
Ashlee's Weakness by pointless(killallhippes@gmail.com)
codes: FF, college, tribbing, cheating, drugs (pot/booze), etc.



Author’s note: This story is part of a loose series of stories I have written that begins with Ashlee and Naiya’s Sleepover and Macy’s Crush and is directly preceded by A Sudden Change. There are also other stories in the series that follow Naiya’s path that I’ve already written (Naiya’s Fresh Start and Naiya’s Homecoming). Those technically come after this one, so if you feel yourself enjoying the story, but also a bit lost regarding the back story feel free to ignore Naiya’s stories and just start from the beginning and work your way back.

I’d also like to point out that I edited this myself, so please be forgiving of any small errors you might find while also feeling free to let me know if there’s any glaring oversights I’ve made either editing or just in the story itself. As long as it’s constructive I’ll be glad to read whatever it is any of you have to say. 

That being said, I do hope you enjoy my incredibly long and at some points very slow story. If you do rest assured there will be more to come. If you don’t, well… that’s okay too. Either way I thank you. 


Ashlee loved Macy more than she’d ever loved anyone or anything in her life. She knew this was true without even having to think about it. It was just an indisputable fact that was beyond question just as it was a fact that Macy returned that love fully and truly without any reservations, qualifiers or any other such nonsense. Their love was beautiful and true and it was something that Ashlee cherished more than life itself.

Of course, it hadn’t exactly been an easy love. After all, the beginning of their relationship had hardly been perfect, but that hadn’t mattered then and it didn’t matter now. So what if they had both been on the rebound from the first real relationships of their young lives? So what if they’d both discovered on that very same night when they first made love with so much soft passion that they’d both been keeping secrets from each other?  Did it matter now that they were together? Of course not. All that really mattered was the new closeness they felt for each other and the comfort they felt in the other’s arms and lips and so much else whenever they were together. The emotional and awkward beginning was nothing compared to that.

By the time they’d left for school the awkward beginning was barely an after thought. About the only awkwardness that remained was the strain their love put on Macy’s relationship with her step sister Naiya, but even that hardly seemed to matter. After all, any strain there was a direct result of Naiya’s actions and that made it easier for Macy to fall in love with Ashlee guiltlessly even as she tried her best not to let her relationship with Naiya completely fall apart. It would take quite a bit for Macy to succeed in doing that, but eventually she found something of an equilibrium when she discovered that Naiya realized that the fault for destroying the friendship and love she’d had with Ashlee rested entirely within herself, but that was another story altogether.

The love that had quickly developed between Ashlee and Macy was strong from the very start and even that seemingly significant hurdle was no true obstacle to their feelings by the time they’d left for college to start a new adventure together seemingly far, far away from the life they had back home. In fact, when they got in the car with Ashlee’s mother to follow Ashlee’s father and older sister Tabitha in the small moving van they didn’t even bother wasting a thought on Naiya. Their thoughts were more focused on the frustration of having to control themselves during the long, tedious drive halfway across the state while also trying not to get frustrated with the constant stream of advice coming from Ashlee’s mother about what not to do once they were on their own and out of the reach of direct parental supervision. 

It was hard to do especially since Ashlee’s mother made it a point to bring up the dangerous and foreboding creatures known as frat boys and their evil, lustful ways seemingly once every five minutes or so. A couple of times the girls had a hard time just trying to keep from laughing as she kept harping on the importance of making sure they didn’t get themselves knocked up or infected with some horrible disease, but they managed to hold it in and Ashlee’s mother was sufficiently embarrassed to not notice the knowing smiles Ashlee and Macy exchanged on more than one occasion through the rearview mirror.

There was one warning that Ashlee’s mother had given, however, that they later learned was quite relevant despite the fact that at the time they just found it amusing to even consider the fact that living together would be anything but a paradise of endless Sapphic joy and wanton sexual exploration which, of course, it was in a lot of ways. Sadly, when Ashlee’s mother had warned them their youthful arrogance had easily won the day even as Ashlee‘s mother had said wisely “Seriously girls, try not to get on each other’s nerves too much. I know you think I’m just some old fuddy duddy hausfrau, but trust me, living with anyone, even your best friend, can be a major strain on a friendship. Heck, when I was a sophomore I lived with this girl Carmen who was my best friend in the world before we rented an apartment together. Six months later I was ready to strangle her every time she brought some frat boy home with her or left her towel on the floor after a shower. God, by the time our lease was up we weren’t even talking. Hell, I never talked to her again.”

“Mom,” Ashlee had said at the time in all seriousness and with more than a hint of the usual teenage parental frustration evident in her voice, “That won’t happen to us. We’ve known each other since like forever. I doubt we’ll be strangling each other over towels on the bathroom floor.”

“Yeah, that’s what you think. Seriously, Ashlee and you too Macy, I want you both to promise me that whatever happens, whatever little annoying issue crops up that drives you mad with irrational rage or anything else you guys won’t let yourselves hate each other. I mean it, promise me.”

“Don’t worry, Rhonda,” Macy said from the backseat. She‘d always called her friends parents by their first names even though only Rhonda had ever actually insisted on it, “I promise we won’t kill each other.”

“Thank you, Macy. I appreciate that. Your turn, Ashlee. Don’t look at me like that. Promise your mother you won’t kill your friend over something stupid.”

“Cross my heart and swear to god,” Ashlee said as she did as she said smiling widely at what she thought was the silliness of it all. Her mother ignored the smile before reminding Ashlee and Macy that she’d hold them to their word even though the look on her face told them she knew they weren’t taking her seriously. She then reverted to talking about safe sex and making sure they didn’t miss their classes before finally realizing she’d been lecturing them for over an hour. After that the conversation became far more friendly and light hearted until they arrived at the little apartment Ashlee’s father had managed to rent them both and everyone became far too busy moving the rag tag collection of second hand furniture that had been clogging up Ashlee’s parents garage and Macy’s families basement for the last few months and all the hastily packed boxes into the cramped confines of what would be Ashlee and Macy’s home for at least the next six months.

Rhonda had made sure to remind them of their promise before Ashlee’s family left in flurry of hugs, well wishes, reminders to call regularly and other heartfelt family moments, but the bittersweet partings had dulled the sharpness of the warning even more than Ashlee and Macy’s youthful arrogance had in the car.  Then what Macy and Ashlee did once they were alone dulled it even more as they put unpacking on hold and instead did their best to “break in the apartment” by going down on each other on the couch. They almost did the same thing in the shower before they realized they needed to get to work. Of course, this didn’t stop them from making love again anyway( on the couch again, naturally), but after that they managed to control themselves long enough to make the living room reasonably livable and assemble one of their bed’s before they got hungry and ordered a pizza as they smoked a joint and relaxed on the couch.

By the time they were getting ready to call it a night they’d somehow managed to get most of the big stuff out of the way despite the fact that that first joint quickly turned into five and their ability to control their hormones lessened with each hit. Still, they managed to make the apartment look something like a home despite all the half emptied boxes strewn about every room except the bathroom. They’d even managed to hook up the cable and their computers before they finally gave up on the idea of testing out the capacity of the water heater and instead just fell on the couch to watch some random movie that neither was paying that much attention to as they smoked a little more and chatted lazily with each other.

Of course they weren’t just sitting there vegging out. How could they? Just being close to each other while knowing that for once there was absolutely no chance that they’d be interrupted was simply too much of a temptation. Sure they were both tired, but when the movie ended and Macy, after getting up and grabbing the remote for her stereo out of one of the aforementioned half empty boxes, asked Ashlee in her cutest, little pleading voice for a foot rub Ashlee could already feel herself gearing up for another round of sweet, soft love making with her beautiful lover.

Being able to make love to her petite and wonderful girlfriend was nothing short of a blessing. Not just because she was beautiful, of course. That would be shallow and their love was too deep, too emotional and true to be labeled like that. No, there was a friendship there that ran deeper than any mere physical attraction. It was just a connection that neither really could put a label on, but it didn’t matter. It was there and that was everything.

Still, Macy’s body did drive her wild. Ashlee just loved her soft, shoulder length dark brown hair, her tiny nose, her perfect jaw line and her beautiful eyes which somehow seemed both just a little too big for her face, but also absolutely perfect. She also loved those small, perfect breasts, her soft, ever so bitable tummy and her cute feet with those perfect toes that occasionally just called to her even though she really didn’t have a foot fetish. At least she didn’t think so. Sure, the fetish she didn’t think she had actually turned out to be the catalyst that got the ball rolling again, but that hardly meant anything. Seriously, Macy just had some cute fucking toes as Ashlee was forced to tell Macy when she teased Ashlee for kissing them as they rested on the couch in what passed for their jammies enjoying their buzz, their closeness and the music of Elvis Costello, a fetish Macy had picked up over the last month for reasons unknown to Ashlee, but which she was starting to get into despite herself. Of course, she wasn’t paying all that much attention at the time and instead she was busy smiling in response to her lover’s laugh.

“You’re such a perv,” Macy said, laughing that light, airy little giggle that Ashlee just couldn’t help but love.

“Am not. It’s not my fault your toes are so fucking cute,” Ashlee said defending herself with a smile.

“Whatever, pervert. Why don’t you stop wasting your time kissing my feet and get back to rubbing them?” Macy shot back, trying her best not to smile as she did so.

“But I like kissing them.”

“Well, I like it when you kiss me in other places a lot better.”

“Really?” Ashlee said raising her eyebrow as though intrigued. Of course, she was intrigued even though it was hardly a mystery where this conversation was going. Still, she waited to hear her lover’s response before deciding her next move.

“Yes, really,” Macy replied coyly letting Ashlee know that Macy was aware that she was waiting to be told where else she should direct the attention of her lips.

“Like where?” Ashlee said after a short pause even though she realized before she asked that Macy was going to keep playing the coy little girl. As she asked she decided that it was best just to give up the pretense of continuing the foot massage and instead guided Macy’s foot off to the side before she leaned over and made to lay on top of her lover, but at the last moment she paused and instead crouched over her waiting for a response.

“Guess,” Macy responded as she reached out and gently pulled Ashlee the rest of the way down to her until their faces were mere inches apart. She then tried to close that last gap as well only to find that Ashlee had decided that it was her turn to be a little coy.

“Maybe I don’t want to guess. Did you ever think of that?”

“Maybe you should just shut up and kiss me. Did you ever think of that?”

“Hmmm, that is a good…”

“Oh my god! Shut up!” Macy said before craning her neck up to Ashlee and putting an end to their game. Ashlee didn’t mind one little bit, she did consider resisting just for a split second. At least she considered doing that until she felt Macy’s lips part against her own and instead she found herself forgetting all about it and just about everything else as she melted into Macy’s arms and into those soft, loving lips.

Macy’s kiss always seemed to have that kind of an effect on Ashlee. It was just so sweet and tender and there was always so much feeling in even the simplest kiss. This kiss was no exception to that rule. Even though it was more playful than serious that didn’t mean that Macy didn’t put every last ounce of her love and lust into it as she started to teasingly bite Ashlee’s lower lip in a successful attempt to slowly draw out her passion. Soon they were both shifting on their narrow, lumpy sofa until they were both lying on their sides.

The maneuver was somewhat tricky, but they’d had plenty of practice. Since they had purchased their crappy couch for twenty bucks at the local goodwill it had been seen plenty of action late at night in Ashlee‘s parents garage (well, it was supposed to be a garage, but it hadn’t been used as one ever since Ashlee’s father got himself a job that paid him enough to build one that was actually attached to the house. Since then it had basically served as a place for Ashlee, her sisters and her friends to hang out and get stoned amongst the wreckage of her father‘s now abandoned hobby of working on old cars) In fact, they’d bought it despite it’s dilapidated condition because it just so happened to be a pull out, but they’d yet to bother going to the trouble of pulling out the bed and instead usually just ended up either using it as a jumping off point before heading to bed or they just ended up doing it right there on the smoky and beer stained cushions. Of course, at that point it was as yet undecided where they’d end up making love as they took advantage of their new position to simply take joy in their closeness as hands freely began to wander under the thin, soft fabric of each others pajamas. Really, that in itself was exquisite enough to occupy them both for quite some time as soft hands caressed the smooth skin of each others backs while their kiss gained speed slowly, but with a persistence that was equal parts familiar, comforting and erotic.

It wasn’t until Macy’s hands found their way down the back of Ashlee’s boxers that things started to get a little more passionate, but even then everything progressed with slowness. Even when Macy’s small, soft hands began to gently knead the flesh of Ashlee’s buttocks while at the same pulling her closer and sliding her thigh between Ashlee’s legs in an obvious invitation to grind her pussy against the soft material of Macy’s pajamas Ashlee knew better than to do so.  

Not that it was a trap or a trick or anything silly like that, but because she knew that if she did she’d lose it right then and there and Ashlee didn’t want that. Sure, she was tired and so was Macy, but the knowledge that there were no parents to interrupt them now brought about in Ashlee a seemingly natural inclination to try and draw out the whole experience from beginning to end even if it meant they’d both lose valuable sleep in the process. Even though her body screamed for her to take up Macy’s offer of sweet, satisfying release so early on Ashlee forced herself to hold back and instead allowed her own hands to drift past the waist band in the rear of Macy’s pajama’s to return the soft caress and teasing exploration the forbidden crevasse that laid between those cute, little butt cheeks while teasingly biting her lover’s lip.

“You’re such a bitch,” Macy said after the bite, but despite her name calling Ashlee knew she was only playing. Even without that cute, girlish grin that crossed Macy’s lips as she spoke Ashlee would’ve known. 

Still, that didn’t stop her from returning the playful insult in kind as she said “I’m not the bitch. You’re the bitch. What do you think you’re doing trying to make me fuck your thigh? You know I like saving that for latter. Besides, maybe I just wanna make out tonight. Ever think of that?”

“No,” Macy said with a hint of playful sarcasm as she once again pulled Ashlee tightly to her by kneading and grabbing her tight bottom before kissing her lips briefly then continuing by adding “I never thought of that. Besides, don’t you ever think of my needs? Maybe I wanna come right now, hmmm? Did you think of that?”

“Oddly enough I did,” Ashlee said enjoying the teasing, playful banter almost as much as she was enjoying the way Macy was squirming under her touch as she began to use her fingernails to lightly scratch Macy’s back, “but I kinda decided I’d rather be a little selfish tonight and if you gotta problem with that you can…”

Suddenly Ashlee found herself being silenced by her lover’s lips once again crashing against her own as one of those hands that had been caressing her butt found it’s way quickly to the back of her head and pulled her back to Macy‘s lips. It was a quick kiss, but it was easily the most passionate kiss of the evening so far and Ashlee knew what that meant even before it broke and Macy, looking just a bit too proud of herself, stared into her eyes and said “So… you’re saying that if I did this,” and she paused and Ashlee found herself sighing in both pleasure and surprise as she felt Macy’s hand slide swiftly and easily from her butt to the front of her boxers and just as swiftly and easily slide it’s way down until one of her fingers teasingly slid its way between Ashlee’s lips before Macy continued saying “That you’d stop me?”

“Mmm, not necessarily,” Ashlee said in a quiet shaky whisper as Macy’s lips found their way to her neck while her  finger continued to tease Ashlee with it’s playfulness as Macy touched her just enough for Ashlee to feel it, but not enough to do anything else. At least, not for the moment. Really, she was almost just cupping Ashlee’s pussy while rubbing her with maddeningly little force continuing to place light kisses that were now heading upward to Ashlee’s ear.

“But you just said you wanted to wait. Were you lying? Hmmm, do you want me do this…,” and again Macy upped the ante by changing her soft caresses to something more adamant, more forceful as she let a finger slip between Ashlee’s already wet, puffy lips to tease the inner lips more directly and even to ever so briefly caress her clit before continuing her verbal teasing by saying “Or should I stop? I mean if you want me to I will. I’m not cruel after all. If you don’t want me to do this…” and now her finger began to slip easily into Ashlee’s depths, but only just as she nibbled gently on Ashlee’s earlobe before adding as she continued to call Ashlee‘s bluff “I’ll gladly stop.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I… I don’t mind,” Ashlee said her, voice shaky with arousal as Macy’s fingers began to slowly penetrate her pussy more deeply while her palm occasionally brushed against her hood.

“You’re sure?” Macy said as she stopped her teasing of Ashlee’s neck and ears to look into her lover’s half closed eyes revealing her soft, teasing smile to Ashlee’s eyes as she said “I mean, I’d gladly stop if that’s…”

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Ashlee quickly before reaching up to pull her lovers smiling face to her own for another deep, passionate kiss. The charade was over. They both knew it, but neither of them really cared all that much. After all, this was the real point of it all. The rest was merely a game to make them both want it just that much more.

Of course, that being said, it wasn’t long before Macy’s fingers started to lose a bit of their dexterity as Ashlee couldn’t help but want to make Macy feel just as good as Macy was making her feel. It was hardly instant, though. No, for a long, beautiful series of moments both lovers were satisfied with nothing more than a sweet, shared kiss as Macy selflessly pleasured Ashlee with loving patience and ease. Macy wasn’t even actively trying to make her come. Sure, she wouldn’t have minded one little if Ashlee did, but she knew that making love to Ashlee wasn’t really about orgasms. It was about loving, soft caresses and sweet, passionate kisses and so much more. 

There would be plenty of orgasms at some point, but there was no hurry and no need for parity. Still, when one of Ashlee’s hands left its task of softly stroking Macy’s cheek to slowly make its way down the front of Macy’s monkey pajama bottoms until Ashlee’s fingers began to mirror Macy’s own ministrations she hardly protested. Instead she just sighed into Ashlee’s mouth before using her other hand to pull Ashlee’s mouth even tighter to her own.

The mirroring was exquisitely delightful game, but it was hardly new. In fact, it was one of the first games they’d taught each other when their relationship started to become serious. It was a mutual thing, a loving thing in which neither of them led but for a moment. Sure, they both tried to keep the lead, to call the shots as it were, in order to give the other the maximum pleasure without forcing anything or trying too hard to quicken the pace, but inevitably the roles would shift and change as the temptation to make the other come overcame one of them and momentarily they’d both lose control until some semblance of order would be restored by a softly whispered “Not yet, baby. Please not yet,” or something similar until the urge to push left whoever was trying too hard at the moment.

At least that was how it worked at first, but when Macy felt Ashlee’s fingers curling up inside her, searching for and finding that sweet, little spot inside that always made Macy scream that part of the game was all over. The mirroring ended even though Macy tried her best to keep it going. It just wasn’t possible, however. Ashlee had learned too much in their relatively short time together for Macy to have any hope of holding off the rush she felt building inside of her at that moment.

“Oh shit, baby. You’re… Yeah, don’t… Fuck!” Macy said when the rush became too much for her to hold the kiss and instead she found herself forced to bury her face in Ashlee’s shoulder to cover the long quaking vocalization she knew was coming. Sure, it was hardly necessary for her to do so. After all, their neighbors weren‘t their parents and they honestly didn‘t care if they heard them or not, but years of making love with curious girlfriends at sleepovers when parents were often just down the hall had left their impression on Macy’s mind and habits.

Ashlee hardly minded though. Honestly, feeling her lover almost screaming into her shoulder as her arms instinctively wrapped themselves around Ashlee’s body was hardly a bad thing. In fact, it felt great to have her quaking body pressed against her own. It made her feel so strong, so loved to know she was the source of Macy’s pleasure. She didn’t even mind when Macy’s teeth found purchase in the fabric of her t-shirt and the soft flesh of her shoulder that lay beneath as she continued to shake and cream on Ashlee’s fingers. 

About the only thing she did mind was when Macy relaxed and reached down to pull Ashlee’s hand away. Of course, she didn’t say anything and her mild sense of disappointment was reasonably assuaged by Macy guiding her sticky fingers to her lips where Macy kissed them then licked her own come from them before sharing another kiss with Ashlee. 

Obviously Ashlee got over it quite quickly as the kiss deepened and she found herself being guided onto her back as she felt Macy’s hands begin to tug at her t-shirt. Any residual disappointment quickly dissipated as the t-shirt soon found itself flying across the room and was soon joined by Macy’s even though Macy was at first reluctant to allow this saying “Stop it. It’s my turn, you jerk.”

“It’s not about turns, dummy,” Ashlee teased back then added “Besides, what’s fair is fair. You get to see my boobs, so I get to see yours.”

“Please, you see them everyday and besides,” Macy teased back as she leaned down to place a kiss between Ashlee’s soft mounds, “Yours are much prettier. Tastier too.” With that Macy placed some kisses on Ashlee’s chest, but this time it was much more direct as she took aim at first one nipple then the other before the kisses quickly gave way to soft licks and light nips temporarily quieting Ashlee down. Of course, the silence was doomed to be a temporary thing as that last line suddenly struck Ashlee as highly amusing and her laughter in turn caused Macy to look at her oddly as she asked “What’s so funny? Can’t you see I’m trying to seduce you?”

“Tastier?” was all Ashlee could say.

 Macy frowned at her and said “Yeah, tastier. Like boobs. Yummy, awesome boobs.”

“You’re so immature,” Ashlee said still laughing. She knew Macy was just being silly, but that didn’t make it all any less amusing. Still, she quickly calmed down when Macy placed a slightly harder nip on her nipple causing her to wince and say “Ouch. Jerk!”

“Shut up and let me work, butthead.” Macy said and cut off any chances of further laughter by instantly taking one of Ashlee’s nipples between her lips to suckle it as Ashlee sighed and finally gave up on teasing her lover’s playful nature. Instead she simply laid back, looked into Macy’s eyes and let her hand find its way to Macy’s long, soft hair to stroke it lovingly as seriousness returned to their lovemaking.

The shift from playful to serious really wasn’t that hard to achieve. Macy, after all, knew Ashlee’s body almost as well as she knew her own. She knew when and where to lick, to bite, to kiss and she knew all those little sweet spots that felt good and all the little spots that made Ashlee sigh as she continued to explore those soft, lovely breasts she’d come to know so well. At least, she continued until she noticed Ashlee relaxing and realized it was time to move on.

Honestly, her timing was perfect as was everything else. The way Macy kissed her way down her lover’s ribcage and the way she kissed, nipped and licked the soft flesh of Ashlee’s stomach never failed to send shivers up and down Ashlee’s spine. As if that wasn’t enough as her mouth approached Ashlee’s navel Macy brought a hand to Ashlee’s breast to squeeze and caress her there as well.

If Ashlee hadn’t already been wet well before Macy started her downward journey the way she was kissing her belly button would have done the trick all by itself. Of course, Macy knew this just as she knew better than to let the way Ashlee was silently urging her downward affect her. Instead she just used her teeth once more and placed a loving bite on Ashlee’s deceptively soft tummy and chuckled a bit when Ashlee squirmed and let out a soft sigh in response before saying “You’re such a naughty little bitch.”

“Thanks, baby,” was all Macy chose to say in response as she kissed the spot she’d just bitten before continuing her downward trek. She didn’t go directly to Ashlee’s pussy however. Sure she took the time to slide those cute boxers down Ashlee’s thighs and even bent her head towards that beautiful pussy she knew so well, but it was just a feint. All she did was place the lightest of kisses there before smiling at Ashlee’s soft, expectant sigh before placing another kiss on Ashlee’s inner thigh as she continued to head downward while ignoring Ashlee’s complaints.

“Shhh, baby. Let me tease you,” Macy said between kisses on Ashlee’s thigh as she sat up between Ashlee’s legs and made her way to the back of her knee.

“But I wanna come, Macy,” Ashlee whined as her hand instinctively went to her cunt. 

Macy saw her, but she only smiled before responding by saying “I know, baby.” Ashlee whined again, but this time more softly as Macy kissed that sweet spot on her leg with tenderness before reaching for Ashlee’s other leg. She then kissed the back of her lover’s other knee before kissing her way back down again with the same slowness as before.

Ashlee just watched her through half closed eyes secretly wishing she’d just go down on her, but also enjoying the teasing. Honestly, she was deeply conflicted. A part of her even wished Macy would slap her hand away, but it was a dim thought that died when Macy kissed her way back to her inner thighs then placed a soft kiss on the hand Ashlee was using to play with herself. What she did next was even better however as she laid down on the couch and then took hold of Ashlee’s hand and brought it to her mouth to lick her fingers clean before taking that hand in one of her own and leaning in to kiss Ashlee’s pussy.

Ashlee could only manage to sigh in response as the kiss was followed by another then another before Macy’s tongue entered the fray to lick Ashlee’s dewy slit. She then did it again as her other hand came around Ashlee’s thigh and reached into spread Ashlee’s pussy open. The next lick managed to elicit another sigh from Ashlee, but this time it was more shaky, quavering as her lover’s tonguing began to get serious doing things Ashlee still didn’t quite understand, but which were already making her buck her hips sporadically despite the fact that Macy had thus far completely ignored her clit.

“You like that, baby?’ Macy asked with a smile before cutting off Ashlee’s attempt to answer with another series of teasing licks on Ashlee’s pink and dewy flesh. She then laughed playfully at the soft, satisfied groan Ashlee let loose from her lungs before diving back in to delve a little deeper into Ashlee’s opening. Ashlee groaned again with a little more power and then almost squealed when Macy’s magic tongue found its way to her clit for a brief tease before adding “Is that a yes?”

“Fuck yeah that’s a yes,” Ashlee managed to say in a soft, breathless voice as she squeezed her lover’s hand and her hips bucked again as Macy flicked her hooded clit once more. She then squealed for real as Macy’s tongue did it again before wrapping her lips around Ashlee’s sensitive nub to suckle it before adding her tongue back to the mix as Macy stopped her teasing and started to get serious.

Any ideas about taking it slowly and making it last that Ashlee had had earlier were forgotten as she held Macy’s hand tightly in her own and found herself humping almost violently against her lover’s mouth. She could tell without even thinking about it that Macy was going for the kill, but Ashlee didn’t care. She was ready and at that moment she wanted nothing more than to come. Of course, at that point it was going to happen whether she wanted to or not, but that didn’t matter. Nothing did. Nothing except the feel of Macy’s mouth with that flexible dexterous tongue and the magic it was working on her pussy.

“Oh, shi… Oh shi… Oh fuckin’…” was all Ashlee managed to say as she felt the rush building in her rapidly and the explosion threatening to over take her even though it had only been mere moments since Macy began to lick, suckle and kiss her pussy in earnest. When in a second of clarity she felt her lover’s hand migrate around her leg and realized that one of Macy’s fingers was making its way inside of her Ashlee knew she wasn’t going to be able to take it. 

And sure enough almost as soon as that single digit slipped in up to the second knuckle the bomb went off and all was lost. With a quake that seemed to flow from her pussy to the center of her being and a deep, soulful groan followed by a series of almost panicky, panting breaths Ashlee’s body froze. Her back then arched for the briefest of moments before she crashed into a world of pure ecstasy. Her grip on Macy’s hand was almost painful for both of them, but Macy refused to relinquish her hold on it and instead just ignored the pain as she kept licking and fingering Ashlee as best she could all through her orgasm even adding another thin finger as she felt her lover begin to come down.

That extra finger proved to be all the difference as Ashlee found herself coming again what seemed like mere seconds later. She really had no idea. All she knew was that it was hardly any time at all before she felt Macy’s fingers curl inside her and then it was over once again as Macy laughed proudly into her clit. Ashlee might have been angered a little by that laugh if the vibrations it sent to her clit hadn’t helped make it all just that much better as she felt herself convulsing with joy thanks to her lover’s ministrations until the ecstasy had passed.

Ashlee didn’t even know that she had squirted until she saw Macy leaning in to kiss her moments later apparently satisfied with giving Ashlee two earth shattering orgasms in a row. Not that Ashlee was disappointed as she licked her cream off of Macy’s chin. Still she knew she could have kept coming, but the night was still young and when, after sharing a taste of herself with Macy from Macy’s fingers, Macy said simply “C’mon, let’s go to bed,” Ashlee knew that they wouldn’t be going to sleep quite yet.

This knowledge hardly made her a prophet. The look in Macy’s eyes told her everything she needed to know about her lover’s intentions as they both got up and almost ran to the bedroom not even bothering to close the door as they jumped on the bed laughing joyously until they made eye contact and just seemed to merge together once more in a passionate embrace kissing lips, ears, necks, shoulders and even noses and eyelids as they shed whatever clothes they had left rolling on the bed that seemed almost huge after making love on their cramped, dingy couch.

It was hardly sad that the kiss seemed to kill the laughter. Now that they were finally fully naked and pressed so tightly together laughter just wasn’t an option. The feel of their breasts mashing together, their nipples scraping against each other with delirious friction as their legs entwined and hands gripping and caressing every inch of naked flesh they could touch just seemed to sap the playfulness from them both and replacing it with a lust so intense that it was hardly any wonder that Ashlee quickly found herself no longer rolling on the bed but instead instinctively rolling Macy onto her back and softly grinding her hips against Macy to do what she had denied herself earlier.

The grinding was hardly graceful. At first Ashlee switched from rubbing herself against Macy’s thigh then tried to bump and rub her clit against Macy’s before going back to the thigh only to find herself being silently guided back to her lover’s pussy. Ashlee almost protested but when Macy kissed as she spread her legs and tilted her hips just enough to allow Ashlee’s clit to find purchase Ashlee finally felt that urge die out completely. Instead Ashlee just groaned into her lover’s mouth and instantly went back to fucking her. She was rewarded for her efforts by feeling those deceptively strong legs wrapping themselves around the back of her own as Macy’s hands went to Ashlee’s face to hold her in the kiss. It was completely unnecessary gesture, but Ashlee didn’t care at all.

It never ceased to amaze Ashlee how good it felt to make love like they were making love at that moment. Sure, it was awkward and occasionally frustrating (usually when they were drunk), but there was just something about the closeness of it all that made up for that. Add in the sweat, the friction and so much more that Ashlee couldn’t quite classify and it was easy to understand that while grinding was hardly the best way to make love it was still just too damned hot to pass up. 

It also helped that the feeling was mutual. Macy obviously loved it just as much as Ashlee even when Ashlee occasionally got a bit too excited and allowed her own selfish needs to take over at the expense of her lover Macy never complained. Instead she kept right on kissing Ashlee with hard passion while pulling her even tighter to her with her arms and legs until Ashlee’s need to come yet again forced the kiss to break. Then Macy had simply switched to kissing, biting and licking whatever skin Ashlee bared to her while whispering her encouragement, egging Ashlee on by telling her how beautiful she was, how sexy it felt to have her body pressed so tightly against her own until Ashlee came for the third time that night and then collapsed into another kiss until she recovered and found herself rolled onto her back their lips and bodies once again seemingly locked together until Ashlee broke the kiss and looked deeply into Macy‘s eyes as she said softly “I want to taste you.”

“I want to taste you too, baby,” Macy replied in an equally quiet voice as she stroked Ashlee’s cheek with her fingers before quickly kissing her again then adding “Wanna do it together?”

“That’s a silly question,” was all Ashlee could think of to say in reply.

“Is it?” Macy said and then kissed Ashlee’s eyelid for no reason in particular.

“It is,” Ashlee said and then returned the favor before kissing Macy’s soft, lovely lips once more.

“So… that’s a yes then?” Macy added after that kiss broke.

“Stop asking and just do it already,” Ashlee answered getting just a little frustrated at the banter, but not too much. Not that Macy minded really. No, she just smiled and did as she was told by turning around on the bed with the ease of one who had done so many, many times only to find herself squealing just a little bit in both surprise and pleasure as Ashlee craned her neck upward to almost attack her pussy before Macy had even settled herself into position. She then squealed again as Ashlee’s aggression took a new turn as she rolled on to her side and taking Macy with her without even ceasing her attentions on Macy’s lovely, wet pussy.

Macy would’ve teased her lover then one more time, but just as she about to she felt Ashlee’s fingers enter her and decided that then was not the time. Instead she adjusted herself to the new position and buried her face into the space between Ashlee’s legs to once again get a taste of Ashlee’s honey. At least she tried, but Ashlee’s skillful and aggressive efforts were already working their magic and for a moment Macy just found it easier to rest her head on Ashlee’s thigh and just breath in the scent of her pussy.

And that was pretty much all she did for a solid minute of lazy pleasure before she was awakened from her reverie by a playful smack on her bottom and again correctly read Ashlee’s sign as a call to get busy. Still, this was easier said then done. Ashlee after all was hardly inexperienced with finding all of Macy’s little buttons and was quite capable of pushing them in just the right manner to drive Macy wild in no time at all. Still, Macy tried to keep her attention on making her lover come yet again despite the fact that Ashlee’s tongue was doing a fair if not exact impression of the magical oral gymnastics that Macy had employed earlier and her fingers were once again searching for her g-spot. They discovered it just as Macy buried her face in Ashlee’s crevice and found herself jerking and groaning loudly in response.

Macy was an experienced girl who knew how to hold back when necessary even if Ashlee was making it hard for her to do so at that moment. Luckily she knew at least one thing that would make it easier: making sure Ashlee was as distracted as she was. This, again, was easier said than done, but as Ashlee quickly found out Macy was more than up to the task as the next ten or fifteen or twenty minutes of frustrating and beautiful attempts to drive each other over the edge as many times as possible until they neither of them could take it anymore was simply mind-boggling.

By the time Macy had pushed Ashlee away from her saying “Oh my god, stop. That feels so good it hurts,” Ashlee could hardly say she was disappointed. Instead her mind was more focused on being so amazed that she was still conscious that she was almost glad to just lay there on their now thoroughly sweat soaked bed and do nothing more than cuddle with Macy until Macy said she was thirsty and five minutes later Ashlee managed to find the strength to get up and get them both some water as Macy joked in a soft, dry voice “Remind your dad when our lease runs out that next time we need an apartment with air conditioning or at least one with proper windows so we can put one in ourselves or we’re going to die come summer time from dehydration or lack of sex.”

“I think I’d prefer dehydration personally,” Ashlee said sitting down on the bed next to Macy as they shared the lukewarm glass of water she’d retrieved from the faucet in the kitchen.

“Right?” was Macy’s laughing response as she cuddled up next to Ashlee and put her head on her lover’s shoulder until the glass was passed back to her.  Then it was Ashlee’s turn to rest her head on Macy’s shoulder until the glass was handed back to her empty. She placed it on the bookshelf next to their bed that also served as something of a bedside table. In the second it took for her to do that Macy curled up on the bed and closed her eyes letting Ashlee know she was ready for sleep. 

Ashlee couldn’t protest even though she wanted to. One quick glance at the clock they had luckily remembered to plug in and set let her know that it was almost half past one and thus past their self appointed bedtime. Still, it was with a fair share of reluctance that Ashlee cuddled up next to Macy’s soft warm body and wrapped her arms around her before placing a soft kiss on the back of Macy’s head and said “Goodnight.”

“Night, baby,” came Macy’s sleepy response and then they both went silent as sleep quickly overtook them. 

If either of them was worried that Ashlee’s mother would end up being right about how living together was going to be tougher than they both had imagined it definitely didn’t affect their sleeping in anyway as both them slept straight through the night. Ashlee didn’t even wakeup when the alarm went off to let Macy know it was time to get up. She also wasn’t awakened by her lover taking a shower or getting dressed or cursing herself for dropping a cereal bowl on the floor. In fact, if Macy hadn’t awakened her with a kiss before walking to work Ashlee probably wouldn’t have got out of bed for hours.

“Wake up, sleepy head,” Macy had said sweetly as Ashlee grunted softly.

“What time is it?” Ashlee managed to say after one more kiss that helped quell her usual hatred of being awakened.

“Time for me to go to work and for you to get up,” Macy said simply as she stroked her lover’s hair in an absent minded, but loving fashion.

“Do you need a ride?” Ashlee said, the sleep still weighing heavily on her mind.

“Nope. I’m gonna walk. It’s not that far. I walked there when my dad brought me up here for orientation. Really, it’s like two blocks away. It’s almost on campus, really.”

“Well then why did you wake me?” Ashlee said grumpily, rubbing her eyes.

“Because you have practice in like an hour, grumpy and you didn’t even budge when the alarm went off for me, so…”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Alright,” Ashlee said finally as if deciding she wasn’t going to be a bitch about being awakened. Actually, this wasn’t far from the truth. While she wasn’t anti-morning she really did hate being awakened before she was ready. Of course, it wasn’t so bad when it was Macy, but she still didn’t like it all that much. Luckily Macy knew this about her and she was more than willing to let it slide just as she merely smiled when Ashlee sat up and kissed her before asking once more “Do you need a ride?”

“No, silly. I’m good. You just go eat something and get yourself some water. It’s gonna be hot today, alright?”

“Yes mom,” Ashlee said teasingly at the last comment.

“Shut up,” Macy said with a smile before they kissed each other once more, “Love you, baby.”

“Love you too, baby,” Ashlee replied without pause.

“See you in about six, seven hours,” Macy said and then she kissed Ashlee one last time before hopping up and running to the door after noticing that time was getting short. Still she managed to remember to yell “Love you!” on more time then slamming the door behind her before Ashlee could even try to respond. Ashlee didn’t really mind. She just got up and made herself a small breakfast, took a quick shower, got dressed and headed off into her day. 

It was a very uneventful day. Practice was nothing special and wasn’t even really a practice for her. Basically she and the other freshman just ran drills while the upper classman did slightly more serious work. Ashlee was a bit surprised, but not too much. It was just that for some reason she’d expected a little more. She didn’t really mind though. After a summer of relative inactivity when it came to sports an afternoon of basic drills were probably just what she needed.

Another thing that surprised her was the sheer abundance of freshman on the team. Of course that really shouldn’t have been a surprise at all. She’d been told what seemed like ages ago that the school’s soccer program was in a rebuilding year thanks to a combination of a new coaching staff, a relatively poor record over the last few years and the fact that the last years starting squad had been almost entirely made up of seniors who were now long gone. Honestly, that was half the reason she’d even received a scholarship. Of course, she was also a pretty good midfielder, but she was humble enough to admit that if the team hadn’t been in bad shape she likely would’ve been going to school at the state college not far from her parent’s home.

Of course, Ashlee was far too busy just trying to keep her head into what she was doing to worry about of that nonsense too much. Apparently  she did a pretty good  job of it too, because the coach, a woman who honestly didn’t look she’d been out of school too long herself, actually singled her out in a very positive fashion more than once even though Ashlee couldn’t see why. Not that Ashlee minded. Praise was praise and if her dribbling skills could get her some actual playing time instead of having to ride the bench waiting for an injury or for a chance to give someone a break for a couple minutes that was great. Playing was better than watching and waiting any day.

Sadly, by the end of practice she quickly realized that her fate as a benchwarmer was pretty much sealed as midfielder was just about the only position filled by veteran players with any real talent besides goalie and striker. Still, there was always next year. She could wait. Well, at least as long she got some playing time she could.  Either way she was a team player and she wanted the coaches to know she was ready if the team needed her whenever that might be.

Regardless of all that practice turned out to be a pretty good experience if only because it was nice to finally start meeting some new people. Even if she was a relatively shy person who didn’t really try to make new friends too often it was still nice to talk with new people and get a feel for the girls she’d be playing with and just talk for talking’s sake. Sure, she didn’t really make any friends, but a couple of the girls seemed cool if a bit aloof. It didn’t matter though. She wasn’t looking to hang out with anyone that night, so she could wait them out. As far as she was concerned her night was already planned out as more of the same from the previous night minus the majority of unpacking.

She was right, of course. That evening turned out to be just as wonderful as the previous one as did the night after that and, somehow, every night that week as Ashlee and Macy took full advantage of their new found freedom by making love on every bit of furniture they had in every room of their apartment whenever they happened to be together for more than five minutes at a time. Until classes started this condition was met often enough that by the end of the week they were both starting to notice that the neighbors seemed to be giving them funny looks whenever they met them in the hall or the parking lot. After that they made a small effort to keep the volume down and moved the bed away from the wall that was shared with the apartment next door, but they didn’t even think of putting a check on their lust for each other. At least they didn’t until classes started and the need for sleep helped them regulate their urges enough to keep them from losing their jobs, Ashlee’s place on the team and preventing them both from flunking out their first week.

It was hardly easy at first, but after Macy’s boss yelled at her for being late for work the third day in a row and, coincidentally on the very same day, Ashlee’s coach chewed her out for, as the coach had so gently put it, “Playing like a retarded monkey,” they both managed to get themselves under control and settled for a more sated, but still satisfyingly active sex life that no longer resulted in them staying up until one, two, three or four in the morning when they both had to be up at the crack of dawn to work, go to class or practice or even to just chill out with some friends after all that was said and done without passing out from exhaustion once they both started to make some.

And make friends they did and quite fast really. This actually took Ashlee a bit off guard. Not because she didn’t want to make friends or anything, but, honestly, she’d never really had a whole bunch of them. There were only two people in her life post middle school that she’d ever really been comfortable calling the F word and she’d ended up being more than friends than both of them. Beyond that everyone else she’d hung out with in high school had really been more friends of friends than anything else. Not because she didn’t like them or anything, but more because it was just that to her friends weren’t just people you hung out with every once in awhile just for the heck of it. No, friends were people you could trust with your deepest, darkest secrets, people who got you and understood you without judging and in her life only two people had ever really fit that definition.

Now that she was in school however things had apparently changed. Why she had no idea, but as she became acclimated to her new environment she somehow seemed to be collecting a fairly large, by her standards at least, group of friends. Macy, for her part, was doing much the same until they both suddenly found themselves with relatively full social lives for the first time in either of their lives.

For Macy her friends mostly came from her classes and her job and, oddly, enough, a lot of them were guys. Well, that wasn’t too odd because she’d always had a few guy friends, but now she seemed to be collecting them at record pace. Not that that was saying much because she’d never been all that social, but still Ashlee quickly learned to not be shocked by the sight of her girlfriend hanging out with some random dudes smoking a joint and watching TV when she came home from soccer practice or work. 

Not all of them lasted that long after they figured out that Macy and Ashlee were more than just roommates. Even some of the braver souls who weren’t put off by that eventually vanished when they realized that when Ashlee and Macy said that they were gay they weren’t bluffing and therefore any hope of a threesome happening was pretty much quashed. Eventually Macy was left with a small harem of gay male friends and a handful of straight guys who didn’t give a shit and just thought she was cool enough to spend time with despite the fact that there was no chance of getting into her panties.

For Ashlee, however, her friends came mainly in the form of girls from the soccer team because, honestly, during the season those were the people she was around the most. She also had a lot in common with them and not just because they all played soccer. In fact, it went a hell of a lot deeper than that in a way that would eventually lead her into trouble. Why? Well, honestly, it was because a lot of them were into girls.

Well, maybe that’s over stating it a bit. There were after all plenty of girls on the team who were straight and even some of the ones who were bisexual weren’t exactly all that interested in girls beyond the occasional fling (or so Ashlee gathered both from observing them and the rumor mill once she started getting to know everyone). Still, in the case of their schools team the old stereotype of the lesbian athlete proved to be at least partially true and Ashlee seemed to have a knack for picking them out of the crowd. Well, actually it would be more accurate to say that she made it easy for them to pick her out of the crowd because she just wasn’t that good at staying in the closest.

Of course, to be honest, it wasn’t like she was really trying. Sure, she wasn’t exactly keen on her parents finding out for various reasons, but her parents were far, far away and completely out of the loop. As for everyone else, she didn’t really care. She had no intention of going out of her way to tell everyone, but if they figured it out or asked her directly Ashlee wasn’t going to deny the fact that she was gay. 

Still, it was a bit of a shock when the first of her teammates bluntly asked her one day while they were stretching “Is that chick who picked you up the other day like your girlfriend or something?” Ashlee still answered in the affirmative and was happy to receive a “You lucky bitch,” in return even though another girl who had over heard them looked a good deal less impressed by that particular bit of information. She was in the minority, however, and by the end of the day she and Macy had been invited to hang out with a few of the more friendly girls on the team and Ashlee had accepted gladly even though Macy was busy trying to write her first paper on some evil sounding science nonsense.

All in all, they were pretty cool and eventually even Macy found that she got along with them and that for the most part the feeling was mutual. Still, they were definitely more Ashlee’s friends than Macy’s if only because Macy, though she had actually been on the high school team with Ashlee, had never been that interested in soccer while Ashlee’s “Jock” friends, as Macy called them with a mix of affection and bewilderment regarding all things sports related, obviously were. Ashlee simply loved it. That was the real reason Ashlee clicked with them so much. Sure, the weed was nice and they were fun to just hang out with after practice when she had no classes or didn’t have to work, but it was also nice to have someone to talk to about her “jock stuff” for once.

If either of them were worried about Ashlee’s mother’s warning they didn’t let it show. In fact, just about the only time they ever mentioned was as a joke when they realized just how they were to be together. Sure they did have a few small fights over stupid things like what the toilet paper should roll and whose turn it was to do dishes, but they always got through it with relative ease. No, as far as they both were concerned after only a few weeks of living together as friends and lovers nothing could have possibly been better and Ashlee’s mother couldn’t have been more wrong. Sadly, they were mistaken. At least they were in a way. Ashlee’s mother would indeed be wrong in a way, but only because the complications that began to arise in Ashlee and Macy’s relationship were of a sort she never would have allowed herself to imagine.

She wasn’t the only one as even Ashlee didn’t notice what she was heading for until it was too late. Even when she did allow herself a glimpse of what was really going on in her own mind she managed to deny it to herself just long enough to allow the situation to fall out of her control. Her only excuse was the fact that she had honestly hoped she was as strong as Macy thought she was, but, sadly, she’d fallen far short of her lover’s expectations and no silly rationalize would be able to save her from that hard truth.

Still, in Ashlee’s defense, it had started out so innocently. It was all just a direct result of Ashlee’s tendency to narrow her friendships to those she felt most drawn to rearing it‘s ugly head again. Not that she stopped hanging out with her teammates or anything, but when Carrie entered the picture, thanks to a chance encounter at one of her other friends apartment, Ashlee couldn’t help but find herself being drawn to her like a moth to a flame. There was just something about her that made Ashlee want to know her, to be with her and to stay in her presence as much as possible. Of course, this wasn’t really that amazing to anyone who knew Carrie. She was quite simply an absolutely alluring personality. She was smart, she was funny and absolutely and totally ravishing and Ashlee had a crush on her the moment she first laid eyes on her and she knew it and that scared the crap out of her.

Still, how could she not? Carrie really was absolutely beautiful. From her long black hair, her large, beautiful dark eyes to her wonderfully light brown skin and that perfect body that just seemed to be built for running (which was what she did. She was the star of schools track team in long distance running). Her perfect oval of a face with a lovely, perfectly small, but not too small nose above those lips that were full without being too full. Even her tattoos were perfect from the little broken heart just over her left breast, the rainbow of stars on her tummy to the star on her lower back and the tiny blue one on her wrist. Sure, none of them were really all that unique, but on her they were just perfect as were her many piercings on her ears, eyebrow, lip and bellybutton. All of it just made the natural beauty she was already blessed with just seem that much more intriguing.

In short, physically she was nothing short of a goddess as far as Ashlee was concerned. She was hardly alone in this opinion. Even Macy had commented on how beautiful she was when she‘d met her on one of the rare nights they were both able to go out together without either having to worry about waking up early the next day. Ashlee had actually gotten a little pissed at that even though she knew she was being hypocrite. Still, that knowledge hadn’t stopped her from being a bit of bitch and starting a fight over it. 

Luckily she was drunk at the time, so she was able to make use of that classic excuse the next day when she apologized still feeling like a hypocritical bitch even though Macy just laughed it all off as no big deal. Ashlee did nothing to cure her lover of this delusion even though a part of her felt terrible about the whole thing. Still, she pretended that nothing was wrong and instead let Macy make love to her sweetly until the guilt and other dark feelings she didn’t quite understand faded away into bliss.

Sadly, it hadn’t lasted and by the end of the first month of their first semester in college Ashlee was already beginning to feel herself beginning to unravel as she continued to catch herself thinking about Carrie in a less than pure manner. The guilt, however, did nothing to stop Ashlee from harboring something of schoolgirl crush on the older, beautiful girl. Ashlee even started finding excuses to hang out with Carrie alone even though she didn’t need to. Macy really didn’t care because she trusted Ashlee fully and truly. Still Ashlee often felt compelled to leave Carrie’s name out of it when telling Macy of her plans. 

Macy, of course, never once thought to question her and instead she’d just tell her to have a good time before kissing her good bye as she headed off to work, which by the time Ashlee met Carrie was actually becoming something of a burden on both their relationship and Macy‘s ability to live a normal life since she was almost always either working, in class or trying desperately to keep up with her studies. Sadly, there was nothing she could do about it. Her job paid great and she just knew that without it, even with the help they were both receiving from their parents and the small amount of money Ashlee earned working part time herself, they’d barely be able to afford decent food let alone the weed they both smoked in abundance and frankly neither one of them really wanted to be stuck eating ramen while stone cold sober. It was a frustrating situation that only added to Ashlee’s guilt, but did nothing to stop her from behaving in a manner that even she didn’t quite understand.

Of course there was another reason she felt guilty enough about hanging out with Carrie to keep it a secret from Macy: Carrie tended to talk about one subject in particular when they were alone together and that subject was sex. Not that that in itself was all that unusual. Every girl they knew were all after all sexually active young women enjoying their freedom to speak and do as they pleased in a highly permissive environment and they all talked about sex like they talked about anything: often and with great enthusiasm. The problem was that Carrie wasn’t like everyone else. 

Well, she was, but Carrie wasn’t exactly a one woman type of girl and she was damned proud of it.
Not in a bragging kind of a way. No, it was more subtle than that, but there was definitely a confidence about her that just seemed to draw other girls to her and once they were drawn in she had no problem letting them get as close as they wanted and then some.

Of course, Carrie was in a relationship herself, so it was never a straight forward kind of a thing, but after catching Carrie in the bathroom going down on a cheerleader from the local high school whom Ashlee could have sworn she’d just been talking to a mere five minutes earlier and then catching her the very next weekend in a very similar situation with a girl from Ashlee’s soccer team who Ashlee had always thought was straight ( thanks to engagement ring on her left ring finger) Ashlee quickly learned to pay attention to the way Carrie handled herself. 

She also learned to stop looking too hard for her friend when she went missing at parties. Not that Carrie seemed to mind being found. In fact, after Ashlee caught her the second time Carrie had found Ashlee sitting on the porch trying hard to not realize how jealous she was at that moment and nonchalantly just started talking to her about nothing in particular until the couple that was also occupying the porch wandered off and she just as nonchalantly said “You should have joined in,” like it was the most natural thing in the world to say and then laughed playfully when Ashlee sputtered and turned red at the thought.

“Chill, chill,” Carrie had said as she drunkenly wrapped her arm around Ashlee in a friendly gesture, “I’m just fucking with you. I know you’re all monogamous and whatever, but… oh, well. Your loss. Wanna go smoke a joint?”

Ashlee had of course said yes hoping to end the awkward moment. Thankfully it worked, but after that night Ashlee found herself turned into something of a silent partner in her friend’s crimes as Carrie suddenly started opening up about her apparently many and diverse conquests. At first this was in itself a kind of awkward experience, but as time went on Ashlee quickly found herself fascinated not only by her friends shocking ability to apparently bed just about any girl she wanted but also by some of the things she claimed to have done. Carrie, for her part, seemed almost amused by Ashlee’s naïve nature, but not in condescending way. Well, at first it was, but quickly their relationship became almost like a mentorship even though Ashlee always demurred when Carrie suggested that she “loosen up a bit” and learn not to take her relationship with Macy too seriously.

That right there really should’ve been enough of a warning for Ashlee, but it wasn’t. Nor was it enough when Carrie started getting more than a little flirtatious with her whenever they got drunk together. No, no matter how many times she had to slap Carrie’s hand from off of her thigh or had to remind her friend (and sometimes, though she’d never admit it, herself) that she was in a serious relationship and that it really wasn’t appropriate for Carrie to be grabbing her butt like that Ashlee refused to truly put the brakes on the relationship before it got to far out of hand and instead she just hid more and more from Macy while convincing herself that it was still nothing but innocent fun.

Ashlee‘s denial was a strong and powerful enemy that soon would get her in a great deal of trouble. It was so strong that even her guilt was silenced by it most of the time. Her denial allowed her to brush off just about anything. She often thought to herself that it was just a little flirting, right? How could that be bad?  Besides, she needed to do something while Macy was working all the time and it was nothing really. Just two girls playing around. Nothing serious. No, really. It was nothing. Ashlee knew that and so did Carrie. It was just a game and nothing more. Nothing more at all. 

So with those weak rationalizations in hand Ashlee continued on with her life loving Macy openly while secretly crushing on someone she knew was dangerous, but who she already just couldn’t imagine not being a part of her life mere weeks after they’d first met. And she did in fact know that Carrie was a danger. Ashlee, however, convinced herself with the help of her denial that she just wasn’t that kind of person. She’d never give in to temptation. She was strong and so was her love for Macy. Nothing could change that. Not even the way her heart seemed to skip a beat every time Carrie called her to hang out with her or that warm feeling she got when Carrie touched her in that intimate fashion that Ashlee knew she shouldn’t allow Ashlee allowed herself the luxury of believing in her own strength of will even as it was failing her completely as she found out one fateful day when it would fail her completely.

Of course, the day in question hardly seemed like anything worth worrying about when it started. It was just another Tuesday, the day she always went running with Carrie because she didn’t have practice and the only class she had that day was her ultra-early and at first ultra boring English course which she was finally starting to enjoy intellectually, but still hated because it was so damned early. By that time though she was also kind of used to it. Besides, it really did offer the perfect chance to hang out with Carrie even though she really would’ve preferred to hang out with her in the comfort of her own apartment smoking weed and listening to music. Of course, they usually did that as well, but only after getting a mile or two in at the local park with its secluded jogging trails.

When Ashlee showed up at Carrie’s after a quick stop at the apartment to change into something more appropriate to running it appeared for a moment that she wouldn’t even have a chance to hang out with Carrie at all as it was Carrie’s lover who answered the door looking most displeased to see Ashlee standing there asking to see her girlfriend. Ashlee’s suspicion that it was her presence that was angering Carrie’s lover so much was confirmed moments later when she overheard Carrie’s lover bitching about Carrie’s pothead friends and wondering why she even bothered hanging out with them while Ashlee stood on the doorstep feeling like a ten year old waiting for her friend to ask her mom for permission to go on a bike ride until Carrie came to the door and said “Hey, could you come back in like an hour? Sorry, she’s in a bad mood today, but she totally has to go to work in a bit and then we can totally go running then, cool?”

“Sure,” Ashlee had said even though she really had no idea what she’d do for an hour on her own. After all, Macy was in class, and she was kind of pissed at some of her other friends so there wasn’t much else to do at half past noon on a Tuesday in early fall. Luckily Carrie noticed the light despair forming on Ashlee’s face and took mercy on her.

“You know, maybe I could sneak out a little earlier, but she’s really paranoid right now. Just umm… go hang out at the coffee shop and I’ll totally meet you there as soon as I can calm her down, okay?”

“Yeah, that’s cool,” Ashlee said as she smiled a bit too brightly and received a smile in kind as she stood there frozen for a moment until she realized she really needed to leave and finally said “Alright, see you in a bit” before turning and heading to her car feeling far better than she knew she should. In fact, by the time she was pulling out of Carrie’s lover’s driveway and started heading to the coffee shop that she knew Carrie thought of as “the” coffee shop despite the fact there were at least ten that Ashlee could name off the top of her head without even thinking about it the guilt was already starting to catch up with her.

It was a common feeling of late. Her denial was strong as ever, but cracks were starting to form at a rapid rate and they were getting harder and harder to repair. For instance she was now willing to admit to herself she was definitely attracted to Carrie, but she had managed to convince herself that it didn’t mean anything and even if it did that she was a good person who loved Macy and nothing could ever possibly make her forget that, could it?  No, she was certain there was no way in hell she could ever forget that. She wasn’t Naiya after all. She wasn’t the kind of person who would cheat and lie to someone she loved.

Of course, that was all bullshit and she knew it. Well, so far the cheating part was true. She hadn’t cheated on Macy and she honestly had no conscious plans to do so. She had, however, lied to her several times including that very day when she told Macy that she’d probably just go to the library after class or go for a run which was all technically true, but not really. Still, it wasn’t exactly a lie. She’d simply omitted the fact that when (not if) she went running it would be with Carrie. 

Again, though, it wasn’t that Ashlee was completely unaware of the nature of her actions. She was just becoming very good at lying to herself thanks to lots of practice. In fact, she was actively doing it right there in the coffee shop as she sipped her tea and tried desperately to avoid checking the time on her phone every five minutes and instead found herself checking it every four minutes instead as she felt her conscience awakening inside of her telling her that she shouldn’t be where she was under false pretenses. 

Honestly, she couldn’t even say why she’d lied to Macy. It had been just such an automatic response. Like it was the most natural thing in the world for her to just lie straight to her lover’s face for no reason whatsoever. Well, except the reason she was denying to herself even as she anxious counted off the seconds waiting to see Carrie’s long, lean body walking through the door until the last time she picked up her phone to check the time and nearly jumped out of her seat when the phone began to vibrate in her hand. 

The barista gave her a funny look when she let out a nervous laugh, but Ashlee ignored her as she answered the call cautiously, too lost in her own embarrassment to actually check who was calling her and found herself oddly relieved to find out it was Carrie. The relief was quickly overshadowed with guilt when she almost called Carrie baby. Luckily didn’t seem to notice as she said “She’s gone. Finally. God, she’s being such a cunt lately, but whatever. Like you care, right? Anyway, I’ll be there in say ten minutes, cool?”

“Yeah, that… that’s cool,” Ashlee still feeling a little silly, but managing to overcome if only just barely.

 “Sweet. Alright, I’m going to drive there, so I’ll be there in like no time and then we can just take my car out to the park,” Carrie responded.

Ashlee said “Cool” one more time before Carrie said good-bye and then hung up leaving Ashlee to catch her breath as the guilty thoughts once again began to crowd their way into her mind as she finished off her tea before getting up and buying a couple of overpriced waters and then heading to her car to sit on the trunk and wait.

She didn’t wait long and for that she was quite thankful as just seeing Carrie’s ratty old Saab pulling in next to her Jetta seemed to completely wipe away all the dark thoughts she was having. She jumped down from the trunk quickly as Carrie playfully honked her horn while smiling at Ashlee and beckoned her to hop in.  Ashlee just smiled back before doing just that and soon they were pulling out of the parking lot and heading off to Carrie’s favorite park. 

The drive over was from far from silent as Ashlee kept the conversation going both because she was afraid to be left alone with her thoughts and because she just couldn’t help herself. She just had to talk to Carrie, to laugh at her jokes and to see and make her smile even as Ashlee felt that little dark spot inside growing as she realized she was flirting. Still, she couldn’t stop herself no matter how loudly that voice inside her head kept yelling trying hard to remind her how much she loved Macy. 

The voice didn’t even go away when she caught herself staring at Carrie’s firm, tight bottom and long, toned arms and legs when they were stretching before their run nor when she found herself falling behind her friend so she could stare at her as they ran. Even the filthy thoughts these images brought into her mind didn’t silence the guilt she was feeling, but they did allow her some peace until Carrie inevitably urged to catch up.

Luckily, as they continued to run the voices became quieter and quieter as she began to concentrate more and more on just trying to keep pace with her athletic friend. It wasn’t an easy task despite the fact that Ashlee was hardly a slouch. Heck, as a mid fielder she did quite a lot of running both during games and in practice and consequently she was in very good shape. Still, Carrie was leaps and bounds above her in that category owing to the fact that she didn’t just run off and on trying to steal the ball or pass it along so her team could score. 

When Carrie ran she ran and didn’t stop for distances that would’ve made Ashlee whither if she even attempted to contemplate them. She’d actually run marathons before and done fairly well at them even though her expertise was in the five and ten thousand meters. Carrie just happened to hold the school records in both.

That day they were doing the rough equivalent of a 5k and by the time they were done Ashlee couldn’t help but be impressed by the fact that even though she herself was glistening with sweat and struggling for breath Carrie just seemed to glow and looked like she was barely winded as she handed Ashlee the water she’d bought them earlier and teased her by saying “I thought you soccer girls were supposed to be athletes.”

“Oh, be quiet,” was all Ashlee could think of as she did her best to chug her water while thanking god that at least it wasn’t hot out.

“Oh, be quiet yourself. I’m allowed to tease. You should feel good though. I once talked that girl Desi into running with me and she almost fainted,” Carrie said as she sipped her own water rather delicately.

“How long was that?” Ashlee said trying to hide just how proud that little compliment had made her feel. Desi was, after all, the main striker on the team and honestly the girl was ripped and damned proud of it. She was also the best player they had and damned proud of that as well. In short, she was a bit of an arrogant bitch and Ashlee was ecstatic to hear she’d finally out done her in at least some respect. She was also too humble to show it even as Carrie’s smile seemed to say that Ashlee’s inner pleasure was not a secret to her even as Carrie refrained from pressing the matter.

“Not that long,” Carrie said casually before checking the pedometer on her wrist. “About five miles. No biggie.”

“Holy shit, five miles! You said we were gonna run like three,” Ashlee said somewhat indignantly.

“Oh, quit bitching. You did good. Besides what’s an extra mile or two between friends?” Carrie was smiling her little cocky smile as she said this and Ashlee discovered her small amount of anger had quickly evaporated into the thin air as Carrie continued “So what do you say we go back to my place and smoke a bowl and chill?”

“Are you…,” Ashlee started to protest both out of fear of Carrie’s lover and because she’d told Macy she’d be home in another hour. Of course, Macy wouldn’t have cared if she changed her plans, but the guilt of having lied to Macy in the first place was starting to well up inside of her at the thought of spending time alone with Carrie behind closed doors.

“Yeah, yeah. She won’t be home until like midnight. We’ll be cool. You can even shower there if you want. Well, unless your ball and chain…” Carrie said knowing full well that that last bit would be the kicker that got Ashlee to agree with her plans.

“Oh, she won’t care. I’ll just tell her I had to work or…” Ashlee started, but then stopped once she realized what she’d said pretty much revealed that she’d lied to Macy about her plans already. She needn’t have worried because upon hearing this Carrie just smiled and said “Naughty girl. I like that. You’re learning already.”

After that it was pretty much a given that Ashlee would be accompanying Carrie back to the house she shared with her lover. About the only thing that was left up in the air was whether or not she was going to be brave enough to actually tell Macy the truth. The answer to that actually turned out to be something of a push as Macy didn’t even give her a chance to make up an excuse when Ashlee called her after they’d already arrived at Carrie’s lover’s house. Heck, Ashlee barely even had a chance to say hello before Macy went into a rant about having to work a ten hour shift that night even though she had class early the next morning and then had to work another longer than usual shift both Friday and Saturday as well as her usual Wednesday and Thursday night shifts.

“But does that mean you aren’t going to be coming to the match?” Ashlee said, authentically sad at the prospect of her girlfriend not attending one of her teams matches especially when she had another good chance to actually play since the team was on a particularly bad streak having only managed one solid win and two ties in their first month of playing with one of those ties coming when Ashlee was starting. Also, of course, there’d been a series of injuries that she’d managed to make the best of even though she liked one of the girl’s she was replacing. 

“Yes and I fucking told them that I wanted to go to your game, but you know those assholes: They didn’t even bat an eye. They couldn’t care less, the fucking homophobes. I’m sorry, baby. I know you wanted me to go, but…Fuck!”

“It’s okay, I know you did.” Ashlee said trying to be comforting. She was absolutely certain that Macy had at least tried because that was just the way she was. Ashlee loved soccer and Macy loved Ashlee so Macy loved watching Ashlee play.

“Well, at least I can still make your match on Sunday…” Macy started only to have Ashlee cut her off.

“Oh, you don’t have to. I know you don’t want to drive that far. It’s okay. Hell, I probably won’t even play Sunday anyway. Courtney’s knee is getting better. Fuck, she’s been practicing and everything and she‘s barely even limping anymore. Don’t worry about it. Just don’t kill anyone tonight, okay?”

“I’ll try.”

“Don’t try. Just don’t do it.”

“Even if they really deserve it?”

“Especially if they really deserve it.”

“Oh, you’re such a taskmaster. Fuck, I gotta go. I need to get ready. Ugh, just promise me you’ll have fun while I’m working so at least one of us won’t be going absolutely crazy.”

“I promise, baby. I’ll have a fucking blast and think of you the whole time.”

“You’re a saint. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Ashlee said and ended the call feeling a bit shitty for a moment as she thought of Macy working all those hours before her train of thought was wrecked by Carrie.

“Ah, so sweet,” Carrie said and then laughed before adding “You guys are so fucking cute.”

“Whatever,” Ashlee said, actually blushing a little thanks to Carrie’s mocking tone.

“Oh, quit blushing,” Carrie said noticing as she dared a glance at Ashlee while driving down the busy highway. “I was being serious. It’s cute how you guys still say I love you and all that stuff. My girl hasn’t said she loved me for months now. Well, not unless you count when I make her come. I know I don’t.”

“You’re such a slut.” Ashlee said while smiling weakly.

“How does that make me a slut? She’s my girlfriend. I’m supposed to make her come. It’s like my job.”

“Your job?”

“Well, not my job. You know what I meant. I love her and blah blah blah. Anyway, enough of that. So… you now find yourself with an evening free of class, practice and girlfriend. Whatever shall you do?”

“Hmmm, that’s a good question…” Ashlee said instantly falling in line with Carrie knowing full well what was coming next.

“It is. It totally is,” Carrie said and then paused before adding “And she even told you had to have fun and here I am the funnest fucking person you know…”

“Oh, shut up. Just say it already.”

“Say what?”

“Say ‘Let’s get drunk!’ or whatever ‘cause you know I’ll totally say yes.”

“Hmmm, you’ll say yes to whatever I say, huh?” Carrie said as a very dangerous smile appeared on her face. It was a smile that spoke volumes about what Carrie and the way her mind worked as did the playful little touch she placed on Ashlee’s arm as she spoke. Ashlee couldn’t help but shiver a little, but with thoughts of Macy still fresh in her mind she managed to defuse the situation with a quick clearing of her throat before adding in a soft, somewhat controlled but still nervous little voice “See, that’s why I called you a slut,” and received another wicked smile in return before Carrie, unfazed by the rebuff of her teasing advances, shifted gears as she asked “Seriously, you wanna like hangout or go out or whatever?”

Ashlee’s answer was of course a resounding yes to all of it. It may have been the middle of the week and she may have had a long practice the next two days in a row and then a game on Friday with a wonderful mixture of class and work and another game before the weekend was over thrown in just to make it interesting, but damn it, she really wanted to have fun. Besides, she knew Carrie was more of a smoker than a drinker, so hangovers weren’t exactly a big worry until Carrie finally formulated a plan that she just wouldn’t let Ashlee say no to: she wanted to go to the gay bar.

“Oh, come on,” Ashlee had said even though she could tell by the look in Carrie’s eyes that she didn’t have a chance in hell of changing her mind. Honestly, she kind of knew that the moment the words gay bar came out of Carrie’s mouth. It had actually been a bit of an obsession with Carrie since she found out a week or so before that Ashlee had never been to one. According to her it was something that everyone had to do at least once.

“Oh, come on yourself. You know you wanna. Girl, it’ll be fun and they’ll totally let you drink and everything. Shit, Tina should be working tonight and she just loves you cute little athletic types. Seriously, just give her a smile and chances are you won’t even have to pay. Well, unless her girlfriend is about then you’ll have to pay, but still, she won’t even card you. Swear. C’mon! Say yes, damn you!”

“Oh my god,” Ashlee had said after about ten minutes of that. “Fine, but if I can’t even get a drink we’re totally leaving.”

“Don’t worry about that. Tina loves me. Besides, we’ll totally smoke up before we leave just in case. Hell, it’s not like they care. Teddy might even get you high himself if he’s around. If he is though just remember you’re twenty-one. Anyway, yay! We’re gonna pop your gay bar cherry! Be excited!”

After that Carrie came to the conclusion that it would be best if they got a little dressed up for their excursion. Ashlee suggested that Carrie get ready while she went home showered and dressed into something more socially acceptable than a sweaty t-shirt, running shorts and track shoes. Carrie nixed that idea almost instantly saying “Fuck that. Why don’t you just hang here and smoke a bowl while I hop in the shower and get dressed quick and then we’ll both go to your place and you can do the same.”

“But it’d be so much quicker if I…” Ashlee started to retort.

“Yeah, yeah. Who’s in a hurry? C’mon. Indulge me. Besides, no offense, but you wouldn’t know sexy if it bit you in your cute little butt.”

“Excuse me?”

“Hush, girl, you got cute down, but not sexy. Don’t argue with me.”

“But it doesn’t matter…”

“I said don’t argue with me. You should listen to your elders. It’s a sign of respect.”

“Whatever, you’re like three years older than me.”

“I said hush! Seriously though, c’mon. Just chill here for like twenty minutes and I’ll take a quick shower and throw on what I was going to wear tonight anyway. Besides, we have time. It isn’t even dark yet. We have time. Oh, and let‘s go get your car. My ride is about out of gas and it’s been due an oil change for like a week. Last thing I need is to be walking home from the fucking bar because my P.O.S. decided to stop working while we were busy getting drunk. ”

Ashlee knew at that point that the argument was lost. She also knew she’d be waiting a lot longer than twenty minutes, so she not only smoked a bowl, but she smoked two and then spent the rest of her time waiting looking through Carrie’s lover’s bookshelf. She was both impressed and surprised by what she saw there and was going to say something about all of the literary goodness on display, but the thought was shocked out of her mind when Carrie appeared beside her dressed in nothing but a towel on her head as she continued to dry herself with another towel.

“Find anything interesting?” Carrie asked as she dried her arm and stood next to Ashlee fully nude. Ashlee didn’t hear a word of it. Instead she found herself desperately trying to drink in every inch of Carrie’s toned and perfectly tanned body noting the cute constellation of rainbow stars and the lovely, little navel pierced so perfectly with a simple silver barbell. She even managed to memorize the curves of Carrie’s small, but perfect breasts before Carrie cleared her throat and said teasingly “I meant on the bookshelf.”


“Oh, umm… Sorry, I… I…,” Ashlee started to say as she once again blushed as she averted her eyes only to hear Carrie laugh lightly beside her.

“You’re so fucking silly. Look, I’ll go get dressed and then we’ll head out to your apartment. I’ll just borrow some of your make up at your place. Cool?”

“Yeah… yeah, cool,” was all Ashlee could think of to say as she braved looking in Carrie’s eyes and saw that the smile was still there and felt even sillier. Luckily, that feeling of silliness did nothing to stop her from catching another peak at Carrie as Carrie slowly exited the room. By the time Carrie popped back in to the room ten minutes later Ashlee had managed to regain some semblance of dignity and grace. Or she did until she let her eyes take in Carrie’s form now dressed simply, but sexily in tight, well worn and low cut blue jeans and a tight black t-shirt with a rainbow on the front and the words “I know what girls like” over that. If it hadn’t been for the fact that it was all just tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination it would have looked like nothing special. With Carrie’s body, however, even that seemingly casual ensemble was nothing short of an invitation to sex.

“I’ll take that as compliment,” Carrie said smiling her mischievous smile yet again as she momentarily struck a playful pose for Ashlee letting Ashlee know that she’d once again been caught staring. Of course, it also let her know that Carrie didn’t mind one little bit. Still, it still took a good bit of effort for Ashlee to sputter out her compliments without blushing too much before Carrie thanked her and then finished the exchange by saying “Ready?”

After that they were off to get Ashlee’s car and then let Ashlee get dressed in what Ashlee had imagined to be a fairly quick succession of events. Little did she know how paranoid Carrie truly was about her girlfriend finding her car and instead of just parking her Saab in the coffee shop parking lot she insisted on driving out to the middle of nowhere and leaving her car in the parking lot of some grocery store Ashlee had never even heard of before. “Trust me, if you knew my girl like I do you’d totally understand,” Carrie had explained upon joining Ashlee in her Jetta and noticing the weird look on her face. Ashlee merely shook her head before heading to her own apartment to take her shower and begin the arduous search for the perfect sexy, but not too sexy outfit for her first trip to a bar.

By the time they arrived at the bar almost two hours later Ashlee’s stomach was simply full of butterflies. She hated to admit it, but she was honestly scared about going to the bar with Carrie. Neither because it was a gay bar of course nor because she was going with Carrie though there was a part of her that was definitely anxious about that for multiple reasons. No, the reason she was nervous was because she’d honestly never been in a bar before and, frankly, she had some naïve notions about what went down in one. She wasn’t sure if she would be walking into living, breathing meat market of drunken, anonymous sex or a savage bar fight that would engulf the entire place into an orgy of violence but a small, very loud, very outspoken part of her psyche was absolutely certain that it would definitely be one, the other or possibly a combination of both.

Luckily upon following Carrie into the dimly lit environment and hearing nothing but the sound of loud, drunken laughter emanating from a single source ( a very drunk and very effeminate man by the sound of his voice) and some relatively soft and soothing music pumping to a light, but still somewhat powerful beat the butterflies almost instantly disappeared. When they rounded the corner to see a small bar with a couple of older dykes chatting it up over some Pabst Blue Ribbon, and some scattered sparsely occupied tables of mostly gay men just sitting and drinking in a relaxed manner with big grins tattooed on their faces Ashlee suddenly found herself completely unconcerned about her surroundings. 

In fact, as she followed Carrie to the bar she actually felt an odd sense of comfort building inside of her as she started to tune into the relaxed vibe of the place. By the time she found herself being introduced to a beautiful tall and thin butch with a cute red Mohawk and several intriguing piercings whom she was informed was her supposed benefactor Tina she was no longer worried in the least. Even when Tina made it instantly clear that she was going to flirt with Ashlee every chance she got by immediately telling Ashlee how pretty she was as she held Ashlee’s hand just a bit longer than was required for a polite hand shake Ashlee felt more flattered then disconcerted. 

Even when Tina replied with the simple, but oddly intriguing “I envy her,” when Ashlee informed her that she was in relationship in response to Tina asking if she was single Ashlee couldn’t help but smile. She was almost disappointed when Tina switched from flirty to friendly, but business like as she asked them what they wanted to drink and then handed over two coronas with lime. This train of thought was then disrupted when Carrie slapped Ashlee’s hand away from her pocket as Carrie handed Tina her credit card while saying to Ashlee “Don’t worry about it. I’m a trust fund kid and I assure you my grandmother would want me to spend her hard earned money on getting you drunk. She was just that kind of lady.” Tina never once even mentioned the word ID.

After that they both sat down and made conversation for a bit until one of the dykes at the bar seemed to notice Carrie suddenly as she shouted “Holy fucking Jesus, look who’s here!” as she walked briskly, but drunkenly even though it was still just a little past eight and the bar had only been open for about an hour towards Carrie before leaning down to give Carrie a much more than friendly kiss which Carrie gladly returned before gently pushing her drunk acquaintance away and introducing her to Ashlee who was still struggling to keep the jealousy she knew she shouldn’t have been feeling in check. It was quite a fight, but she managed to muddle through it. Still, she did have to ask for the woman’s name one more time before she said hi to C.J. and shook her offered hand before she was forced to sit through five minutes of drunken flirting from C.J. until Carrie took mercy on her and told C.J. that it was nice catching up which C.J. correctly interpreted as “Fuck off, you drunk ass third wheel,” and then politely made her exit after one more kiss and a promise from Carrie that she would definitely call her that Friday.

“What was that all about?” Ashlee asked after the women sauntered back over to the bar where she tried to kiss one of the other women only to find herself being bitterly rebuffed.

“C.J.? Oh, we just hooked up a couple of weeks ago when my girl was out of town doing her usual bullshit. She’s really quite sweet once you get to know her. A little gruff and frankly I’m not big on butch chicks, but whatever. It was just fun, you know? Nothing serious,” Carrie said nonchalantly before taking another sip of her beer.

“Oh,” was all Ashlee could manage to say even though she was as always more than a little intrigued by the way Carrie just passed off cheating on her girlfriend like it was nothing more serious than going bowling with her buddies. No matter how many times Ashlee witnessed this behavior it was still both shocking and very alluring at the same time. Even as their conversation returned to more mundane topics Ashlee still found herself contemplating her friends nonchalant approach to casual sex much more intently then she knew she had any right to until Carrie once again took the conversation done a more interesting path then what Ashlee thought of the music currently blasting out of the speaker next to their chosen table.

“So what do you think of Tina?” Carrie asked seemingly out of nowhere twenty minutes later after returning from the bar with another round of beer.

“What do you mean?” Ashlee found herself asking. It was an authentic query. She would have hated to admit it but with the weed she’d been smoking earlier which had been excellent and the fact that she was both tired and a definite lightweight when it came to alcohol she was already pretty good and buzzed.

“I mean would you fuck her,” Carrie said calmly, but an odd little smirk that told Ashlee she was teasing her, but which Ashlee ignored because, honestly, the first thing that had come to her mind at the mention of Tina was whether or not she’d been reading her right when she thought she was flirting with her and found herself kind of hoping that she was even though she really couldn’t justify why she even cared. Consequently it was hardly amazing that when Ashlee finally managed to spit out a response by saying “Of course not. I’m in a relationship,” it wasn’t with a good deal of conviction.

“Well, I didn’t ask you if you wanted to go out with her. I asked if you would have sex with her,” Carrie said and then paused to take a sip of her beer before concluding by adding “Completely different.”

“Oh,” was again all Ashlee could come up with in response as she sat there drinking her beer noticeably faster than Carrie. In part it was just some residual nervousness over the fact that she was doing something that definitely wouldn’t look good to the power’s that be at the school. After all, under age drinking by athletes, especially those on scholarship, wasn’t exactly looked upon with high regard, but hell, she was already walking a dangerous line with all the pot she smoked, so whatever. It was a fragile defense that wasn’t quite working on her at the moment because that was hardly all that was worrying her as Carrie took her silence as an invitation to continue talking about the difference between sex and relationships and, in fact, she did so for almost the entire time they were at the bar.

At first, it just made Ashlee nervous even though it was nothing she hadn’t heard before. Macy had actual said similar things in the past. Honestly, Macy and Carries thoughts on the subject were pretty much identical with one very important difference: Carrie seemed to see nothing wrong with enjoying the benefits of both at the same time while Macy had made it clear that while she had no qualms about fucking just for the hell of it when she wasn’t in a relationship when she was in something serious it just wasn’t something she was into (Well, not quite. Ashlee and Macy had actually discussed threesomes in the past and even though they both found the idea intriguing they had so far done nothing to make the fantasy real).

Through Ashlee’s first two beers Ashlee found herself (as was usual when Carrie started in on this her favorite subject) arguing Macy’s case almost on reflex, but also because, despite her conflicted feelings at the time and her relative lack of experience, she really did believe that Macy had it right. Still by her third beer her spirited support of Macy’s personal sexual philosophy was beginning to wane as Carrie pressed on.

“I mean,” Carrie started after Ashlee had come back with another round, her fear of being busted having dissipated into nothingness as her buzz began to take hold, “If I find some chick attractive and she finds me attractive and neither of us are looking for anything serious or long term why shouldn’t we? I mean, it’s not like that’s actually cheating.”

“But how is that not…” Ashlee found herself saying for what felt like the hundredth time as the discussion continued despite the fact that they’d both covered all sides of the issue several times already and, has at happened almost every other time she’d tried this tack, she quickly found herself being cut across by Carrie almost as soon as the words left her lips.

“Because it’s just sex. I mean, come on, Ash. You going to tell me if some really hot, really smart, really interesting, super sexy chick walked through the door right this second and came over here and started flirting with you just the right way, touching you in all those nice little spots that just get you wet and started whispering sweet nothings in your ear and made it clear that all she wanted was hot, no strings attached sex with you right here, right now you’d say no just because you have a girlfriend?”

“Well, yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying. Cheating’s cheating.  It doesn’t matter if it’s just fucking, if there are no strings attached or whatever. All that matters is the fact that Macy wouldn’t do it to me, so I wouldn’t do it to her.”

“But if she would you would?”

“Well, yeah… I mean, I don’t know. I guess I would, but… but it doesn’t matter ‘cause she wouldn’t and I won’t either. It’s a moot point.”

“Interesting,” was all Carrie said and then their conversation was interrupted before Ashlee could ask what exactly was so interesting about what she’d just said by yet another friend of Carrie’s coming over and saying hello. This friend was another fairly butch and slightly older woman, but much cuter and more subdued than Carrie’s other friend. Sadly, she also stayed with them a good deal longer. Of course, why this was a bad thing Ashlee wouldn’t let herself know, but it didn’t matter. She was drunk enough not to care, but not so drunk that she couldn’t take some effort to bury this feeling and play nice even though from the look on Carrie’s face as she introduced her friend Rita to her told Ashlee that she might not have covered her feelings as well as she should have.

Still, Rita was nice and actually quite charming even when she made a little stab at making a low key pass at Ashlee that Ashlee didn’t even get a chance to politely reject as Carrie, by now having polished off a sixth beer herself and obviously feeling more than a little drunk, cut her off and told Rita teasingly that Ashlee was a good girl to which Rita replied casually “Well, that’s a shame,” before brushing it all off with ease and driving the conversation down a  more friendly non-sexual path as the bar actually started to show some signs of life despite the fact that it was an off night. Not too much life, but the small dance floor was actually occupied now by a dozen or so people dancing to the music that Ashlee was just beginning to take in despite the fact that it at started blasting at a fairly high volume not long after Rita had joined them.

She wasn’t the only person to notice the fact that there was now more to do then just get drunk and talk as Carrie suddenly shot up from her chair and said “C’mon, Ash. Let’s dance,” in a way that made it clear that there was to be no argument allowed. Not that Ashlee could see any reason to do so despite the fact that the music playing wasn’t exactly her cup of tea. Honestly, she couldn’t have cared less at the moment even though she generally despised electronica. The beat was strong and addictive and that was all that mattered as the three of them found their way to the dance floor and began to feel their way through the music and the small crowd that was actually growing a bit.

For awhile there as they danced in a fairly platonic manner Ashlee found herself no longer occupied by her conflicted feelings towards Carrie. After all, this was just fun. They were just three (along with Rita who was still sticking close to them in a way that failed to bother Ashlee one little bit. In fact she was already starting to grow on her mostly thanks to her very relaxed and casual demeanor) young women dancing, laughing and having fun. Sure, none of them were exactly good dancers, but they were enjoying themselves and so was everyone else and that was what mattered. It wasn’t until Rita wandered off the floor to talk to some guy Ashlee vaguely recognized from a party she’d attended a few weeks back and then disappeared into the pool room with him that the playfulness of the evening started to fade as it gave way to something different and dangerous.

It was subtle at first. Honestly, Ashlee didn’t even register the fact that Carrie’s hands were on hips until they’d been there for awhile. Even when she did realize that Carrie was starting to get a little close she didn’t really think anything of it. In fact, she actually kind of liked the feel of her older friend’s hands wrapping themselves around her waist as she pressed her warm soft body against Ashlee’s back. She even liked it when she felt Carrie begin to grind herself against her ever so slightly as those hands began to slide up under Ashlee’s shirt to touch the soft skin of Ashlee’s belly.  It felt good and that was the only thing she bothered to think about it as they continued to sway and flow together as the music continued to pump from the bars crappy, but adequate sound system.

At least that was all she could think until her bladder suddenly made its presence known and she turned to whisper to Carrie that she needed to make use of the ladies room. Carrie invited herself along which Ashlee thought nothing of, of course, but she was a little shocked when her friend grabbed her hand and held it all the way there. Ashlee didn’t, however, do anything to stop her. In fact, while she wouldn’t have admitted it at the time, it felt kind of good. At least it did until Carrie didn’t let go even when Ashlee tried to open to the door to the stall in the nearly empty ladies room (It was, after all, a gay bar. In fact, besides the bartender, the dykes at the bar when they came in and Rita there probably weren’t three more women in the whole place that night.)

“What are you doing?” Ashlee said then laughed as Carrie smiled at her, but refused to let go prompting Ashlee to add “C’mon. I really gotta pee.”

“So?” was all Carrie seemed to have to say about as she made a face that echoed the sentiment perfectly.

“So? I gotta pee. What you wanna go with me?” Ashlee said thinking her joke obvious. Of course, it was, but that didn’t stop Carrie from smiling before replying “I thought you’d never ask.”

“You can’t watch me pee!” Ashlee said a bit too loudly thanks to both the booze that was still coursing through her blood stream and a fair amount of shock when she realized that Carrie wasn’t playing.

“Oh, don’t be a prude. C’mon. We’re both girls. Besides, I’d rather not smoke this…” Carrie said and then pulled a joint from her pocket, a remarkably straight joint considering how closely and vigorously they’d been dancing, “Out where everyone can see.”

“What… really?” was all Ashlee could think to say as she found herself actually quite tempted by this offer. So tempted that when Carrie motioned for her to go ahead into the stall she did so without further protest until they were both inside the crowded confines of toilet and that stood there looking at each other for a second before she said “You need a light?”

“I thought you had to pee,” was all Carrie said.

“I said I’m not peeing in front of you,” Ashlee said. She really hadn’t even thought that Carrie was actually implying they do both at the same time. In her mind it all translated as smoke joint hidden somewhat in their little cubicle and then Carrie would go wash her hands or something while she peed. Honestly, the idea that she’d pee first with Carrie standing right there looking at her was just so alien to her sensibilities that she didn’t even think that Carrie would want to. Heck, Ashlee never even peed in front of Macy, Naiya or even her sisters unless you counted a quick wee while they were hidden behind the thin veil of the shower curtain or a couple of times in the woods when it was dark enough and the bathroom far enough away for her to not care and she said as much to Carrie.  

Carrie was thoroughly unimpressed by this argument as she said “Oh, my god. Look, I’ll turn around and you can just close your eyes and pretend I’m not here, okay?” Ashlee watched Carrie standing there with her back to her and finally just gave up and said “Fine!” before dropping her pants and sitting down.  Of course, that was hardly enough to block out Carrie’s presence so she quickly resorted to covering her eyes as well and then closing them before she finally found herself capable of releasing all the excess urine that was just screaming to be allowed to escape her bladder.

“Ha! I knew you’d cave!” Carrie said and then laughed victoriously as Ashlee cringed at the sound of her voice.

“Oh my god, shut up! I’m trying to pee!” was all Ashlee could say in response.

“Ah, you’ve even covered your eyes. That’s so cute.”

“Hey, you’re not supposed to be lookin‘, you pervert.”

“Hush, you aint got nothing I aint never seen before,” Carrie responded, the laughter still evident in her voice. Ashlee was about to respond when she heard a lighter click and  soon after smelled the distinct odor of burning pot filling the small space she was now very reluctantly sharing with Carrie. It was almost enough to forget all about the awkwardness Carrie was forcing her into when Carrie passed her the joint by tapping on the hand Ashlee was using to cover her eyes. Ashlee took a deep breath as she forced down her fear and allowed herself to open her eyes to take the joint and take a toke while Carrie smiled at her as she said “There you go. Just relax, girl. Just think of it like the showers. You know just a bunch of girls naked together doing incredibly un-sexy things. Well, here anyway. Soccer girls showering together could never be un-sexy.”

“You’re so weird,” Ashlee said, finally feeling herself relax a little even though she was still having a hard time looking in Carrie’s direction. 

Of course, this was hard to do in a bathroom stall, but she tried and succeeded enough to finally relieve herself completely. Of course, pulling her shirt down as far as she could to cover her pussy from view also helped even though it didn’t work as she learned when Carrie said in nonchalant voice “So you shave, huh? Good to know.”

“Stop looking at my pussy while I pee!”

“Why? It’s a cute pussy. Besides, you’re done and you know it, so get up and this time I will turn around so you can wipe because I may be mean, but I’m not cruel,” Carrie said with an air of relaxed ease and again she turned around. Ashlee took full advantage of this and wiped herself before getting up and pulling her panties back up before Carrie turned around again. 

This time Carrie was good, but Ashlee couldn’t help but notice that small part of her actually a bit disappointed about that. She even frowned a little and was only just able to hide it when Carrie turned around to pass her the joint again. At least, Ashlee thought she had managed to hide it until she looked up to see Carrie’s drunken smirk. 

Ashlee wanted to say something  quick witted and pithy, but with the alcohol still affecting her so strongly and now the weed the best she could manage was a stuttering “Wh… What?” that just made Carrie smile even bigger as she said “Nothing,” in a soft, but tension filled voice. She then simply took the joint from Ashlee’s hand and took a hit still smiling an enigmatic little smile as their little cubicle grew quiet for a moment until Carrie said “Here. I want try something,” before taking another hit and then leaning into Ashlee.

“What are you doing?” Ashlee said, in a tone that barely hid the small amount of panic mixed with a dark tinge of excitement she was feeling. It was apparently a silly question as  Carrie, still holding her breath while looking a little miffed cupped her hands over her mouth and then indicated that Ashlee do the same. Ashlee, of course, immediately felt stupid, but she did as she was asked and Carrie blew her hit into Ashlee’s mouth letting her take in the smoke that was in her lungs. 

It was something Ashlee had done several times before (though usually with the joint in the other person’s mouth) and she was about to say so after exhaling her hit, but she couldn’t help but realize as she exhaled that Carrie’s face was approaching her own yet again. This time, however, Ashlee didn’t say a thing. Oh, she wanted to, or at least a part of her did, but for some reason she just couldn’t find her voice or even raise her hands to stop her friends advance until it was too late as she suddenly found herself melting into Carrie’s kiss.

For a moment everything was perfect. Ashlee felt no guilt, no shame, no self doubt or hatred as she accepted her friend’s soft lips pressing so sweetly against her own. She even found herself wrapping her arms around Carrie’s thin, but strong back as Carrie did the same to her. At first it was just for the contact, but then their drunken bathroom make out session started to get a little more serious as they pulled each other tightly together. Soon hands found their way under shirts to grab soft flesh while the kiss became ever more passionate and wanton until another line was crossed and Ashlee felt Carrie’s hands on her breasts.

The kiss broke then, but only for a second as they stared into each others eyes while Carrie’s hands kneaded Ashlee’s bosom in a manner that was somewhat less than gentle, but somehow perfect for the moment. The gaze broke when Carrie’s fingers pinched Ashlee’s nipples with just the right amount of pressure to leave Ashlee confused as to whether she should squeal in pleasure or pain. Instead she just grabbed Carrie by the back of the head and pulled her back to her mouth as she moaned wantonly into Carrie’s mouth until Carrie pushed her back against the wall of the stall and broke the kiss to push Ashlee’s shirt up past her bosom.

“God, you’re breasts are so fucking cute,” Carrie said somewhat breathlessly before quickly bending down to take first one of Ashlee’s nipples between her teeth then the other in another animalistic act that simply made Ashlee quiver with excitement. Ashlee was vaguely aware of the fact that she was being a little louder than she should’ve been considering where they were, but she didn’t care. Even if she had cared she wouldn’t have been able to do anything about it as Carrie continued to place bites all around her breasts taking special care to ravage Ashlee’s already hard and incredibly sensitive nipples as Ashlee bite her lip, whined ecstatically and ran her hands through Carrie’s hair.

Ashlee wasn’t really capable of making comparisons at that moment, but Carrie was definitely nothing like Macy or even Naiya.  Sure, with both of them she’d played a little with the boundaries between pleasure and pain, but where they were gentle and soft about those boundaries Carrie was more like an animal obsessed with making Ashlee squirm and squeal. This was hardly a bad thing, but it was just so new, so different and so incredibly exciting that Ashlee was so completely lost in the moment that she didn’t even care when Carrie slid her hand down the front of her pants and panties and began to aggressively attack her clit just as Ashlee heard someone enter the bathroom.

Luckily Carrie did care as she suddenly jumped up and covered Ashlee’s mouth with the same hand that had just been down Ashlee’s pants while holding her finger to her lips as she shushed Ashlee without even making a sound until whomever it was stumbled into the stall on the other end of the line. Ashlee, of course, wasn’t happy about this at all and showed her disapproval by frowning in frustration in a way that apparently Carrie found endearing enough to kiss her before she whispered in her ear “Sorry, kiddo, but if they catch me in here again they’ll kick my ass out.”

Oddly, this bit of information didn’t make Ashlee want to stop one little bit even though it implied she was hardly special. Of course, she knew Carrie well enough to not be surprised that she’d done this before, but she wasn’t thinking about that either. About the only thing she was thinking was how wet she was at that very moment and how oddly hot it was to feel her own wetness and smell her own scent on Carrie’s fingers.

At least that was all she was thinking about until Carrie whispered into her ear one more time and said “You know, I have an apartment like a block away from here we could go to if you want… Be more private and I have a nice big, comfy bed…” 

As she whispered these words Carrie was cruelly tempting fate by teasingly caressing Ashlee’s sensitive lower belly with the tip of her finger while using the pauses to nip and nibble on Ashlee’s earlobe. How Ashlee managed to keep from groaning or at least laughing at the light touch on such  a sensitive part of her body when every nerve ending seemed to be getting ready to explode at any second was amazing enough for Ashlee not to question why Carrie had an apartment she didn’t know about. It also made it easy for her to silently nod her head in agreement to this plan before kissing Carrie then trying her best to straighten herself up as they waited for whoever it was who interrupted them to finish her business, wash her hands and exit before they cautiously opened the door to the stall and headed out the door trying to act nonchalant as the hand stamper at the door eyed them knowingly and said “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” with a wicked little smile on his face.

It was telling as too how turned on Ashlee was at that moment that she didn’t even think about arguing with Carrie when she suggested that Ashlee let her drive her car. Honestly, she didn’t even think twice about it despite the fact she had a standing rule against letting anyone (including herself) drive her car while even slightly drunk. Of course, the stupidity of drunk driving wasn’t the only thing she wasn’t thinking about at the time that she would regret in the morning, but right then it was out of sight out of mind as she hopped in the car with her heart pounding so hard she could almost hear it as she tried her hardest not to jump Carrie every time the car came to a stop.

Luckily it was a short drive to the small, but nice looking apartment in a neighborhood that Ashlee had yet to visit since coming to school. Not that she cared about that as they got out of her car after parking it off in a far corner of the lot out of Carrie’s fear of hitting another car and then they both basically ran up the stairs to the small one bedroom apartment that Ashlee would later learn was kept solely because Carrie’s trust fund paid the rent and all the bills and because she liked having a place that her girlfriend thought she’d gotten rid of months ago.

Again, though, Ashlee was extremely unconcerned about all that nonsense as they entered the small, almost barren apartment and almost instantly returned to what they’d been doing before they’d been so rudely interrupted. This time, however, they didn’t bother with keeping it quiet or keeping their clothes on as Ashlee almost tackled Carrie as soon as the door was shut and the light turned on. Carrie laughed a bit at Ashlee’s eagerness at first, but the levity vanished quickly as Ashlee tugged at Carrie’s shirt and pulled it off over her head and Carrie did the same until they were both standing there naked with their clothes thrown willy-nilly around the apartment. Ashlee then tried to get a few bites in herself, but Carrie stopped her and instead guided Ashlee’s lips to her own for a long, hard kiss full of passion and need that almost took Ashlee’s breath away before Carrie broke it off saying “C’mon. Let’s go to bed.”

Ashlee didn’t even think of arguing with Carrie, but Carrie didn’t even give her a chance. No, after she’d finished speaking she’d simply grabbed Ashlee’s hand firmly and guided her to the small bedroom. Carrie didn’t even let Ashlee close the door before she unceremoniously grabbed her and pulled into another hard, quick, but passion filled kiss before she essentially pushed Ashlee on to the bed saying in a voice that was intense as it was deceptively quiet “Girl, I am going to fucking blow your mind.”

In almost any other situation Ashlee would have laughed at such a cheesy line, but somehow she just knew that despite the omnipresent impish smile Carrie wasn’t kidding. This assumption was proven almost immediately when Carrie pushed Ashlee on her back and moved to her to the center of the bed. Carrie then joined Ashlee by crawling up over her as she stared at Ashlee in an almost predatory fashion before stealing her breath away with another hard kiss while grabbing Ashlee’s hands and pinning them above her head.

It wasn’t a playful thing like it was when Macy did it on occasion. It was aggressive and it was an act of control and in that way it was almost too much. Not too much in a bad way. Hardly, the feel of Carrie’s firm grip on her wrists that only got stronger when Ashlee occasionally feigned resistance was deeply arousing. Add in the way Carrie was then biting her lip in a manner that was somehow both too hard and just hard enough and it was easy to understand why Ashlee was already trying hard to grind her pussy against Carrie’s knee before the knee was cruelly moved away as Carrie teased Ashlee saying “Aren’t you a bad girl? You wanna come?”

“Oh, fuck yes,” was all that Ashlee could think of saying in response as she tried in vain to reposition  herself to maintain contact then, failing that, tried to free one of her hands so she could touch herself. Carrie’s grip however again proved formidable. Ashlee was quickly forced to give up with a frustrated grunt that was cut off quickly by another quick, hard kiss from Carrie.

“You really should just relax and let me have my way with you, cutie. Trust me. It’ll be better for both of us if you do,” Carrie said when that last kiss broke. Then, as if to reinforce her point, she maneuvered Ashlee’s hands so she could pin them with just one of her own and quickly brought her now unoccupied hand to Ashlee’s hot, wet pussy to teasingly caress the soft, sensitive flesh of Ashlee’s folds as Ashlee sighed sweetly and relaxed almost instantly. Carrie just laughed cruelly before leaning down once more for another passionate kiss.

This time the kiss was not quick. Carrie seemed intent on kissing her younger friend for as long as Ashlee would allow it and probably far beyond that. Carrie also made sure that Ashlee would have no reason to protest as her fingers began to do more than just teasingly caress Ashlee’s sex and instead allowed long, thin fingers to slowly make their way between Ashlee’s aroused lips.

Ashlee was in heaven, completely lost in the pleasure of the moment even before she felt Carrie beginning to penetrate her. Even the little guilty voice far in the back of her head that should have been busy trying to get her to remember how much she loved Macy and how terrible it was for Ashlee to be cheating on her so brazenly was silent as Carrie’s thumb found it’s way to her clit and those long, thin fingers finally made their way deep inside her to curl and thrust as Carrie saw fit. Ashlee’s conscience was lost in a thick, suffocating fog of wanton pleasure as she found herself barely capable of even realizing that she was already at the cusp her first orgasm of the night mere moments after Carrie started fingering her in earnest until it was already almost upon her.

“Oh, fucking Jesus… Fuck me…” was all Ashlee could manage to say (and even that was muffled by Carrie’s mouth refusing to relinquish their kiss) when seconds later she felt that orgasm begin to overtake her in what seemed like an ungodly quick fashion. Again, though, she was hardly thinking about the fact that it had been about five minutes since they’d entered the bedroom and no more than two since Carrie started doing anything more than teasing. All she was thinking about was the rush of pleasure she knew was about to feel.

“Later, baby,” was all Carrie had to say in response when she paused to take a breath which would’ve confused Ashlee had she been capable of forming anything even vaguely resembling a rational thought at the time. Luckily that wasn’t the case as she simply shut her eyes, pulled Carrie back into a kiss and fully gave herself to the sensations that were threatening to overtake her mind and body to the point that she hadn’t even realized her hands were free until that point and even then it barely registered. All she knew at the time was that pulling Carrie back to her was a wise decision as the kiss only added to the wonderful sensation of overwhelming joy and pleasure that seemed to waken every nerve ending in her young body as Carrie’s fingers continued to pump and curl inside her convulsing and thoroughly aroused cunt even after the sensations ceased to be pleasurable and sudden became almost painful.

“Oh god, stop! That’s enough!” Ashlee managed to say after finally catching her breath. Carrie just ignored her until Ashlee tried in vain to scoot away from those devilishly wonderful fingers as they seemed to dig deeper inside of her. Ashlee eventually stopped trying to scoot away when she accidentally bumped her head against Carrie’s head board causing Carrie to half stifle a laugh which Ashlee ignored, but that didn’t stop her from begging Carrie for mercy as she switched tactics and tried to pull Carrie’s hand away from her sensitive sex even though the pain was starting to fade quickly to be replaced by something close to pleasure that was building even as Carrie smiled down at her and said simply “Relax, Ashlee. Just relax, baby,” before using her free hand to pull Ashlee back into a kiss just as the pain disappeared completely and the pleasure began to rush through Ashlee’s body once again.

Honestly, it was the most intense sensation Ashlee had ever experienced. Sure, she was hardly unaccustomed to multiple orgasms, but even with Macy or during those somehow more innocent experiences with Naiya the mix of pleasure and pain had simply never been so utterly mind blowing. It was almost like Carrie was making her do it, like she was silently commanding her to come, taking the orgasm by force without caring whether Ashlee was willing to give it to her or not and contrary to everything Ashlee had previously come to expect from sex and herself this in itself was something deeply arousing. In fact, that realization would have easily been enough to make her come again even if Carrie hadn’t been busy forcing the issue in such a wonderfully wanton manner.

This moment of clarity about the difference between making love with Macy and getting fucked by Carrie was incredibly short lived thanks to Carrie’s unrelenting will to drive Ashlee completely insane with sinful pleasure. In fact, it was more of a flash than anything and it was a flash that was quickly eclipsed by the intensity of her next orgasm which was quickly followed by a third and quite possibly a fourth, but she would never be certain of that because at the time her body was far too busy quaking as the sensations just seemed to keep hitting her over and over again without even giving her chance to catch her breath. All she knew for sure was that some point she became aware of the fact that between desperate attempts to catch her breath she was essentially screaming out random curses and other nonsense that sounded vaguely like words but were truthfully much closer to guttural expressions of exquisite lustful  joy as Carrie continued to finger her relentlessly while Carrie’s mouth had somehow found its way to her breasts to viciously assault Ashlee’s turgid and over sensitized nipples until suddenly everything seemed to go black.

Ashlee didn’t even know she had passed out until she felt herself being awakened by Carrie’s warm, sticky fingers gently toying with her nipples as Carrie just laid next her laughing and clearly proud of herself. Ashlee tried not to let her completely unwarranted embarrassment show without any luck. Even in the dim light from the hallway Ashlee’s blush was clearly visible to Carrie as Ashlee learned when Carrie stopped laughing for a moment to tease “Ah, that’s so cute. Usually only the straight girls blush when I make them pass out.”

Ashlee, of course, just turned an even deeper shade of crimson at this playful jab, but managed to gather enough strength to cut off Carrie’s next attempt at teasing by rolling over and placing a somewhat savage kiss on her friends soft, luscious lips that served both to momentarily silence Carrie but it also helped reignite the lust between them. Of course, the fact that kissing Carrie turned her on wasn’t the amazing part. No, it was how Carrie reacted to Ashlee’s sudden aggression that was truly awe inspiring because instead of acquiescing to what Ashlee naturally considered to be her right to attempt to pleasure Carrie Ashlee instead quickly found herself being rolled over onto her back and once again forced into submission even to the point that Carrie was once again pinning her hands to the bed.

“What are you doing?” Ashlee asked once she managed to break away from the kiss. It was a question asked in a voice so soft and submissive that Ashlee was almost amazed to hear it coming from her own mouth.

“That’s a stupid question,” was the only reply Carrie offered as she once again brought her mouth to Ashlee’s only to find that Ashlee wasn’t quite satisfied with this response when she turned her head and instead offered Carrie her neck. Carrie didn’t miss a beat and instantly began to suck and nibble the sensitive flesh their without even thinking of answering Ashlee‘s question as Ashlee quickly forgot all about it herself until Carrie’s bit just a bit too hard and another thought flashed through Ashlee’s mind. “No hickeys,” Ashlee said suddenly remembering fully for the first time that what she was doing wasn’t exactly something she wanted to have evidence of apparent all over her body. Of course, what little guilt this realization managed to awaken was hardly enough to quell the lust inside her as Carrie immediately lightened her kisses without saying a word until Ashlee managed to return her thoughts to the fact she was being robbed of her chance to reciprocate and said simply “Why won’t you let me do you?”

“Because it’s not your turn yet, cutie,” Carrie said, somehow managing to sound both playful and indignant at the same time before kissing Ashlee’s lips once again then adding “I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

“What are you talking about?” Ashlee managed to come back after recovering from another searing kiss. This time while her voice was still soft and somewhat submissive she still managed to convey her sense of confusion as to the exact definition Carrie was using for the word fuck.

“That wasn’t fucking, kiddo,” Carrie said and then she paused seemingly for effect as she moved her hips effortlessly until Ashlee was forced to let out a sharp sigh of pleasure as she felt Carrie’s wet pussy grind against her cunt and felt the hardened nub of Carrie’s clitoris briefly make contact with her own. Carrie sighed herself then continued as she said “And neither is this, but, oh God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this to you.”

For a moment Ashlee was even more confused, but that moment passed as Carrie’s hips continued thrusting in a gentle, but strong motion and Ashlee found herself dealing with the pleasure that that wonderful friction elicited in her body and mind. Still, despite the pleasure Ashlee found herself quickly frustrated as Carrie’s hands remained firmly on her wrists preventing Ashlee from doing what came naturally. Macy, of course, would have found joy in letting Ashlee softly caress her back or kneed the soft flesh of her buttocks, but Carrie instead seemed to find her pleasure in denying Ashlee her chance to enjoy such simple tactile sensations. 

Not that that the difference between Carrie and Macy was necessarily a bad thing. In fact, honestly, at the time it was hardly anything but a flash of a thought that kept creeping into Ashlee’s mind despite her best efforts to completely block out any thought of Macy. Luckily, it passed as Carrie proved more than capable of distracting Ashlee’s guilt with the sheer aggressive and lustful nature of her fucking as she continued to grind and fuck her hot, wet pussy against Ashlee’s. 

Soon Ashlee found herself losing all ability to think of anything beyond the fact that her sweat slicked body was already on the verge of yet another orgasm after mere minutes of Carrie sliding and pounding the most sensitive parts of her body against Ashlee’s. When Carrie’s mouth once again found Ashlee’s suddenly Ashlee found herself lost again in the darkness of her undeserved pleasure. She was so lost in her own ecstasy that she didn’t even realize that Carrie had finally joined her in orgasm until the sound returned to her ears in a slow rush and she could hear Carrie laughing in an odd way that forced her to ask “What’s so funny?” in an exhausted voice after a moment of recovery.

“Mmm, nothing, baby. That just felt fucking awesome,” was Carrie’s response before once again kissing Ashlee deeply as she finally relented her grip somewhat and allowed Ashlee’s hands to come down to her side before finally releasing them. The kiss lasted only moments though before Carrie said, still in that dreamy almost ethereal voice “God, I just love your body. You have no idea how long I’ve long I wanted to do this, do you?”

Ashlee had absolutely no idea how to answer that question. It just completely frazzled her mind to hear Carrie say that their lust had been mutual despite the fact that it was now quite apparent that it was at least on some level. Ashlee’s denial just wasn’t that easy of an enemy to defeat.

Sure, the obvious response would have been to tell Carrie how long Ashlee had wanted her or something at least close to that, but somehow Ashlee still couldn’t bring herself to admit her lust for her friend out loud. Luckily after a short pause she managed to find a suitable respond that didn’t require words when she reached up and pulled Carrie’s face to her own in another kiss which Carrie gladly accepted as she continued to lay on top of Ashlee. Their positions did not change even when Ashlee once again made to assert herself not long after their lips had once again made contact.

This time, however, Ashlee didn’t try too hard to force the issue of control and instead just enjoyed the contact of her friend’s lips. She was rewarded for this by Carrie actually allowing her some semblance of control in the kiss. Ashlee quickly used this small amount of freedom to lead the kiss down the path that she was accustomed to by slowing the pace and adding a touch of softness to the moment. Carrie at first seemed fully willing to acquiesce to this change of pace. It was a glorious and sweet moment that didn’t last long. 

Still, while it lasted Ashlee couldn’t help but melt into Carrie’s lips. They were just so soft, so warm, and so exquisitely kissable even when Carrie’s seemingly irrepressible need to dominate began to reassert itself when Ashlee tried to softly caress the deceptively silky smoothness of Carrie’s toned and sexy arms only to find themselves once again pinned to the bed after mere moments of free exploration. This time Ashlee couldn’t even attempt to protest until she felt Carrie beginning to disengage from the kiss. Even then all she could find the strength to do was whimper weakly as Carrie’s kisses began to meander to Ashlee’s neck not to bite or suck, but to softly kiss the sensitive flesh. Even then the whimper was more a surrender to Carrie’s will then the whine of disappointment it had been intended to be as those softer kisses somehow managed once again make  Ashlee even more aroused then she did already.

This feeling of surrender was only enhanced when Carrie’s mouth slowly began to kiss its way down to Ashlee’s breasts to kiss those soft, billowy mounds and the hard nipples that rested upon them with a softness that wasn’t there the first time Carrie had ventured down that path. Gone was the animalistic aggression that Ashlee had come to expect from Carrie. It was hardly a bad thing. No, it was absolutely wonderful even when Carrie’s attention span proved short and her kissing began to meander once again.

Well, meander was hardly the right word as there was nothing aimless about Carrie’s actions. In fact, in another moment of stark contrast to the gentle, playful teasing of Ashlee’s lover Macy Carrie’s intended target was obvious even as she took her time to kiss her way down Ashlee’s soft, sensitive belly. Sure, it was never really a mystery with Macy either, but there was just something so direct about the way Carrie kissed and licked her way down Ashlee’s ribcage to her belly and then down to toy briefly with Ashlee’s navel. 

Maybe it was just that oddly intense look in Carrie’s eyes or the way she kept whispering little teasing phrases like “I can smell you,” and “God, you smell yummy,” and, even worse(or better) for some reason, the way she kept saying “Almost there, baby,” every time Ashlee whimpered just a bit too urgently. Ashlee didn’t know why, but the closer Carrie got to her destination the less Ashlee cared. Not that was saying much, because the part of her dedicated to analyzing the situation was just barely functioning at that moment and even the bit that was functioning was hardly working any better than Ashlee’s guilt at drawing her attention away from the pleasure she was feeling as Carrie’s sweet, beautiful mouth drew ever closer to Ashlee’s still very wet and very aroused pussy. By the time Carrie’s lips were placing a soft kiss on her mound both were once again relegated to the deepest depths of Ashlee’s consciousness as her mind and body readied themselves for what Ashlee knew was about to happen.

“God damn your pussy is beautiful,” was the last thing Ashlee heard before Carrie, in a move that was both unsurprising but still incredibly erotic to Ashlee’s lust infested mind, wasted no time with teasing and instead just dove right into her task of driving Ashlee wild once more. No, that wasn’t quite right. Carrie didn’t just dive in like some horny teenage boy. Still, she hardly wasted time placing loving and teasing little kisses and nips up and down Ashlee’s thighs as Macy would have. 

There was teasing though. It was just teasing of a different sort. It was teasing in the form of subtle pauses and diversionary feints whenever Carrie noticed Ashlee getting too relaxed, too close to yet another orgasmic release. To Ashlee both were simply maddening even though she could hardly complain once Carrie’s tongue made its way back to her throbbing clit after spending a few moments licking it’s way around the sensitive, puffy flesh of Ashlee’s labia or blowing a glorious, but hardly satisfying stream of cool air.

There was also still a lot of teasing of the verbal variety and in way that was almost the most tortuous. Not that it was all that great. Honestly, Carrie had a tendency to say things that if Ashlee hadn’t been inching closer and closer to another orgasm after the she had no idea how many she’d had already experienced Ashlee would have had to laugh. Like when she kept calling Ashlee’s cunt a pretty little flower or talked of how she tasted of strawberries or called Ashlee a dirty, little whore after she squealed just a little too enthusiastically when Carrie inserted an index finger inside Ashlee’s sex. 

It was all just so silly. Especially the comment on Ashlee’s flavor. Ashlee knew what she tasted like and while she knew, in a very non-arrogant fashion of course, that she tasted good she also knew that strawberries wasn’t close at all. Sure, she didn’t really know what to call it besides slightly sweet, but strawberries have never even crossed her mind once in the many times she’d tasted herself on Macy’s fingers. Still, in the moment she just wasn’t of the mind to argue the point and instead she just sighed sweetly and felt the warmth begin to build inside her as Carrie added her middle finger to the mix and stopped wasting her time with words instead choosing to hum softly sending sweet vibrations through the sensitive nerve endings of Ashlee’s clit.

That proved to be the tipping point as Ashlee’s hips began to buck and her hands, which she had come to just expect to be restrained and hadn’t even attempted to move them despite the fact that Carrie had released her grip on them when she’d started kissing her way down Ashlee’s smooth, soft tummy, found their way to Carrie’s soft mane of hair. This time Carrie did nothing to stop her. Instead she seemed to take it as a signal to add another finger to the mix as she did with an ease that amazed Ashlee for a split second before those three long, thin fingers began to curl inside her and find that special spot that drove Ashlee absolutely wild and teased it, caressed it and manipulated it until Ashlee was coming once again.

This time Carrie’s mouth wasn’t there to silence the guttural screams that she seemed so skilled at bringing forth from Ashlee’s body and consequently Ashlee herself was almost shocked by the stream of nasty, filthy curses that seemed to just blast out of her body and echo off of the walls of the small bedroom. She was so shocked in fact that she actually tried to stop herself by biting her lip in a painful manner actually drawing a small of blood in the process. Carrie, however, put a stop to this admittedly futile effort when she moaned against Ashlee’s clit and somehow seemed to put just a little bit more force and energy behind her probing fingers and Ashlee screamed “Holy fucking God damn fucking cunt!” for no reason in particular before the ability to form even nonsensical cursing left her and instead she began to alternate between panting grunts and strained squeals. Her grip on Carrie’s hair turned almost violent as she felt the orgasm stop building as her world exploded once more in flashes of ecstasy and the sound of blood rushing through her ears as Carrie continued to lick, groan, suck and finger her until Ashlee fell limp on the bed still conscious this time, but not by much.

At the moment Ashlee would’ve been more than pleased to call it a night. As she laid there covered in sweat and feeling like the absolute center of the combined forces of the entire universes total store of guilty, sinful pleasures she simply couldn’t imagine that there was anything left inside of her capable of either giving or receiving any more. She was spent and exhausted in a beautiful and wonderful way that left her completely incapable of wondering why Carrie was getting up from the bed let alone protesting even when she saw her walking over to night stand beside the bed and opening the bottom drawer. 

Only when she noticed what Carrie was grabbing did Ashlee’s curiosity begin to overcome her desire to just lay there enjoying her afterglow. Even then it was more because in the dim light of the room she really had no idea what that bundle of buckles and straps was until she saw Carrie reach into the drawer again and after a moment of fumbling about in the dark pull out something that once in the light appeared distinctly phallic despite it’s femininely pink color and it’s apparent smoothness. At that moment she knew exactly what she was seeing, but she still found herself asking in voice shaky with a mixture of fear and excitement “What is that?”

“This,” Carrie said as she turned to face Ashlee while holding the contraption up in the air in an oddly triumphant manner, “is what I’m going to fuck you with.” 

Ashlee suddenly felt incredibly stupid. All the teasing about not yet and later and all that suddenly made perfect sense. In fact, it really should have earlier. After all, it wasn’t like Carrie had never mentioned her love of strap-ons before. On more than one occasion when the subject of sex had come up Carrie had often bragged about her skill with one. Once, long after they’d first met Carrie had even referred to herself as “the Converter” for her supposed ability to “fuck the straight out of straight girls.” Of course at the time Ashlee had just joined Jenny, one of her friends from the soccer team, in an eye roll at the arrogance of that proclamation, but after the night she’d just had she had to admit she was definitely excited and intrigued at the prospect of finding out exactly what Carrie could do with that smooth shaft of latex strapped to her hips. 

Still, despite that she was also more than a little freaked out at the prospect of being probed by something so inhuman. After all, Ashlee had never had anything besides fingers and tongues inside her precious little pussy. Heck, she and Macy didn’t use toys at all in their sex life and the only time Naiya had attempted to fuck her with Naiya’s mothers vibrator she’d balked at the thought of having something inside of her that had been inside of a woman she almost considered to be her second mother. Even when Naiya had admitted that she’d already used it herself and then resorted to calling Ashlee a prude in an attempt to tease her into capitulation Ashlee just couldn’t bring herself to do it.

But as she watched Carrie step into the harness like it was just a boring, old pair of pants however Ashlee couldn’t help but feel her fear subside.  Carrie just looked so damned hot at that moment with that pink cock bouncing ever so slightly as Carrie tightened and secured the straps until she was apparently happy with the fit. When Carrie actually reached down a stroked her fake phallus as though it were real Ashlee actually felt her pussy quiver just a little bit even as a part of her wanted to laugh. 

Of course, the pussy quiver may well have been a result of the fact that Ashlee’s hand found its way to her pussy to softly play with her wet pussy.  There it remained until Carrie approached the bed and removed it casually saying “Now, now. That’s my job.” She then just as casually allowed her fingers to prove her point by gently caressing Ashlee‘s swollen sex much to Ashlee‘s delight even as she tried use her other hand to open the drawer on her bed stand. Sadly, this proved too hard to pull off, so Carrie’s fingers momentarily left Ashlee’s pussy to be quickly replaced by Ashlee’s. At least they were until Carrie had finished gathering a tube of lube from the drawer and turned to notice Ashlee’s actions. At that point she quickly slapped Ashlee’s hand away much to Ashlee’s surprise.

“Hush,” Carrie said quickly cutting off any attempts by Ashlee to protest as she was obviously intent on doing, “I told you that’s my job. If you want to touch a pussy you can just wait until I’m done with you and then maybe I’ll let you touch mine. Maybe.” This last maybe was clearly a tease, but there was also just enough seriousness in the threat that Ashlee sighed in defeat while refraining from touching herself. Well, at least her pussy as her hands began to rub her own breasts and stomach absent mindedly. She just couldn’t help but touch something as she stared at the glorious goddess before her as she crawled back on the bed to crouch between Ashlee’s already widely spread legs smiling that same impish grin once again. Ashlee sighed when Carrie reached out for Ashlee’s sex to gently rub and caress Ashlee as Ashlee again fell naturally into the roll of the submissive.

“Mmm,” Carrie said as her caresses once again became more aggressive for at least a brief moment, “I think we may not even need the lube. God damn, you’re still so fucking wet.” She then stopped her fingering, and lick her fingers clean vocalizing her approval of Ashlee’s taste one more time before speaking again saying “Still, I think I think we’d better just in case. Besides…,” Carrie paused as she squirted a small amount of the clear lube on the same fingers she’d just licked before speaking again as she slowly reached out to touch Ashlee as she added “the slippery the better. Don’t you agree?”

Ashlee had no response, but it didn’t matter. In all likelihood she wouldn’t have been capable of spitting one out even she had because as soon as Carrie had finished speaking her fingers were once again upon Ashlee’s cleft toying with her in the most delicious way. Ashlee knew right at that instant that slipperier was indeed better as the long, lube slicked fingers took turns teasing her clit and probing her depths in an extremely pleasurable manner. Soon Ashlee found herself collapsing back on the bed and closing her eyes as the skill of Carrie’s touch took over.

At least, she tried to lay back and just enjoy the sensations, but this was hardly the point of the exercise. No, Carrie had no intention of just fingering Ashlee to yet another orgasm. This was just a tease, just a preliminary event to ready Ashlee for what Carrie intended to be coup de grace as Ashlee was soon reminded when those fingers pulled out from her depths and moved to her clit. Ashlee then felt Carrie shift her weight forward and a second later she felt something slick and rubbery begin to probe at the entrance of her sex.

Suddenly Ashlee’s eyes were open once again and then just as suddenly they closed involuntarily as the head of Carrie’s phallus rubbed up and down between her lips. Ashlee couldn’t help but press against this light intrusion. It was just an instinctual and automatic response even for a girl who’d only ever had fingers inside of her. That slick rubber cock just felt so good teasing her inner lips and pressing ever so gently at her opening, but failing to go farther as Carrie, proving once again that she was more than capable of teasing when she was in the mood, kept resisting Ashlee‘s attempts to force the issue of penetration. 

Of course, Ashlee didn’t really mind. The somewhat uncharacteristic soft teasing felt great. Even the less then soft teasing was nice as she was quickly reminded when Carrie lightly tapped her on her hood with the rubber cock head a few playful times. The first hit had been just a little too much force and she couldn’t help but jump and let out a slight squeal of flashing pain mixed with pleasure that made Carrie laugh just a little too maliciously before saying “Give me that pillow.”

“What?” Ashlee said both because she didn’t quite understand the request and because, frankly, she just wasn’t paying that much attention. Her mind just wasn’t in the mood to concentrate on such mundane things as conversation at that point. Luckily Carrie was in a forgiving mood and instead of teasing some more she simply repeated her instructions until Ashlee caught on and grabbed the pillow that was resting just above her head and handed it to Carrie before following the next instruction of raising her hips so that Carrie could slide the folded pillow underneath her.  

“There. All better,” Carrie said in a soft, playful voice and went back to her teasing for the briefest moment before pausing and saying to Ashlee in a seductive tone “You ready?” 

Ashlee wanted to say something sexy, something sultry and brave in reply so badly at that moment, but she just couldn’t. She didn’t really know why, but at that moment she felt a sudden surge of fear that she couldn’t quite comprehend but which prevented her from doing anything more than nodding meekly in reply. Luckily that was enough to both let Carrie know that Ashlee wanted her to fuck her, but that she should be cautious as was evident when that soft and playful voice returned as Carrie paused and asked “You’ve never been fucked have you?”

“Well, yeah… well, no, not… not really. Not with one of those anyway. Macy just…,” Ashlee paused here regretting using her lovers name for a second before shaking it off while ignoring that little, almost nonexistent smirk that briefly crossed Carrie’s face when Ashlee reopened her eyes forcing Ashlee to take a deep breath before continuing by adding simply “Just fingers.” 

“Don’t worry,” Carrie continued as her fingers found their way to Ashlee’s hood to rub it gently even as she pushed her hips slightly forward once again placing the head of her phallus against the entrance to Ashlee’s sex, “You’ll love it. I promise.” With that Carrie shifted herself forward and with the aid of a hand guided her toy slowly into Ashlee’s depths. 

Suddenly Ashlee found herself unable to breathe for a moment as Carrie slowly and methodically entered her with that thick phallus in a torturous display of patient ease. Ashlee didn’t release her breath until that wonderful rubber shaft was halfway inside of her and she realized that Carrie was easing it back out and then Ashlee couldn’t help but let out a light, little moan when Carrie thrust it back in her again slightly faster and with a bit more force, but still with plenty of patience and calm until she stopped with it halfway inside of Ashlee before shifting herself once again to lay atop her friend without the strap-on seeming to move even an inch as she did so.

Ashlee might have been impressed by that if it hadn’t been for the fact that when Carrie shifted that one last time Ashlee suddenly found herself covered by Carrie’s soft warm body before her breath was taken away by both a good, hard thrust from Carrie’s hips pushing the shaft deep inside her and Carrie’s mouth was once again falling upon Ashlee’s forcing Ashlee into another hard, passionate kiss. Automatically Ashlee made to wrap her arms around Carrie as if she was afraid she would pull way, but she needn’t have feared. Carrie had every intention of fucking Ashlee until she just couldn’t take it anymore.

Of course, as Ashlee made to wrap her arms around Carrie’s back and neck there was a brief moment where she was actually mildly disappointed that Carrie actually let her get away with it. That thought however died as quick a death as her fear that Carrie’s slow, but powerful thrusting would cease thanks to Carrie returning the favor by wrapping her arms around Ashlee’s back and pulling her tighter to her as her thrusting slowly began to build in speed and power.

It was amazing just how good it all felt. Ashlee had never imagined that being fucked by some hunk of rubber could ever feel good, but now that she was in the middle of it she wasn’t even thinking about what it was that was filling her up and sending such bright, ungodly blasts of pleasure through her mind and body. It just did not matter what it was, how it came into being or what it supposedly represented. All that mattered was the pleasure, that feeling of fullness and the fact that it was just so goddamned wrong that she was already on the verge of coming for the nth time at the hands of someone other than her lover.

Well, that was hardly a surface emotion and if it had been Ashlee would likely have put a stop to everything the moment it entered her mind. It wasn’t though and it wouldn’t be for quite some time. Instead Ashlee was allowing herself to once again get lost in the selfish pleasures she was enjoying thanks to Carrie’s desire to so far give without receiving, to take what wasn’t hers just because she could. At the moment it seemed like a good thing as Ashlee felt that familiar feeling continue to build while Carrie’s hips continued to drive that wonderful toy in and out like it was natural extension of her sexual being. 

God, Ashlee was able to think to herself for just the briefest of moments; it was just so damned good.  It was the last clear thought she would have for a good long minute because just as it came into her mind it was replaced by yet another orgasm that crushed her rational mind under the weight of its power and beauty. She was so overcome that she didn’t even notice that her screams of wanton pleasure were now somewhat hoarse from dehydration and exhaustion.

And it wouldn’t even be the last time she screamed that night because almost as soon as she had recovered she became aware of the fact that Carrie was pulling out of her and roughly guiding Ashlee to get on her hands on knees. She wasn’t altogether successful, but she didn’t seem all that concerned about it as she grabbed Ashlee’s hips and held them up so she could pound Ashlee’s now beautifully brutalized cunt from behind as Ashlee allowed her upper body to rest on the sweat soaked comforter until she came once more and again, for the second (or maybe third. she wasn’t entirely sure) time that night she seemed to lose consciousness as her brain and body overloaded with pleasure.

God, she could have laid there forever just wallowing in the exhaustion and joy her body felt at that moment, but it just wasn’t meant to be. Still, she couldn’t really protest when Carrie removed the phallus from Ashlee’s pussy and quickly and skillfully undid the buckles before removing the harness and unceremoniously dropping it beside her on the bed. She then rolled Ashlee over and kissed her once again. That kiss turned out to be just another brief respite as Carrie broke away mere seconds later to look deeply into Ashlee’s eyes as she whispered in a husky, needy voice “Lick me.”

Ashlee knew instantly that those words were not a request, but a command. She also knew just as instantly that even if she could have said no she wouldn’t have because despite the tiredness that was even then creeping up on her mind and body she needed to give this temptress who had managed to break through her good sense and loyalty to her lover to find and awaken the needy, weak little slut that she truly felt she was at that moment at least something in return for all the undeserved pleasure she’d experienced at her hands, mouth and even her toys. 

No, need wasn’t the right word. Ashlee wanted to do it. Despite everything that she knew was right and proper she wanted to embrace this opportunity fully and truly. She wanted to make Carrie come and she wanted to show her that she too could be an animal, a beast that needed to take whatever she could from this beautiful girl whom she’d lusted after ever since she’d met her not really all that long ago.

And that’s exactly what she did as Carrie sat up on her haunches and crouched over Ashlee’s face burying Ashlee in her crotch making it clear who was truly in control of the situation. Ashlee, of course, only had a fleeting second to process this before Carrie, now fully embracing her own needs for the first time all night, grabbed Ashlee by her hair and forced her mouth hard against Carrie’s very wet and very delicious cunt saying “Eat me, goddamn it. Fucking eat my fucking pussy,” through clenched teeth with more than a hint of animalistic growl to her voice.

Ashlee did as she was told without even pausing to question it as her hands reached for Carrie’s buttocks to grasped and caress the soft, but muscular flesh as she started to devour Carrie with all the energy she had left in her. It wasn’t much really, but it didn’t seem to matter to Carrie as she began to almost violently hump her pussy against Ashlee’s tongue as she spouted curses under her breath to no one in particular not long after Ashlee began. Ashlee didn’t mind one little bit and instead just tried her hardest to put even more of herself into the effort and apparently succeeded as Carrie’s cursing became more infrequent and instead her vocalizations began to shift to the same grunting, groaning expressions of joy that Ashlee had been uttering only moments before until she came far sooner than Ashlee would have expected, her hand in Ashlee’s hair nearly threatening to rip out the lock she was gripping as her other arm slammed against the wall to balance herself, the muscles shaking in exertion even from that small effort as she painted Ashlee’s face with her secretions.

Of course, it was hardly a surprise that that one simple orgasm was hardly enough to satisfy Carrie’s need as she managed to grind herself against Ashlee’s face for one more orgasm until she collapsed on her and urged Ashlee back between her thighs. Ashlee gladly obliged her friend and managed to make her come one last time with her tongue  and her fingers before both of them were too spent and exhausted to continue. Instead Carrie guided Ashlee up into a kiss that lasted for a short, but wonderful moment before she rolled Ashlee onto her back and broke it abruptly as she said simply “I gotta pee.”

“Oh, okay,” was all Ashlee got out before Carrie rolled off of her and basically ran to the bathroom and then she added “You have anything to drink?” and then repeated her question in a slightly louder voice when Carrie responded with a “What?” and then “Oh, yeah, there’s like bottled water in the fridge. Help yourself,” which Ashlee did and even grabbed one for Carrie before heading back to the bedroom and sitting on the bed to wait for Carrie to come out.

“Awesome,” Carrie said when she came out seconds later and saw Ashlee’s hand extended with a bottle for her which she quickly opened and downed about half of it just standing there naked looking like the goddess Ashlee now knew with absolute certain that she was before adding in a very unceremonious fashion “You think you’re sober enough to drive me back to my car?”

“Oh… umm… yeah, I guess,” Ashlee said somewhat stunned by the request, but trying hard not to show it. She quickly realized she wasn’t successful when she saw a weird little smile cross Carrie’s face which Ashlee quickly looked away from. Not because it was necessarily unkindly, but more because there was just a hint of something like pity behind that smile.

“Ah, were you expecting us to just crash here?” Carrie said in tone that revealed that Ashlee was right in her assessment. Of course, Ashlee ignored the odd feelings that knowledge was eliciting in her as she nodded and gave Carrie permission to continue as she sat down next to Ashlee and kissed her on the cheek as her hand came to rest on Ashlee’s knee before saying “I’d love to kiddo, but if I don’t get home my girl will fucking kill me and so would Macy. I mean I’m sorry, I’d love to just crash here and wake up and do it again, but I gotta make sure she isn’t freaking out and besides I got like no clothes here and I got class and you have practice, but you know, it’s not like I won’t see you tomorrow, right? I mean, shit, Macy’s gotta work tomorrow night, right? So does Angela. We can totally hang, that cool?”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s cool,” Ashlee responded only half seriously even as realized that everything Carrie had just said made sense. Ashlee was also doing her best to ignore the reference to the lover she had just betrayed as she felt Carrie’s hand grab her by the chin and turn her into another kiss that later Ashlee would be ashamed to realize actually comforted her greatly.

“You know, you really are one hot little fuck, right?” Carrie said obviously meaning it as the highest compliment possible and Ashlee again felt just a little bit of the fear she was suddenly experiencing evaporate despite her good sense as she responded “So are you,” automatically and then found herself falling into a another quick, but deeply arousing kiss before Carrie broke it with a smile that seemed a good deal more victorious than loving before she said “You should go clean up a bit or Macy’s gonna taste me on your lips.”

“Oh, yeah, shit,” was all Ashlee could think to say as she did as suggested as Carrie got up and gathered their clothes before dressing herself and telling Ashlee where the wash clothes were. Carrie then joined her to hand Ashlee her clothes and instruct her on the fine art of what she called a hooker bath. She then appraised her and declared her skank free before lighting a joint she’d apparently rolled much earlier judging from it’s bent and dry appearance while urging Ashlee to get dressed quick before handing it to Ashlee and letting her take a hit only after Ashlee had put on her panties and shirt.

“Now put on the rest. We really need to hurry. I just checked my phone and Angela’s already left like three messages. If she gets to five I’m officially fucked. Well, not fucked. I do have this place so if she breaks up with me again I won’t be totaled screwed, but last time she freaked out on me she burned half my clothes and I can’t get anymore money until next month.”

“Well, you could always get a job,” Ashlee replied teasingly as she sat on the toilet and put on her shoes.

“Yuck. Don’t even joke about that. I’m far too pretty for that,” Carrie responded with disgusted grimace followed by a haughty look that actually suited her quite well before adding “Besides, I’d never pass the drug test. Shit, I barely passed the random one I got from the college sports god’s last year. I mean, fuck, you know how hard it is to get clean pee when everyone you know is a pothead? Oh yay! You’re dressed! Let’s get the hell out of here.”

The ride back to the parking lot where Carrie had stowed her car was uneventful except for the fact that if Ashlee didn’t know she’d just had sex with the beautiful girl sitting in her passenger seat who was talking about nothing in particular as they finished off the joint they’d started smoking in the apartment she never would’ve guessed it. There was nothing different about Carrie’s mannerisms now that they’d had sex. Sure, Ashlee couldn’t quite figure out what she expected to see or why she expected to see anything, but even as Carrie dropped the roach in Ashlee’s ashtray Ashlee couldn’t help but be bothered by this realization that nothing had changed. 

Carrie didn’t even kiss her when she got out in the parking lot. At least not properly, instead opting to give Ashlee nothing more than a friendly kiss on the cheek before saying “Call me later. Like after three. Angela should be gone by then.” She then jumped out the car quickly and walked leisurely to her Saab making the call me hand sign holding her fingers to her mouth and ears while mouthing the words and then she was gone, lost in the darkness of her car as she quickly started it up and headed off back to her own life with one last playful honk of her horn.

To be continued
