Ashlee's Weakness

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ah, you've even covered your eyes. That's so cute."

"Hey, you're not supposed to be lookin', you pervert."

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

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

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

"Stop looking at my pussy while I pee!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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