A Sudden Change by pointless(killallhippes@gmail.com) any and all feedback both welcome and appreciated. codes: FF, college age, tribbing, some anal and much much more.


For over a month everything seemed perfect for Ashlee. She had graduated from high school with good grades and a nice scholarship to the college she’d wanted to go to ever since she knew she wanted to go to college. She was even going to be able to room with someone she actually knew and liked in the person of Macy who was going to the same college on scholarship. No rooming with some stranger for her. 

She also finally had her own car. Not just a car she could drive, but her own car as in a car she owned thanks to her father’s unusual display of generosity brought on mainly by his gratitude over Ashlee’s success at securing enough scholarships and grants to make her education virtually free for both him and her. It was a nice car, too. Not some used hunk of junk, but a brand new, nice and shiny silver Jetta paid for with what was to be the money for her first semester at school. 

It was beautiful and she’d actually cried tears of pure, unadulterated joy when he had handed her the keys. She even hugged him and kissed him for the first time in several years while he laughed and smiled at her. She wouldn’t have admitted out loud, but it was the first time in a long time that she’d actually had any good feelings towards him. It wasn’t just because he’d given her a car, either. It was because he’d actually given her the car she’d always wanted and not just a car. She loved her dad, but, honestly, until that moment she’d always kind of had a lingering feeling that he simply didn’t get her at all.

Her job was going great as well. She’d even received a raise which was nice and, even better; she’d already been informed that her transfer request was actually going to go through. That was quite a relief even though she knew with a full load of classes it wouldn’t mean much money wise. Still it was nice to know that she at least wouldn’t have to worry about bumming money off her parents or selling plasma until she found a new job when she went off to college.

But there was something more important going on in her life and it was the one thing that made everything just perfect. Ashlee was in love and she was absolutely certain that the feeling was mutual. So certain that she didn’t even feel the need to question it one bit. Ashlee and Naiya were in love. That’s all there was to it.

Ever since their first night together a few weeks before graduation she and Naiya had been virtually inseparable. Even during those last few weeks of school they’d managed to come up with every excuse in the book to find time to be together at night when they could be alone and continue their exploration of each other’s bodies. They lost a lot of sleep in the process and it was actually something of a miracle that they didn’t fail their finals, but both were of the mind at that time that there was nothing they’d rather be doing than spending the night making each other moan into their pillows.

Once summer arrived and they no longer had to worry about classes and grades and what not they only got worse (if that was the right word for it). They actually became a bit reckless once they had almost unlimited time together to do as they pleased. Ashlee couldn’t even count the times they’d almost been caught doing things to each other that were more than what most would call friendly. Luckily, they’d avoided that embarrassment quite well so far.

In short, the last two months had been the best of her short, 18 years young life. Everything had seemed absolutely perfect and as far as she could tell it was going to stay that way for forever. Oh, maybe when she left for college and Naiya left to go her different school seemingly light years away complications would arise, but that seemed like something far in the distant future at the time, but things were about to change and what looked like the keystone of her perfect little life was about to be pulled out much sooner than she’d ever expected or feared.

It wasn’t that Naiya didn’t like having sex with Ashlee. It was that, unlike Ashlee, she had no illusions about the new sexual aspect of their relationship being anything more than that. To her it was just sex. Awesome, great and incredibly fun sex, but just sex. It held no deeper meaning for her at all and honestly she had no idea that her interpretation of their relationship was any different than Ashlee’s.

And it wasn’t because Naiya was necessarily insensitive to her friend’s feelings. Well, no more than your usual teenager might be, but it wasn’t that. In fact, the situation that ended up bringing everything to a head was something well known to both of them, but it was also something that Ashlee had no willingness to acknowledge even though she knew full well that it had existed before she and Naiya had ever even kissed.

The problem was that Naiya’s love life was already rife with complications. Complications mostly of her own creation, but complications none the less. They were also complications that Ashlee was well aware of, but personally chose to ignore because they simply didn’t fit into her desired reality. Why? Because they involved a third person who she secretly knew she had no real hope of competing with for the affections of Naiya.

The person is question was a boy named Max. Well, not a boy really. In fact, calling Max a boy to his face was not exactly a wise thing to do. Not that he was violent, but it just wouldn’t be a good decision on your part because Max…well, let’s just say Max wasn’t exactly an insubstantial human being. He also really wasn’t a boy. He was old enough to call himself a man and he did.

Of course, the man thing was really debatable, but at the ripe old age of twenty he was definitely old enough to claim some other title than boy. Like college sophomore for one or, maybe, young adult. He also was the one guy that Naiya could truly say she was ever in love with and as well as the one guy that Ashlee really could’ve lived without. 

Frankly, she kind of had the impression she was going to get her wish until two weeks after school ended when he hadn’t made his usual summer appearance or even bothered to call Naiya since Christmas break. In fact, it was something that Naiya had been quite vocal about before Kelli seduced her and then Naiya in turn seduced Ashlee. It therefore seemed perfectly reasonable to Ashlee that even if he did show up he wouldn’t have a chance in hell. 

To be clear though it was not that Ashlee really hated Max. He was actually just about the only guy Ashlee really and truly got along with. He was funny, he was nice and he wasn’t the type to be an obnoxious flirt nor was he the kind of guy that treated his girlfriend’s friends like unwanted pests or competition for Naiya’s attention. 

In truth, Ashlee was quite fond of him as a person and a friend. When Naiya informed her one night while they were hanging out in Ashlee’s bed cuddling and kissing after a slow, wondrous bout of mutual masturbation that he was coming back to town for the remainder of the summer Ashlee was actually almost as excited as Naiya at the news. She actually found herself looking forward to hanging out with him for the first time in what seemed like forever despite the empathetic anger she‘d felt towards him when Naiya was still bitter about his lack of attention. If Naiya could forgive him, so could she. Besides she knew that he at least would be appropriately appreciative of her new car unlike Naiya who had just complained that it wasn’t red. 

This calm sense of mild excitement at the prospect of hanging out with her old friend remained relatively intact for two full days before she found herself noticing something odd about Naiya’s behavior. Not odd really, but definitely different from what she’d grown accustomed to over the last several weeks. Different and very worrying from her particular perspective.

First, there were the phone calls. There were many of them and they were all long. They also became increasing more and more private. It was slow progression from Max calling to talk to both of them to just Naiya, but it was an obvious progression that was more than a little worrisome to Ashlee. As the day of Max’s arrival grew closer it became almost impossible to see Naiya sans cell phone talking quietly and constantly to Max in a tone that sounded unmistakably at times like that of a girl in love. At least when Naiya actually stayed in the room long enough for Ashlee to overhear which, again as the time of Max’s return approached, also became more and more a rarity.

Second there were the text messages. The constant, unending stream of text messages that Naiya couldn’t stop responding to. The text messages that never failed to bring a smile to Naiya’s beautiful face. The text messages that Ashlee never received nor was allowed to read. The text messages that more than once had interrupted a nice, wonderful afternoon of soft, loving kisses.

Third, and this was actually the worst of it all, there was the one conversation that she had been fully allowed to listen in on that she really wished had never happened. The conversation that finally opened her eyes to what life was going to be like once Max finally came back to town. A conversation that she fully realized at the time was not intended to hurt her, but which still hurt her deeply and brought her whole world crashing down around her. In fact, the lack of intent what actually what hurt the most.

It all happened the night right before Max was supposed to get in his car and head back to town. It was late, but that was hardly unusual. It was summer after all and 2am phone calls were hardly unusual. It was still very annoying however because the timing could not have been worse as far as Ashlee was concerned. 

After a long night of waiting for Macy, who until recently had been making herself quite scarce for reasons completely unknown to either Ashlee or Naiya, to take a hint a get out of Naiya’s room so Ashlee could finally have Naiya to herself it was quickly becoming obvious that it wasn‘t working. Macy seemed intent that night on making herself quite the annoying third wheel. Normally, this would’ve been a non-issue, but after a day she’d had Ashlee was simply bubbling over with hate for everyone and Macy was no exception.

Not that Macy knew that or had any reason to even think that might be the case, but that didn’t matter. Ashlee was just not in that good of a mood. The entire day had simply been nothing but a series of disappointments thanks to both Tabitha banging around in her room all afternoon while Ashlee tried her best to get Naiya in the mood for some girl fun while Ashlee’s parents were still at work. This in turn was followed by the arrival of Ashlee’s mother about an hour early and just in time to make Tabitha’s much anticipated departure absolutely meaningless as Ashlee found herself roped into running errands before working a short shift at her job instead of making Naiya come in the shower.

Then, of course, work had been a small piece of hell. Every other customer that came in seemed absolutely intent on taking out the frustrations of their day on poor, frazzled Ashlee. To make it even worse her boss, usually a rather sympathetic and kind person willing to back up her employees at the drop of a hat, was of absolutely no help. In fact, she seemed to think that it was Ashlee’s responsibility to handle every single complaint on her own even when they were far beyond her experience level. Then she insisted that Ashlee work an extra hour because, well, there was no because. She simply insisted that it be done and made it clear there was to be no argument.

By the time Ashlee finally escaped an hour and a half later than she was suppose to she was pissed off and tired of other people and their shitty attitudes. All she wanted to do was smoke some weed, listen to some good music and have sex with Naiya before going to bed so she could forget about her shitty day and all that thoughts that were currently driving her insane. Sadly, it was just not in the cards. Oh, there was weed to smoke and good music aplenty, but thanks to Macy it looked like the sex just wasn’t going to happen any time soon.

Still, Ashlee’s day (and night) up to that point did have one benefit. It had so far been fairly Max free. Oh, there were a couple of text messages that made Naiya smile that secret little smile of hers that Ashlee was growing to hate, but she wasn’t allowed to dwell on them too much thanks to Macy and her desire to talk and talk and talk about anything and everything that crossed her mind. It was hardly unusual and frankly Ashlee needed the distraction, but she still resented it. Well, a little bit, anyway. 

But at two in the morning almost on the dot any resentment Ashlee felt towards Macy quickly evaporated with the sound of Max’s very own super special, ultra annoying ring tone blaring obnoxiously from Naiya’s phone. Not for long, though. No, as had become usual, Naiya barely let it ring for more than a second before she answered it with her sweetest, most sickening young women in love voice. After that Naiya was gone and lost to Ashlee for the remainder of the night. 

Ashlee, finally fed up with everything going so wrong all day long, managed to sit there for three long, agonizing minutes before something inside her snapped. Not violently or anything like that. No, it was more like she was just suddenly overtaken by intense and unshakable desire to get up and leave without a single word.

And that’s exactly what she did. She just got up and walked out of her best friend’s room in the middle of Macy’s tale about a really interesting squirrel she’d seen two day’s prior while Naiya whispered longingly into her phone about much she missed Max and simply couldn‘t wait to see him the next day. Ashlee could already feel the tears beginning to flow even before she got to the door and paused just long to notice that Naiya didn’t even notice before opening the door and slamming it shut hard behind her. She then proceeded to run down the stairs to the bathroom as the dam burst and the tears began to flow in earnest.

She felt so stupid at that moment. She didn’t want to be crying. It made her feel weak, small and dumb. It wasn’t like she and Naiya had ever really been a couple. They’d never even discussed it. Not really anyway and even those not really conversations had made it quite clear that Naiya, unlike her, definitely viewed the sexual pleasures they were sharing as just another aspect of their friendship. Just something fun for two close friends to do together. Nothing deep, nothing meaningful, nothing even approaching the level of a true, committed relationship.

But there she was crying her soul out at just after two in the morning in her best friend’s bathroom while her best friend was probably still too busy telling her ex-boyfriend whom she hadn’t even seen in almost a year how much she missed him and couldn’t wait to be with him to even notice that Ashlee was gone. The thought of this just made Ashlee cry even harder and feel even dumber. Her sobs were coming out hard and loud. If she’d cared at that moment she might have been worried that they’d be overheard, but she didn’t. Besides she was absolutely certain that there was no one there even paying enough attention to notice. As it turned out, she couldn’t have been more wrong and she found this out when a soft knock sounded from the other side of the bathroom door followed by sound of a quiet, deeply concerned and very familiar voice asking “Ashlee? Are you okay?”

The voice was not the one she wanted to hear at that moment, so at first she chose to simply ignore it. Luckily, however, the owner of the voice wasn’t one to be turned away by silence and she knocked again and repeated the question. When she was again met with silence she didn’t bother to ask again and instead tried the doorknob and finding it unlocked proceeded to open the door as Ashlee turned away in a vain attempt to hide her tear swollen eyes from Macy’s view.

“What’s wrong, Ashlee?” Macy asked in a soft, caring voice that made Ashlee cringe. Not out of hate or anything, but more out of embarrassment. Ashlee covered her face with her hands and again refused to answer. Even though she knew Macy was trying to be nice, trying to be a good friend, she just couldn’t bring herself to answer the question.

“C’mon, Ash,” Macy said, crouching down in front of Ashlee and reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder. The gentle touch was shocking, but very comforting. Still, Ashlee couldn’t bring herself to do anything except cover her face to hide her tears as her friend continued to try to comfort her. “What’s going on? Why are you crying? Are you okay? C’mon. You can talk to me.”

“It’s nothing,” Ashlee finally lied, but quickly thought twice and made an attempt to tell the truth between sniffles. All that would come out however was “I just… I just… I don’t know… it’s…”

“Are you mad about something?” Macy continued to prod obviously befuddled by Ashlee’s outburst. Her befuddlement was easy to understand. She had no idea what had been going on over the last several weeks. She couldn’t have. She hadn’t even been around. A part of Ashlee really wanted to answer the question honestly, not holding back anything just to fill Macy in if only so she could have someone, anyone to vent her feelings to, but she couldn’t. Something inside of her just wouldn’t let her.

“I don’t want to tell you right now, okay?” Ashlee said, wiping away her tears and trying not to sound angry because she wasn’t. Not at Macy, anyway. She even tried to smile and failed miserably before adding in a quiet voice “It’s just really complicated, okay?”

“Okay,” Macy said and smiled back just happy that Ashlee had stopped crying. Then she hugged Ashlee. It was a spontaneous kind of thing, something Macy had been somewhat known for when she was high, but it was a sweet, loving gesture that made Ashlee feel much better then she knew it should have. She even found herself laughing about as she instinctively returned Macy’s hug. The laughter just seemed to encourage Macy to hug Ashlee harder and Ashlee did the same in return until Macy released her and added “Better?”

“Kind of,” Ashlee said still smiling sadly. She did feel better though. Not a lot better, but definitely better than she had only moments before.

“You don’t need a ride home do you?” Macy asked and Ashlee couldn’t help but be confused for a second before shaking her head and informing Macy that she had a car which apparently was both shocking and incredibly great news to Macy’s ears. “What? Seriously? When did you get a car?” After that Ashlee found herself having a long conversation about her car that somehow ended up with Ashlee and Macy heading out to the driveway dressed only in their pajamas so Macy could admire her car.

“This is yours? This is fucking awesome! I’m so jealous,” Macy said once they finally got outside, sounding sincerely overwhelmed and impressed. “How did I not notice this when I came home?”

“No idea,” Ashlee said simply as Macy paused briefly only to continue spewing praise over Ashlee’s new car almost immediately. Ashlee had no idea why, but this simple, almost one sided conversation was actually making her feel a lot better. Maybe it was the simple fact that it was a distraction to the sad, jealous thoughts that had been haunting her mind over the last few nights, but it didn’t matter. Whatever it was she was feeling much better and when Macy made the suggestion, no, demand, that Ashlee should let her drive her car right then and there she actually found herself saying yes almost right off the bat before it hit her it was now well past two in the morning and they were in their jammies.

“So?” was Macy response, “C’mon, let’s go for a drive! Ooh! I totally have a joint already rolled and everything! Stony cruise, dude! C’mon! You’ll totally feel better after a nice long drive in the country and besides screw going home or going back up to hang with Naiya when she’s busy talking to her penis…” Macy paused as she noticed Ashlee’s smile begin to vanish at the mention of Naiya and Max. She started to apologize, but found herself interrupted.

“No, let’s go, but you tell Naiya we’re leaving and grab my weed. I know exactly where we can go.” Ashlee said this with an odd tone of unshakable determination that almost shocked Macy. Honestly, Macy had half expected Ashlee to start tearing up again. She may not have known exactly what was going on, but she was smart enough to figure out that it had something to do with either Max or Naiya. She really couldn’t have denied that she was curious as to exactly what the deal was, but she wasn’t rude. 

Besides, if Ashlee wasn’t going to dwell on it she wasn’t either. She knew Ashlee would tell her whenever she was ready. For the moment though Macy was more than happy to do exactly as Ashlee had asked while Ashlee started the car up trying her best to fake a smile as she watched Macy basically run back into the mostly darkened house. No more then five minutes later she came running back out carrying two hoodies, Ashlee’s shoes and her backpack which Ashlee could only assume contained the smoke and god knew what else.

“Let’s roll,” Macy said with a bright, stupid smile on her face as she slid into the driver’s seat after handing everything to Ashlee and then proceeded to put the car in reverse and head on out into the night. From the moment they pulled out of the driveway Ashlee was already beginning to feel a little better. As they exited the neighborhood and cranked up the stereo she was beginning to forget her immediate worries and just enjoy her friends company. By the time they hit the country roads and sparked the joint that had already been rolled Naiya and her penis, as Macy had so wonderfully called Max, were the furthest thing from her mind.

None of this was really all that amazing of course. Macy and Ashlee had always gotten along quite well. It had actually been Macy who had become her friend first and Naiya, Macy’s stepsister since they both very young, came after. Even when Macy started hanging out with Kelli, a girl with whom Ashlee had occasionally clashed with for various reasons, they’d remained close friends. In fact, most of the time all three girls( and often four with Kelli) usually ended up hanging out together though generally they usually split up when it came time for bed with Kelli going with Macy and Ashlee staying in Naiya’s room. It was an arrangement she often wondered about in passing, but until recently not one she bothered thinking about all that much.

After her first night with Naiya though that had changed. The knowledge that it had been Kelli who had first helped fan the flames of Naiya’s nascent sexual interest in girls had begun to make Ashlee wonder a bit about some things. Macy’s sexuality was one of them. After all, she was hardly a social outcast herself and she’d heard all the rumors about Macy sleeping with this girl or that girl, but back then Ashlee had just blown them off as nothing but bitter trash talking from any number of boys who’d been shot down by Macy. After all, she too had been subject to rumors like that simply because she’d never had sex with anyone and was, for the most part, extremely shy around boys when they made it obvious they were interested in being more than just friends.

Macy, though, had never been shy. She’d just been disinterested. Ashlee knew because Macy made it quite clear quite often that most boys just weren’t her thing. Still, at the time, Ashlee had just chalked it all up to pickiness because she simply found it hard to imagine that one of her best friends might be gay or bisexual without her knowing all about it.

That wasn’t all though. There was another aspect to Ashlee’s denial and that aspect was that for a very long time, even before she knew what a lesbian was or first grasped the then frightening idea that she herself might in fact be one, Ashlee had something of a crush on Macy. Nothing deep or wicked, but a crush. A little bit of childish lust that she’d always struggled to keep buried lest Macy find out and reject her as some kind of a pervert. When the rumors started this crush made it almost impossible for her to believe them. Why? Because the idea that one of the girls she wanted most in the world might be into girls, but not enough to try and seduce her was something she just couldn’t bear.

As Ashlee sat in the passenger of her own car finding herself enjoying the company of Macy as they sang along to the Ting Tings she found these thoughts suddenly racing through her mind. She tried to quell them, but as they approached the park she’d told Macy to drive to she found herself unable to do so. At least not completely. Even rolling and smoking a second joint while they sat in the darkened car didn’t help too much until another lingering question popped into her mind and she found herself asking Macy a question which would prove to be most enlightening when answered.

“So where the hell have you been anyway?” Ashlee asked somewhat bluntly and a bit out of the blue. She was high, though, so she didn’t notice. She did, however, notice that Macy’s expression changed almost instantly once the question had left her mouth. The marijuana induced permigrin faded and was replaced by an odd look that Ashlee had never seen on Macy’s usually calm and collected face. It was a look somewhat resembling worried concern.

“What do you mean where have I been?” Macy came back with more than a hint of defensiveness in her tone. “I’ve haven’t gone anywhere.”

“Yeah… well,” Ashlee started suddenly aware that the question that had at first seemed so innocent was not being received all that well. “I mean, like, you haven’t been around much and tonight was like the first time you hung out in like fucking forever. I mean we like always used to hang out and shit, but for like months and stuff you’ve like not been around.”

“I just…” Macy started then stopped, took a deep breath and then looked over at Ashlee in an intense manner that instantly made Ashlee uncomfortable. It was like Macy was trying to read her mind or gauge her in some way. When Macy finally continued Ashlee knew that’s exactly what Macy was trying to do as she asked “Look, can you keep a secret?”

“Of course I can keep a secret,” Ashlee responded feeling a bit defensive herself for an instant. If Macy noticed, however, she didn’t let it show as she continued to look at Ashlee in discomforting way.

“No,” Macy said sounding deathly serious, “I mean like a real secret. Not just pretending Naiya or me didn’t say something shitty and mean behind someone’s back. I mean like a real thing that if you mention it to the wrong person someone I care about might get in trouble.”

Ashlee didn’t really know how to react to this. Part of her was definitely feeling more than a bit insulted. Another part of her, however, was very curious about what exactly Macy had been doing that made her so serious about keeping it a secret. Flashes of all sorts of ridiculous scenarios were running through Ashlee’s mind, but she managed to shut out just enough of them to again reassure Macy of her ability to keep a secret. It still wasn’t good enough, however, as Macy made her swear that she would tell no one, not Naiya, not Kelli, not anyone what Macy was about to tell her. Ashlee agreed and she swore it and then prepared herself for the worst.

What she heard, however, wasn’t really all that bad. In fact, it more than a little intriguing as Macy not only confirmed the rumors that had been circulating about her since freshman year, but also confirmed another rumor that Ashlee had heard, but immediately filed away as dumb school boy fantasy as Macy told Ashlee about her short, but passionate relationship with Miss Gutierrez. All the warnings and forced assurances suddenly made perfect sense as Ashlee sat next to Macy glued to her seat and staring wide eyed at Macy as she just kept talking about the beautiful student-teacher that all the boys (and some of the girls including Ashlee herself) had secretly wanted ever since she first came to their school.

What struck Ashlee the most about Macy’s seemingly unending confession what was the sheer amount of love that was evident in her words. She wasn’t a bit surprised to see tears beginning to well up in Macy’s eyes as she began to talk about how their relationship had ended abruptly one night when Emma, a name that until now Ashlee had never associated with the beautiful vision that was Miss Gutierrez, told Macy that she was moving halfway across the country to begin her teaching career. 

The tears finally began to flow as Macy tried to sound as if she understood the reasoning behind the decision, but she didn’t sound too convincing. Those tears made Ashlee think of her own problems with Naiya and for a moment she too felt sad. Then, however, the feeling shifted slightly as she realized how much she and Macy had in common and that despite this obviously still very fresh wound it had been Macy barely more than an hour before who had reached out to try and comfort her. That thought made her respect Macy just that much more and told her that there was just one thing to do as she leaned across the seat to bring Macy into a hug.

At that the dam finally burst fully and truly. The silently falling tears gave way to sobs and it was now Ashlee’s turn to be the sympathetic shoulder to cry on for her friend. She actually felt more than a little guilty for asking the question that brought out this obviously painful tale from her friend and said so as she held her only to be answered with sad, little laugh.

“No, don’t be sorry,” Macy said in a soft voice. “I’m actually glad to have someone to talk to about it. You don’t know what it’s like to have to keep something like that inside. I mean, I wanted to tell someone, but Kelli’s mad at me because I haven’t hung out with her in forever and Naiya’s all caught in Max right now and you… I hate to say it, but I just didn’t know how you’d react. I mean, not to sound mean, but you know…I’d never even told you I was gay before.”

“It’s okay,” Ashlee said, understanding completely even though it did make her a little sad to realize that she may have been the only one in their little group of friends to be completely out of the loop. She really did understand though. She’d always been the most conservative, most timid of their small circle. In fact, that had been the main source of conflict between her and Kelli, the girl who most closely embodied Ashlee exact polar opposite. 


“No,” Macy said after Ashlee repeated its okay a few more times and she gently removed herself from the hug so she could look Ashlee in the face as she spoke. “It’s not okay, Ashlee. I really am sorry. You’re my friend and I should’ve told you. I mean you always defended me when some girl I’d slept with got nervous and started spreading rumors about me and I always just let you do it. I should’ve trusted you more. We’ve been friends for forever. I really shouldn’t have hidden all that from you. I should’ve known you’d be cool with it, but I just let my fear and Kelli’s silly crap get the better of me, so I’m sorry.”

“It’s really okay, Macy,” Ashlee said even as she felt her heart swelling with affection over the heart felt and obviously sincere apology. “It’s not like I’ve never kept secrets from you before. I’m just glad you trusted me enough to tell me now.” With that they hugged again and after that they talked some more about more mundane things as well as occasionally touching back on Macy’s turmoil. Macy seemed to have been all cried out at that point, but every time she talked about Emma, a name Ashlee was still struggling to get used to, there was still sadness in her voice that Ashlee couldn’t help but feel to a certain extent herself. Not just out of empathy either, but because it reminded her of her current issues with Naiya. She was starting to feel a little guilty over not trusting Macy enough herself, but she kept silent about it until after they’d rolled another joint and got about halfway into it and suddenly she found herself getting ready to share her own secret.

“Macy?” Ashlee said in a quiet voice as Macy was taking a hit off of the joint and then continued after Macy turned to her and made an acknowledging noise.” Can I tell you a secret?”

“Dude, you totally don’t have to,” Macy said as she exhaled the hit slowly. “It’s not like you owe me a secret just because I told you one.” Ashlee knew this was a yes, but Macy was trying to be nice and let her know she trusted her.

“No,” Ashlee continued. “I want to tell you. I mean, I have to tell someone or I’m going to go crazy.”

“If this is about why…” Macy started only to be interrupted by Ashlee who knew she was just going to give her another out.

“Why I was crying? Yeah, it is, but I’m seriously not telling you because you told me about Mi… Emma, so shut up. Please. I just have to tell someone, okay?” This time Macy took the hint and merely nodded as she passed the joint waiting for Ashlee to begin talking, but Ashlee instead took a hit herself to cover a moment of weakness and help herself gather her thoughts a bit. The irony of taking a hit off of a joint in order to gather her thoughts was completely lost on her at the moment, but it did work well enough that after she exhaled she finally began to speak.

“I’m gay too,” she said simply and immediately regretted it thinking it sounded too blunt and almost hollow. It must have seemed the same to Macy because no sooner had the words left Ashlee’s mouth did Macy choke on the hit she’d just taken from the joint.

“You’re serious?” Macy finally said after recovering from a small coughing fit. Ashlee narrowed her eyes a little at this, but then nodded simply in response as she took the now much smaller joint from Macy and took another hit herself partly out of habit and partly to calm her nerves knowing that that was the easy part. Sadly, or happily really, she didn’t really get a chance to get to the hard part before Macy said “Oh no! You don’t mean… Naiya!?”

Ashlee actually had to do a double take. Maybe it was the pot clouding her mind, but she really hadn’t expected Macy to put two and two together so quickly. She also hadn’t expected what was happening right at that very second as Macy, instead of appearing shocked or appalled suddenly started laughing.  Ashlee was stunned. She really had no idea how Macy would have reacted before she decided to tell her, but this was definitely was not she expected. It also wasn’t exactly welcome because Ashlee had no idea what so funny.

“Oh god,” Macy said after catching her breath and noticing the evil glare that Ashlee was casting her way. “I’m sorry; I’m not laughing at you. It’s just… It’s… oh god, I don’t know how to say it. I don’t know. It just makes so much sense.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ashlee said still feeling a bit defensive and still more than a little perplexed.

“She was your first wasn’t she?” Macy asked as she tried to regain her composure.

“Yeah, but what’s so fun…” Ashlee began to retort only to be interrupted.

“It’s not funny. It’s just… I don’t know, I just… I kind of already knew. I mean, I kind of thought that’s what was going on when you busted out of her room earlier I just didn’t want to force it out of you. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s not that it’s funny. It’s just so obvious. You know what I mean? I’m not trying to be a bitch, Ashlee. I just… I’m sorry for laughing.”  By the time Macy finished her meandering explanation she actually did look sorry, but Ashlee still felt more than a tad stupid.

“Was it really that obvious to you?” Ashlee said in a small voice the reflected her inner turmoil.

“Oh, please,” Macy said leaning a bit forward a placing a hand on Ashlee’s thigh. “Don’t be like that. Trust me, I’m only laughing because I’ve been there tons and tons of times and I’m totally stoned right now. I’m not trying to make you feel dumb. I’ve totally done worse. Hell, I fell in love with Kelli after our first time together and you know Kelli. I love that girl to death most of the time, but she’ll fuck anything with a pulse.”

“Really?” Ashlee said crinkling her nose at the thought of anyone falling for Kelli. Macy just laughed and said. “Yes, really.” After that Ashlee relaxed a bit and Macy let her spill her guts and bleed all over her bitching about the last couple weeks. Macy just listened for the most part only interjecting with an affirmative noise to keep Ashlee going until had told the whole story without shedding a tear much to her own amazement. How she managed to get through it without crying was beyond her, but the sadness and frustration she’d felt earlier was beginning to give way to anger. Not rage, but just anger over having her feelings ignored by someone she thought she loved and could trust with her heart.

“You know Max is Naiya’s first, right?” Macy said simply looking very serious after Ashlee had finished venting her anger for the moment.

“Yeah, so?” was Ashlee’s response.

“Well, think about it like this. You love Naiya, right? As a friend and now as a lover, right? You think that what you had together was perfect and that you’ll never have it with anyone else, right?”

“No, it’s not… Well, kind of, I guess, but…”

“No buts, that’s how you feel. I know. That’s how I felt the first time I ever did it with another girl. I thought I was totally in love and that we were going to be together for ever and everything was going to be great and awesome and we were going to get married and blah blah blah. A lot of girls go through that. Hell, boys too. Once you get your first taste of what it’s like to share that perfect moment with someone else it totally fucks up your head and makes you a complete moron for whoever you did it with… unless your Kelli, but that’s something else together. That girl just fell in love with fucking, but I’m not going to talk shit about her…”

“But…” Ashlee began to interject only to be interrupted by Macy once again. That was all well and good though because she had no idea what was going to follow her but with anyway. 

“Shhh, just listen okay. I’m trying to save you a lot of heart break. Look, I love Naiya. She’s like my sister. I don’t mean like my step sister ‘cause duh, but like my real sister. I love her to death, but she’s an idiot, okay? But, and I know she hurt you, but you gotta understand that the way you feel about her is the way she feels about Max. She fucking loves him. 

“God, do you remember when he left for college and he gave her that promise ring?”  Ashlee nodded trying to take in every word before Macy continued. “Well, do you remember how much that meant to her? It was like they got engaged or something. She was floating on air for like a month after that until he actually left and then she turned almost instantly into this big, mopey lump of sadness until he called her from the airport to tell her he landed safely.”

After that Macy kept talking reminding Ashlee of stuff she’d absolutely refused to remember until then. Naiya had been in love with Max ever since her sophomore year. That was why she only flirted with other boys, but never slept with them. That was why she still wore that silly little ring with that cheap little fake diamond in it. That was why every summer Naiya disappeared for weeks at a time to go to see him and when she didn’t she always kept her phone on just waiting for his call and no one else’s. During the school year she was a fairly normal, fun to be around girl, but the moment her Max was free from his obligations at school she was lost to everyone.

Of course none of this made it any easier to accept the totally disregard for Ashlee’s feelings, but it definitely helped her put everything into perspective. Still, it was hardly a happy perspective and it seemed to open up a pit in Ashlee’s stomach that just kept growing the more Macy forced Ashlee to see the reality of her situation.

“So she used me.” Ashlee said in a voice that was barely above a whisper when Macy finally paused long enough for Ashlee to speak that Macy almost missed. When she caught it though Macy realized that what she’d just done wasn’t exactly making Ashlee feel any better. It was not a happy realization as she had had no intention of crushing Ashlee so brutally.

“She didn’t use you, Ashlee,” Macy said turning in the car seat to face Ashlee and again placed a hand on her friend’s knee. “She just… I don’t know. You just got to understand that not every girl is like us. For some girls sex with girls is just fun. It doesn’t have a deep meaning to them like it does for us. Naiya loves you, I know she does. You guys have been best friends for forever. She just doesn’t love you like that.”

With those words the tears once again began to flow from Ashlee’s eyes. She knew without thinking about it that Macy was absolutely right, but that knowledge didn’t make her feel even a little bit better. In fact, it just made it worse.

“Oh, god,” Macy said suddenly as she pulled Ashlee to her once again in the cramped confines of the car. “I’m sorry, Ashlee. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” At those words Ashlee began sobbing harder as she pulled Macy tightly to her. Instinctively Macy returned the favor as sympathetic tears began to fall from her own eyes. More apologies began to fall from between her lips as she continued to hold Ashlee through her sobs as minutes ticked by.

Gradually the sobs subsided, but they still held each other tightly for comfort and Macy continued to whisper apologies into Ashlee’s ears and run her hands up and down her friends back. It was actually a somewhat awkward position, but neither of them seemed willing to relinquish the contact. It was just that was the only good feeling left at that moment. Macy’s apologies gradually came to an end, but still they held each other tightly to keep that one good feeling from fading.

Eventually the sobs subsided and the hug became looser, not so needy, until they finally broke apart feeling emotionally drained. For a long, lingering series of moments Macy and Ashlee just sat there in the dark of the car neither of them daring to say a word. Macy was worried that anything she might say would only end up causing Ashlee more pain. Ashlee, however, just couldn’t think of anything to say. 

Ashlee knew that what Macy had said was true and in a way that was freeing.  In another way, though, it just made her feel dumb to think that she’d read more into her relationship with Naiya then was really there. Still, she didn’t spite Macy for saying what she’d said. She knew without thinking about it that there had been no spite, no malice in her words. It had just been the cold, hard truth.

“Do you want this?” Macy said in a quiet voice as she suddenly realized that somehow she’d come into possession of what was left of the joint they’d been sharing.

“No, you can have it,” Ashlee replied absent mindedly and then, after a long pause added “You wanna go to my house? You can sleep there. My parents won’t mind and Tabitha is in Manistee with her boyfriend.”

“Yeah… well… I,” Macy started to sputter before blurting out “You’re not mad at me?”

“What? No. Why would I be mad at you? You didn’t do anything. Hell, I’m not even mad at Naiya. Not really, I guess. I just… I don’t know.  I just feel so stupid right now.” Ashlee said, her voice weak, but even.

“Don’t feel dumb,” Macy said in a caring tone, “Seriously, we’ve all been through it. It’s just something we have to go through. Don’t worry about it. You just got to learn that sex and love aren’t the same thing. Well, not to everyone anyway.”

“I know,” Ashlee said softly in a tone that Macy couldn‘t quite read. “Let’s just… come over to my house with me. Please?”

“Uh…okay,” Macy said after another brief pause, “But I don’t have any clothes.”

“We can go get some. I don’t mind. I have enough gas. I just don’t want to sleep at your house and I don’t want to be alone.”

“What should I tell Naiya?” Macy asked in almost whisper somewhat afraid that the mention of her step sister might trigger another tearful outburst. It didn’t, however. Ashlee expressed her lack of concern over that particular issue and Macy started the car moments later and headed for her house back pack once again in hand to get some clothes.

As it turned out there wasn’t much of a need to say anything Naiya. She apparently hadn’t even noticed their absence. Even when she was informed that Macy was going to spend the night at Ashlee’s she barely reacted as she was still very much lost in her conversation with Max. Macy actually found herself having to repeat herself loudly to get the message through and even then Naiya merely told her to have fun and failed to show even the slightest awareness over the fact that her best friend had just abandoned her for over an hour and was now going home without even saying good-bye.

Macy couldn’t help but feel bit of hatred for her step sister at that point. Well, not hatred exactly, but a deep and repulsive feeling of intense disappointment over her apparent lack of awareness. She also felt a deep pang of sympathy over the broken hearted girl now waiting patiently for her return. 

He hadn’t been kidding in the car when she said she knew what Ashlee was feeling. She couldn’t count the times when she was younger and still very inexperienced when she was in the same place that Ashlee was now. The friendships she’d lost because she’d been foolish enough to fall in love with some girl who was using her to experiment with her sexuality were numerous. Many nights she’d cried herself to sleep all alone feeling like the only girl in the world who felt like she did and even though she’d grown stronger since those early, painful days when she was still dealing with her budding sexuality those memories still pained her deeply.

As she quickly gathered up a change of clothes Macy also felt a pang of guilt deep inside for lying to Ashlee earlier. It was true, Naiya had used her. Sure, Naiya most likely did not see it that way, but that’s how it had been. Macy may have only heard Ashlee’s side of the story, but if it was even half true it was that Naiya had indeed been experimenting while Ashlee had been busy falling in love and Naiya was old enough and experienced enough that she really should’ve known better.

Macy’s anger continued to well up inside her as she grabbed her backpack that she had stuffed full of far more clothes than she really needed and headed out the door to the small hallway at the top of the stairs. She was a mere five feet from Naiya’s door and a part of her wanted nothing more than go back in there and give Naiya a piece of her mind. Another part of her knew, however, that nothing good would come of that. Still, she did find herself pausing there outside of Naiya’s door for several seconds listening to Naiya drone on endlessly about nothing in particular to Max before she found the strength to head on down the stairs.

When she got to the car Ashlee said nothing, but smiled weakly as if she somehow feared that Macy might not have returned. Macy smiled back and hopped back into the driver’s seat of Ashlee’s car and started the engine with a simple “Ready?” that was responded to with only a nod then they were off to Ashlee’s house.

There were not a lot of words spoken between them on the ride to Ashlee’s house and the silence remained uninterrupted as they made their way to Ashlee’s room. There seemed to be an unspoken agreement to just silently end their emotional night together with nothing more than a long, well earned sleep. Ashlee in particular seemed emotionally spent to the point that when they finally made it to her room and locked the pathetic little button lock behind them she merely kicked off her shoes and immediately headed right for her bed. 

Macy had no complaints. She too was tired and had no illusions that this was to be a fun, happy-go-lucky sleep over. She was there for one reason and one reason only, to provide comfort and company for her friend. If that meant just sleeping beside her so that Ashlee knew was not alone that was fine with her. If meant staying up all night talking that would’ve worked, too. It didn’t matter. She was there because Ashlee wanted her there.

So when two minutes after Macy had laid down next to her Ashlee rolled over and asked Macy with a somewhat sad face and a quiet, almost girlish voice if she would cuddle with her Macy agreed without even having to think about it. When Ashlee insisted that they do it face to face Macy also acquiesced without a second of pause. Even when Ashlee looked her in the eye and smiled at her weakly she could only smile back lovingly glad to be a comfort to her heart broken friend. When Ashlee made it clear that she wasn’t quite as ready to go to sleep as Macy had previously thought Macy just couldn’t find it with in herself to say no.

“I really missed you, Macy,” Ashlee said in that soft, sad voice that tore at Macy’s heart.

“You make it sound like I was on Mars for a year or something,” Macy said, smiling weakly while softly stroking Ashlee’s back in a comforting manner trying vainly to lighten the mood.

“Well, I did miss you though. I didn’t really know it until tonight, but I did,” Ashlee said and then paused “Does that sound weird?”

“Yes, a little bit.” Macy said, laughing lightly both out of true amusement and because suddenly she was beginning to feel more than a tad nervous about the way Ashlee was looking at her as they held each other on top of the covers of Ashlee’s bed. There was something in her eyes that worried Macy a bit. Something that also drew her in. It was something she’d seen before in other girls eyes and she usually welcomed it. Now, however, the realization of what she was seeing in Ashlee’s eyes stifled her laughter a bit and made her smile falter briefly.

“It’s true though,” Ashlee said her voice somehow even quieter, barely above a whisper. She then paused briefly, but Macy could tell there was something going on in her head.  

“What are you thinking?” Macy asked, her voice even softer and quieter than before. Ashlee’s hands were now returning the soft caresses of Macy and this only made Macy more worried about what was going on in her friends head. The fact that Ashlee didn’t answer her right away didn’t help calm Macy’s nerves one little bit.

“I don’t know,” Ashlee said after a long pause, but Macy could tell it was a lie even before Ashlee continued and made it clear that she was definitely thinking something. “I just… I don’t know. I just really did miss you. I wish you… I… I don’t know.”

“What don’t you know?” Macy asked after swallowing a lump that had formed in her throat. “You can tell me.”

“You won’t get mad at me?” Ashlee replied, her eyes looking authentically worried even as she edged herself just ever so much closer to Macy until Macy had to move her head slightly to the side to avoid rubbing noses with her friend and she was distinctly aware of the fact that Ashlee’s soft breasts and hard, little nipples were pressing against her own. It felt good, but that didn’t make it feel right.

“About what?” Macy replied. Just that simple, two word response was much more of a struggle than it should’ve been.  Macy could already sense where this was all going, but she was deeply conflicted. She’d never let it show before, but she’d been attracted to Ashlee for almost as long as they‘d known each other, but had always considered Ashlee too good of a friend to try anything with her especially while Ashlee was still a virgin for reasons that were obvious. Now, though, the virginity excuse was no longer valid, but the fact that barely an hour earlier Macy had held her friend as she cried over the loss of her innocence and, quite possibly, the end of a friendship ruined by the very thing that had held Macy back all this time. 

Macy was only eighteen, but she was mature enough to know that she was walking a fine line here. The feel of Ashlee’s body was nice, the soft caress of her friends breath on her face, the way Ashlee’s hands softly glided across the thin material of the t-shirt she wore as a pajama top was more than a little alluring, but she didn’t want to be Ashlee’s rebound nor did she want Ashlee to be hers. Still, as these thoughts raced through her mind Macy wasn’t even certain that anything was actually happening. Was she reading into the situation because that was what she secretly wanted? Was this all really just nothing more than an innocent conversation tainted by Macy’s own emotional turmoil and desire to be loved? She had no idea and that was worse than anything until Ashlee answered her question in both worst and best possible way.

“I really want to kiss you right now,” Ashlee said after what seemed like forever, but what had really been a mere handful of seconds. Macy’s heart seemed to stop and then jump in to her throat.  Macy knew she had to respond and even she even knew how: with a kind, but emphatic no. The sweet, somewhat sad, but somehow alluring look in Ashlee’s eyes wouldn’t let her. Her voice was gone, and she couldn’t move until Ashlee spoke again after a short pause and said “Please let me.”

It was so oddly stated, but at the same time so innocent and sweet that Macy just couldn’t make herself say no even though she knew she should. That sweet, innocent little plea told Macy that Ashlee too was conflicted, also driven by the same inner turmoil that was churning inside of Macy.  The only difference was that Ashlee seemed more than willing to ignore that conflict and act on the desire that was building with every passing second and, taking her friend’s silence as permission to do as she pleased, it was Ashlee who closed the small distance that remained between them and kissed Macy softly and with love. With that wonderful initial contact reason was pushed from Macy’s mind and she was lost to the moment.

The kiss was so soft and gentle at first that it almost didn’t feel real. It was somewhat timid, almost meek, but that somehow made it that much more intoxicating for the both of them. It was as if it reflected their mutual fear, the worry that was definitely shared between them, but so was the need. The need to share this intimacy, this sweet, little kiss despite the inner conflict that Macy had felt in particular, but as the kiss continued that inner conflict continued to dissipate and took with it the timidity of the kiss.

In the calm, dark silence of Ashlee’s room the two close friends began to kiss each other deeply as the fear slowly began to give way to passion. The soft caress of lips pressing against lips began to give way to soft explorations of their tongues seeking each other out, tracing the other’s lips while Macy’s and Ashlee’s hands began to find their way under each other’s thin clothing to caress the skin beneath more directly. Just gentle touches, nothing overt or daring at the time, but the more they touched the more they wanted to touch as they held each other close and remained on their sides facing each other in their embrace.

For Ashlee this kiss was simply wonderful. It was both a comfort and something she both wanted and needed very much. Not that she had planned it or anything. No, not when she asked for Macy to come home with her or even when she asked her to cuddle had she really and truly thought of doing they were now doing. It had been the feel of Macy’s body against her own that had brought the need to kiss Macy to the forefront of her.

Not that this very thing hadn’t entered her thoughts before, but she just never thought it possible. Even when her well founded suspicions about Macy’s sexuality were at their zenith Ashlee had never allowed herself the luxury of actually imagining the possibility that someday she might end up in exactly this situation even though she’d imagined what it might be like many times alone in the dark or in the shower during private moments. Those guilty moments of selfish pleasure, however, were nothing compared to the reality of this simple and beautiful kiss which was quickly becoming much more.

It was Ashlee who started to push things a little bit further. Not all that unusual since it was she who initiated the kiss in the first place, but still it was somewhat out of character for her from Macy’s perspective. Not that Macy minded as she felt Ashlee slowly begin to assert herself by urging Macy onto her back. In fact, she found herself acquiescing gratefully despite any trepidation she may have had earlier. A small part of her was actually proud to see her usually passive friend displaying a much more aggressive side of herself. A larger part of Macy’s mind however was focused on the fact that Ashlee’s hands were no longer gently caressing Macy’s back, but were instead at that moment sliding up the front of Macy’s t-shirt with only one possible destination in mind.

When Ashlee’s hand found its way to one of Macy’s small, soft breast Macy couldn’t repress a quiet, satisfied sigh from passing between her mouth to Ashlee’s that accidentally resulted in temporary parting of their lips. The break was short and soon they were back to kissing each other, but with renewed passion as Macy’s began to return the soft caress by seeking out Ashlee’s breasts. Their t-shirts were quickly bunching up under their arms as their young, firm bosoms became exposed to the night. It was a tad awkward, but neither minded. They were far too busy enjoying each others touch to worry about that relatively slight discomfort.

Eventually, however, as their kisses began wander the state of their t-shirts started to become a nuisance. Again, somewhat to Macy’s surprise, it was Ashlee who made the first aggressive move pulling Macy’s shirt off in a manner that actually made Macy laugh. Ashlee, smiling a little herself, then quickly removed her own t-shirt before kissing Macy softly on the mouth briefly until her kisses began to meander in generally downward direction.

Macy was quickly learning that she greatly underestimated her friend. Not that she was wasting a lot of thought on it as she enjoyed the feel of Ashlee’s nips and kisses on her neck, but there was definitely a part of her that was deeply impressed. Ashlee’s touch was just perfect. Her kisses were tender, but passionate. Her fingers and hands caressed Macy’s breasts with just the right balance between gentle and firm. Macy’s nipples were already almost painfully hard and Ashlee had barely even touched them nor had even come close to taking those erect, sensitive nubs into her mouth. 

Macy’s pussy was also already very much aroused, but that was hardly a surprise. Still, she was much more aroused then would’ve ever thought possible. The thought that a small part of her had almost rejected this turn of events was almost repulsive to her. Though they were still barely at what most would call second base Macy somehow knew that this night was going to be an eye opener in more ways than one.

As these thoughts were trying in vain to make their presence known to Macy she was busy being distracted by Ashlee’s kisses slowly, but surely easing their way towards Macy’s breasts until, after what seemed to be an eternity of anticipation, Ashlee’s soft lips and agile tongue were softly caressing a hard, turgid nipple much to Macy’s delight. After that those thoughts that had been banging away at the back of Macy’s mind quickly vanished as did most others while Macy quickly discovered that Ashlee had learned quite a bit about making love to women in her short time with Naiya. Again, Ashlee’s oral caresses proved to be just about perfect and Macy quickly found herself softly sighing her approval as Ashlee’s mouth pleasured her eagerly. 

Macy’s hand busied themselves softly petting Ashlee’s hair. Normally she would’ve found the need to do more guiding than petting, but Ashlee needed none of that. She seemed to have an almost preternatural knowledge of when to lick, to suckle, to bite and when to move on with patient ease without any wasted effort in order to give Macy the maximum level of joy. Macy was so turned on that her hips were actually beginning to grind against her friends belly in a slow rhythm. It was an action that her body of its own accord, but which barely registered in her own mind. Luckily, though, Ashlee’s mind was somewhat clearer than Macy’s and took note and quickly went into action.

Macy was actually so completely lost in the moment, in the feel of Ashlee’s oral explorations of her breasts, that she almost didn’t notice that one of Ashlee’s hands was actually easing its way past the waist band of her pajama bottoms until Ashlee’s fingers were already at her panty clad mound caressing her damp, aroused sex through the thin material. Again Ashlee’s touch was nothing short of glorious in its ability to both tease and inflame at the same time. Soon Macy’s soft sighs began to become something more like moans that she struggled to control.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Macy said in a breathy whisper when Ashlee’s fingers began to gently rub her clit through her panties as her teeth tugged on one of Macy’s taut nipples. Ashlee couldn’t help but smile at these first true words since right before they’d kissed.  She also couldn’t help but use those sweet, succinct words as inspiration to slide her fingers past the barrier of the elastic waistband of Macy’s panties to caress the soft, moist and puffy flesh more directly.

“Oh, Ashlee, that’s so fucking…” Macy began to say only to find herself cut off by Ashlee’s mouth. At first this shocked her because her eyes had been closed, but she recovered and accepted her friend’s kiss eagerly. The kiss didn’t stop from vocalizing her pleasure, however, but instead of words she settled for moaning softly into Ashlee’s mouth while Ashlee’s fingers worked their magic down below.

Macy still couldn’t help but be amazed at how good Ashlee was with her delicate, little fingers. Again, Ashlee’s touch was just about perfect with its wonderful balance between force and gentleness. Macy never could have imagined that timid, shy little Ashlee would be such a talented lover with her fingers, but she was. She had barely even begun to overtly touch Macy’s cunt and Macy could already feel an orgasm beginning to build up inside of her. 

The fact that Ashlee hadn’t even penetrated her yet would’ve amazed Macy if she hadn’t been so lost in the build up to what she just knew was going to be a glorious orgasm. Even if she had it would’ve been a wasted thought because just as Ashlee began to slide her thin index finger inside of Macy’s cunt while still rubbing Macy’s clit the rush hit Macy and it hit her hard. Macy’s belly and cunt began to clench themselves as her breathing stopped for a long moment only to have them all release at once as Macy groaned loudly into Ashlee’s mouth and a shiver raced through her body. Ashlee just kissed her harder both out of passion and in an only partially successful attempt to muffle the joyful noise escaping from Macy until the waves had subsided and Macy’s joyful noises gave way to some labored breathing and mumbles that sounded something like “That was so fucking awesome.”

Ashlee was hardly finished, but she did feel the need to pause at that point and she broke the kiss and removed her hand somewhat reluctantly from Macy’s sex. Macy began to protest until, after sneaking a taste of Macy from her finger, Ashlee made her intentions clear by tugging on Macy’s pajamas bottoms. Macy caught on quite quickly after that and raised her hips and shed both her jammies and her panties in one quick movement before grabbing at Ashlee’s pajama bottoms and yanking them off as well before tackling her smiling friend.

“My turn,” Macy said playfully before kissing Ashlee hard cutting off any attempt to protest. Ashlee, however, was not in the mood to give up so easily. She did, however, have no problem allowing Macy a momentary sense of victory as she accepted the kiss and even allowed her friend to pin her hands behind her head as the kiss deepened.  

At least that was the plan in Ashlee’s head before she felt Macy’s hand on her sex and it was like a jolt of electricity that completely cancelled any ideas of continuing her defiance of Macy’s more aggressive posturing. It wasn’t that Ashlee had been unaware of exactly how aroused she had become since their first kiss up until she’d made Macy come. She just hadn’t really thought about it. She was simply too intent on her task to worry about her own needs until she was satisfied that Macy was thoroughly pleased. It was simply in her nature. Ashlee liked pleasing almost more than she liked being pleased.

Still, as Macy’s fingers began to tease and toy with Ashlee’s moist cleft Ashlee no longer had any urge to protest or rebel. Instead she merely accepted her friend’s touch and sighed out her approval into Macy’s ear while Macy kissed Ashlee just below her own. That simple, sweet sound was like music to Macy. It was both beautiful and deeply satisfying and she instantly knew she wanted to hear it again.

Macy was aware that she was moving a little faster than she generally preferred, but, frankly, she didn’t care. Somehow the more aggressive mode she was in at the moment felt right and necessary at least for the time being. She just wanted to make Ashlee come, to make her sigh, to make her moan in pleasure and to feel her pussy clenching and convulsing around her fingers. She didn’t really know why, but then again this was not really how she’d expected her night to be going. She was just going with the flow, feeling her way through this strange turn of events, this necessary and wonderfully bewildering evolution in her relationship with Ashlee.

Ashlee, of course, was obviously in full agreement with this train of thought even if she didn’t know it. She did however make her approval clear to Macy when she moaned, almost whimpered, into Macy’s ear once again when Macy’s index finger slipped inside of her. She then whimpered again as Macy added a second finger and began to slowly, but firmly pump them both in and out of Ashlee’s pussy. Soon Ashlee’s hips were also telling Macy exactly how much Ashlee was enjoying herself as Ashlee began to match Macy’s rhythm by fucking herself against those wonderful penetrating digits.

“Oh my god, Macy,” Ashlee began to pant as she found herself wrapping her arms around Macy’s back just to keep herself grounded. “That’s so good, so fucking good. You’re… oh, fuck… so much b…” At that point Macy interrupted her with a kiss, but Ashlee was not willing to be silenced so easily and she added as soon as Macy broke the kiss “Oh, God, I fucking love this. You’re so fucking… I fucking love you.”

Macy was mildly taken aback by this panting pronouncement of love. Not enough to stop, but enough to make her wonder for a split second exactly what she’d gotten herself into. Was that a real pronouncement of love or just something that had escaped Ashlee in the heat of the moment? Once the second passed though she realized she didn’t care. It didn’t matter at all. She wasn’t exactly sure what her feelings were towards Ashlee beyond a deep, abiding friendship, but she did love her. Exactly how could be worked out later.

“You’re so beautiful,” Macy said after the moment had passed then she kissed Ashlee on her forehead. “So beautiful.” Macy then kissed Ashlee on her nose as Ashlee looked up at her, eyes half closed with lust and Macy felt Ashlee’s hands come to the back of her head. Macy found herself with just enough time to utter “So fucking beautiful” one more time before Ashlee pulled her into another kiss that was just in time to muffle Ashlee’s loud whimper of pleasure that signaled Ashlee’s first orgasm of the night.

It was a wonderful, glorious earth shattering affair as Ashlee body shook and convulsed with ecstasy. Her whimpers were barely contained by the kiss and Macy found herself thanking whatever being, life force or what have you that controlled the universe for making Ashlee’s parents choose a basement room for themselves while giving Ashlee a room on the second floor because if they’d been even a floor below them there was a fairly good chance they would’ve been awakened by their daughter’s high pitched squeals of Sapphic pleasure. If not from the first burst then from the ones that followed in short order as Macy discovered that Ashlee was one of those lucky few capable of multiple orgasms when she decided to just keep fingering Ashlee’s lovely, little pussy. 

Macy had no clue how many times she made Ashlee come before Ashlee begged her to stop, but she was sure she’d counted at least three and possibly a fourth and by the end she was holding Ashlee’s face to her bosom out of fear of being caught despite the fortuitous sleeping arrangements of Ashlee’s parents house. All she knew was that it seemed like Ashlee would barely get a chance to catch her breath before the next one hit. It was almost as if the poor, lucky girl had one long continuous orgasm that stretch on for minutes. By the time Ashlee was slapping away Macy’s hand Macy was simply stunned with what she’d just done.

“Wow that was fucking ama…” Macy began to say after Ashlee finally caught her breath only to find herself pulled into another kiss. Again, she could hardly protest. She was quickly finding herself enjoying Ashlee’s passion for kissing. She also didn’t protest when Ashlee rolled her onto her back without breaking the kiss until she began to once again kiss her way down Macy’s body.

Macy could find no logical reason to protest this and somehow knew that it would be meaningless to even try. Not that she could even imagine doing so as Ashlee once again began to suckle on her still very aroused nipples one at a time going back and forth between them eagerly. Macy was simply too enthralled with the feel of Ashlee’s mouth once again working its magic. Those soft hands gently, but firmly kneaded Macy’s petite breasts with a slow burning passion that both fascinating and contagious. Even though they’d now been making love for God only knew how long Macy could still feel her arousal building to an almost unnerving level.

Ashlee too felt this continued growth of her lust, but she was hardly worried about it. Truthfully, she barely even registered it, because it was how she always felt when making love to Naiya. The fact that it was now Macy and not Naiya didn’t really seem to matter. She was giving pleasure to someone she loved, someone she cared about. That was all that was important at that moment and at any moment she could possibly conceive of at that time. Something had changed inside of her and she was accepting that change without a moment of doubt or reflection and she found it all very freeing. As far as Ashlee was concerned as her kisses began to travel down away from Macy’s breasts what she was sharing with Macy was the single greatest thing two friends could ever hope to share. 

As Ashlee kissed her way down Macy’s ribs to her belly one of Macy’s hands began to softly pet Ashlee’s hair while the other grabbed one of Ashlee’s and held it gently Ashlee again felt like she’d had an epiphany. Macy was right. Deep down inside she had felt like Naiya was the one and only girl in the world, that one perfect match, her soul mate. What had driven her so mad in the last few weeks hadn’t really been Naiya changing or even really betraying her. It had been Naiya failing to live up to Ashlee’s expectations.

Suddenly, this thought actually struck Ashlee quite hard. Not in a bad way, really, but hard. She even lost track of what she was doing for a second and paused long enough for Macy to look down at her with a hint of worried curiosity in her eyes before Ashlee nipped the soft skin of Macy’s belly playfully. Macy actually yipped in response and Ashlee couldn’t help but smile as she did it again just a little lower down on Macy’s flat, silky smooth tummy.

“You’re so mean,” Macy said after involuntarily shivering a little. She was smiling as she did so and was pleased when Ashlee ignored her and did it again, but she still added in a dreamy voice. “So fucking mean.”

“I can’t help it,” Ashlee teased back almost welcoming the playful banter. It seemed to be working to help clear her head. “This belly is begging to be bitten.” With that she placed another soft nip on Macy’s belly, but this time she followed it up with a soft kiss on Macy’s belly button. She then used her tongue to lick a circle around that very same navel as Macy sighed her approval.

For the moment the back in forth seemed to have ended and Ashlee once again began slowly sliding down Macy’s body. She didn’t really have that much farther to go until she reached her obvious destination and Macy let out a sigh she’d been visibly holding in for several seconds as Ashlee continued to teasingly kiss her way downward, but this proved to be a little premature as Ashlee’s kisses and nips passed Macy’s cunt altogether and instead began to move even further down Macy’s body. 

Macy almost protested until the sensation of another love bite on her inner thigh reached her brain and the protest failed to make it to her tongue. Instead, she found herself merely groaning as the nip was followed by another as Ashlee began to work her back to Macy’s center and Macy relaxed. This too proved to be a tad presumptuous as Ashlee simply kissed Macy just above her clit on her way to bite Macy’s other thigh.  Ashlee did this twice more while always getting closer and closer to Macy’s cunt, but never actually touching it. Oh, she touched a lot of soft, sensitive flesh with her teeth, tongue, lips and the soft caress of her free hand, but she never did more then kiss her way around Macy’s slit teasingly.

“Wow, you… uh…really are mean,” Macy said teasingly, pausing as Ashlee licked the sensitive flesh where her thigh joined her hip. Ashlee then proved her right by biting her in the same spot she’d just kissed so gently causing Macy to flinch and call Ashlee a bitch. Ashlee just laughed then blew a cool stream of air on Macy’s warm, aroused pussy and then laughed again at the shivering sigh this elicited from Macy. Macy was just about to call her friend another choice name when Ashlee finally brought her mouth to Macy’s cunt a gave it soft, tongue filled kiss as she brought her finger to Macy’s clit and gave the hooded nubbin of flesh a gentle rub.

With this first taste of Macy’s pussy straight from the source Ashlee knew the teasing was over. Macy knew it too, but she still couldn’t help calling Ashlee a naughty bitch one more time as Ashlee’s fingers spread her open and licked the pink flesh hidden just behind Macy’s pussy lips. The next sound out of Macy’s mouth were of a much kinder tone, but not what one could call words as that long, limber tongue found its way to her clit for a few well placed flicks. 

As Ashlee began to move from testing, experimental tonguing to more a serious and true oral exploration of Macy’s pussy she quickly took note of Macy’s grip on her hand. The less she teased the tighter the grip became. When Ashlee took to sucking on Macy’s hood while flicking it with her tongue that grip quickly became almost painful, but only for a split second. It happened again when Ashlee began to insert her index finger into Macy’s cleft and again when she followed that with her middle finger. By the time Ashlee had inserted a third very well received finger into Macy she could barely feel her hand and as she began to fuck her friend in earnest while giving Macy’s clit a loving, but somewhat merciless tongue lashing poor Macy was wordlessly  threatening to break every bone in Ashlee’s hand . 

She was also coming close to ripping out Ashlee’s hair just to hold Ashlee’s mouth in place as she bucked her hips in rhythm with Ashlee’s fingering. Ashlee didn’t mind either one. In fact, that small amount of pain just spurred her on making her want to make Macy come just a little bit more than she already did. From the sounds and almost words that were coming from Macy as Ashlee continued to fuck and lick her passionately she wouldn’t have long to wait.

Sadly, as the volume of Macy’s vocal expression became louder and louder it began to seem inevitable that Ashlee’s parents might overhear them despite the distance and multiple doors and walls between them all. Luckily, Macy was aware enough to recognize this fact on her own as she reluctantly released Ashlee’s hand to grab for a pillow which she quickly used to cover her face just in time for her second orgasm of the night. The pillow barely worked, but it would have to do as Macy almost screamed out her pleasure into it as her body quaked with ecstasy.

Ashlee used her hands new found freedom to attempt to gain some semblance of control of Macy’s still bucking hips and had some success until much to Macy’s surprise and to Ashlee’s pride Macy did something she’d only occasionally managed to do before: she came again almost as soon as the previous orgasm faded. It came as a complete shock to her, but it wasn’t a shock that she minded receiving. Not that she was truly capable of minding anything at that point. She had a hard enough time just remembering to muffle her panting screams of joy without having to bother with actually thinking about anything beyond the pleasure that was tearing its way through her mind, body and soul. 

By the time the last orgasm ran its course Macy was out of breath and momentarily satisfied. Ashlee, however, seemed hell bent on making her friend come at least one more time. Sadly, Macy was more than a little sensitive and after some begging for mercy she was able to convince Ashlee to join her in a kiss instead.  Ashlee did as she was asked, but she made it clear that she would much rather have stayed between Macy’s thighs until she felt Macy’s tongue licking her own nectar from off of her lips. After that she was more than happy to join her in a slow, luxurious kiss that went on and on.

The kiss was a nice respite that allowed them to catch their breath and relax, but as it wore on and on the feel of their sweat dampened bodies slowly sliding against each other only served to rebuild their passion for each other. The way their nipples kept finding each other, the way their clits kept finding purchase on the others thigh or pelvis or whatever as they shifted their bodies against each other was just too much for both of them, but it was really too much for Ashlee who soon found herself softly grinding her pussy against Macy’s thigh. Macy noticed almost immediately and, much to Ashlee’s momentary chagrin, she put a stop to it by rolling Ashlee onto her back.

“Hush,” Macy said quickly cutting off an obvious attempt to complain from Ashlee. “Trust me; you’re going to love this.” With that said she positioned herself between Ashlee’s thighs and guided her relatively inexperienced friend until their clits were almost perfectly aligned as she laid down upon Ashlee’s body for another kiss. Macy began to thrust her clit slowly against Ashlee’s. Macy barely noticed that Ashlee’s protests had completely vanished in almost an instant only to be replaced by soft, mumbling expressions of pleasure as her hands sought out the soft flesh of Macy’s butt while her legs seemed to wrap themselves around Macy’s back almost of their own accord.

It was somewhat awkward position, but to Ashlee the idea of their pussies essentially kissing was almost as good as the feel of their clits bumping against each other. Ashlee was instantly in love with the whole concept. The feel of Macy’s lips on her own, the way their nipples kept sliding against each other as they pressed their chests together, the feel of Macy’s buttocks flexing and releasing as she gripped them tightly. She thought for a second of the first time she was with Naiya, but the thought was fleeting. This was just so much better. All of it, everything they’d done together, even the pain she and Macy had shared in the park. It was all just too wonderful.

“This is so good,” Ashlee began and she kissed Macy hard and fast before breaking it off to add. “You’re so beautiful. Don’t stop… don’t stop. Fuck me, Macy.” There was more, but Macy stopped her by returning the kiss she’d just received as she seemed to gain new strength from somewhere deep within to quicken her pace. Ashlee’s bedsprings were squeaking loudly and their mouths could barely contain the sounds of Ashlee’s moans until the damn broke and Ashlee was once again lost to the world as another orgasm swept through her.

Macy, too, was close to coming, but she was not quite there yet. Not that she cared as she continued to grind her pussy against Ashlee’s while Ashlee squirmed underneath her and basically screamed out her pleasure into her mouth.  In fact, she cared so little that as Ashlee began to relax Macy suddenly stopped and instead of continuing to seek out her own pleasure she made her way down Ashlee’s body until she was kneeling before her friends beautiful, open flower and with barely a seconds pause bent her head closer to get her first taste of Ashlee.

“What are… oh my…” were the last words Ashlee was able to get out before Macy’s tongue began its fast, passionate exploration of Ashlee’s pussy. Suddenly everything else they’d done that night was placed under a new light and it was not a flattering one. Not that she hadn’t enjoyed it all as she obviously had. No, it was just that as Macy’s tongue skillfully wormed its way first between Ashlee’s lips and then swiftly up to Ashlee’s clit Ashlee couldn’t help but realize that everything else was just a tease by comparison. Everything just seemed to build upon everything else like there was no limit to the joy they could share together,

One of Ashlee’s hand quickly found its way to Macy’s now very sweat dampened hair while Ashlee propped herself on her free arm so she could watch her friend devour her pussy. This proved to be only a temporary thing as Macy pushed her down and told her to relax before quickly returning to her task. Ashlee didn’t even think of complaining and most likely wouldn’t have been able to even if she really wanted to. She was already close to coming once again, but somehow she knew that just wouldn’t be enough. Not for her and not for Macy who was now spreading open Ashlee’s legs while doing things with her mouth that Ashlee hadn’t even imagined were possible as well as things Ashlee hadn’t even thought for a second might feel good, but which she quickly discovered were absolutely amazing.

Of course, at first she almost complained when after Macy pushed on Ashlee’s legs to force Ashlee to tilt her hips upward. Not that she minded the shift as it spread her open all the more and allowed Macy to bury her face and that wonderful tongue that was located within even more access to her pink, sensitive depths. No, the protest didn’t come until she felt Macy’s attentions drifting downward and realized that Macy was about to lick where she’d never been licked before. Luckily though the protest was silenced almost before it could be formed in her mind. Once Macy’s tongue had found its way in Ashlee was forced to realize that it not only felt good, it felt simply exquisite. 

Ashlee soon found herself removing her hand from its task of petting Macy’s damp mane so she could hold her legs herself and learned swiftly that that was absolutely the correct decision as Macy’s fingers almost immediately found their way to her clit. The combination of Macy’s tongue gently licking at her most forbidden orifice as those skillful digits massaged her clit was wondrous, but when they switched Ashlee was once again pleasantly surprised.

Still, there was plenty of trepidation in her heart and mind when she looked into Macy’s beautiful face to watch her take her own finger into mouth and suck it seductively before, with a kind warning to relax began to slowly insert that thin finger into Ashlee’s tight, little bunghole. The deep and powerful sense of foreboding seemed at first to be completely justified as the finger began to slowly ease its way inside of her. Macy kept reminding her to relax, but it was hard at first. Then Macy once again showed her experience by taking matters into her own hands by putting her mouth to a different use. As soon as Macy’s lips wrapped themselves around Ashlee’s hood and that tongue came out to torture the tender bud of Ashlee’s clit relaxation was easy and the finger began to ease its way inside.

The sensation was so much better than Ashlee had ever allowed herself to imagine. Not that that was saying much, but it definitely felt good. Add in the feel of Macy’s tongue on her clit and it was easy to understand why Ashlee was suddenly having problems keeping a grip on her legs and why she was having to bit her lip in a weak attempt to keep her pants and moans under control. The pleasurable violation of her naughtiest hole mixed with the skillful manipulations of her pussy by her friend was more than enough to make the pleasure center of her brain once again come alight. When Macy’s other hand found its way to Ashlee’s slit and once again Macy’s finger began to penetrate Ashlee’s cunt it did much more then just alight. It exploded and Ashlee’s legs fell to the bed as she brought one hand to her mouth to muffle of her own screams while the other once again grasped at Macy’s hair as Ashlee’s most intense orgasm of the night, no, her life, took control.

Macy again showed no mercy and kept right on licking and probing right on through the orgasm as Ashlee’s body shook, her muscle’s clenched and she even squirted a little on Macy’s chin and fingers. This time, however, there were no more multiple orgasms. Ashlee was simply out of orgasms for the time being. Her clit was so sensitive that when she finally came to she was actually forced to push Macy away while repeating “Oh god stop. Please stop.” over and over again even after Macy had done exactly that and had crawled beside Ashlee smiling broadly as she lay beside her and placed a soft kiss on Ashlee’s flushed cheek.

“You’re so pretty when you come,” Macy said as Ashlee caught her breath and then kissed her again. She meant it, too. She also meant what she said next “We totally should’ve done that ages ago. That was the best fuck I’ve had in ever.” Ashlee could only laugh at that at first, but Macy didn’t mind. She just kissed her again, but this time not on the cheek as Ashlee turned towards her in anticipation and for a moment they were lost in a long, wet kiss.

“I can’t believe you just said that,” Ashlee finally said after softly breaking away from the kiss and rolling on to her side to face Macy.

“Said what? That you’re pretty when you come? You are. Of course, you’re pretty all the time, but…” Macy said, feeling oddly attached to the girl she’d actually feared making love to not that long ago. She wasn’t sure if it was just post coital bliss, but she was definitely feeling something like love for Ashlee. Not sisterly love, not BFF love, but real love. It was a somewhat scary thought that she tried to keep under control and file away for the morning or some other time when she wasn’t feeling too warm and sticky to think.

“Not that, dummy,” Ashlee interrupted and noticeably blushed even though she was still a little flushed. “I was talking about the best fuck you ever had. My god, my heads still buzzing. You’re like a goddess. I can’t believe you stuck your finger up my butt and actually made it feel good.”

“You liked it?” Macy said, her false modestly so apparent that Ashlee slapped her lightly on her butt.

“Yes, I liked it, you arrogant bitch.” Ashlee said with a hint of false venom in voice and then kissed Macy and then, in a softer tone. “Do you really think I’m pretty?”

“I wouldn’t have said so if I didn’t,” Macy replied and then they were once again kissing and once again the kiss was threatening to become more than just a kiss as Ashlee’s hand began to slowly, but very obviously make its way down towards Macy’s pussy. As it reached her soft folds Macy couldn’t help but sigh out her pleasure, but just then she noticed the Ashlee’s alarm clock read 5am. Suddenly she remembered that she had to be at work at two and she made to protest, but just as the words were forming in her mind Ashlee’s fingers penetrated her still very wet and very accepting pussy as Ashlee’s kisses found a soft spot on Macy’s neck to nuzzle and kiss. Oddly enough the words faded from her consciousness as Ashlee slowly fingered her to yet another orgasm. 

Apparently making Macy come one more time was just the tonic Ashlee needed to allow her own arousal to rebuild as the orgasm she gave Macy with her fingers was followed by another for both of them as they slowly shifted into a 69 and ate each others pussies with a slow and sensual patience until they were finally officially satisfied and satiated. Still they didn’t sleep. Instead they finally did what they were supposed to have been doing all along: they cuddled only now they were obviously naked and they’re cuddling still had more than its fair share of soft kisses and post coital whispers. 

Despite the stress and turmoil that had in a way initiated this unexpected night of sexual bliss neither Ashlee nor Macy seemed to regret what they’d just done in the least. In fact, as they whispered too each other softly they both made sure to make sure that neither had any plans for the rest of the day. Only then did Macy once again remember that she had to work, but she knew full well that her boss wouldn’t care too much if she called in. Even if she did Macy would gladly deal with whatever came of it in order to spend the day in bed with Ashlee. Still, she did make Ashlee set her alarm for noon so she could call in at a reasonable time before they finally allowed each other to fall asleep as the sun began to pour through the spaces between the blinds.

The next morning there was still zero awkwardness and, after Macy made her call( and made the wise choice of claiming food poisoning with explosive diarrhea which brought a very amusing reaction from her boss involving the phrase TMI and the word gross more than once) and Ashlee made use of the facilities before making sure her parents were off doing their usual weekend things(for her Dad work and for her Mother garage saling with her friends followed by “drinks” at her friend Karen’s house which often left her smelling a little bit more like marijuana than alcohol) they took a shower together and washed each other playfully until the hot water ran out and they were forced to abandon any plans for shower sex.

Still, sex was definitely on the menu and after drying each other off, which involved a good deal more fondling and kissing then drying, they were soon simply kissing naked in the middle of Ashlee’s bathroom. Hands traveled up and down each of their soft, clean bodies fondling butt cheeks, breasts, tummies and whatever else until Ashlee’s fingers found their way between Macy’s thighs. Macy’s hand soon followed suit and before long they were moaning softly into each other’s mouth as they made straight for each other’s clits. 

It wasn’t long before they were both holding on to each other tightly for balance with their unoccupied hand as their knees started to show signs of buckling after only a few wonderful minutes of mutual masturbation. That didn’t stop them, though. No, it just added to the moment. Soon they were pressed so tightly together they could barely move their hands. Still they kept their fingers in motion, massaging each other’s warm, wet pussies panting into the each other’s open mouth as they both rapidly approached orgasm.

Before either could come though Ashlee found herself slammed against the bathroom door as Macy half tripped on her own feet and half pushed her intentionally against it. She didn’t mind one little bit. It actually made it easier to keep her footing and only moments later she was quite thankful as she came on Macy’s fingers only seconds before Macy came on hers. They never stopped kissing the entire time even when Macy threatened to collapse and only managed to stay up thanks to Ashlee’s hand still squeezing her buttocks and her other hand still firmly planted in her crotch.

When their orgasms had fully passed they shared a taste of themselves off each others fingers and licked them clean. They returned to their kiss gleefully and for a long moment they simply enjoyed the feel of each others bodies. Again their hands softly explored each other’s bodies, touching just for the sheer joy of touching and being touched. 

Eventually their kisses began to meander away from the other’s soft lips. Ashlee again sought out that sensitive spot on Macy’s neck while Macy playfully nibbled on Ashlee’s ears. They also kissed eyelids, behind the other’s ears, rubbed and kissed noses and nuzzled each other’s shoulder blades all while Ashlee remained pressed against the door. Soon, however, that changed as Ashlee began to ease herself off of the door taking Macy along with her until Macy found herself bumping her butt against the small countertop next to the sink. 

After a few moments of soft kissing and caressing Ashlee picked Macy up and sat her on the counter before returning to kissing her without missing a beat. This time, however, the kisses began to go further than Macy’s lovely ears, neck and shoulders. They began to go down to Macy’s small, beautiful breasts which Ashlee simply worshipped with her soft lips and wet tongue.  At first Macy simply petted her friends head gently and lovingly, but as the pleasure built she soon found herself leaning against the wall and the edge of large mirror. Ashlee explored Macy’s breasts in intimate detail her eyes open and, more often than not, staring into Macy’s with a mixture of love and lust. If Macy hadn’t already been aroused those beautiful eyes staring deep into her own would have done the trick all by themselves.

As Ashlee began to move away from Macy’s breasts she maintained eye contact as much as was possible. Macy said nothing, but she hardly needed to. Ashlee just knew there was something in her lover’s, yes lover, eyes that spoke of a need to maintain the gaze. Even as Ashlee kissed her way down Macy’s lovely belly once again she made sure to constantly look up. Every time she did Macy was looking back with deep longing. When Macy reached out to grab Ashlee’s hand like she had the night before Ashlee again let her take it without a second thought.

Ashlee’s kisses quickly led her back to Macy’s pussy and in the bright light of the bathroom she realized just how beautiful it truly was. Just a perfect slit between lips all puffy and pink with arousal. There was just the slightest hint of peach fuzz that only seemed to add to the beauty of it all. It was so pretty, so yummy that she just couldn’t resist diving right in for a taste. It was just as delicious then as it had been the night before.

Macy was once again amazed by just how good it felt to have Ashlee’s mouth making love to her. She really shouldn’t have been after the night they’d shared last night, but she was. The girl she had once written off as too shy, naive and timid to ever be considered a lover was an absolute dream. Sure she lacked the experience of Emma and the wanton, willing-to-try-anything sluttiness of Kelli, but Ashlee definitely loved making love to another woman, loved eating, fingering and grinding against another woman’s pussy and it was clear that she wasn’t doing it just so she could receive the same in return. She was clearly doing it because she enjoyed making someone else feel that deepest, most glorious of pleasures.

As Ashlee’s free hand began to enter the fray to assist Ashlee’s long, wet tongue in exploring Macy’s swollen folds and what lay beneath Macy was once again struck with the feeling that there was definitely something more to their relationship now beyond friendship. Not just the obvious either. No, the sexual aspect in a friendship was not a new concept to Macy and to her, while it was definitely special, it was hardly the ultimate. No, love and intimacy was the ultimate, was the height. You could have sex with just about anyone, but true intimacy was a much rarer jewel. She was hardly sure if they had that quite yet, but Macy was definitely certain the potential was there.

Any further thoughts along this line where soon put to a halt as Ashlee’s finger began to slide it’s way inside of Macy and Ashlee’s mouth once again found its way Macy’s clit to lick and suck Macy there with slow patience. Macy’s grip on Ashlee’s hand instantly tightened. Her soft sighs also became noticeably louder with soft, long moans of blissful ecstasy interspersed liberally and with ever increasing frequency. As Ashlee added another finger and began to lick and suck more aggressively the moans soon overtook the sighs almost ending the latter altogether. When those fingers began to twist and curl inside her Macy’s moans came close to being screams and her hips began to grind softly (her butt squeaking occasionally as it slid on the countertop) against Ashlee’s mouth and penetrating fingers until again she was coming and it was soon her turn to coat her new lover and old friend with a sticky glaze of her squirting juices.

Before Macy could fully catch her breath she found herself being pulled into a kiss and instinctively licked her juices from Ashlee’s lips and chin before again sharing a taste from Ashlee’s sticky fingers. The kiss was again long and soft and sensual and it just seemed to add fire to Macy and she quickly made to give Ashlee the same thing she’d just given her only to be reluctantly rebuffed by Ashlee who said with a hint of sadness “Can we eat first? My stomach is totally growling.”

“That wasn’t enough for you?” Macy said, feeling a bit cheesy, but she had a valid excuse thanks to the post orgasmic bliss Ashlee had given her so sweetly. Luckily Ashlee didn’t mind one little bit and laughed at her playfully before kissing Macy once again. 

“You’re too cute,” Ashlee said after the kiss ended. “C’mon, though, seriously. I need some breakfast. Let’s get dressed and raid the fridge.”

Macy couldn’t really argue with this. Her stomach was also making its presence known in quite a persistent manner. Still, it was with some reluctance that she dressed and headed downstairs with Ashlee to grab some food. As it turned out, it was a wise decision both for their stomachs and for other reasons as Tabitha appeared just as the toaster strudels popped up from the toaster looking dirty and pissed off dragging her duffel bag behind her. Ashlee barely had a chance to say hello before Tabitha, her Irish twin as her Aunt Caroline liked to call her since she was older than Ashlee by just over ten months, started going off about her boyfriend and his “stupid fucking camping“, as she so succinctly put it, and many other things barely allowing Ashlee and Macy a chance to even get a sympathetic word in edgewise. When she finally stormed up the stairs saying she was going to take a shower followed by “By the way, if you know any lesbians give them my fucking number ‘cause I am done with fucking boys” both Macy and Ashlee couldn’t even laugh.

Well, they couldn’t laugh for a full ten seconds. Then they look at each other and instantly cracked up, but said nothing. They didn’t have to. They both knew exactly what the other was thinking.

After that the next hour and half was pretty normal weekend afternoon stuff. They ate their strudels and then planned their day while smoking a joint. Well, they planned as much of their day as they could because after Tabitha’s anti-male/anti-camping diatribe it just seemed natural to offer the poor girl a few hits from the joint which she gladly accepted. She didn’t however accept Macy’s friendly invitation to go to the park with them to hike some trails and smoke some more weed, but this was expected. Of course, Ashlee didn’t know that until Macy gave her a conspiratorial wink when Tabitha wasn’t looking. Still, they were in no hurry, so they smoked another one with Tabitha before heading out the door fully intent on actually hiking, but wanting to do so alone.

But when they headed out to the car something happened that threatened to break up their little paradise: Ashlee’s cell phone began playing a song that had previously meant something to her, but now represented a bad memory. Macy knew this almost as soon as Ashlee did because she knew that ring tone. It was Naiya’s ring tone and it caused them both to stop dead in their tracks. 

“You gonna answer it?” Macy said in low voice that seemed more worried then she wanted it to. Ashlee, on the other hand, didn’t look worried at all. She just looked vaguely pissed. She did, however, nod her head as she answered the phone.

“Hey,” Ashlee said in cold voice and then she was silent as Naiya responded and Macy watched still almost frozen with sympathetic fear as she listened to Ashlee’s side of the conversation. “So Max is there?… No, I’m not coming over… No, I’m not pissed about something I just… Look, I’m gonna go hiking with Macy, we… Yes, she slept over here. Didn’t she tell you that?… What does that matter?… No, it’s none of your business… Look, just, whatever, have fun fucking with Max… No, I’m not bi… Just, I don’t want hang out with you right now, okay?… I’m not jealous! Jesus, what do you care? You got your boyfriend now why do I have to be there?… Yes, I am pissed and if you can’t figure out why I’m not going to tell you…Because you should know!… Look, I’m not getting into this right now… Yes, she knows, okay? That’s not why I don’t want to get into it… Look, I’m going hiking. I’ll call you later.”

With that Ashlee pushed end before turning her phone completely off. She then stared at it for awhile with an unreadable, almost emotionless expression on her face before she stuffed the phone back in her pocket. Then she looked at Macy who was standing next to her in the driveway in front of Ashlee’s car and Macy just pulled her into a hug without thinking about it. Almost instantly the dam broke and Ashlee began crying while Macy just held her tightly and said nothing until the tears finally stopped and Ashlee said “I’m okay… I’m okay” until Macy loosened the hug and looked Ashlee in the eyes and suddenly they were once again kissing. This time, however, it was not in the privacy of Ashlee’s room and it wasn’t just a prelude to sex. It was just a simple, loving kiss, an emotional kiss, a kiss to show that they cared about each other deeply. 

It was a kiss that they held for a long, soft minute before they heard Tabitha cough behind them and they broke apart. Not out of fear as much as curiosity. They even grasped hands as they turned to face Ashlee’s fairly uncomfortable looking sister both silently wondering what she would say. If they thought she was going to condemn them they were wrong. Instead she seemed to soften instantly when she noticed that Ashlee’s eyes were red and puffy from crying. Whatever reason she’d had for interrupting their embrace seemed go on the back burner as the caring older sister in Tabitha took over and she approached Ashlee with a concerned look on her face and placed a caring hand on her shoulder.

“Are you okay?” Tabitha said in a soft voice and Ashlee only nodded before she found herself in another hug. A caring, family hug this time, but it still felt good even when Tabitha asked “You sure? You know you can tell me anything. I’m not gonna blab to Mom and Dad.”

“No, it’s okay,” Ashlee assured her older sister forcing a smile at the last bit knowing that it was more for the kiss Tabitha had witnessed then anything else. “I just… It’s been a bad week. Well, most of it.” With that she looked quickly at Macy who uncharacteristically smiled shyly in return. 

Ashlee smiled back and, to Ashlee’s surprise, Tabitha did too before she asked again if Ashlee was okay and when she was again assured that she was Tabitha hugged her again and then offered to let her vent later if she felt like it before reaching into her pocket and handing Macy her phone saying “Umm, you left this in the kitchen, so…” Macy thanked her and then Tabitha, after a moments pause said “Seriously, don’t worry. I won’t say anything. You guys just go hiking or whatever and I’ll see you later. Seriously, though, if you need to talk let me know. “And with that she turned and went back in the house.

“Are you really okay?” Macy asked as Tabitha shut the door. 

“Yeah, well… yeah, I am. I just… I don’t know how I feel right now. I mean, I’m pissed about… Naiya and…Him, but, I don’t know, I’m just happy you’re here.” as she said that Ashlee gave Macy’s hand a light squeeze which Macy returned with a smile and another kiss, just a light peck on the lips.

“Me too,” Macy said in a soft voice before adding “You still wanna go to the park?”

“Are you kidding? Let’s get the hell out of here.”

With that they headed to the very same park they’d gone to the night before. This time however they actually got out of the car and walked. That was, after all, what the park was for and they’d come here so often before to hike the trails and smoke their weed amongst the trees and squirrels. While they walked they held hands almost the whole time while they both secretly thought how odd it was that their friendship had changed so quickly, but neither one of them could find anything wrong with it. They even said so once they stopped by their favorite tree, hidden away well off the trails in a clearing in the far corner of the park while Ashlee lit the joint she’d brought. 

This time, however, they barely smoked it. They just talked as they sat there at the trunk of the tree, Macy rest against the tree and Ashlee resting against Macy. Macy’s arms wrapped around Ashlee’s waist and still holding hands as they talked quietly to each other occasionally passing and relighting the joint that kept going out because it wasn’t as important as their conversation.

They got a lot of things off their chest, but didn’t bother to make any big decisions. Mutually they decided that what happened the night before was wonderful and that it was some of the best sex either had ever had, but both of them made it clear that they weren’t quite ready to start a relationship. However, they both quickly and mutually amended that, making it clear that they were both willing to see how things went and just play it by ear. 

Deep down they both really knew they were fooling themselves a bit, but neither cared to say so. For all intents and purposes they’d just agreed to be a couple just without that particular title attached just yet. It was subterfuge, nothing more, but it didn’t matter. They were just trying to be cautious with each other’s hearts. They both knew that at that moment they wanted nothing more then to be together forever, but their recent experiences made them cautious. 

Eventually they even talked about Naiya a little bit, but there was no resolution there. Ashlee’s feelings for her friend had changed drastically twice in only a couple of months and now she had no idea what to think. It was far too fresh in her mind for her to even talk shit about her without feeling sad. The only decisions they could both come to about that was that it was best to not tell Naiya anything about what they’d done and that Ashlee should just give it some time even though Macy and Ashlee both secretly felt that the friendship between Ashlee and Naiya was likely damaged beyond repair. 

Still, time had a way of healing the un-healable or so Macy said. Ashlee wasn’t too sure, but she wasn’t going to waste too much time thinking about it while she could feel the warmth of Macy’s body against her own as she sat between her legs and rested her head on Macy’s shoulder. Instead she just shifted the conversation back to more comfortable topics as she gently stroke Macy’s palm with her fingers.

Eventually the conversation petered out, but still they sat there softly caressing each other and listening to the birds and squirrels in the trees and watched the butterflies fluttering about in the sunshine of the clearing. It was just so very comforting for both of them to be there together. They’d come to the same spot together and with others many times before, but now it was, like their relationship, very different. What was once just a pretty spot to smoke and drink now felt more like Macy and Ashlee’s own private slice of heaven.

The girls continued to caress each other as they sat in silence just enjoying each other, but the longer they sat there the more the new feelings they’d discovered for each other began to come to the surface. At first, they both tried to ignore them, but the feel of each other was just much to resist as they began to playfully expand their touching from the lovingly innocent to the subtly (and not so subtly) sexual. 

Macy started it by allowing her hands to begin to wander up the front of Ashlee’s t-shirt to stroke the soft skin of Ashlee’s belly. This at first brought forth some fairly girlish giggles that Macy found particularly pleasing, but eventually the giggling stopped and Macy just settled for the soft sighs of her friend as they both enjoyed her caresses.  Eventually, though, her fingers began to wander almost of their own accord until they were teasingly brushing the waist of Ashlee’s jeans. Occasionally, they slipped past the boundary, but they never journeyed too far.

“You’re such a tease,” Ashlee said after Macy had done this many times and had finally reached the top of Ashlee’s panties and gave them a tug to pull the elastic out the front to fiddle with it and, yes, to tease Ashlee with a small amount of friction. It was definitely working as Ashlee kept squirming, but still Ashlee protested “And you’re giving me a wedgie.”

“You like it,” Macy teased and then kissed Ashlee behind the ear before she again slid her hand past the waist of Ashlee’s jeans. This time, however, she slid her hand as far down the front of Ashlee’s pants as possible and pulled the offending garment out of the cleft of her friends pussy before saying “Better?“ while leaving her hand in place. Not just in place, though. She was also very slowly rubbing her fingers against the damp spot she found there as Ashlee sucked her stomach in thoughtfully to allow Macy a little more room to maneuver. 

“Almost,” was all Ashlee could manage to say as her friend molested her. Almost as soon as Macy’s fingers found their way to her sex Ashlee found herself squirming against their touch, but it was uncomfortable for both of them with her pants still buttoned. Luckily, that was easily solved as she, after a quick glance at their surroundings for any unwanted guests, undid the offending button. “There. Much better.”

“So thoughtful,” said Macy in a soft, sensual tone as she again kissed Ashlee behind the ear. She then quickly added another kiss on Ashlee’s neck before shifting her head to kiss Ashlee’s other ear making sure to kiss her lover on the back of her head as she did so and taking in the scent of Ashlee‘s hair as she did so. “You smell good.”

By this time Ashlee was beyond response, but Macy didn’t mind. She was too focused on the task at hand to care all that much about small talk. She began to push the front of Ashlee’s panties aside while enjoying the feel of Ashlee’s grip on her other hand tighten in response to feel of skin on skin. Ashlee was beginning to pant and her hips were already starting to hump involuntarily. Her responsive nature just made Macy want to make her come even more than she already did.

As the fingering continued Ashlee turned her head to look Macy in the eyes and without a word Macy knew that Ashlee wanted to be kissed. Macy obliged her gladly as her fingers began to slip past Ashlee’s labia and tease her with the threat of penetration. Ashlee’s free hand found its way to the back of Macy’s head and pulled her in tighter. Their kiss deepened as the threat was realized and Ashlee began to grind her pelvis against Macy’s hand in earnest while moaning softly into her lover’s mouth.

Soon, however, the kiss broke as Ashlee neared orgasm. It was not that she wanted to break the kiss. She was simply too aroused to maintain it from her position. She wanted to, but the sensations emanating from her pussy as Macy continued to fuck with her long, delicate fingers while rubbing Ashlee’s clit with her thumb were just too intense when coupled with the sheer exhilaration of being so lovingly fondled in such a beautiful and open setting. 

Macy too wanted very much to kiss her lover as she made love to her with her hand, but she made do at first with returning to kissing and biting Ashlee gently on the neck and ears. As Ashlee neared completion and her moaning became mixed with delicious, little whimpers Macy felt compelled to do more then just kiss and finger Ashlee. She also wanted to urge her on with soft whispers and the soft touch of her hand on Ashlee’s breast.

The first part was easy, but the second was harder as Ashlee simply refused to release Macy’s hand. Macy didn’t force Ashlee, but she did adjust her grip and with insistence Ashlee allowed Macy to pull both of their hands to Ashlee’s breast. Almost as soon as Macy’s hand brushed Ashlee’s nipple through the thin material of her t-shirt Ashlee grip released and instead she placed her hand atop of Macy’s and finally allowed Macy fondle her soft bosom as the orgasm began to build with certainty in her mind and body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Macy was whispering softly between kisses as Ashlee whined sweetly under her touch. “So beautiful. Come for me, Ashlee. Come for me. Please come for me, baby.” Over and over again she said these sweet, soft words and the more she said them the more Ashlee reacted. Soon she was moaning, whining and whimpering so loudly that Macy was sure that anyone on the trail was sure to hear her, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to make Ashlee come, to show her how much she cared for her, to show Ashlee how much she wanted her to be happy. 

It was just a small gesture really in the grand scheme of things, but it was the most important thing in the world at that moment. Still, no matter what Macy said, no matter how vigorously she strummed Ashlee’s clit and drove her fingers into her cunt the orgasm just wouldn’t come until Macy finally said something that she wasn’t sure she had the right to say, but which she felt deep in her heart. They were just four simple words, but as soon as she said them Ashlee’s orgasm hit them both like a bolt of lightning. 

“I love you, Ashlee.” said Macy and then all was lost. Ashlee came with soft, shaking shiver as she pulled Macy back into the kiss and this time she held her there as the orgasm coursed through her. She needn’t have done so, because as Macy’s lips met Ashlee’s Macy had no desire to ever part them again until Ashlee made her do so. 

Of course, their lips did eventually part though at first it was just to once again share the nectar of their lovemaking. This was followed by a long series of shared breaths that ended only when they both heard the sound of dog barking not too far from them followed by the voice of its master calling for it to return. Both the voice and the barking soon passed, but the reality of their situation was brought to the forefront and they slowly forced themselves to gather themselves knowing full well that the stoppage was only a pause. 

When they finally had gathered themselves enough they resumed their hike again holding hands as much as possible as they walked and talked sweetly to each other. They weren’t heading anywhere in particular. They had no plan, but they knew whatever happened in the foreseeable future they could handle it as long they handled it together.

Oh, there was still a lot to deal with. Their lives were hardly made simpler by their new found love, but at that moment it didn’t matter. They were happy. That was all that counted. Maybe things would change in the weeks before they left for college. Maybe they would change once they were living together. Maybe the sun would burn out the next day or the oceans would boil or the moon would fall from the sky. Who knew and who cared?  

All they cared about right then and there was each other. All they knew was that the next moment they had alone would be another moment of absolute bliss. Everything else was beyond their control and they would deal with it when it happened and they would deal with it together.