4 comments/ 16827 views/ 12 favorites Let Our Paths Cross Pt. 01 By: lickmybananabread -1. Ashley P. Parks, a petite girl with hardly any length to her legs, stirred gently from her light sleep. She had come to the conclusion, before even looking at the lime-green dial of her electric alarm clock, that it was morning and she had better get up for a days work. Work, she laughed in self loathing; as if anyone in their right mind is going to purchase any of my shit. She, of course, was referring to a pair of almost identical portraits she had recently immersed herself in. Both of the canvases depicted a woman whom seemed in pain; the canvas to the right had been sketched using charcoals while the other, to the left, had been abstractly pieced together using an unusual array of surreal hued inks. Ashley, however, hated both of the pictures and saw them as being boring and unoriginal; much alike the opinions she possessed against all of her works. Ashley had, for some reason, the look one would expect of an artist and possessed a sense individuality and natural beauty about her. It was in the way that her hair fell naturally as soon as she got out of bed, it was in the way she walked because her old shoes rubbed against the backs of her feet, and it was in the way she spoke with a fake American accent, when in actual fact she had been born in Nottinghamshire in England. It was in the small things, the things people often dismissed as being average, which made Ashley P. Parks the beautiful woman she was. The artist had long brown hair, so long, in fact, when straightened the tips of her hair could reach to the top of her perky ass. She, however, seldom did anything specific to her hair other than tie it up in a loose ponytail so that it hung cutely across one of her shoulders and slightly concealed the adjacent breast. More often than not, Ashley's hair would simply hang beside her tiny shoulders in lax curls, in the way mother-nature intended for her to look. Ashley thrust herself forwards and out of her bed; she had worn a white linen nightgown to bed. She had only bought it because the fabric had seemed particularly stiff and thick; and Ashley had seldom received any encounters of the sexual kind of late --well, apart from with her self, of course. When Ashley had originally moved back home to Nottingham, from New York in America, she had begun masturbating almost every night. Eventually, like sex with the men she had previously been with, it had begun to bore her. That's why she had a date later that evening with a man she had never met, a kind of blind date you could say. Her university friend, Claire, had set them up, however, so she was not going into it completely blind. She had planned to visit her local shopping centre, just a short drive away from where her apartment building resided, and browse for a nice outfit for the date that night. This, of course, was instead of painting like she needed to. Money was tight, especially when she depended upon an unstable market to provide her with security. Fashions in art were as unpredictable as any; and at the moment the style in which Ashley painted did not seem particularly popular. -I'll stop off at a coffee shop first, the artist thought to herself while opening her large wardrobe doors. On the inside of the door was a mirror which reflected a small, earthy-green eyed, deliciously pink and plump lipped woman whose nose seemed long and pointed, although was not really that long nor pointed. Ashley shrugged the image of her self away and grabbed a long and black woollen cardigan from the front of her vast clothes collection, smiled, and then wrapped it around her cold and pale body. -2. "Oh my god, it's you!" A croaky voiced woman shouted from across the row of tables in the coffee shop. Ashley had looked up curious to what was happening, not expecting to find herself the one in question. Noticing how the woman, with her thick black nail varnish, had been pointing towards the artist, she raised an eyebrow in confused embarrassment. The woman, whom was seemingly a stranger to Ashley, now made her way slowly towards the table she was sat at. She was an Asian woman with beautiful olive skin and dark brown eyes. As she neared closer Ashley could smell the fragrance of her sweet perfume, and she became intoxicated by a strange curiosity towards her. "You got me fired from my job." The woman croaked once more, this time, however, she had spoken at a normal pitch instead of screeching across the room like some kind of Reptile. "I'm sorry, what?" Ashley had replied. She had originally been sat at her table quietly gazing into her warm mug of coffee, watching a thick muscular Stallion march gallantly away in the small amounts of froth which had appeared. "You don't even remember," The woman had said, sitting herself down in the spare chair unannounced, "at the Corner-house restaurant." Now Ashley remembered, she had been a low ranked chef who had under cooked her chicken breast to the point where if she had eaten it she could have got salmonella poisoning. "Oh yes, I remember now," Ashley said, "you nearly killed me." The woman, tall and slender, smiled; she did not seem bitter about the fact that her career had been temporarily destroyed. "Yeah, I'm glad I did though. That job was terrible and the guys there treated me like shit." The woman said, after this she had begun to prattle on about how bad the working conditions were; but all Ashley could concentrate on was the slow and glorious motions her lips made as she spoke. The room had appeared to fall silent as she stared, watching the woman's tongue coasting back and forth within her mouth, gathering small deposits of moisture in the corners of her plump lips as she continued to talk. --"my name's Billie by the way." Ashley widened her eyes and slid her back fully upright once more, returning to a conscious state. "I'm Ashley." She said, introducing herself, but as soon as she had spoken her voice had appeared to break momentarily. There was something in Billie's cheeky smile that told Ashley she knew what she was thinking; and liked it. "You should let me take you out for a meal, to apologise for nearly poisoning you and all." Billie suggested. She had now begun to slowly move her legs closer to the artist's underneath the round coffee shop's table. "Okay." Ashley replied in haste, the answer had seemed to fly out of her mouth without even allowing her to think it through fully. Her heart had begun to pound furiously somewhere amongst her ribcage now, and the mixture of intoxicating odours from the coffee and Billie's perfume were not helping the situation. "Do you like sushi?" Billie asked while intensifying the advances underneath the table, it had seemed like a question used in order to divert attention away from the fact that she had moved her leg right up against to Ashley's hips. "I've never eaten it before." Ashley replied. "Well, I guess there's a first time for everything." As Billie had spoken she had bit her bottom lip with one of her front teeth. Ashley stared as she loosened the clasp upon it and let her lip fall gently back into its original shape. The whole room had fallen silent once again and all Ashley could hear was the deep and heavy panting of a woman in her ear. She could no longer taste the bitter coffee in her mouth but instead the sweet and sticky taste of Billie and the elation she felt in the back of her throat. "If you write down your address I'll come pick you up at eight, tomorrow?" Billie asked, this time in a more serious tone, while rummaging around in her medium sized black-leather handbag. After around thirty seconds of scouring through the bottomless thing, she finally pulled out a black ball-pointed pen and a piece of thick cardboard, the type one would expect a business man to hand you. "Sure," Ashley said while gently brushing hands with Billie to grab hold of the pen and piece of cardboard. Billie watched over as the artist quickly scrawled down the address in a rough, almost artistic, style of handwriting. "Thank you." Billie made sure, once more, to caress Ashley's hand as she took the pen and cardboard back. Ashley watched in wonder as their hands looked almost perfect next to one and another's. -No, Ashley thought, pulling away from the tender moment and recomposing her self. --It's obviously just because I'm flattered by the attention from her, that I'm feeling like this. This is all it is. Right? Ashley began mulling over the answers for a couple of seconds while the pair sat in silence. "I better be heading off," Ashley said before taking a large and final gulp of her, now cold, cup of coffee "it was nice to meet you, Billie." Billie remained in the coffee shop for a little longer, pondering over how to approach the whole situation. Billie had known about Ashley long before they had met at the restaurant a few months back, she had, in fact, recognised her name from their early nursery school days. She could remember, almost as if it was yesterday, being in the sandpit at school with a young and loud Ashley and playing with two figurines. The one Billie held had been male, while the one Ashley played with was female. They would play at this sandpit throughout the entirety of their 'playtime' and often made up tales of love between the two figurines, but slowly the young Billie had fallen for the real Ashley and the stories they played along to soon became real to her heart. So, one day she told her, she had looked deep into the girls eyes and said with great intent 'I love you Ashley', but another child --who it was Billie could not remember that far back, had overheard and started shouting their head off about Billie being a lesbian. How they had even known what the word meant, as she did not even understand it fully for herself, she had no idea. However, Ashley had simply looked longingly back towards Billie, and smiled, rescuing the whole situation by telling everyone they were just playing stories. 'I love you too.' Ashley had replied while they had been putting their figurines back into the toy box; as the bell for end of playtime had rung. Shortly after the whole event Ashley's parents had decided to move to New York, leaving Billie with the niggling thought at the back of her mind which always asked 'what might have happened?' She had thought it too much of a coincidence to just let pass, thus marking the beginning of what she believed to be her destiny. -3. "What is it like, you know, being a free-lance artist?" A muscular, butch man was sat opposite the small dining table from Ashley. He wore a thin, probably two sizes too small for him, black t-shirt and a pair of baggy blue jeans with rips at the knees. This was obviously a man whom had no fashion sense, Ashley thought to herself while smiling falsely and distracting her self with the meal, nor any individuality. "It's really good, I'm so..." Ashley trailed off, realising the butch man had not been interested in her response but more so with his own. He interrupted her briskly, "So basically while I'm breaking my balls at work, you're at home doing absolutely nothing?" His name was Brian -boring Brian. "Yes..." Ashley replied; almost sarcastically, "You have to admit, you've got it easy. While the rest of us are working our butts off, you're getting paid seriously large amounts of money just for painting. Hell, I could paint if I really wanted to." Ashley grimaced and, while picking up a paper napkin and dabbing it under her mouth, she rose from her chair. "I need to go to the bathroom." She said, gliding across the red carpeted floors and towards the gilded hallway where she had spotted the toilets. The whole restaurant had an air of tackiness about it, a place only those obsessed with self image and social status would go; not the place for Ashley. It was simply what it was at face value, and very little more. Ashley unlocked the bathroom door and slowly walked towards the large wall made up entirely of mirrors. The woman staring back at her did not belong in a place like this, the way she wore a troubled expression upon her face and dragged her feet in a un-lady like manner; Ashley belonged in a place full buzz and activity. A place where people did not always consider being an artist to be a job just anyone could obtain, like it was for the ordinary. Ashley considered Brian to be ordinary and that his job, as a plumber, to be ordinary. How dare he, she thought to herself while running the cold tap at the sinks and plunging her hands underneath the stream of cool water. Then, it suddenly struck her; a pang of desire froze her guts. She was going to run away and not even say goodbye. Like some kind of profligate stray cat, eluding their crimes, she pushed the bathroom door open slightly and then hurried quickly along to the exit. Shit, she thought just as she had got to the exit doors, there was a man checking that couples were not leaving without paying their bills. Coyly, she managed to dodge past him from behind and make it to the concrete path outside. "Excuse me Ma'am, you have not paid." The bill-checker shouted, heading towards her with a large clip board in his hand. "There's the thing, I came in with a guy but I'm ditching him." Said Ashley, she had begun to clench her teeth tightly together from the tension of the moment. She reached into her pocket slowly and found a spare five pound note. "Oh, names please?" He asked, raising the clip board up to his face's level ready to check the list secretly. "Ashley Parks and Brian... Erm." He nodded, however, acknowledging the five pound note as a bribe and noticing their names upon the clip board's list. Realising this was her indication to run away, she turned her back to the large mahogany doors and headed towards the nearest bus shelter. -3. It had only just struck eight-pm when Billie Cheng arrived at Ashley's apartment door video-phone. She had arrived holding a large bunch of articulately arranged pink lilies and red roses. Nervously, she hesitatingly began to stare towards the button that would buzz her into Ashley's apartment. Number 13 the piece of cardboard had read, yet, she couldn't help but feel anxious. She thought about what Ashley might be doing up in her apartment for a few moments before finally standing up straight and creasing down her tight leather jacket. It sprung open just at her ample bosom, making them appear bigger than they actually were. She quickly glanced down at her stiletto heels to check that nothing embarrassing, like a piece of toilet roll or something, was attached to them. She pressed the button and waited anxiously in the slight nip of the cold winter breeze. "Hey, come up a second I'm not ready yet." Said Ashley noticing Billie's beautiful face upon the monitor situated next to her phone. --It suddenly hit her, she thought Billie was beautiful. A few moments later Billie had peered through the unlocked door with her equally stunning bunch of flowers. "Hey, wow you look stunning." Said Billie, she looked at Ashley dressed in her black skinny jeans and her long and flowing black cardigan and understood why she had felt so overwhelmed by emotions when they were just young children. "I'll put these in some water, they are really nice." Replied Ashley, she had tried to shrug off the compliments. In fact, from the very moment Billie had stepped through her door and gazed deep into her own eyes, she began to feel nervous and blush. "You're welcome," Shouted Billie from in the living room area, she had begun to take a little look around the apartment. The thing that had struck her, initially, was how clean and clinical it appeared. The walls had all been painted white and about the only furniture inside the room possessed a plastic like appearance; like as if they were in a showcase living room and not someone's home. The next thing she had noticed had been the two paintings, one in ink and the other in charcoal, and the sheer beauty of the things. She raised her hand to touch the canvas as if it were a portal to some mysterious new land. "Okay, I'm ready." Said Ashley, she had noticed Billie's fascination with the canvases but had ignored it. In fact, she had regretted not putting them away and hiding them behind a door. "Did you do these?" Asked Billie, "Yes, no one will buy them though," Ashley replied with a slight giggle to her tone, "no one buys my shit anymore." "No way, these are amazing. I've never seen good art as close as this, only in like, photographs or the internet." Billie said while turning to touch it once more. "So," Ashley said trying to change the conversation, "sushi?" "Oh sorry," Billie laughed, catching how awkward a situation she had created, "just never knew you were an artist." A short car journey in Billie's old Volkswagen Golf and the pair had arrived at a brightly lit, glass encased building filled to the brim with energetic young noise. There was a citrus freshness about the air, something Ashley did not expect from a sushi bar, as they entered. Large groups of people were gathered around a large conveyer belt continuously churning out different types of foods, while others preferred to sit around small enclosed tables in the corner. "Over here," Billie said while grabbing Ashley's hand and gently urging her towards the most enclosed and private table in the restaurant. The table lay concealed almost in complete darkness; where as the rest of the room seemed brightly lit up. It was as if they were stepping into a different room or something. "My family know the family who run this place so I got them to set this up." She laughed at that point, "Sorry if it's too cheesy for you, I'm just an old romantic." "It's nice." Ashley said, but that was not what she had wanted to say. Really she had been dying to ask whether Billie was a lesbian, as neither of them had actually said anything about the subject. For all Ashley knew she could have been misreading the whole situation seeing as she was hardly experienced in such a subject matter. "Do you want to order a platter of sushi so we can share?" Billie's feet had found Ashley's already; it was like a comforting reflex towards her more than anything. "Sure, I really don't know what this is going to be like." Ashley said, pulling her feet away and tucking them behind the soft chair so they were out of reach. Billie got up and headed towards the black conveyer belt of sushi. "I'll be right back, babe." Billie said as she left Ashley at the table with her heart fluttering nervously away in her chest. No one had ever made her feel like that before, not even her boyfriend of three years, Stuart, whom she truly believed she loved. Perhaps she never loved him, and perhaps she never even liked men. She watched over as Billie leaned over the counter and slowly wiggled her tiny ass back and forth. For a brief moment she imagined herself wearing only a pair of boyish panties and rubbing her clitoris against those soft skinned butt cheeks. As quickly as the image had appeared it had disappeared; as she begun to realise she was staring blatantly at her friend's bottom. She probably knew, Ashley thought, quickly recomposing herself. "Wow, that looks good," Said Ashley standing up to help Billie with the large platter of rice balls, raw fish and small array of accompanying sources. "I know right, it's this kind of food that made me want to be a chef in the first place." She grabbed enthusiastically at a green parcel of rice and fish and then slowly ate it in one. Ashley picked up the same kind of piece as Billie and then shoved it curiously into her mouth. At first its textures had been something unusually different to her, but after her second parcel she soon realised, she too, enjoyed the fresh food. "Why don't you get a job here? If you worked in the Corner-house you must be a pretty good chef." Said Ashley while picking up slab of yellow fish and dipping it into the porcelain dish containing soy source. Let Our Paths Cross Pt. 01 "It's a family run business, plus I was just a Commis chef, it wasn't like I had to do anything particularly important." Billie tilted her head, "anyway, I want to try and steer away from the stereotype." After taking a sip of her ice-water, she turned and faced Ashley once again as if to start a new conversation. "Have you got a boyfriend?" "No, funny thing is I went on a blind date yesterday." Ashley said, reaching over the table to fondle the candle nervously "Oh, was his date better than mine so far?" Billie asked, sensing the embarrassment surrounding it, she lowered her head a tad and looked into Ashley's green eyes, she was smiling awkwardly. "No," Ashley replied while slowly sighing, "he took me to this really dreadful place with plastic chandeliers and things. I said I needed the bathroom then slipped away." "Slipped away as in ran away?" Billie asked as she gasped in shock, "must have been bad." "Yes, he was criticising the fact that I'm artist, he said he could paint if he really wanted to. Like that is all art is about." Ashley ate another sushi roll, "anyway, what about you?" "What, do I have a boyfriend?" Billie laughed, "of course I don't," she lowered her voice a little now, afraid to be overheard by a member of the family who owned the sushi bar, "I only like women." As soon as the words had came from Billie's deliciously plump lips a nervous shudder frosted over Ashley's intestines. It had been like the revelation had been somewhat spontaneous, despite, however, the fact that Ashley had already guessed. "Oh," Ashley replied while her bottom lip began to quiver nervously, "how long have you known?" "Probably since nursery school, I can remember this amazing girl who I used to play with a lot in the sandpit. I told her I loved her but she moved away shortly afterwards because her parents got a job abroad or something." Billie said while gazing over at Ashley, she had a glint in her eyes that told she was in love with the girl from the sandpit in her childhood; she was in love with Ashley. The story, however, rung familiar to Ashley but it did not fully make sense, yet. "That's cute; do you think she loved you back?" Ashley asked, urging her friend on so she could hear more and hopefully understand how she recognised such a tale. "She said she loved me too, afterwards, but I don't know." Ashley looked down at the empty platter, only small pieces of loose rice and the occasional splatter of intriguing sauce remained upon the dish. For once, in a long time, in her life Ashley had not thought about running away and hiding inside the safe refuge of her flat throughout the entirety of the date. Instead she had found her self comforted by her smooth-voiced friend's presence. Billie possessed a sexy elegance about her, and something which Ashley believed to be a rarity nowadays. "I'd love to draw you one day." Ashley blurted out, jerking herself back into her chair once she had realised she had said it aloud. "I'd love to cook for you one day," Billie retorted in a harsh tone, as if ordering that she be allowed to cook for her. "In this drawing of me, would I be fully clothed or naked?" Billie whispered again, moving her face in closer to Ashley's, and looking around the room to check no one was spying on them. "What ever." "Thank you for not bailing on me tonight, like you did to that bloke." Billie remained close to Ashley's face, her eyes fixated upon her moist lips. "Do you want me to take you home or would you like to stay in town and do something else together?" Ashley wanted nothing more than to say yes, -yes let's go to a lesbian night club and get completely trashed, but for some reason she refused and asked to be taken home. The whole car ride back to Ashley's apartment had practically fallen under complete silence. It was not the kind of silence where one felt the need to chatter about nonsense in order to feel comfortable, however; it was the silence of long forgotten hunger. Occasionally, as the car would come to a halt at the red traffic lights, the girls would turn their heads and look at one another briefly. Billie, the taller of the two at about 5"4, had always seemed to tower above the lowly 5"1 Ashley and portray a sense of confidence and domineering strength about her; something she found very intimidating at first. The more she would stare at the driver in her sidelong profile, however, the more she would realise how Billie could provide stability as well as being spontaneous and wild. It was as though, through some divine and all conquering power, destiny had bought the pair back together despite how far apart they had previously drifted. "Phone me soon," said Billie while leaning over to Ashley's side of the car and handing her a loose piece of paper with an eleven digit number scrolled down upon it. "I really enjoyed myself." "Me too, and I will." Ashley nodded sincerely while opening the car door and making her way outside into the, still, bitter cold air. Ashley's apartment had felt cold and empty as soon as she had got in and, no matter how hard she tried, she could not take her mind away from Billie and the familiarity she aroused. Ashley dragged her frail frame into her bedroom and then collapsed, tired from the last two nights of dating, onto her large double bed. She looked around the darkened room and at her alarm clock dial; it was ten twenty-one pm. From outside her open window the shadows of the large sycamore tree outside peered through like long and frail arms extending across to attempt to caress her pale face. Ashley closed her eyes and begun to think about how beautiful Billie's face had seemed underneath the warm light of the scented candle. She slowly let her imagination wander away with her and take her to a place where a large open fire's warmth blazed upon her naked back. Billie had been there with her, in her imagination, and had been naked, too, apart from having Ashley's favourite long and black cardigan wrapped around her back. Ashley closed her eyes and reached into her slack jeans and buried her tiny hands into her wet crotch. All throughout the night she had wondered if she had really been getting wet over their conversations or whether or not she had simply imagined it. This, however, confirmed what she had suspected; and the inside of her thighs lay coated in thick pussy juice. Ashley, deciding her body had made up its own mind surrounding the situation, began fondling around her jeans crotch until she had managed to unbutton the area and begin to pull them down her tiny, and thin, legs. She closed her eyes again and reached down into her own pussy and began fingering the area gently; teasing her self. She had closed her eyes and imagined Billie had taken off the long cardigan and began gently caressing the area. She could picture Billie's perfect face, almost as if the fantasy was reality, smiling back at her as she began rolling the palms of her hands around Ashley's stomach and thighs with the warmth of the fire scorching their bare flesh. Ashley raised her body, at one with her fantasy, and began to gently make circular rotations around her clitoris area. The nub had now hardened and become erect so that each circular motion she took would intensify the sensitivity. Feeling her pussy getting wet she pushed two of her fingers, from her free hand, into her pussy whole and slowly began probing the insides of her flesh. She could feel her body rising as the feelings became more intensified and came ever closer to the big climax. She raised her back in anticipation and clenched her jaws as the orgasm rippled through her body, but there was something telling her she could have came a lot harder. The room span slowly as she panted, her breasts rising up and down through the thin fabric of her white t-shirt; her nipples had been erect and poking through her sports bra. No matter how hard she would try, her nipples would always show through her tops when she was sexually aroused. They were always long and hard when she was aroused; like two pink pebbles. "Billie..." Whispered Ashley vaguely into the dream she had closed her eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep. -4. Two days had passed since the girls had seen each other and, after drinking one Scotch whiskey to gather enough courage, Ashley had rang Billie and enquired whether or not she would like to accompany her to an art gallery she had been invited to exhibit some of her works at. Billie, of course, had said yes finding the whole area of art fascinating and intriguing. Like their last date Billie had came round carrying a bouquet of flowers under her arm and had planned on driving them to their destination. This time, however, understanding this art gallery was somewhat formal; Billie had worn a semi-transparent blouse and a knee-length pencil skirt. From her thin neck, also, hung a long and intriguing chain like necklace which harnessed several types of tangled charms at the bottom. She looked beautiful, just as she had the date two nights earlier. Ashley smiled broadly as she observed the bouquet of striking Cymbidium Orchids and Billie's smooth and elegant movements. A rush of blood went straight from Ashley's head and down to her pussy as she noticed the contours of Billie's firm breast from underneath her thin top and her laced bra. She had to fight the urge to just touch herself down there, to relieve some of the tension being around Billie was causing. "Wow, those look amazing." Said Ashley, not realising she was still staring at Billie's spectacular pair of breasts. They were rather large in comparison to her thin frame and would probably be a generous hand full for any man --let alone how big they would seem to Ashley's tiny hands. "Thanks." Billie replied while she began looking down towards her ample bosom and then smiling, realising she had sent Ashley into another of her nervous flusters. "I meant," Ashley said while coughing quietly to clear her throat of the embarrassment, "the flowers are amazing, thank you." "I'm sorry," Billie cried in outrageous laughter, "it's just you're so cute when you get embarrassed." -You look really nice today though. More than nice, you look amazing; Ashley wished she could have said. Instead she just wondered off into her kitchen and put the stunningly rare flowers into a vase filled with water. "The exhibition doesn't start until half an hour, do you mind waiting while I go and get ready?" Ashley asked, "Not at all, can I look at some of your work while you're getting dressed?" Ashley nodded in approval and then pointed towards the room next to her bedroom. "That's my studio in there; you're free to have a look." "Thanks, hurry up though honey." Billie curiously headed towards the room, which had its door closed, and reached for the grey door knob. Inside, the room smelt of strange acidic compounds and damp fabric. Billie smiled broadly as she peered curiously towards the numerous finished, and some unfinished, canvases depicted various bizarre pictures. As she neared further into the room she began to notice how each of her paintings seem to portray a different sense of emotion. For instance, the particular painting she had come to examine into deeper detail had been of a rusted old shed painted using black, grey and white oil paints. She guessed this to have been painted while Ashley had been in a slight state of depression or something, because right next to it had been the most colourful and abstract picture of some kind of desert. These were deep, Billie thought to herself, like delving into Ashley's subconscious thoughts. Despite the personal sense of emotions she could feel coming from each of her paintings, however, Billie felt she belonged amongst these paintings; she felt as though she belonged in Ashley's emotions. "Hey, I'm ready," Said Ashley leaning over the door frame uncomfortably. She had arrived wearing a long black dress and a pair of black high heeled boots. "I hope they didn't freak you out, I can get a bit deep at times." Ashley's eyes had wondered over to a particular picture of a naked man with no sexual organs. "No, I really like them. There's something very personal and open about them, like I'm finding things out I didn't know about you before I looked at them." Billie stopped at the door frame with her body pressed just millimetres away from Ashley's. "Maybe you don't want to know that deep into me, it's too complicated." Ashley said as she, slowly, began to watch Billie's nostrils flare as she exhaled and inhaled. "Or maybe you are scared I do." Billie closed her eyes and pressed her lips against Ashley's. For a few moments they just stood silently with their eyes closed and their lips pressed together; breathing heavily onto each other. Ashley, surprising herself, opened her mouth slightly ajar and then slowly slid her tongue between Billie's moist and sticky lips. The faint taste of her cherry tasting lip-gloss had now coated Ashley's senses; and she could not get enough of its intoxicating aroma. "We shouldn't have kissed," said Ashley as she unlocked herself from the embrace. "Why?" Billie still kept her eyes closed; she had been waiting for that moment for what had seemed the entirety of her life. After all, you never fall out of love with your first. "Because it's too soon and I don't know how I feel." Ashley sighed and cupped her head in her tiny hands; she could feel herself beginning to fight back floods of tears. "Ashley," Billie said, placing her hand gently underneath Ashley's chin and slowly coaxing her glare upwards, "okay, if that is how you feel then I will not force you into anything, you understand?" Billie let go of her chin and then cupped both of her hands tightly "and you're still taking me to the exhibition, right?" "Yes I understand, and of course I am," Ashley retreated back into her living room, "and there's free wine you know, how could I not go?" As Ashley had said, there was free wine. Billie smiled nervously as she examined the heads of those also attending the art gallery. Before she had arrived she had envisaged a small gathering of upper class business men and women; all with the predisposed opinions that people like Billie did not belong in a place of such high social credibility. However, as soon as she had arrived inside the warmth of the rustic building, she had realised she had been completely wrong. Everyone inside had seemed much like her, normal folk from normal working class backgrounds who simply wished to explore their own inhibitions. She had even noticed a confident and liberating side to Ashley, one side of her personality, which at the time in her childhood, had been the main reason as to why she fell so in love with her. "Baby, will you give me a tour of the place?" Asked Billie; she had felt herself becoming slowly jealous of Ashley's fellow artist friends, whom had been demanding most of her attention thus far. "Okay, I said I'd show you some proper art, didn't I?" The couple had made their way around almost the entirety of the exhibition floor. Ashley stopped curiously and glared towards a sculpture depicting a man running. It had been made entirely of copper pipes and seemed to flow continuously like the universe, Billie thought to herself as she became equally intrigued. She watched as Ashley noticed a plaque describing the artist on the wall and how she knelt over a tad to read it. Her little white mounds had flopped out of her dress a tad more than usual and showed Billie as much of them as could be allowed without seeing her nipples. "Ashley," Billie said, staring cheekily down at the artists breasts. She simply nodded her head and then made a strange moaning noise to show she was listening, when in actually fact she had not really paid much attention to the situation at all. "Are you even wearing a bra?" Billie asked as she raised an eyebrow in shock, a pleasant shock, of course. "What?" Ashley said as she quickly stood up and pulled her dress up further. "You have amazing boobs, lean over again." Billie moved around the sculpture, since she had been standing at the opposite end to Ashley, and stood behind Ashley so that her height towered over her. Ashley had remained silent so Billie continued to make the advances, "have you ever wondered what it would feel like to have my breasts pressed up against yours?" "No, listen we better head off home, can you take me back?" Ashley said, coughing gently to clear the nerves from her throat as usual. "Do I make you nervous?" Billie said while she began to reach slowly towards the back of Ashley's head and gently run her fingers through the fine and curly hair. "Because that's how love is meant to make you, it's meant to excite you not content you." "Why are you talking about love? We've only been on one date." Ashley said, retorting, as she spun around and pushed away Billie's roaming hand. "Ashley, you knew me before that. You probably knew me before I knew myself." "I don't understand," "We went to nursery school together; you were the amazing girl I mentioned at the sushi bar." The exhibition fell silent upon their intense gaze. Ashley smiled, she understood everything fully now despite the fact that she could not clearly recollect the exact memory Billie had mentioned. However, she remembered their friendship and the times they spent after school at one and another's house talking for hours about bizarre childlike topics. "Yes, I remember you." Ashley said, "I'm sure you asked my next door neighbour out and I said you meant as in friends going out to play." "Oh, I remember that as well now." Billie laughed and hastily began cupping her head in her hands; Ashley had never seen her blush before. She had gotten so embarrassed, in fact, that her cheeks had begun to turn a deep shade of red, the type, of which, resembled closely to that of a tomato. "Looking back I think that made me jealous. I think," Ashley seemed, now, as confused as Billie had originally been. "Why didn't you tell me?" "I was nervous in case the whole thing was just some sort of fantasy and that I'd scare you away again." Billie started to make her way towards the exit, "I'll take you home like you asked." The car journey to Ashley's apartment building had been, once again, in silence. However, this time the silence was, in fact, of the awkward kind. "Come inside with me," Ashley said as she got out of Billie's car. "It's okay; I'll give you your space so you can think things over." Said Billie, observing the stars high in the night sky, "I don't want space to think things over; I want you to come inside." Ashley leant over through the open door and pushed out her small breasts so that the tops of her pink nipples were only just visible. Billie nodded in apprehension but, nevertheless, got out of her car and followed the artist up to her apartment. "I masturbated over you the other night." Ashley said, giggling ever so slightly, as she flicked on the light switch to her apartment's living room. The wine she had consumed at the art exhibition had finally caught up with her and had sent her slightly woozy. "Did I make you cum?" Billie asked as she wrapped her hands loosely around Ashley's waist, in order to guide her safety through the cold room. "Yes." Ashley replied while collapsing onto the sofa chair. "Help me take these god damn heels off." Billie laughed contentedly and then leaned over to loosen the shoes grip on her heel. Ashley had given a moan of relief as it left her foot and bounced to the floor. "Would you like me to rub your feet for you?" Billie asked but she had already begun to smoothly caress them. Ashley made tiny groans of pleasure as Billie intensified her grip and moved her attentions to the balls of her friend's feet. Let Our Paths Cross Pt. 01 "You're good with your hands," Ashley said as she closed her eyes and let a devious grin dance across her lips. "I can remember you at school always making really delicate objects out of paper and things." "Yeah, when you would be off painting and all the teachers would say how good you were compared to the rest of the kids." Billie said, "My stickmen were far superior to your stickmen." The girls laughed together for a few seconds before they realised where they were and what was happening. Billie had begun to massage Ashley's calves now and from the way she had arched her back at the single touch, Billie could tell she wanted her as much as she had hoped. "Ashley, take off your panties." Billie said abruptly. Ashley tilted her head back and, in embarrassment, covered her eyes with her hands. "You expect me to just take my pants off when you say?" - Yes, I do, thought Billie as she moved her hands even further up the artist's leg. She sighed in pleasure as the hand found her crotch and gently began caressing the fabric of her sodden pants. "Your pussy must be aching almost as much as mine." Billie said, Ashley, however, did not reply but instead moaned deeply and settled herself deeper into the sofa chair. "Do you mind if I..." Billie trailed off; another moan had signalled she could carry on. She rubbed the slight bulge in a soft up and down movement until Ashley had arched her back once more. "Wait..." Ashley said mid moan "let's go into my bedroom." Her bedroom was cold and silent under the darkness of the chill night. The lovers had been lying atop one another for five minuets just kissing, thus far; and the only noise coming from the room was the sounds of their moist lips parting. Billie opened her left eye and traced a line with her hand from the top of Ashley's shoulder down to her waist line. "Unbutton my blouse." Billie coaxed, "and tilt your ass up so I can pull up your dress." The pair shuffled around in the darkness for a few seconds until Ashley pulled back in frustration. "I can't see what I'm doing and I want to see you." She rolled off from atop Billie's stomach and then clapped by the side of her lamp. "I hate those clapping lamps." Billie said as she giggled slightly and turned to her side, Ashley clapped again to change it to its brightest setting. "Me too," Ashley said seriously while getting back on top of Billie and straddling her stomach, "shut up about my crap furnishings and get this dress off of me." Pushing her body forth, Billie rolled the couple over so that they both sat erect with their legs entwined together on the edge of the bed. Billie rested her head across Ashley's tiny neck as she gently licked the dips in her shoulders and unzipped the back of the dress with her free hands. Ashley flung her head back in relief as the tight dress slowly rolled down the back of her arms and collapsed below them. Under the vague light of the bedside clap-activated lamp, the lovers gently swayed to and fro in the rhythm to their love making. Billie moaned quietly as she rummaged around in the fallen fabric of the black dress, trying to find Ashley's pale little breasts. They were there, alright; thought Billie as her hand grazed the soft and firm flesh. She sucked in the air, triumphantly, and slowly pushed the artist down onto her back and into her messily arranged pillows. Ashley's hands wondered about the mattress as Billie began massaging the breasts with her tender-soft kisses; Ashley had already began to lose herself as she had done in her fantasy a few nights past. "Uh," Moaned Ashley as she attempted to talk through all the feelings of ecstasy "let me unbutton your shirt." Billie slid her legs forward and then sat her self up so that she straddled herself across Ashley's damp panties. She put her hands behind her neck and began playing with her shoulder length black hair as Ashley traced her hand gently down the buttons. Every time Ashley would unfasten a button Billie would moan and thrust her body into body into Ashley's; as if she had been penetrating her imaginary large cock through Ashley's wet, juicy pussy. Ashley glanced over to her alarm clock momentarily while she had flicked open the semi-transparent blouse and stroked the white and laced fabric of Billie's bra. It was one twenty-one am, plenty of time; Ashley thought to herself as she rose into a seating position and nestled her nose into the V-shape of Billie's large breasts. As Ashley licked between the two breasts Billie began to move her hands slowly through the artist's thick, bronzed locks. "You do know I'll probably end up obsessing over you, now?" Said Billie --thinking aloud. "Good." Said Ashley as she pulled her face out of the tight-titties and gasped for fresh-air. "And I'll probably be madly in love with you again, like I used to be." A watering in her eyes, Ashley tilted her head upwards and began sucking underneath Billie's olive toned skin. Ashley leant back into the mattress again and began unbuckling Billie's tight pencil skirt. "Wait, the zip's caught in my pants." Said Billie as she pulled away from the embrace and began tugging away at her tight skirt. "Just pull them both off then," Ashley replied as she pulled open her quilt cover and dived underneath. She watched over the clumsy chef as she began pulling awkwardly at her clothing and becoming increasingly more frustrated with the situation. Ashley climbed out of the bed and rolled over towards Billie, whom now had managed to free her panties from her zip, and began to gently nibble at her bare stomach. Her hands explored Billie's thighs as her tongue crept closer towards her matching white laced underwear. Through the gaps in the thick fabric one could see her waxed pussy and its pink and puffy lips. "Have you ever eaten a girl out before?" Asked Billie, acknowledging this was probably her first time with another woman, as she worked her hands across Ashley's tiny shoulders. "No." Ashley replied curiously, "but I want to." Billie nodded in silence and then clambered under the bed sheets. As they kissed underneath the soft satin-silk of the sheets, both girls gently removed the last of their lingerie so that they were completely naked. Ashley raised her left leg into the air and then wound it tightly around Billie's back so that she could not move and their pussy's rubbed against one and another's. "Uh...Oh, don't stop." Said Ashley as she tilted her head up and escaped from the walls of reality once more. As Billie's body rubbed up and down against her own she imagined being in a field full of dry grass; with the high sun glaring against her back. She came crashing back down to earth as Billie's hands had now found themselves exploring her never regions underneath their locked embrace. Beads of perspiration had gathered on both of their foreheads; as each rhythmic sway would take them further into orbit. Ashley glanced over at her blurry alarm clock; it was two thirty-nine now. "Fuck," Screamed Ashley in a confusion of elated pleasure, "oh god, Billie..." "You like that, huh?" Teased Billie as she pulled her hand away from the pussy and began sucking at her pale tits again, "No, please..." Said Ashley, beginning to plead, "Please..." Billie slipped two fingers into Ashley's aching pussy. Each inward movement sent a more intensified tingle through her spine, sending her out of her consciousness and into a state of euphoria. "I'm going to cum!" Ashley screamed. She screamed in a high pitched whine as her blood began to boil over and the sexual climax slowly built. Her crotch thrust forward as the orgasm shook her body and left her shaking and weak afterwards. "I'm tired now." Said Billie as she rolled over to the spare side of the bed and closed her eyes; both girls had been panting furiously. Sticky sweat stained the sheets and the room smelt of the musky aroma of sex, but it was a smell that the senses longed to taste. Ashley threw her arms, in excitement, around Billie's waste and scooped her feet around her body. "Roll over." Ashley said, "Why?" Billie said with a tired gripe about her voice, "Just roll over." Billie sighed then reluctantly rolled over so that she faced the ceiling. Ashley grinned from ear to ear as she coiled herself around Billie's sticky and naked body. "Let me do all the work for once, okay?" Billie nodded just before their lips mashed into one another's for another long and passionate embrace. There was a deep silence as Ashley pulled away from the soft kisses and began sensually nibbling at Billie's soft chin. She gently kissed and bit her way down to her chest and then down to her belly button, before returning to Billie's wonderfully large pair of olive breasts. She lavished the sweet taste of her erects nipples for at least a minuet before Billie had begun to moan and bore of the teasing. She cupped her lover's hands as she ventured further down the sheets and towards Billie's musky scent. Her body had begun to shudder with anticipation as the realisation that the girl she had dreamt of for far too many years was finally going down on her. Billie moaned furiously into the air as Ashley's soft and sticky lips collided with her juicy pussy lips. Her body buckled forward spontaneously as the spear of Ashley's tongue began flicking her hard and pink clitoris. Billie's arms were thrashing the mattress around them as the upwards and downwards motions of Ashley's tongue intensified and Billie's climax neared closer. Just as her body had arched ready to orgasm, Ashley thrust her tongue inside her pussy and then began thrusting her nose against the clitoris as she had done with the tip of her tongue, previously. "Oh fuck..." Screamed Billie as her body began to spasm out of control. The room turned to black as the orgasm pulsated through her body and knocked her into a deep state of sleepiness. The sounds of Billie's heavy panting intensified as the ringing in her ears slowly subsided and her eyesight, from the hazy darkness that had come over her immediately after the orgasm, slowly returned to normal. "Was I good?" Asked Ashley as she re-surfaced herself from the bottom of the sheets, Billie just nodded in response; she had been better than good, she had been spectacularly amazing. The girls lay side to side, Ashley spooning her legs over Billie's, and wandered off to sleep quickly. Neither of the girls stirred much, because in the morning they had both awoken to find themselves in almost the exact same position.