

   "Well he may be.  *However*, one small detail has *not* escaped my
attention as I hope it has escaped yours, because if you had done it
deliberately, I would be forced to *come*" she said, making Lilly shudder
with anticipation of her own release, "to the conclusion that you had done
this on purpose, to hurt me."

   "Wha, wha...'id I do?" Lilly managed.

   "You mean what are you *doing*, because right now, at this particular
moment, you are lying *on Abigail's bed!* Abigail asked you to do *one*
thing, to stay off her bed, and you disobeyed her!  This means you must pay
penance to Ashley."

   Some semblance of consciousness came to Lilly's eyes, which opened wide
with horror.  "Oh shit...I'm so so sorry!  I didn't mean to!"

   "Apologies never solved anything.  I think a simple favor should do it;
a favor from friend to friend, so that you can prove to me that you would
never purposefully try to hurt me.  What do you think?"

   "Oh, oh (ahh), sure, of course, anything.  Friends!"

   "Good, because Matt's got my pussy all mucky.  I think a good friend
should help me clean it up.  Not exactly like painting toenails and
braiding hair, I know, but you should catch on quickly." She would; Ashley
would make sure of it.

   Ashley let go of Lilly's sweat-soaked hair and deftly leaped up on the
bed, her legs spread wide...over Lilly's face.

   "Come on, pet.  You know what to do; start licking!"

   Ashley felt Lilly's resistance waver, and then crumble.  With a look of
disgust on her face, Lilly stuck her tongue out and made on tentative
sweep.

   "Now really!  You made my bed all wet and squishy, so I'm going to do
the same to your face.  Open up wide!"

   Ashley let out a breath and unclenched her pussy.  A glop of Matthew's
spunk plopped down on Lilly's closed mouth.  Ashley put down a hand and
pinched Lilly's nose closed until she was forced to open her mouth and
drink in the sperm.

   "That's it, there you go!"

   Lilly licked her lips; she'd had a taste and now she needed more. 
Ashley made sure of it.

   "Oh, and Lilly?"

   "Mmf?"

   "You'll be keeping this bed and I'm going to take yours.  You know, the
dry one.  I'm sure you understand."

   Lilly didn't bother to answer.  Instead she dove in, licking the rocking
Ashley to orgasm after orgasm until she was quite clean...

   When she felt both sated and appeased, Ashley turned to the side and
woozily climbed off the bed.  She headed into the bathroom; it was time for
a nice hot shower.

   "Oh," she said as an afterthought, "and Shain?  You can stop staring and
go back to your room now.  It won't be nearly as strange in the morning."
With a yawn, she went back into his mind and put everything back where it
used to be.  Well, *mostly* everything.

   Matthew tapped me on the shoulder the next morning as I was locking up.

   "So you, uh, room with Ashley?"

   I said nothing.

   "I, uh, hope we didn't disturb you?"

   I let out a laugh that came from deep in my stomach and boiled up like
bubbles blown in a glass of milk.  I tossed my hair and walked out towards
our classmates.

   He stood silent a moment and then ran to catch up with me.

   "What?  What is it?  I'm sorry if we disturbed you, but--"

   I silenced him with a finger on his lips.  "Matthew; there is no," I
said, carefully and distinctly, with attention to each separate word, "such
person, as Ashley."

   Only gibberish came out of his mouth.
   
