1 comments/ 32663 views/ 7 favorites Ashlee's Weakness By: pointless Author's note: This story is part of a loose series of stories I have written that begins with Ashlee and Naiya's Sleepover and Macy's Crush and is directly preceded by A Sudden Change. There are also other stories in the series that follow Naiya's path that I've already written (Naiya's Fresh Start and Naiya's Homecoming). Those technically come after this one, so if you feel yourself enjoying the story, but also a bit lost regarding the back story feel free to ignore Naiya's stories and just start from the beginning and work your way back. I'd also like to point out that I edited this myself, so please be forgiving of any small errors you might find while also feeling free to let me know if there's any glaring oversights I've made either editing or just in the story itself. As long as it's constructive I'll be glad to read whatever it is any of you have to say. That being said, I do hope you enjoy my incredibly long and at some points very slow story. If you do rest assured there will be more to come. If you don't, well... that's okay too. Either way I thank you. Oh and disclaimer: All characters engaging in any sexual activity in this story are at least 18 years of age in the author's mind. Ashlee loved Macy more than she'd ever loved anyone or anything in her life. She knew this was true without even having to think about it. It was just an indisputable fact that was beyond question just as it was a fact that Macy returned that love fully and truly without any reservations, qualifiers or any other such nonsense. Their love was beautiful and true and it was something that Ashlee cherished more than life itself. Of course, it hadn't exactly been an easy love. After all, the beginning of their relationship had hardly been perfect, but that hadn't mattered then and it didn't matter now. So what if they had both been on the rebound from the first real relationships of their young lives? So what if they'd both discovered on that very same night when they first made love with so much soft passion that they'd both been keeping secrets from each other? Did it matter now that they were together? Of course not. All that really mattered was the new closeness they felt for each other and the comfort they felt in the other's arms and lips and so much else whenever they were together. The emotional and awkward beginning was nothing compared to that. By the time they'd left for school the awkward beginning was barely an after thought. About the only awkwardness that remained was the strain their love put on Macy's relationship with her step sister Naiya, but even that hardly seemed to matter. After all, any strain there was a direct result of Naiya's actions and that made it easier for Macy to fall in love with Ashlee guiltlessly even as she tried her best not to let her relationship with Naiya completely fall apart. It would take quite a bit for Macy to succeed in doing that, but eventually she found something of an equilibrium when she discovered that Naiya realized that the fault for destroying the friendship and love she'd had with Ashlee rested entirely within herself, but that was another story altogether. The love that had quickly developed between Ashlee and Macy was strong from the very start and even that seemingly significant hurdle was no true obstacle to their feelings by the time they'd left for college to start a new adventure together seemingly far, far away from the life they had back home. In fact, when they got in the car with Ashlee's mother to follow Ashlee's father and older sister Tabitha in the small moving van they didn't even bother wasting a thought on Naiya. Their thoughts were more focused on the frustration of having to control themselves during the long, tedious drive halfway across the state while also trying not to get frustrated with the constant stream of advice coming from Ashlee's mother about what not to do once they were on their own and out of the reach of direct parental supervision. It was hard to do especially since Ashlee's mother made it a point to bring up the dangerous and foreboding creatures known as frat boys and their evil, lustful ways seemingly once every five minutes or so. A couple of times the girls had a hard time just trying to keep from laughing as she kept harping on the importance of making sure they didn't get themselves knocked up or infected with some horrible disease, but they managed to hold it in and Ashlee's mother was sufficiently embarrassed to not notice the knowing smiles Ashlee and Macy exchanged on more than one occasion through the rearview mirror. There was one warning that Ashlee's mother had given, however, that they later learned was quite relevant despite the fact that at the time they just found it amusing to even consider the fact that living together would be anything but a paradise of endless Sapphic joy and wanton sexual exploration which, of course, it was in a lot of ways. Sadly, when Ashlee's mother had warned them their youthful arrogance had easily won the day even as Ashlee's mother had said wisely "Seriously girls, try not to get on each other's nerves too much. I know you think I'm just some old fuddy duddy hausfrau, but trust me, living with anyone, even your best friend, can be a major strain on a friendship. Heck, when I was a sophomore I lived with this girl Carmen who was my best friend in the world before we rented an apartment together. Six months later I was ready to strangle her every time she brought some frat boy home with her or left her towel on the floor after a shower. God, by the time our lease was up we weren't even talking. Hell, I never talked to her again." "Mom," Ashlee had said at the time in all seriousness and with more than a hint of the usual teenage parental frustration evident in her voice, "That won't happen to us. We've known each other since like forever. I doubt we'll be strangling each other over towels on the bathroom floor." "Yeah, that's what you think. Seriously, Ashlee and you too Macy, I want you both to promise me that whatever happens, whatever little annoying issue crops up that drives you mad with irrational rage or anything else you guys won't let yourselves hate each other. I mean it, promise me." "Don't worry, Rhonda," Macy said from the backseat. She'd always called her friends parents by their first names even though only Rhonda had ever actually insisted on it, "I promise we won't kill each other." "Thank you, Macy. I appreciate that. Your turn, Ashlee. Don't look at me like that. Promise your mother you won't kill your friend over something stupid." "Cross my heart and swear to god," Ashlee said as she did as she said smiling widely at what she thought was the silliness of it all. Her mother ignored the smile before reminding Ashlee and Macy that she'd hold them to their word even though the look on her face told them she knew they weren't taking her seriously. She then reverted to talking about safe sex and making sure they didn't miss their classes before finally realizing she'd been lecturing them for over an hour. After that the conversation became far more friendly and light hearted until they arrived at the little apartment Ashlee's father had managed to rent them both and everyone became far too busy moving the rag tag collection of second hand furniture that had been clogging up Ashlee's parents garage and Macy's families basement for the last few months and all the hastily packed boxes into the cramped confines of what would be Ashlee and Macy's home for at least the next six months. Rhonda had made sure to remind them of their promise before Ashlee's family left in flurry of hugs, well wishes, reminders to call regularly and other heartfelt family moments, but the bittersweet partings had dulled the sharpness of the warning even more than Ashlee and Macy's youthful arrogance had in the car. Then what Macy and Ashlee did once they were alone dulled it even more as they put unpacking on hold and instead did their best to "break in the apartment" by going down on each other on the couch. They almost did the same thing in the shower before they realized they needed to get to work. Of course, this didn't stop them from making love again anyway( on the couch again, naturally), but after that they managed to control themselves long enough to make the living room reasonably livable and assemble one of their bed's before they got hungry and ordered a pizza as they smoked a joint and relaxed on the couch. By the time they were getting ready to call it a night they'd somehow managed to get most of the big stuff out of the way despite the fact that that first joint quickly turned into five and their ability to control their hormones lessened with each hit. Still, they managed to make the apartment look something like a home despite all the half emptied boxes strewn about every room except the bathroom. They'd even managed to hook up the cable and their computers before they finally gave up on the idea of testing out the capacity of the water heater and instead just fell on the couch to watch some random movie that neither was paying that much attention to as they smoked a little more and chatted lazily with each other. Of course they weren't just sitting there vegging out. How could they? Just being close to each other while knowing that for once there was absolutely no chance that they'd be interrupted was simply too much of a temptation. Sure they were both tired, but when the movie ended and Macy, after getting up and grabbing the remote for her stereo out of one of the aforementioned half empty boxes, asked Ashlee in her cutest, little pleading voice for a foot rub Ashlee could already feel herself gearing up for another round of sweet, soft love making with her beautiful lover. Being able to make love to her petite and wonderful girlfriend was nothing short of a blessing. Not just because she was beautiful, of course. That would be shallow and their love was too deep, too emotional and true to be labeled like that. No, there was a friendship there that ran deeper than any mere physical attraction. It was just a connection that neither really could put a label on, but it didn't matter. It was there and that was everything. Still, Macy's body did drive her wild. Ashlee just loved her soft, shoulder length dark brown hair, her tiny nose, her perfect jaw line and her beautiful eyes which somehow seemed both just a little too big for her face, but also absolutely perfect. She also loved those small, perfect breasts, her soft, ever so bitable tummy and her cute feet with those perfect toes that occasionally just called to her even though she really didn't have a foot fetish. At least she didn't think so. Sure, the fetish she didn't think she had actually turned out to be the catalyst that got the ball rolling again, but that hardly meant anything. Seriously, Macy just had some cute fucking toes as Ashlee was forced to tell Macy when she teased Ashlee for kissing them as they rested on the couch in what passed for their jammies enjoying their buzz, their closeness and the music of Elvis Costello, a fetish Macy had picked up over the last month for reasons unknown to Ashlee, but which she was starting to get into despite herself. Of course, she wasn't paying all that much attention at the time and instead she was busy smiling in response to her lover's laugh. "You're such a perv," Macy said, laughing that light, airy little giggle that Ashlee just couldn't help but love. "Am not. It's not my fault your toes are so fucking cute," Ashlee said defending herself with a smile. "Whatever, pervert. Why don't you stop wasting your time kissing my feet and get back to rubbing them?" Macy shot back, trying her best not to smile as she did so. "But I like kissing them." "Well, I like it when you kiss me in other places a lot better." "Really?" Ashlee said raising her eyebrow as though intrigued. Of course, she was intrigued even though it was hardly a mystery where this conversation was going. Still, she waited to hear her lover's response before deciding her next move. "Yes, really," Macy replied coyly letting Ashlee know that Macy was aware that she was waiting to be told where else she should direct the attention of her lips. "Like where?" Ashlee said after a short pause even though she realized before she asked that Macy was going to keep playing the coy little girl. As she asked she decided that it was best just to give up the pretense of continuing the foot massage and instead guided Macy's foot off to the side before she leaned over and made to lay on top of her lover, but at the last moment she paused and instead crouched over her waiting for a response. "Guess," Macy responded as she reached out and gently pulled Ashlee the rest of the way down to her until their faces were mere inches apart. She then tried to close that last gap as well only to find that Ashlee had decided that it was her turn to be a little coy. "Maybe I don't want to guess. Did you ever think of that?" "Maybe you should just shut up and kiss me. Did you ever think of that?" "Hmmm, that is a good..." "Oh my god! Shut up!" Macy said before craning her neck up to Ashlee and putting an end to their game. Ashlee didn't mind one little bit, she did consider resisting just for a split second. At least she considered doing that until she felt Macy's lips part against her own and instead she found herself forgetting all about it and just about everything else as she melted into Macy's arms and into those soft, loving lips. Macy's kiss always seemed to have that kind of an effect on Ashlee. It was just so sweet and tender and there was always so much feeling in even the simplest kiss. This kiss was no exception to that rule. Even though it was more playful than serious that didn't mean that Macy didn't put every last ounce of her love and lust into it as she started to teasingly bite Ashlee's lower lip in a successful attempt to slowly draw out her passion. Soon they were both shifting on their narrow, lumpy sofa until they were both lying on their sides. The maneuver was somewhat tricky, but they'd had plenty of practice. Since they had purchased their crappy couch for twenty bucks at the local goodwill it had been seen plenty of action late at night in Ashlee's parents garage (well, it was supposed to be a garage, but it hadn't been used as one ever since Ashlee's father got himself a job that paid him enough to build one that was actually attached to the house. Since then it had basically served as a place for Ashlee, her sisters and her friends to hang out and get stoned amongst the wreckage of her father's now abandoned hobby of working on old cars) In fact, they'd bought it despite it's dilapidated condition because it just so happened to be a pull out, but they'd yet to bother going to the trouble of pulling out the bed and instead usually just ended up either using it as a jumping off point before heading to bed or they just ended up doing it right there on the smoky and beer stained cushions. Of course, at that point it was as yet undecided where they'd end up making love as they took advantage of their new position to simply take joy in their closeness as hands freely began to wander under the thin, soft fabric of each others pajamas. Really, that in itself was exquisite enough to occupy them both for quite some time as soft hands caressed the smooth skin of each others backs while their kiss gained speed slowly, but with a persistence that was equal parts familiar, comforting and erotic. It wasn't until Macy's hands found their way down the back of Ashlee's boxers that things started to get a little more passionate, but even then everything progressed with slowness. Even when Macy's small, soft hands began to gently knead the flesh of Ashlee's buttocks while at the same pulling her closer and sliding her thigh between Ashlee's legs in an obvious invitation to grind her pussy against the soft material of Macy's pajamas Ashlee knew better than to do so. Not that it was a trap or a trick or anything silly like that, but because she knew that if she did she'd lose it right then and there and Ashlee didn't want that. Sure, she was tired and so was Macy, but the knowledge that there were no parents to interrupt them now brought about in Ashlee a seemingly natural inclination to try and draw out the whole experience from beginning to end even if it meant they'd both lose valuable sleep in the process. Even though her body screamed for her to take up Macy's offer of sweet, satisfying release so early on Ashlee forced herself to hold back and instead allowed her own hands to drift past the waist band in the rear of Macy's pajama's to return the soft caress and teasing exploration the forbidden crevasse that laid between those cute, little butt cheeks while teasingly biting her lover's lip. "You're such a bitch," Macy said after the bite, but despite her name calling Ashlee knew she was only playing. Even without that cute, girlish grin that crossed Macy's lips as she spoke Ashlee would've known. Still, that didn't stop her from returning the playful insult in kind as she said "I'm not the bitch. You're the bitch. What do you think you're doing trying to make me fuck your thigh? You know I like saving that for latter. Besides, maybe I just wanna make out tonight. Ever think of that?" "No," Macy said with a hint of playful sarcasm as she once again pulled Ashlee tightly to her by kneading and grabbing her tight bottom before kissing her lips briefly then continuing by adding "I never thought of that. Besides, don't you ever think of my needs? Maybe I wanna come right now, hmmm? Did you think of that?" "Oddly enough I did," Ashlee said enjoying the teasing, playful banter almost as much as she was enjoying the way Macy was squirming under her touch as she began to use her fingernails to lightly scratch Macy's back, "but I kinda decided I'd rather be a little selfish tonight and if you gotta problem with that you can..." Suddenly Ashlee found herself being silenced by her lover's lips once again crashing against her own as one of those hands that had been caressing her butt found it's way quickly to the back of her head and pulled her back to Macy's lips. It was a quick kiss, but it was easily the most passionate kiss of the evening so far and Ashlee knew what that meant even before it broke and Macy, looking just a bit too proud of herself, stared into her eyes and said "So... you're saying that if I did this," and she paused and Ashlee found herself sighing in both pleasure and surprise as she felt Macy's hand slide swiftly and easily from her butt to the front of her boxers and just as swiftly and easily slide it's way down until one of her fingers teasingly slid its way between Ashlee's lips before Macy continued saying "That you'd stop me?" "Mmm, not necessarily," Ashlee said in a quiet shaky whisper as Macy's lips found their way to her neck while her finger continued to tease Ashlee with it's playfulness as Macy touched her just enough for Ashlee to feel it, but not enough to do anything else. At least, not for the moment. Really, she was almost just cupping Ashlee's pussy while rubbing her with maddeningly little force continuing to place light kisses that were now heading upward to Ashlee's ear. "But you just said you wanted to wait. Were you lying? Hmmm, do you want me do this...," and again Macy upped the ante by changing her soft caresses to something more adamant, more forceful as she let a finger slip between Ashlee's already wet, puffy lips to tease the inner lips more directly and even to ever so briefly caress her clit before continuing her verbal teasing by saying "Or should I stop? I mean if you want me to I will. I'm not cruel after all. If you don't want me to do this..." and now her finger began to slip easily into Ashlee's depths, but only just as she nibbled gently on Ashlee's earlobe before adding as she continued to call Ashlee's bluff "I'll gladly stop." Ashlee's Weakness Ch. 02 Author's Note: This is the second part of Ashlee's Weakness which is itself part of a larger story arch beginning with my stories Ashlee and Naiya's Sleepover and Macy's Crush. There are more stories involved, but as I listed many of them in the previous installment I won't bother to do so here. All stories (plus many others I've written over the years) can be accessed from my profile, so feel free to go there if you find yourself getting lost or wanting to read more. Please feel free to send me feedback whether negative or positive in nature. I did edit this myself, so there are most likely plenty of small errors in the text which hopefully won't bother anyone too much. If anyone notices anything big and ultra annoying I'd love to know about it so I can fix it or at least try to avoid making the same mistake in the future. As long as it's well intentioned and polite I am more than happy to read any criticisms you might have on this or any other story I have written. And in case you were wondering all characters in this story involved in any acts of a sexual nature are at least eighteen years of age. Enjoy. * When Ashlee arrived back at the apartment from her night of passion with Carrie she couldn't help but be darkly happy to see her lover asleep in her bed. Of course, she really had no reason to expect anything else. Macy wasn't, after all, one to worry. A perfect example of this truth was the fact that when Ashlee had finally gathered the courage to turn on her phone after sitting in her car for more than fifteen minutes in the parking lot where she and Carrie had parted ways she only found one text from her lover that had simply said "hope ur having fun. I'm going to bed. Tell me about in the mornin. Xoxo.:)" and that was it. No passive aggressive messages, no half dozen missed calls and no anything else. There was just one little text and nothing more. As Ashlee stood in the doorway of their bedroom staring at Macy sleeping so peacefully and managing to look so devastatingly cute despite the drool slowly leaking from the corner of her mouth Ashlee couldn't help but feel like the worst person to ever walk the face of the earth. At least a part of her wanted to feel like the worst person in the world. Really though she didn't feel like anything at that moment. She just felt empty, somewhat vaguely sad and tired. She was very, very tired. Sure, the guilty part of her wanted to wake up Macy right then and there to shake and beg her for forgiveness for the horrible thing she'd done, but it was honestly just a small part of her. The rest of her just wanted to be left alone to sit in the dark of the living room thinking about nothing, doing nothing and, most of all, feeling nothing. She didn't want to contemplate her sin, the effects it might and should have on her relationship with Macy or her friendship with Carrie. She just wanted to disappear into her head and feel nothing for awhile. So that's what she did more or less. It was a shockingly easy thing to do. She already felt fairly numb and, again, extremely tired. All it took was one lousy Vicodin from her stash, a couple of hits of the good stuff she and Macy had been saving for a rainy day and a healthy dose of Brian Eno's Music for Airports from her iPod. After that she just laid herself down on the dingy couch and stared at the ceiling until the numbness overtook her and she finally managed to fall asleep just as the battery died and the music fell silent. As she slept she happily achieved her goal of nothingness. She only slept and forgot what a worthless, untrustworthy person she had allowed herself to become. It was almost perfect except for the fact that it was destined to not last long at all. Of course, she wasn't thinking of that because she had tried hard to feel nothing at all and, for what it was worth, she had succeeded. She was asleep and that was what mattered. At least, she was until no more than two, maybe two and a half hours later when she found herself being softly nudged awake by Macy's warm lips kissing her on the forehead while Macy's fingers gently brushed Ashlee's hair away from her face as she whispered sweetly "Wake up, drunkie. You're supposed to be getting ready for class." "What?" Ashlee said automatically as she removed the ear buds from her ears even though she'd heard Macy and taken it all in quite easily. "I said you have class in like an hour. You need to get up," Macy said, smiling before tousling her lover's hair playfully. Ashlee wanted to be grumpy and tell her to stop, but she just couldn't. Instead she just smiled back at her lover and received an even bigger smile in return for her efforts. How could she not smile? The sight of lovely, kind and beautiful Macy smiling at her with so much warmth and feeling even though Ashlee knew she had to look like death warmed over instantly melted the coldness she'd felt the night before. She couldn't help it even as the small voice of guilt she'd heard the night before crept back into her mind to tell her she didn't deserve the love hidden so poorly behind Macy's beautiful smile. Ashlee just couldn't help but ignore that voice as she grabbed Macy's hand to kiss her palm gently. Macy, of course, laughed at her. She kept on laughing even as Ashlee pulled her down into a kiss that Macy broke slowly to tease her saying "What's got into you, weirdo? You're usually not this lovey dovey in the morning. You didn't like take a bunch of exstasy last night or something, did you?" "No, "Ashlee said, smiling weakly as she tried very hard not to remember what she'd done the night before. It was a failed effort, but she managed to hide the guilt that welled up inside of her and maintained her weak smile only flinching a little before she added "No, I just went to a gay bar with Car." "A gay bar! You bitch! Oh, you suck so much ass! You went to a gay bar without me? I told I've wanted to go to a gay bar for like forever! I fucking hate you!" Macy said crossing right across Ashlee. Her anger was obviously a mixture of both playful front and real disappointment. She slapped Ashlee gently on the shoulder before adding more calmly "Was it fun?" "It was okay. I mean, it was like totally much more Zen than I expected it to be. Oh, and I totally got drunk there." "How the fuck did you get drunk?" Macy asked, still obviously jealous, but also genuinely interested. "Carrie knew the bartender," Ashlee said simply, her smile fading slightly at the mention of Carrie's name. "Lucky bitch," Macy said simply before adding "So is that it?" "What do you mean?" Ashlee said, trying hard not to sound defensive despite the fact that the loving glint in Macy's eye told her Macy was just asking the question because she was simply interested in what Ashlee had been doing while she was busy working far longer and sleeping far less than she wanted. "I mean, is that all you guys did? Did you just go to a bar and get smashed or did you actually do something fun?" "Getting drunk isn't fun enough for you?" "Umm, not really, but that's just me." "Well, then you wouldn't have had fun, because that's pretty much all we did," Ashlee said, lying with an ease that actually hurt her as Macy smiled and said "Well, as long as you had fun. I, on the other hand, just worked, came home, smoked a bowl with Enrique and watched some Futurama before I told Enrique to split and I went to bed." "Ahh, poor baby," Ashlee said as she sat up and kissed her lover on the tip of her nose. Then she kissed her again on her eyelid causing Macy to giggle in a way that for some reason really made Ashlee want to kiss her in a more serious fashion, so she did and suddenly she found herself pulling her lover onto the couch as they both just kind of started making out until Ashlee's hands reached behind Macy's back and unsnapped her bra through her t-shirt causing Macy to push her away suddenly to catch her breath before speaking. "What are you doing? You know you only have like half an hour to take a shower, get dressed and head off to class, right?" Macy said, smiling even as she chided her lover's lack of priorities. "So?" was Ashlee's only answer as she tried to rejoin the kiss only to be blocked by Macy's hand covering her mouth as she sat up straddling Ashlee's legs. Ashlee, in turn, pushed herself up on her elbows. "Well, because, as you well know, I also have class today and I, unlike you, cannot be late or that old, evil bastard will lock the fucking door. Besides," Macy said, finally uncovering Ashlee's mouth when she saw the defeat in her eyes. "I totally have some free time after class that would be much better suited for this, so.," and here Macy paused to give Ashlee a soft, warm kiss on her lips that quickly threatened to become much, much more before Macy regained her senses and pulled away before repeating in a slightly more adamant tone "So, you horny bitch, just keep it in your pants until then." "Fucking fine," Ashlee said her disappointment painfully obvious both in her voice and in the frown that was etched so deeply into her tired face until she finally forced herself to find the bright side as she said "Does that mean you have the night off tonight?" "Uh, no, it just means I don't have to go in early. Didn't I tell you? After last night they're switching me to slightly more humane hours. I don't have to go until three and then I get out at two again, so instead of thirteen hours I only have to work eleven. Yay," Macy said the last bit with enough deadpan sarcasm that Ashlee almost laughed despite the fact that she knew Macy was not really trying to be funny. Luckily Macy either didn't notice or didn't care as she continued "So. anyway. we can totally fuck before your afternoon practice. Doesn't that make you happy?" "Oh, ecstatic. Simply ecstatic. I love having my love life scheduled by your work," Ashlee said feeling suddenly bitter about the way Macy had said it all. Well, not really the way she said it, but what she had said. It just kind of took the spontaneity and the passion out of everything and made it seem so tiresome for some reason. "Oh, I know, baby. I fucking hate it, too, but, hopefully anyway, after this weekend Maggie will come back from her vacation and I'll only have to work an extra day until they hire someone. Besides, think of all the weed we'll be able to buy with the extra money I'll be making. It'll be so fucking sweet!" "Really? Do you think we could also maybe like go to that sex shop by the strip club?" Ashlee said almost off the top of her head. "What?" Macy came back honestly confused by the question. Sure, they'd joked around about buying sex toys before, but they'd always come to mutual decision that they were both more than happy with the tongues and fingers and what not that they had been born with and, besides, sex shops were just so creepy. "It's just.," Ashlee started and stopped as she suddenly felt terrible about her current line of thinking because it led her back to the night before. Still, the look on Macy's face told her that it would be a good idea to finish her thought if she didn't want to have to answer any questions later, so she bit the bullet and said "I was kinda curious about. you know, like maybe. if you wouldn't mind, of course, like, possibly getting a. ummm. strap-on?" "Seriously?" Macy said, looking at Ashlee through narrowed eyes as if she were suddenly suspicious. "I thought you said those were dumb." "I know I did, but.," and again Ashlee paused as she thought of a good way to voice her thoughts before finally coming up with a carefully worded lie as she said "Carrie just kind of convinced me that they might be kind of fun." "Did she now? Well, she's a little magician, isn't she?" Macy said and then paused. Luckily it was a short pause, because Ashlee really had no idea how to respond to that before Macy said "You're sure? I mean, 'cause you know I'm game, but if you're." "No, I'm serious. I think it'd be fun," Ashlee said cutting her off. "Well, alright then. When I get my nice, fat paycheck for working my ass off this week we'll call Jerry and get an ounce and then we'll go see what kind of sex toys we can get for a hundred bucks. Sound like a plan?" "It does," Ashlee said simply, more than a little relieved that Macy hadn't questioned her further while at the same time feeling more than just a little guilty about. well, just about everything. The guilt didn't go away when Macy kissed her one more time before she said, "Shit, I really have to go. Enrique is going to meet me at the gas station on the corner in like fifteen minutes and if I don't get there soon they're going to dump my coffee and I fucking need my coffee." "Yuck. That stuff is not coffee," Ashlee said before urging Macy to give her one more kiss before she got up. "Shut up, hipster. Just because it doesn't cost five bucks a cup doesn't mean it isn't coffee," Macy said as she got up, slung her bag over her shoulder and headed for the door. "That's not why it isn't coffee," Ashlee said with a smile, unable to resist falling into their old argument. "I said shut up. I like my freeze dried hazlenutty deliciousness and there's nothing you can do to change that. Love ya, babe," Macy said as she blew Ashlee a kiss as she opened the door. "Love you, too, baby," Ashlee replied as she returned the gesture with a weak smile as she watched her lover walk out the door. The smile vanished almost as soon as the door closed and Ashlee found herself rubbing her eyes trying hard to both wake herself up completely and keep the dark thoughts that were quickly threatening to overtake her at bay. She was only moderately successful on both fronts, but she did manage to force herself to get up and grab some three day old pizza and a can of Red Bull from the fridge for breakfast before heading to the shower for a quick and much needed cleansing before dressing quickly, but still decently and then grabbing her book bag and laptop and heading out the door. For the next hour and a half as Ashlee sat in class she was far too busy trying her hardest to pay attention to the Professor's droning, monotonous voice to contemplate anything about the night before. She simply couldn't spare the brain power. Red Bull had proved less than adequate and she actually found herself struggling just to keep her hand moving as she took her notes. She was keeping up, but only just. Luckily Alex (a friend from the team and one of the few people who hadn't acted like a jerk when Ashlee started hanging out with Carrie) was sitting right next to her taking her own notes as well as noticing just how frazzled Ashlee was. By the time class was over Alex was almost begging Ashlee to take her notes as they walked to Ashlee's car. Ashlee refused, but she did cave when Alex insisted that they study together after practice both to shut Alex up as well as just because Alex was a fun, safe (i.e. straight. Well, semi-straight, really, but that's a whole other story) person to hang out with. Well, there were other reasons too. Alex was pretty cool and Ashlee knew that her idea of studying usually involved getting nice and stoned afterwards. While that didn't necessarily make the studying all that meaningful it did at least mean that Ashlee would have an excuse not to call Carrie. Of course, she didn't really need one and she kind of had a feeling that Carrie wouldn't care either way but for some reason she felt a good deal better and just a tad bit stronger armored in her valid excuse. So that was her plan. She'd go home, make love to her girlfriend, go to practice and afterwards she and Alex would pick up Jesse so they could "study" and do anything else besides call that devilishly beautiful girl who had rocked her world and made her feel like a goddess for a brief moment only to make her feel like a whore once that moment had passed. As she drove home after dropping off Alex Ashlee found comfort in this new plan. She'd just leave it all in the past and try her best to pretend that nothing had happened and eventually it would just be a footnote in her life. It would become nothing but one wonderfully terrible night among the thousands upon thousands that would make up her life. She'd just move on and leave her mistake in the past like it was nothing more than a skipped appointment, a book she failed to return to the library on time or something else boring and mundane instead of the betrayal of trust that it truly been. For awhile she managed to convince herself that she could get it done. In fact, she was sure of it. The numbness was gone, and the desire to just forget and move on had replaced it easily. Something inside just wanted to pretend it would all be good if she just wrote Carrie off and moved on. Sure, there was still a little voice in the back of her mind that told Ashlee that she was not only fooling herself, but also trying way too hard to find an easy way out that she didn't deserve to take but it was a voice that was easy for Ashlee to ignore by simply repeating to herself that if she could just be good from now on that would be all that really mattered. By the time she arrived home to find Macy in the shower Ashlee was absolutely certain she could be good again, that she could resist the urges she'd given into only the night before. Seeing Macy standing there in the warm spray of the shower looking like the living embodiment of sex helped with this feeling. It also sent shivers down Ashlee's spine. She felt electric, she felt strong just knowing she was about to make love to the vision of feminine beauty who was currently humming along to the Lady Gaga song playing on the radio. It was all just so cute and so sexy that it almost hurt. In the dark, barely conscious corners of her mind Ashlee couldn't help but think that missing this was why she had strayed. Sure, it was a weak excuse, but that hardly mattered. Any excuse would do when it came to Ashlee justifying her guilt as she stared at her lover before entering the bathroom without saying a word as she began to shed her clothes. It was true though. Lack of sex with Macy had been a contributing factor in Ashlee's sin. Sadly, even Ashlee was aware of the fact that a temporary and partial dry spell after a period of unsustainable over abundance was hardly a good enough reason to cheat on the girl she loved more than anything in the world. But when Ashlee heard Macy say, "Hello there, sneaky. Care to join me?" as she peaked around the shower curtain Ashlee suddenly didn't care about any of that. All inner conflict was put on hold as she smiled back and said "You know it," as she kicked off her pants which she had allowed to fall around her ankles and threw her t-shirt onto the floor in front of the sink and then quickly rid herself of the rest of her clothes before stepping into the shower to join her lover. Now none of it was all that graceful or really all that sexy, but it was apparently good enough judging from the soft laughter it elicited from Macy. Of course, that laughter was probably more a result of the fact that Ashlee had almost tripped on her panties when she didn't quite manage to get them off of her feet before trying to pull off her socks, but Ashlee didn't care. She simply righted herself by grabbing onto the sink, kicked off her panties, ripped off her socks and quickly finished the job by removing her bra before finally joining her lover in the shower. The giggling now was meaningless. In fact, if anything, it only made her want Macy just that much more. "So how was class?" Macy asked as she turned to face Ashlee with her hands on her head massaging in some shampoo only to turn away instantly to avoid her lover's embrace saying "Hey! Be patient. I'm still washing my hair." "I don't care," Ashlee said honestly as she reached up to gently grab Macy's chin and turned her back to face her for a soft, loving kiss which Macy gladly accepted even as she continued to rub the shampoo into her hair. Ashlee's Weakness Ch. 02 "Mind helping me rinse this out?" Macy said after the kiss broke. Ashlee, of course, agreed readily. Macy needn't have even asked though she always did. She also always thanked Ashlee with a kiss like she did when Ashlee was finished and had replaced the shower massager into its holder. Oddly enough, it also wasn't unusual that the kiss quickly turned into much more than just a simple thank you for a job well done almost as soon as their lips touched. No, this had actually become their most common way of being intimate since Macy's job started to become something of a burden on their relationship. Not that either of them minded that at the moment as their arms slowly wound their way around the others soft, warm and wet body to pull each other closer. There was just something so comforting to Ashlee about feeling Macy in her arms again. It just felt so right, so pure and so familiar. Sure, when she had made love (Well, fucked since there was no love to be made or had between them) Carrie the night before that too had felt right and familiar, but this was different. This wasn't animal lust; this wasn't just simple carnal need. This was deeper than that, much more patient and there were no games, no power play. It was just two girls deeply in love trying to savor the oneness of their being. In other words, it was just like so many other times they'd made love since they'd become a couple. It was soft, it was slow and it was patient. Neither of them seemed to be in a rush as gentle hands kneaded supple buttocks and fingers dug into to the soft flesh of each other's backs. Even their kiss was slow and methodical despite the obvious passion between them with neither of them trying to tongue wrestle the other as they instead focused on enjoying the softness of lips against lips with only the occasional tongue suck or soft caress. "God, I missed this," Ashlee said in a hushed whisper as Macy nibbled on her shoulder blade while Ashlee simply pressed her body against Macy's and allowed her hands to glide across the smooth contours of Macy's back. Ashlee almost felt silly saying this, but it was true. She did miss it. Those seemingly endless days and nights they'd spent together near the end of summer had spoiled her. She needn't have felt too silly, though. She was hardly the only one who felt the same way as she learned when Macy whispered "Me too, baby," in response as she moved up to nibble on Ashlee's earlobe. For reasons that Ashlee had no desire to examine too closely those acted as the catalyst to push her past the point of being satisfied with mere contact as she slid her thigh between Macy's and urged Macy to the same before pushing her almost a tad bit too roughly against the wall of the shower. "Slow down, tiger," Macy said with a soft laugh and a wicked smile as she broke the kiss and turned Ashlee until she was the one against the wall. Ashlee said nothing, but she did her best to obey Macy's wishes. It was a decision she would not come to regret as Macy quickly reminded her that slow was hardly bad as she took control and slowly led Ashlee down the path of soft, teasing caresses and butterfly kisses on earlobes and necklines as well as much harder kisses on soft lips as they both just let their bodies slip and slide against each other with no rhyme or reason. It was absolutely perfect and loving and beautiful and so much more. It was also deeply erotic just to know that girl whose soft hands were busying themselves kneading Ashlee's butt cheeks and softly tracing her short fingernails across the sensitive skin of Ashlee's back was doing it out of love and not just lust. Oh, there was lust there as well, but it was secondary to that deeper, more meaningful emotion and that's what made this soft, sensuous embrace so damned good. In fact it was so good that it was almost disappointing when one of Macy's hands slid between them and made to touch Ashlee's already puffy and aroused labia. Almost was, of course, the key word because Ashlee didn't even think of telling her lover to stop. Instead she simply moved one of her own hands to the space where Macy's warm, moist flower resided and made to touch her lover there as she had so many times before until they were no longer truly kissing each other. Instead, as their fingers expertly sought out each other's sensitive areas, both the obvious and the far more subtle, they were more breathing heavily into each other's mouths than anything else as they quickly (and quite shockingly, to be completely honest) brought each other to orgasm. And it really was that quick. No more than a minute or two after they had touched each other's clits they were both writhing against each other in release. Ashlee had barely even processed that fact that her lover's fingers had found her clit before she felt the sparks shooting off behind her eyes and she'd barely even begun fingering Macy's soft, puffy folds before she felt Macy's teeth accidentally and instinctively biting into her shoulder as she gasped sweetly and nearly collapsed from the pleasure. "Wow," was all Ashlee could say. It wasn't much, but it perfectly encapsulated her feelings of surprise regarding her body's reaction to her lover's touch. Her phrasing was good deal more articulate than Macy's, however. She could only laugh as Ashlee tried to get back to the business at hand. At least she laughed until Ashlee silenced her by sliding her finger into Macy's depths. Instantly the laughter turned to sighing as Macy's fingers also found themselves moving towards her lover's cunt to touch her as they shared another kiss. At least, they tried until the two young lovers were forced to abandon their mutual pursuit by a quick, hard blast of searing hot water hitting their naked bodies as their upstairs neighbors innocently flushed their toilet. This was hardly a surprising turn of events. In fact, it happened damned near every time they made love in the shower and if it didn't then something else would. What? Well, like what happened next when just as they decided to brave the shower again they suddenly found themselves being pummeled by ice water that was cold enough to make them both scream as they once again jumped out of the shower and found themselves laughing despite their frustration. It would've been enough to spoil the mood of others, but for Ashlee and Macy a little distraction such as searing pain followed by freezing half to death was hardly enough to make them quit. It did however make them pause for a moment to laugh at their ridiculous behavior before Macy bent over to turn off the water and Ashlee suddenly found herself unable to resist the urge to take control when Macy's beautiful and perfectly shaped bottom was presented to her so openly and freely. The little yelp that Macy let out when Ashlee's hand found its way to her open flower was very pleasing to Ashlee's ear. Sure, it wasn't quite as satisfying as the soft sigh she let out almost immediately after, but it was nice enough to bring out a smile and light laugh from Ashlee that elicited a shakily spoken "Oh, shut up," from Macy that quickly became another sigh when Ashlee got down on her knees and licked her lovers cute, little butthole as her finger slid ever so easily inside of Macy's cunt. "Mmm," Ashlee teased as Macy sighed yet again, "You like that don't you, you dirty girl." It was a corny thing to say, but it didn't matter. Macy liked it just as she liked it when Ashlee's tongue gently rimmed her one more time just as Ashlee's index finger slid out of Macy's pussy to brush across Macy's hard clit before sliding back inside this time with Ashlee's ring finger to keep it company as Ashlee's thumb took over on Macy's clit before Ashlee teased her again by first licking her in that forbidden place one more time before saying "I'll take that as a yes." "Oh fuck," was all Macy could say in response. She did, however, say it several times in a row in a breathless, shaky voice that almost became a squeak when Ashlee got down on her haunches and turned herself around into a position that was slightly less than comfortable, but necessary for her to get her tongue on that sweet, hard nub of flesh while keeping her fingers inside of her lover to twist and bend and make Macy cry. At first this seemed like a perfectly wise decision to make. Macy for one liked it enough that she was no longer bothering to speak and instead had begun to sigh and groan in a shaky tone. Her tone, however, was not the only thing shaking as Ashlee continued to push her towards orgasm. Her legs and arms were also shivering almost violently as she tried her hardest to maintain control of her own body. Her knuckles were almost white from gripping the slippery edge of the tub. She was about to lose it, but she didn't care and neither did Ashlee. At least, neither of them cared until Macy actually did lose it and suddenly Ashlee found herself very grateful that she had been gifted with excellent reflexes and that years of playing football had made her a tad bit stronger than your average eighteen year old woman when she managed to catch herself and hold Macy up just long enough to avoid both being smothered by her beautiful lover and smashing her head against the cheap linoleum of their bathroom floor before she found herself laughing her ass off as she laid on her back. Of course, she soon found herself being smothered anyway when Macy, still very aroused and lost in the moment, simply sat on Ashlee's face. Ashlee at first just kept laughing into her lover's wet, beautiful pussy momentarily unable to do what she really wanted to until Macy, who was far less amused about the whole situation, grabbed her by the hair and forced Ashlee's face against her aroused and gyrating sex. It was hardly a move that Ashlee would have expected from her usually calm and relatively sedate lover, but it was very deeply arousing action. Not only because it told her that Macy was in need, but also because there was just something so damned hot about feeling Macy's usually gentle fingers tugging her hair almost violently as she pulled Ashlee into her and ground her wet cunt into Ashlee's face. How could she laugh at that kind of passion? The short answer was she couldn't, so she didn't. Instead she let the amusing nature of the situation pass her by as she reached up with one hand to paw lovingly at Macy's breast and brought the other one around Macy's hip and thigh to spread Macy open as she got back to her task. It was a wise decision as Ashlee soon discovered when poor Macy proved just how close she truly was to coming when after what couldn't have been more than a handful of minutes of licking, sucking and moaning against her lover's clit Ashlee found her efforts rewarded with first a series of passionate whining cries before Macy went silent as she held her breath while her body began to quake. Then the panting came and Macy's hips once again began gyrating as Ashlee mercilessly kept at her oral manipulations until again Macy came and then again in quick succession. By the end of it Ashlee was forced to bring her knees up to prevent Macy from collapsing onto the floor as she went limp and coated Ashlee's face with her sweet, creamy secretions. Ashlee just laid there placing soft kisses and playful nips on Macy's soft inner thighs as Macy caught her breath. It took a bit, but she didn't mind. In fact, it made her more than just a little proud to see her lover so weak that she could barely move for almost a full minute. It felt good to give pleasure to Macy. It was almost enough to make Ashlee forget what she had done to Macy only the night before. In fact, for the moment it was exactly enough and it remained enough even when Macy finally looked down at her and without saying a word slowly urged Ashlee to sit up so Macy could kiss her with a loving softness while straddling her lap on the bathroom floor. The kiss was slow, it was warm and it was exquisite. It was a tender reminder of just how much Macy loved Ashlee. It was also an unspoken promise that there was more to come, but not just yet. No, the rest could wait a few more minutes and it did as they both just sat there softly embracing until Macy stood up slowly and offered Ashlee her hand before saying softly "Come on." Macy need not have said a word. Still, there was just something so sweet hidden in those two simple words and the soft smile that appeared on Macy's face. Sweet, but not at all innocent as evidenced by the fact that as soon as they'd both walked the short distance from their bathroom to their bedroom Macy turned and embraced Ashlee once more, but only briefly before playfully pushing her back onto the bed. Ashlee would have laughed or at least offered a token protest, but she didn't have the time to as Macy quickly dropped to her knees between Ashlee's legs and joined her in another kiss before telling her to lean back as she began to place little bites and kisses on Ashlee's breasts and taut nipples. Those soft, simple kisses felt so good that for awhile Ashlee failed to comply with her lover's request to lay back. Instead she kept drawing Macy back into a kiss for no other reason than the fact that she just loved the feel of their lips pressing together and their tongues teasingly caressing each other. At first Macy didn't seem to mind one little bit. In fact, every time Ashlee's hand found its way to Macy's chin to guide her back into a kiss Macy smiled her angelic smile. Oh, she made a point to chide Ashlee for interrupting her, but even a fool could have seen that she wasn't serious. Still, she was insistent that Ashlee should lie back. Ashlee, however, continued to ignore her until Macy broke their kiss one last time and placed a hand on Ashlee's chest in the valley between her breasts and pushed her gently onto her back saying "You seriously need to lay back or I'm just not going to be able to eat that pretty, little pussy of yours in the way it deserves." "Oh, really?" Ashlee came back teasingly even as she finally obeyed Macy's request. She then sighed and even squirmed a little as Macy's teasing kisses found the sensitive flesh of her belly. Ashlee then squirmed a lot more when Macy's teeth joined the fun nipping at her firm, but still wonderfully soft tummy before whispering "God, I fucking love you." "I love you too, baby," Macy said softly before teasingly licking a circle around Ashlee's navel. Ashlee squirmed again sighing dreamily and enjoying the teasing more with every soft and not so soft caress of tongue, lips and teeth. Her enjoyment only increased when Macy's small hands reached up to knead Ashlee's soft bosom as her kisses continued to slowly moved down Ashlee's body. When those downy soft kisses reached Ashlee's mound she couldn't help but squirm even more. Not just because their tender touch felt so wonderful kissing her sensitive skin, but because of the anticipation she felt knowing that soon they would reach her puffy, dewy lips and the aroused, hooded nub of her clit. Sure, she knew her lover well enough to know that there would be some more teasing, but the closer Macy's lips got to her center the more Ashlee couldn't help but anticipate the release she knew her lover would provide her. Sure enough, when Macy's lips momentarily caressed Ashlee's sex it was only for the briefest and lightest of touches. Still, that slight, fleeting contact was enough to send a shiver up Ashlee's spine. The soft stream of cool air blown directly on her clit that followed only served to make that shiver even more powerful as a sharp quaking moan escaped Ashlee's lips. Ashlee heard her lover laugh lightly, but chose to ignore it and instead she simply laid back and sighed dreamily as Macy's lips and teeth teased her sensitive inner thighs. It was an exquisite feeling. Macy's gentle and playful bites made thoughts of Carrie vanish completely from Ashlee's mind. Macy's soft lips kissing and suckling Ashlee's soft skin was more than enough to make Ashlee forget that they weren't the only two people in the world. The way one of Macy's hands softly caressed Ashlee's tummy and while the other held Ashlee's legs open was more than enough to wipe away everything except the moment which she and Macy were sharing right then and there. If Ashlee had been in a more rational mindset this would have of course made her feel all the more guilty for what she'd done if only because it was just too easy, but as Macy slowly kissed her way back to Ashlee's center rational thinking wasn't exactly easy to come by. No, all Ashlee could think of was how much she loved the lovely little pixyish beauty whose eyes were looking so sweetly into her own. Ashlee just smiled back at her already seemingly incapable of doing anything beyond that and sighing as she waited for her lover's mouth to kiss her in the most intimate manner possible. "I love you," Macy whispered so quietly that Ashlee barely heard her even in the silence of their bedroom. It took a second for Ashlee to register the statement and then it took another long second before she finally found the strength to repeat the sentiment with a smile a stroke of her lover's hair. Macy, of course, didn't mind the pause one little bit and instead she just returned the smile before placing another soft kiss on Ashlee's cleft as Ashlee sighed loudly and then groaned when Macy let it be known that she was done teasing by sliding her tongue between Ashlee's puffy lips to slowly explore the pink, wet sweetness between. Ashlee groaned again as Macy's tongue found its way to her clit and remained there for a long moment. Of course, Macy's tongue didn't remain at Ashlee's clit forever. The teasing may have been over, but that hardly meant that Macy was in any hurry to make her lover come. She probably should have been considering the fact that Ashlee only had another hour before practice and they both still had to eat something besides each other and Macy would likely need another shower before work, but she wasn't particular worried about any of that and neither was Ashlee. The future was simply not very important at that moment or the moments that immediately followed as Macy allowed one of her hands to spread open Ashlee's lips to allow her explorations more freedom. Ashlee's reaction was instantaneous if not exactly ground breaking. She suddenly found herself completely incapable of keeping her eyes open long enough to maintain any meaningful eye contact with Macy. Again, Macy didn't care. In fact, she merely smiled automatically before fighting it off so she could get back to lapping at her lover's juicy secretions and suckling and nibbling at her engorged lips while still ignoring Ashlee's button for the time being. For her part Ashlee didn't really care that Macy had yet to bring her full attention to her clit. The slow, patient oral explorations were more than enough as she continued to sigh dreamily as her head rolled on the bed almost mindlessly and her hands found their way to her own breasts then her tummy and then back to her breasts just because it felt good to do so. Of course, she wasn't exactly disappointed when Macy's tongue flicked her hood a couple of times nor was she was saddened when Macy started to so more regularly and occasionally even allowed her lips to wrap themselves around Ashlee's hooded nub. She wasn't stupid after all. The glorious shock of pleasure that shot through her body every time Macy deemed Ashlee's clit worthy of her attentions was almost beyond words even though it did tend to make Ashlee utter a few choice, random curses despite herself such as "Oh, Jesus fuck," and "Fucking shit," among others. This only became worse when Macy decided that play time was over and brought the hand that had previously been busy keeping Ashlee's leg in check to her lover's opening and inserted two thin fingers with an ease that spoke to Ashlee's advanced state of arousal. Ashlee cursed again and let out a high pitched whine that turned into a gasp as Macy's lips once again wrapped themselves around Ashlee's clit and suckled Ashlee there. Macy then used her agile tongue to flick out and trace random lines on the sensitive flesh making Ashlee squirm and curse even more. Ashlee's hands now were no longer capable of doing anything besides grasping at her own breasts and pinching the taut nipples that resided at their peaks in an almost painful manner, but she did not care. She couldn't. She was too busy realizing that she was once again on the verge of coming. Ashlee's Weakness Ch. 02 Macy's fingers deftly explored Ashlee's depths, curling inside of her as her mouth sucked and her tongue flicked at her clit until Ashlee found herself stiffening automatically and holding her breath as she felt her orgasm exploding inside of her. It hadn't even been five minutes since Macy had started to go down on her, but Ashlee didn't care. Even if she had whining would have been impossible at that particular moment in time. Even after her need for oxygen had forced her to breathe again words weren't exactly easy to come by especially since Macy was obvious completely unwilling to settle for just one, measly little orgasm. A stray "Fucking," or two followed by random drawn out consonant and vowel sounds was about all Ashlee managed to say as Macy probed and licked her through a series of mind blowing, gut wrenching and life draining orgasms until Ashlee nearly fell off of the bed before she barely managed to gain enough control of her fall to simply, but not very gracefully, slide off the bed into Macy's lap for a warm, wet kiss. Sadly, it proved to be an extremely well timed ending as Ashlee discovered when she kissed her lover's ear and accidentally caught a glimpse of the clock and realized that she had exactly thirty minutes to clean up, get dressed and head on off to practice. She cursed and then Macy joined her because she had to do even more now that she was covered in sweat and Ashlee's stickiness. Still, they managed to kiss each other once more before they both got up and Macy headed for the shower for a quick rewashing while Ashlee quickly put on her practice clothes before heading to their tiny kitchen to throw some more two day old pizza (at least she hoped it was only two days old. It had tasted kind of funny when she ate it for breakfast, but, hey, she didn't feel any worse for wear, so whatever) into the microwave before heading to the bathroom door to say good bye to her lover. "Hey," Macy said just as Ashlee was about to close the door. "What?" Ashlee responded with a terseness that she couldn't quite hold back. She was, after all, still extremely tired and already likely to be late. "You think you could maybe stop by my work for my 'lunch'?" Macy said, obviously ignoring Ashlee's impatient tone as she made quotation marks with her fingers and smiled knowing that Ashlee hated that. "Why?" Ashlee asked without thinking. "Umm, because I want you to? Besides, I have an hour and after lunch I'll be stocking so I was kinda hoping you could bring a joint or.," "Tsk, tsk, naughty, naughty," Ashlee said with a smile as she wagged a finger at Macy. "What would your boss say?" "Honestly? She'd probably say 'Pass that shit' but she isn't invited, but, yeah. will you? I'll be your bestest friend.," Macy said in her cutest, most annoying little girl voice. "Well, I.," Ashlee started, but stopped when for the first time since coming home her thoughts found their way to Carrie and suddenly her heart sank and she felt like dying. At least, it did for a moment before she simply shook her head, remembered Alex and their plans and said "Sure, totally. Just, uhh. when?" "Shit, I have no idea. It depends on how busy we are, but probably like nine at the latest. I could call you. I mean, they really don't care if I take a little longer than an hour, so as long as you aren't like halfway across town it'll be cool." "Oh, I'm probably not doing anything after practice besides studying with Alex," Ashlee replied, forcing a smile even as she silently questioned her own ability to make sure that statement was true. "Why? I figured you'd be going out with Carrie," Macy said as she quickly rinsed off. "I don't think I'll be hanging out with her again for awhile," Ashlee said as her smile faded slightly. She hoped Macy wouldn't notice. Luckily Macy was at the time busy fumbling with the knobs of the shower trying to turn it off without getting her hair wet while simultaneously reaching for a towel and stepping out of the shower. She wasn't doing too good of job of it, so Ashlee ignored the part of her brain that was telling her that she really needed to get to practice as she stepped all the way into the bathroom to hand her lover the towel and suddenly found herself staring into Macy's eyes and couldn't resist kissing her deeply once more. At first Macy was shocked, but she quickly got over it as she returned the embrace wrapping her wet arms around Ashlee's back. Still, she was quite confused, and unlike Ashlee, more than a little aware of their mutual need to get the hell out of their apartment so she quickly ended the kiss saying "I love you too, baby. Now get the hell out of here before they bench you for being late again." "Yeah," Ashlee said sheepishly as she awkwardly released Macy and backed out of the bathroom before pausing at the door to add "Just call me. I'll be waiting." "I will. Just go! I need to haul ass if I'm going to eat," Macy said with an amused grin as she quickly dried herself. Macy chuckled lightly to herself as she watched Ashlee turn and walk out of bathroom as she inwardly wondered where the hell that kiss had come from before quickly deciding she didn't care. "Love you," Ashlee said poking her head back around the corner one more time. It was decision she instantly regretted when she inadvertently nearly gave Macy a heart attack. "I love you, too. Now fucking go to practice!" Macy replied quickly and bit too aggressively before brushing off Ashlee's apology by adding "Just go! It's no big deal, you weirdo, but leave! You're going to get your ass chewed out if you don't." Ashlee finally left after that and another quick goodbye as she ran to the kitchen to grab her lunch before running out the door. She was, of course, fully aware of how right Macy was about what would happen if she was late for practice. Still, she just couldn't help herself. Sadly, that last little flurry of 'I love you's' and the drawn out farewell hadn't just been her love for Macy coming out in an awkwardly endearing fashion. No, there was a darker side to it that Ashlee didn't want to think about as she jumped into her car and drove a tad bit too quickly to practice while stuffing her face with pizza and more Red Bull and some water the whole way there while secretly wishing she had been smart enough to eat earlier while hoping to god that she didn't puke at practice. Luckily for her the next few hours of practice and the fact that all that running and making herself concentrate on her drills, not puking and listening to the coaches talk about strategy and what not was trying enough on her sleep deprived mind to keep those dark thoughts at bay. Still, the fact that what had really driven her to kiss her friend and lover so softly and passionately one last time hadn't been love so much as it had been a sudden pang of guilt and a fear of being questioned about why she wouldn't be hanging out with Carrie again didn't exactly make her feel like the greatest girlfriend ever. Of course, as far as Ashlee was concerned now that she was wearing down both mentally and physically after a long day and little sleep she really shouldn't have felt like that anyway because she wasn't. In fact, truth be told, as she sweated and panted her way through practice that hot late summer afternoon Ashlee was almost glad that her body hurt so much more than usual. A small part of her wished it could hurt even more now that she was sober and incapable of finding an excuse for her behavior. The rest of her however really just wanted to get back to not thinking about what she'd done the night before at all, so she didn't. At least, she tried very hard not to allow those feelings to resurface, but it really couldn't be helped. Even the weed she smoked with her friend and teammate Alex and Alex's boyfriend Jesse after practice didn't stop Ashlee's mind from wandering back to that night. Hell, it almost made it all worse as by 4:00pm Ashlee found herself unable to prevent her hand from reaching for her phone every few minutes just to make sure that Carrie hadn't called her even though Ashlee knew she wasn't going to. Not even Alex's oddly knowing gazes didn't keep Ashlee from obsessively flipping it open just to make sure even though she had the ringer on and turned up loud and it wasn't like the softly playing hippy music that Jesse insisted Ashlee just had to listen to (despite the fact that she was more a punk rock/indie/ hip hop kind of girl because Jesse was just that kind of guy and Ashlee really wasn't in the mood to argue with him) wasn't even close to being loud enough to drown it out. Still, Ashlee kept checking her phone until Jesse realized that it was time for his weekly World of Warcraft geek fest and Alex reluctantly left with him giving Ashlee an odd look as she platonically kissed her good bye and left Ashlee to stew in her guilt and weakness all on her own. It would be hours before Macy would call and, honestly, beyond Alex Ashlee didn't really have any friends she felt like hanging out with at the moment. Not that she didn't have friends. No, she had plenty, but almost all of them had actively warned her about Carrie and her intentions and a few of them had even been more than a little miffed at her for her flippant attitude. Desi had taken it especially hard because, but she had her reasons. Others had simply treated like she was some kind of dumb kid for even bothering to talk to Carrie. Sure, Ashlee understood now, but at the time it had just made her feel alienated and bitter and in the end it had really just helped push her even closer to Carrie. No, that was too easy. It wasn't their fault. Sure, it would be nice to think it was, but Ashlee just wasn't quite delusional enough to pull that bit of self deception off. No, the blame was hers and hers alone. Not even Carrie could really be blamed. Even though she'd made sure to get Ashlee good and drunk before she finally made her move Ashlee had been the one who did the drinking, the one who willfully ignored her better judgment and instead followed her lustful desires right into Carrie's bed. But whatever. Ashlee really didn't want to think about it anymore. Sadly, time was passing slowly and nothing Ashlee did help stop her from rehashing it all over and over again. Not more weed, not television or movies or even music helped clear her mind. She eventually decided that maybe keeping herself busy would work so she got up and did some dishes then vacuumed and did other assorted housework for an hour trying to stop her mind from going over it all again and again, but that only worked while she was doing it and even then she still caught herself ruminating and pouting more than once. It was maddening. Even the nice, fat blunt she smoked by herself after giving up on cleaning didn't help and she had a paper to write, but how could write it with her mind constantly returning to her mistake the night before? It was driving her slowly insane. Just about the only relief she found was in the form of a long, hard masturbation session followed by a long nap that managed to help clear her head just enough to allow her to get started on her paper before Macy called and she went out to see her and shared a nice, quiet forty five minutes with her just sharing a joint and tuna sub before making out in the safety and relative privacy of the far corner of the parking lot under a tree and away from the many bright lights that bathed the parking in an unearthly bluish glow. Sure, it might have been preferable to have made out before the tuna sub, but neither of them cared all that much. Macy even made an off color joke about the taste of her lover's spit that made Ashlee roll her eyes and groan in response before calling her an idiot and returning to the kiss. Sadly, it wasn't very long after that the alarm on Macy's phone went off telling her it was time to return to work, but not before Macy warned her lover to take a nice, long nap because Macy had every intention of continuing when she got home. Ashlee readily agreed even though she was soon more worried about what she would do with herself in the meantime. Luckily that night she managed to get buy by repeating her earlier formula of taking a couple of hits from her bowl, breaking out her laptop, finding a nice, raunchy video of hot girls having sex with each other and viciously attacking her poor, tired clit and pussy with her fingers (and eventually her hairbrush) until she achieved a couple of nice, selfish orgasms and then allowed herself to relax and fall asleep on the couch with every intention of getting back to work on her paper as soon as she woke again. That didn't happen as the fullness of her fatigue finally managed to overtake her. Instead of sleeping an hour or two like she planned she ended up sleeping until Macy arrived home late that night (or very early the next morning if one wanted to get technical). "Wake up, sleepyhead," Ashlee heard her lover's sweet, soft voice say as she slipped back into consciousness and felt Macy's hand softly brushing back her hair as her lips gently kissed her forehead much like she had done that morning. This time, though, Ashlee couldn't help but groan out her frustration at being awoken until Macy said "Hush, grumpy, or I'll let you sleep and borrow your laptop and finish watching this naughty little video you were watching." "What?" Ashlee found herself saying in a soft, gravelly voice as she rubbed her eyes and looked into her lover's beautiful smiling face. Her sleepy voiced question obviously amused Macy enough to make her laugh as she kissed Ashlee's forehead one more time. "I love how grumpy you are when you wake up," Macy said, still chuckling lightly before turning Ashlee's laptop on the coffee table and clicking on the mouse-pad causing Ashlee's computer to start moaning. Ashlee honestly and truly had no idea what was going for a full five seconds until she woke up enough to look at the computer screen and realized it was the last thing she'd been watching before she fell asleep. "Snoopy," Ashlee said as she tried to reach for her laptop to stop the video, but Macy was quicker and she was sitting up so she playfully slapped Ashlee's hand away and pushed the table away with her foot as Ashlee cursed her. "Shut up," Macy said and then laughed before adding "You know you like it." "I do not," Ashlee replied defiantly trying not to sound too amused by the teasing. She was, of course, very amused but she didn't want Macy to know that. It would have spoiled the fun. "Really? Well, your hairbrush seems to be disagreeing with you," Macy said as she held up Ashlee's hairbrush and sniffed the handle. "Hmm, for some reason that smells familiar." "Pervert," Ashlee said as she made another ill fated, half-hearted attempt to stop her lover before giving up when Macy simply held the brush over her head with one hand and Ashlee down with the other until she stopped struggling. "Who you calling a pervert, you hairbrush molesting porn watcher?" Macy said as she leaned down and kissed Ashlee on the lips before saying "Is that why you want to get a strap-on?" "What?" Ashlee asked confused again until Macy glanced at the computer again and Ashlee allowed her eyes to follow and realized both what Macy was getting at and just how tired she truly was as she said "Well, no, but. yeah." "Hmmm, I gotta admit: it does look intriguing. The only thing I don't get is what exactly the girl wearing it gets out of it. I mean besides the pleasure of making another girl come and nice view," Macy said as she continued to watch the scene unfold on the computer for a few seconds before returning her gaze to Ashlee as if expecting an answer from her. "Well, you know they make ones that like go inside both girls and stuff.," Ashlee said quietly suddenly feeling slightly uncomfortable about giving out too many details regarding the true nature of her sudden interest in strap-ons, but still intrigued by the idea that Macy seemed even vaguely interested in the concept. Luckily, Macy just smiled curiously for a second before glancing back at the computer and saying "You know, I gotta admit that I was more than a little blah about the whole idea when you brought it up earlier, but I'm kinda getting a bit intrigued. I mean, it might be fun to fuck your pretty little pussy with my nice hard dick every once in awhile." "Really?" Ashlee said as she smiled at both the thought and the feel of her lover's hand softly caressing her belly. "Really," Macy said as she leaned down and kissed Ashlee warmly on the lips and then added as she sat back up and reached over to close the laptop "Besides, sometimes a girls tongue gets tired and this afternoon I think I maybe even cramped a finger. It'd be nice to have something else around so I don't wear them out." "Pfft," Ashlee came back "Whatever. If you didn't spend so much time trying to tease me.," "Trying?" Macy said she shifted on the couch and turned her body until she was fully facing her lover before lying down next to her."You trying to hurt my feelings? I never try to tease you, baby. I just do it and you love it." "Mmm, most of the time," Ashlee responded as she scooted over to make room for Macy until they were both laying on their sides facing each other as they naturally fell into another kiss. "Most of the time?" Macy said her voice now considerably softer as she spoke between kisses. She was about to speak again when Ashlee's hands found their way past the bottom of her shirt and kept right on going until Ashlee's soft hands were cupping Macy's small breasts and skillfully pinching Macy's already fairly aroused nipples between her fingers. The aggressive move served to completely stall any attempts from Macy to continue her playful banter. Ashlee couldn't help but laugh at this before feeling herself being pulled into another kiss by Macy's deceptively strong embrace. "Yes, most of the time," Ashlee said when she finally managed to catch her breath and separate from her lover. She then quickly removed her hands from under Macy's shirt and rolled her lover onto her back before Macy could even think to protest. Ashlee then made it clear that she intended to remove the shirt by pulling it over her lover's head as Macy laughed, but did nothing to help Ashlee until Ashlee said "Stop giggling and let me make you naked!" "Ugh, fine!" Macy said as she lifted her arms and raised her back just enough to let Ashlee relieve her of her sheet, but she couldn't stop laughing as she said "What has got into you lately?" "Nothing," Ashlee said with a smirk as she laid herself down on Macy's thin, soft body then kissed her forehead gently before adding more sincerely "I've just missed you lately." "What are you talking about? We see each other every day," Macy said then returned the gesture by kissing Ashlee's nose. "Yeah, but we never get to be with each other anymore," Ashlee said. "Oh, you mean you've been horny? This afternoon wasn't enough for you?" Macy said, smiling playfully and kissing her lover more passionately this time and wrapping her arms around Ashlee to pull her tightly to her body. "No, not nearly," Ashlee said as she took a breath. "Well, you could always sleep with one of your soccer girls if you really wanted to," Macy said then attempted to kiss Ashlee again, but found Ashlee pulling away with an odd look on her face. "You shouldn't tease like that," Ashlee said trying hard to smile once she noticed Macy's odd expression in response to her own. Apparently she pulled it off and it worked well enough to distract Macy from the question that Ashlee briefly saw forming behind those beautiful eyes that were now returning Ashlee's smile. "Who said I was teasing?" Macy said and the smile became a smirk as Ashlee found herself momentarily confused as to what to do next. A part of her wanted to take Macy seriously just as an out for own actions, but another part of her refused to believe that Macy wasn't just kidding as she often did just because she found it funny. A smaller part of her mind briefly realized that it didn't matter either way, but soon the entire chorus was silenced by Macy's hand finding its way to the back of Ashlee's head to pull her into another kiss. Ashlee's Weakness "Oh, you don't have to do that. I... I don't mind," Ashlee said her, voice shaky with arousal as Macy's fingers began to slowly penetrate her pussy more deeply while her palm occasionally brushed against her hood. "You're sure?" Macy said as she stopped her teasing of Ashlee's neck and ears to look into her lover's half closed eyes revealing her soft, teasing smile to Ashlee's eyes as she said "I mean, I'd gladly stop if that's..." "Oh, shut the fuck up," Ashlee quickly before reaching up to pull her lovers smiling face to her own for another deep, passionate kiss. The charade was over. They both knew it, but neither of them really cared all that much. After all, this was the real point of it all. The rest was merely a game to make them both want it just that much more. Of course, that being said, it wasn't long before Macy's fingers started to lose a bit of their dexterity as Ashlee couldn't help but want to make Macy feel just as good as Macy was making her feel. It was hardly instant, though. No, for a long, beautiful series of moments both lovers were satisfied with nothing more than a sweet, shared kiss as Macy selflessly pleasured Ashlee with loving patience and ease. Macy wasn't even actively trying to make her come. Sure, she wouldn't have minded one little if Ashlee did, but she knew that making love to Ashlee wasn't really about orgasms. It was about loving, soft caresses and sweet, passionate kisses and so much more. There would be plenty of orgasms at some point, but there was no hurry and no need for parity. Still, when one of Ashlee's hands left its task of softly stroking Macy's cheek to slowly make its way down the front of Macy's monkey pajama bottoms until Ashlee's fingers began to mirror Macy's own ministrations she hardly protested. Instead she just sighed into Ashlee's mouth before using her other hand to pull Ashlee's mouth even tighter to her own. The mirroring was exquisitely delightful game, but it was hardly new. In fact, it was one of the first games they'd taught each other when their relationship started to become serious. It was a mutual thing, a loving thing in which neither of them led but for a moment. Sure, they both tried to keep the lead, to call the shots as it were, in order to give the other the maximum pleasure without forcing anything or trying too hard to quicken the pace, but inevitably the roles would shift and change as the temptation to make the other come overcame one of them and momentarily they'd both lose control until some semblance of order would be restored by a softly whispered "Not yet, baby. Please not yet," or something similar until the urge to push left whoever was trying too hard at the moment. At least that was how it worked at first, but when Macy felt Ashlee's fingers curling up inside her, searching for and finding that sweet, little spot inside that always made Macy scream that part of the game was all over. The mirroring ended even though Macy tried her best to keep it going. It just wasn't possible, however. Ashlee had learned too much in their relatively short time together for Macy to have any hope of holding off the rush she felt building inside of her at that moment. "Oh shit, baby. You're... Yeah, don't... Fuck!" Macy said when the rush became too much for her to hold the kiss and instead she found herself forced to bury her face in Ashlee's shoulder to cover the long quaking vocalization she knew was coming. Sure, it was hardly necessary for her to do so. After all, their neighbors weren't their parents and they honestly didn't care if they heard them or not, but years of making love with curious girlfriends at sleepovers when parents were often just down the hall had left their impression on Macy's mind and habits. Ashlee hardly minded though. Honestly, feeling her lover almost screaming into her shoulder as her arms instinctively wrapped themselves around Ashlee's body was hardly a bad thing. In fact, it felt great to have her quaking body pressed against her own. It made her feel so strong, so loved to know she was the source of Macy's pleasure. She didn't even mind when Macy's teeth found purchase in the fabric of her t-shirt and the soft flesh of her shoulder that lay beneath as she continued to shake and cream on Ashlee's fingers. About the only thing she did mind was when Macy relaxed and reached down to pull Ashlee's hand away. Of course, she didn't say anything and her mild sense of disappointment was reasonably assuaged by Macy guiding her sticky fingers to her lips where Macy kissed them then licked her own come from them before sharing another kiss with Ashlee. Obviously Ashlee got over it quite quickly as the kiss deepened and she found herself being guided onto her back as she felt Macy's hands begin to tug at her t-shirt. Any residual disappointment quickly dissipated as the t-shirt soon found itself flying across the room and was soon joined by Macy's even though Macy was at first reluctant to allow this saying "Stop it. It's my turn, you jerk." "It's not about turns, dummy," Ashlee teased back then added "Besides, what's fair is fair. You get to see my boobs, so I get to see yours." "Please, you see them everyday and besides," Macy teased back as she leaned down to place a kiss between Ashlee's soft mounds, "Yours are much prettier. Tastier too." With that Macy placed some kisses on Ashlee's chest, but this time it was much more direct as she took aim at first one nipple then the other before the kisses quickly gave way to soft licks and light nips temporarily quieting Ashlee down. Of course, the silence was doomed to be a temporary thing as that last line suddenly struck Ashlee as highly amusing and her laughter in turn caused Macy to look at her oddly as she asked "What's so funny? Can't you see I'm trying to seduce you?" "Tastier?" was all Ashlee could say. Macy frowned at her and said "Yeah, tastier. Like boobs. Yummy, awesome boobs." "You're so immature," Ashlee said still laughing. She knew Macy was just being silly, but that didn't make it all any less amusing. Still, she quickly calmed down when Macy placed a slightly harder nip on her nipple causing her to wince and say "Ouch. Jerk!" "Shut up and let me work, butthead." Macy said and cut off any chances of further laughter by instantly taking one of Ashlee's nipples between her lips to suckle it as Ashlee sighed and finally gave up on teasing her lover's playful nature. Instead she simply laid back, looked into Macy's eyes and let her hand find its way to Macy's long, soft hair to stroke it lovingly as seriousness returned to their lovemaking. The shift from playful to serious really wasn't that hard to achieve. Macy, after all, knew Ashlee's body almost as well as she knew her own. She knew when and where to lick, to bite, to kiss and she knew all those little sweet spots that felt good and all the little spots that made Ashlee sigh as she continued to explore those soft, lovely breasts she'd come to know so well. At least, she continued until she noticed Ashlee relaxing and realized it was time to move on. Honestly, her timing was perfect as was everything else. The way Macy kissed her way down her lover's ribcage and the way she kissed, nipped and licked the soft flesh of Ashlee's stomach never failed to send shivers up and down Ashlee's spine. As if that wasn't enough as her mouth approached Ashlee's navel Macy brought a hand to Ashlee's breast to squeeze and caress her there as well. If Ashlee hadn't already been wet well before Macy started her downward journey the way she was kissing her belly button would have done the trick all by itself. Of course, Macy knew this just as she knew better than to let the way Ashlee was silently urging her downward affect her. Instead she just used her teeth once more and placed a loving bite on Ashlee's deceptively soft tummy and chuckled a bit when Ashlee squirmed and let out a soft sigh in response before saying "You're such a naughty little bitch." "Thanks, baby," was all Macy chose to say in response as she kissed the spot she'd just bitten before continuing her downward trek. She didn't go directly to Ashlee's pussy however. Sure she took the time to slide those cute boxers down Ashlee's thighs and even bent her head towards that beautiful pussy she knew so well, but it was just a feint. All she did was place the lightest of kisses there before smiling at Ashlee's soft, expectant sigh before placing another kiss on Ashlee's inner thigh as she continued to head downward while ignoring Ashlee's complaints. "Shhh, baby. Let me tease you," Macy said between kisses on Ashlee's thigh as she sat up between Ashlee's legs and made her way to the back of her knee. "But I wanna come, Macy," Ashlee whined as her hand instinctively went to her cunt. Macy saw her, but she only smiled before responding by saying "I know, baby." Ashlee whined again, but this time more softly as Macy kissed that sweet spot on her leg with tenderness before reaching for Ashlee's other leg. She then kissed the back of her lover's other knee before kissing her way back down again with the same slowness as before. Ashlee just watched her through half closed eyes secretly wishing she'd just go down on her, but also enjoying the teasing. Honestly, she was deeply conflicted. A part of her even wished Macy would slap her hand away, but it was a dim thought that died when Macy kissed her way back to her inner thighs then placed a soft kiss on the hand Ashlee was using to play with herself. What she did next was even better however as she laid down on the couch and then took hold of Ashlee's hand and brought it to her mouth to lick her fingers clean before taking that hand in one of her own and leaning in to kiss Ashlee's pussy. Ashlee could only manage to sigh in response as the kiss was followed by another then another before Macy's tongue entered the fray to lick Ashlee's dewy slit. She then did it again as her other hand came around Ashlee's thigh and reached into spread Ashlee's pussy open. The next lick managed to elicit another sigh from Ashlee, but this time it was more shaky, quavering as her lover's tonguing began to get serious doing things Ashlee still didn't quite understand, but which were already making her buck her hips sporadically despite the fact that Macy had thus far completely ignored her clit. "You like that, baby?' Macy asked with a smile before cutting off Ashlee's attempt to answer with another series of teasing licks on Ashlee's pink and dewy flesh. She then laughed playfully at the soft, satisfied groan Ashlee let loose from her lungs before diving back in to delve a little deeper into Ashlee's opening. Ashlee groaned again with a little more power and then almost squealed when Macy's magic tongue found its way to her clit for a brief tease before adding "Is that a yes?" "Fuck yeah that's a yes," Ashlee managed to say in a soft, breathless voice as she squeezed her lover's hand and her hips bucked again as Macy flicked her hooded clit once more. She then squealed for real as Macy's tongue did it again before wrapping her lips around Ashlee's sensitive nub to suckle it before adding her tongue back to the mix as Macy stopped her teasing and started to get serious. Any ideas about taking it slowly and making it last that Ashlee had had earlier were forgotten as she held Macy's hand tightly in her own and found herself humping almost violently against her lover's mouth. She could tell without even thinking about it that Macy was going for the kill, but Ashlee didn't care. She was ready and at that moment she wanted nothing more than to come. Of course, at that point it was going to happen whether she wanted to or not, but that didn't matter. Nothing did. Nothing except the feel of Macy's mouth with that flexible dexterous tongue and the magic it was working on her pussy. "Oh, shi... Oh shi... Oh fuckin'..." was all Ashlee managed to say as she felt the rush building in her rapidly and the explosion threatening to over take her even though it had only been mere moments since Macy began to lick, suckle and kiss her pussy in earnest. When in a second of clarity she felt her lover's hand migrate around her leg and realized that one of Macy's fingers was making its way inside of her Ashlee knew she wasn't going to be able to take it. And sure enough almost as soon as that single digit slipped in up to the second knuckle the bomb went off and all was lost. With a quake that seemed to flow from her pussy to the center of her being and a deep, soulful groan followed by a series of almost panicky, panting breaths Ashlee's body froze. Her back then arched for the briefest of moments before she crashed into a world of pure ecstasy. Her grip on Macy's hand was almost painful for both of them, but Macy refused to relinquish her hold on it and instead just ignored the pain as she kept licking and fingering Ashlee as best she could all through her orgasm even adding another thin finger as she felt her lover begin to come down. That extra finger proved to be all the difference as Ashlee found herself coming again what seemed like mere seconds later. She really had no idea. All she knew was that it was hardly any time at all before she felt Macy's fingers curl inside her and then it was over once again as Macy laughed proudly into her clit. Ashlee might have been angered a little by that laugh if the vibrations it sent to her clit hadn't helped make it all just that much better as she felt herself convulsing with joy thanks to her lover's ministrations until the ecstasy had passed. Ashlee didn't even know that she had squirted until she saw Macy leaning in to kiss her moments later apparently satisfied with giving Ashlee two earth shattering orgasms in a row. Not that Ashlee was disappointed as she licked her cream off of Macy's chin. Still she knew she could have kept coming, but the night was still young and when, after sharing a taste of herself with Macy from Macy's fingers, Macy said simply "C'mon, let's go to bed," Ashlee knew that they wouldn't be going to sleep quite yet. This knowledge hardly made her a prophet. The look in Macy's eyes told her everything she needed to know about her lover's intentions as they both got up and almost ran to the bedroom not even bothering to close the door as they jumped on the bed laughing joyously until they made eye contact and just seemed to merge together once more in a passionate embrace kissing lips, ears, necks, shoulders and even noses and eyelids as they shed whatever clothes they had left rolling on the bed that seemed almost huge after making love on their cramped, dingy couch. It was hardly sad that the kiss seemed to kill the laughter. Now that they were finally fully naked and pressed so tightly together laughter just wasn't an option. The feel of their breasts mashing together, their nipples scraping against each other with delirious friction as their legs entwined and hands gripping and caressing every inch of naked flesh they could touch just seemed to sap the playfulness from them both and replacing it with a lust so intense that it was hardly any wonder that Ashlee quickly found herself no longer rolling on the bed but instead instinctively rolling Macy onto her back and softly grinding her hips against Macy to do what she had denied herself earlier. The grinding was hardly graceful. At first Ashlee switched from rubbing herself against Macy's thigh then tried to bump and rub her clit against Macy's before going back to the thigh only to find herself being silently guided back to her lover's pussy. Ashlee almost protested but when Macy kissed as she spread her legs and tilted her hips just enough to allow Ashlee's clit to find purchase Ashlee finally felt that urge die out completely. Instead Ashlee just groaned into her lover's mouth and instantly went back to fucking her. She was rewarded for her efforts by feeling those deceptively strong legs wrapping themselves around the back of her own as Macy's hands went to Ashlee's face to hold her in the kiss. It was completely unnecessary gesture, but Ashlee didn't care at all. It never ceased to amaze Ashlee how good it felt to make love like they were making love at that moment. Sure, it was awkward and occasionally frustrating (usually when they were drunk), but there was just something about the closeness of it all that made up for that. Add in the sweat, the friction and so much more that Ashlee couldn't quite classify and it was easy to understand that while grinding was hardly the best way to make love it was still just too damned hot to pass up. It also helped that the feeling was mutual. Macy obviously loved it just as much as Ashlee even when Ashlee occasionally got a bit too excited and allowed her own selfish needs to take over at the expense of her lover Macy never complained. Instead she kept right on kissing Ashlee with hard passion while pulling her even tighter to her with her arms and legs until Ashlee's need to come yet again forced the kiss to break. Then Macy had simply switched to kissing, biting and licking whatever skin Ashlee bared to her while whispering her encouragement, egging Ashlee on by telling her how beautiful she was, how sexy it felt to have her body pressed so tightly against her own until Ashlee came for the third time that night and then collapsed into another kiss until she recovered and found herself rolled onto her back their lips and bodies once again seemingly locked together until Ashlee broke the kiss and looked deeply into Macy's eyes as she said softly "I want to taste you." "I want to taste you too, baby," Macy replied in an equally quiet voice as she stroked Ashlee's cheek with her fingers before quickly kissing her again then adding "Wanna do it together?" "That's a silly question," was all Ashlee could think of to say in reply. "Is it?" Macy said and then kissed Ashlee's eyelid for no reason in particular. "It is," Ashlee said and then returned the favor before kissing Macy's soft, lovely lips once more. "So... that's a yes then?" Macy added after that kiss broke. "Stop asking and just do it already," Ashlee answered getting just a little frustrated at the banter, but not too much. Not that Macy minded really. No, she just smiled and did as she was told by turning around on the bed with the ease of one who had done so many, many times only to find herself squealing just a little bit in both surprise and pleasure as Ashlee craned her neck upward to almost attack her pussy before Macy had even settled herself into position. She then squealed again as Ashlee's aggression took a new turn as she rolled on to her side and taking Macy with her without even ceasing her attentions on Macy's lovely, wet pussy. Macy would've teased her lover then one more time, but just as she about to she felt Ashlee's fingers enter her and decided that then was not the time. Instead she adjusted herself to the new position and buried her face into the space between Ashlee's legs to once again get a taste of Ashlee's honey. At least she tried, but Ashlee's skillful and aggressive efforts were already working their magic and for a moment Macy just found it easier to rest her head on Ashlee's thigh and just breath in the scent of her pussy. And that was pretty much all she did for a solid minute of lazy pleasure before she was awakened from her reverie by a playful smack on her bottom and again correctly read Ashlee's sign as a call to get busy. Still, this was easier said then done. Ashlee after all was hardly inexperienced with finding all of Macy's little buttons and was quite capable of pushing them in just the right manner to drive Macy wild in no time at all. Still, Macy tried to keep her attention on making her lover come yet again despite the fact that Ashlee's tongue was doing a fair if not exact impression of the magical oral gymnastics that Macy had employed earlier and her fingers were once again searching for her g-spot. They discovered it just as Macy buried her face in Ashlee's crevice and found herself jerking and groaning loudly in response. Ashlee's Weakness Macy was an experienced girl who knew how to hold back when necessary even if Ashlee was making it hard for her to do so at that moment. Luckily she knew at least one thing that would make it easier: making sure Ashlee was as distracted as she was. This, again, was easier said than done, but as Ashlee quickly found out Macy was more than up to the task as the next ten or fifteen or twenty minutes of frustrating and beautiful attempts to drive each other over the edge as many times as possible until they neither of them could take it anymore was simply mind-boggling. By the time Macy had pushed Ashlee away from her saying "Oh my god, stop. That feels so good it hurts," Ashlee could hardly say she was disappointed. Instead her mind was more focused on being so amazed that she was still conscious that she was almost glad to just lay there on their now thoroughly sweat soaked bed and do nothing more than cuddle with Macy until Macy said she was thirsty and five minutes later Ashlee managed to find the strength to get up and get them both some water as Macy joked in a soft, dry voice "Remind your dad when our lease runs out that next time we need an apartment with air conditioning or at least one with proper windows so we can put one in ourselves or we're going to die come summer time from dehydration or lack of sex." "I think I'd prefer dehydration personally," Ashlee said sitting down on the bed next to Macy as they shared the lukewarm glass of water she'd retrieved from the faucet in the kitchen. "Right?" was Macy's laughing response as she cuddled up next to Ashlee and put her head on her lover's shoulder until the glass was passed back to her. Then it was Ashlee's turn to rest her head on Macy's shoulder until the glass was handed back to her empty. She placed it on the bookshelf next to their bed that also served as something of a bedside table. In the second it took for her to do that Macy curled up on the bed and closed her eyes letting Ashlee know she was ready for sleep. Ashlee couldn't protest even though she wanted to. One quick glance at the clock they had luckily remembered to plug in and set let her know that it was almost half past one and thus past their self appointed bedtime. Still, it was with a fair share of reluctance that Ashlee cuddled up next to Macy's soft warm body and wrapped her arms around her before placing a soft kiss on the back of Macy's head and said "Goodnight." "Night, baby," came Macy's sleepy response and then they both went silent as sleep quickly overtook them. If either of them was worried that Ashlee's mother would end up being right about how living together was going to be tougher than they both had imagined it definitely didn't affect their sleeping in anyway as both them slept straight through the night. Ashlee didn't even wakeup when the alarm went off to let Macy know it was time to get up. She also wasn't awakened by her lover taking a shower or getting dressed or cursing herself for dropping a cereal bowl on the floor. In fact, if Macy hadn't awakened her with a kiss before walking to work Ashlee probably wouldn't have got out of bed for hours. "Wake up, sleepy head," Macy had said sweetly as Ashlee grunted softly. "What time is it?" Ashlee managed to say after one more kiss that helped quell her usual hatred of being awakened. "Time for me to go to work and for you to get up," Macy said simply as she stroked her lover's hair in an absent minded, but loving fashion. "Do you need a ride?" Ashlee said, the sleep still weighing heavily on her mind. "Nope. I'm gonna walk. It's not that far. I walked there when my dad brought me up here for orientation. Really, it's like two blocks away. It's almost on campus, really." "Well then why did you wake me?" Ashlee said grumpily, rubbing her eyes. "Because you have practice in like an hour, grumpy and you didn't even budge when the alarm went off for me, so..." "Really?" "Yeah, really." "Alright," Ashlee said finally as if deciding she wasn't going to be a bitch about being awakened. Actually, this wasn't far from the truth. While she wasn't anti-morning she really did hate being awakened before she was ready. Of course, it wasn't so bad when it was Macy, but she still didn't like it all that much. Luckily Macy knew this about her and she was more than willing to let it slide just as she merely smiled when Ashlee sat up and kissed her before asking once more "Do you need a ride?" "No, silly. I'm good. You just go eat something and get yourself some water. It's gonna be hot today, alright?" "Yes mom," Ashlee said teasingly at the last comment. "Shut up," Macy said with a smile before they kissed each other once more, "Love you, baby." "Love you too, baby," Ashlee replied without pause. "See you in about six, seven hours," Macy said and then she kissed Ashlee one last time before hopping up and running to the door after noticing that time was getting short. Still she managed to remember to yell "Love you!" on more time then slamming the door behind her before Ashlee could even try to respond. Ashlee didn't really mind. She just got up and made herself a small breakfast, took a quick shower, got dressed and headed off into her day. It was a very uneventful day. Practice was nothing special and wasn't even really a practice for her. Basically she and the other freshman just ran drills while the upper classman did slightly more serious work. Ashlee was a bit surprised, but not too much. It was just that for some reason she'd expected a little more. She didn't really mind though. After a summer of relative inactivity when it came to sports an afternoon of basic drills were probably just what she needed. Another thing that surprised her was the sheer abundance of freshman on the team. Of course that really shouldn't have been a surprise at all. She'd been told what seemed like ages ago that the school's soccer program was in a rebuilding year thanks to a combination of a new coaching staff, a relatively poor record over the last few years and the fact that the last years starting squad had been almost entirely made up of seniors who were now long gone. Honestly, that was half the reason she'd even received a scholarship. Of course, she was also a pretty good midfielder, but she was humble enough to admit that if the team hadn't been in bad shape she likely would've been going to school at the state college not far from her parent's home. Of course, Ashlee was far too busy just trying to keep her head into what she was doing to worry about of that nonsense too much. Apparently she did a pretty good job of it too, because the coach, a woman who honestly didn't look she'd been out of school too long herself, actually singled her out in a very positive fashion more than once even though Ashlee couldn't see why. Not that Ashlee minded. Praise was praise and if her dribbling skills could get her some actual playing time instead of having to ride the bench waiting for an injury or for a chance to give someone a break for a couple minutes that was great. Playing was better than watching and waiting any day. Sadly, by the end of practice she quickly realized that her fate as a benchwarmer was pretty much sealed as midfielder was just about the only position filled by veteran players with any real talent besides goalie and striker. Still, there was always next year. She could wait. Well, at least as long she got some playing time she could. Either way she was a team player and she wanted the coaches to know she was ready if the team needed her whenever that might be. Regardless of all that practice turned out to be a pretty good experience if only because it was nice to finally start meeting some new people. Even if she was a relatively shy person who didn't really try to make new friends too often it was still nice to talk with new people and get a feel for the girls she'd be playing with and just talk for talking's sake. Sure, she didn't really make any friends, but a couple of the girls seemed cool if a bit aloof. It didn't matter though. She wasn't looking to hang out with anyone that night, so she could wait them out. As far as she was concerned her night was already planned out as more of the same from the previous night minus the majority of unpacking. She was right, of course. That evening turned out to be just as wonderful as the previous one as did the night after that and, somehow, every night that week as Ashlee and Macy took full advantage of their new found freedom by making love on every bit of furniture they had in every room of their apartment whenever they happened to be together for more than five minutes at a time. Until classes started this condition was met often enough that by the end of the week they were both starting to notice that the neighbors seemed to be giving them funny looks whenever they met them in the hall or the parking lot. After that they made a small effort to keep the volume down and moved the bed away from the wall that was shared with the apartment next door, but they didn't even think of putting a check on their lust for each other. At least they didn't until classes started and the need for sleep helped them regulate their urges enough to keep them from losing their jobs, Ashlee's place on the team and preventing them both from flunking out their first week. It was hardly easy at first, but after Macy's boss yelled at her for being late for work the third day in a row and, coincidentally on the very same day, Ashlee's coach chewed her out for, as the coach had so gently put it, "Playing like a retarded monkey," they both managed to get themselves under control and settled for a more sated, but still satisfyingly active sex life that no longer resulted in them staying up until one, two, three or four in the morning when they both had to be up at the crack of dawn to work, go to class or practice or even to just chill out with some friends after all that was said and done without passing out from exhaustion once they both started to make some. And make friends they did and quite fast really. This actually took Ashlee a bit off guard. Not because she didn't want to make friends or anything, but, honestly, she'd never really had a whole bunch of them. There were only two people in her life post middle school that she'd ever really been comfortable calling the F word and she'd ended up being more than friends than both of them. Beyond that everyone else she'd hung out with in high school had really been more friends of friends than anything else. Not because she didn't like them or anything, but more because it was just that to her friends weren't just people you hung out with every once in awhile just for the heck of it. No, friends were people you could trust with your deepest, darkest secrets, people who got you and understood you without judging and in her life only two people had ever really fit that definition. Now that she was in school however things had apparently changed. Why she had no idea, but as she became acclimated to her new environment she somehow seemed to be collecting a fairly large, by her standards at least, group of friends. Macy, for her part, was doing much the same until they both suddenly found themselves with relatively full social lives for the first time in either of their lives. For Macy her friends mostly came from her classes and her job and, oddly, enough, a lot of them were guys. Well, that wasn't too odd because she'd always had a few guy friends, but now she seemed to be collecting them at record pace. Not that that was saying much because she'd never been all that social, but still Ashlee quickly learned to not be shocked by the sight of her girlfriend hanging out with some random dudes smoking a joint and watching TV when she came home from soccer practice or work. Not all of them lasted that long after they figured out that Macy and Ashlee were more than just roommates. Even some of the braver souls who weren't put off by that eventually vanished when they realized that when Ashlee and Macy said that they were gay they weren't bluffing and therefore any hope of a threesome happening was pretty much quashed. Eventually Macy was left with a small harem of gay male friends and a handful of straight guys who didn't give a shit and just thought she was cool enough to spend time with despite the fact that there was no chance of getting into her panties. For Ashlee, however, her friends came mainly in the form of girls from the soccer team because, honestly, during the season those were the people she was around the most. She also had a lot in common with them and not just because they all played soccer. In fact, it went a hell of a lot deeper than that in a way that would eventually lead her into trouble. Why? Well, honestly, it was because a lot of them were into girls. Well, maybe that's over stating it a bit. There were after all plenty of girls on the team who were straight and even some of the ones who were bisexual weren't exactly all that interested in girls beyond the occasional fling (or so Ashlee gathered both from observing them and the rumor mill once she started getting to know everyone). Still, in the case of their schools team the old stereotype of the lesbian athlete proved to be at least partially true and Ashlee seemed to have a knack for picking them out of the crowd. Well, actually it would be more accurate to say that she made it easy for them to pick her out of the crowd because she just wasn't that good at staying in the closest. Of course, to be honest, it wasn't like she was really trying. Sure, she wasn't exactly keen on her parents finding out for various reasons, but her parents were far, far away and completely out of the loop. As for everyone else, she didn't really care. She had no intention of going out of her way to tell everyone, but if they figured it out or asked her directly Ashlee wasn't going to deny the fact that she was gay. Still, it was a bit of a shock when the first of her teammates bluntly asked her one day while they were stretching "Is that chick who picked you up the other day like your girlfriend or something?" Ashlee still answered in the affirmative and was happy to receive a "You lucky bitch," in return even though another girl who had over heard them looked a good deal less impressed by that particular bit of information. She was in the minority, however, and by the end of the day she and Macy had been invited to hang out with a few of the more friendly girls on the team and Ashlee had accepted gladly even though Macy was busy trying to write her first paper on some evil sounding science nonsense. All in all, they were pretty cool and eventually even Macy found that she got along with them and that for the most part the feeling was mutual. Still, they were definitely more Ashlee's friends than Macy's if only because Macy, though she had actually been on the high school team with Ashlee, had never been that interested in soccer while Ashlee's "Jock" friends, as Macy called them with a mix of affection and bewilderment regarding all things sports related, obviously were. Ashlee simply loved it. That was the real reason Ashlee clicked with them so much. Sure, the weed was nice and they were fun to just hang out with after practice when she had no classes or didn't have to work, but it was also nice to have someone to talk to about her "jock stuff" for once. If either of them were worried about Ashlee's mother's warning they didn't let it show. In fact, just about the only time they ever mentioned was as a joke when they realized just how they were to be together. Sure they did have a few small fights over stupid things like what the toilet paper should roll and whose turn it was to do dishes, but they always got through it with relative ease. No, as far as they both were concerned after only a few weeks of living together as friends and lovers nothing could have possibly been better and Ashlee's mother couldn't have been more wrong. Sadly, they were mistaken. At least they were in a way. Ashlee's mother would indeed be wrong in a way, but only because the complications that began to arise in Ashlee and Macy's relationship were of a sort she never would have allowed herself to imagine. She wasn't the only one as even Ashlee didn't notice what she was heading for until it was too late. Even when she did allow herself a glimpse of what was really going on in her own mind she managed to deny it to herself just long enough to allow the situation to fall out of her control. Her only excuse was the fact that she had honestly hoped she was as strong as Macy thought she was, but, sadly, she'd fallen far short of her lover's expectations and no silly rationalize would be able to save her from that hard truth. Still, in Ashlee's defense, it had started out so innocently. It was all just a direct result of Ashlee's tendency to narrow her friendships to those she felt most drawn to rearing it's ugly head again. Not that she stopped hanging out with her teammates or anything, but when Carrie entered the picture, thanks to a chance encounter at one of her other friends apartment, Ashlee couldn't help but find herself being drawn to her like a moth to a flame. There was just something about her that made Ashlee want to know her, to be with her and to stay in her presence as much as possible. Of course, this wasn't really that amazing to anyone who knew Carrie. She was quite simply an absolutely alluring personality. She was smart, she was funny and absolutely and totally ravishing and Ashlee had a crush on her the moment she first laid eyes on her and she knew it and that scared the crap out of her. Still, how could she not? Carrie really was absolutely beautiful. From her long black hair, her large, beautiful dark eyes to her wonderfully light brown skin and that perfect body that just seemed to be built for running (which was what she did. She was the star of schools track team in long distance running). Her perfect oval of a face with a lovely, perfectly small, but not too small nose above those lips that were full without being too full. Even her tattoos were perfect from the little broken heart just over her left breast, the rainbow of stars on her tummy to the star on her lower back and the tiny blue one on her wrist. Sure, none of them were really all that unique, but on her they were just perfect as were her many piercings on her ears, eyebrow, lip and bellybutton. All of it just made the natural beauty she was already blessed with just seem that much more intriguing. In short, physically she was nothing short of a goddess as far as Ashlee was concerned. She was hardly alone in this opinion. Even Macy had commented on how beautiful she was when she'd met her on one of the rare nights they were both able to go out together without either having to worry about waking up early the next day. Ashlee had actually gotten a little pissed at that even though she knew she was being hypocrite. Still, that knowledge hadn't stopped her from being a bit of bitch and starting a fight over it. Luckily she was drunk at the time, so she was able to make use of that classic excuse the next day when she apologized still feeling like a hypocritical bitch even though Macy just laughed it all off as no big deal. Ashlee did nothing to cure her lover of this delusion even though a part of her felt terrible about the whole thing. Still, she pretended that nothing was wrong and instead let Macy make love to her sweetly until the guilt and other dark feelings she didn't quite understand faded away into bliss. Sadly, it hadn't lasted and by the end of the first month of their first semester in college Ashlee was already beginning to feel herself beginning to unravel as she continued to catch herself thinking about Carrie in a less than pure manner. The guilt, however, did nothing to stop Ashlee from harboring something of schoolgirl crush on the older, beautiful girl. Ashlee even started finding excuses to hang out with Carrie alone even though she didn't need to. Macy really didn't care because she trusted Ashlee fully and truly. Still Ashlee often felt compelled to leave Carrie's name out of it when telling Macy of her plans.