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.