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Author’s note: This is a continuation of the stories Ashlee and Naiya’s Sleepover and Macy’s Crush. While I don’t believe it is necessary for you to read them before you read this please feel free to do so.
Also, I believe it is only fair to warn you that this is a fairly long story that is somewhat slow sex wise until about halfway in, so it may not be for everyone. If you feel up to it I hope you enjoy it and are willing to share your thoughts with me with either a vote or some feedback. Either way I thank you ahead of time and hope that you enjoy my little story.
Disclaimer: All Characters are at least 18 years of age.
For over a month everything seemed perfect for Ashlee. She had graduated from high school with good grades and a nice scholarship to the college she’d wanted to go to ever since she knew she wanted to go to college. She was even going to be able to room with someone she actually knew and liked in the person of Macy who was going to the same college on scholarship. No rooming with some stranger for her.
She also finally had her own car. Not just a car she could drive, but her own car as in a car she owned thanks to her father’s unusual display of generosity brought on mainly by his gratitude over Ashlee’s success at securing enough scholarships and grants to make her education virtually free for both him and her. It was a nice car, too. Not some used hunk of junk, but a brand new, nice and shiny silver Jetta paid for with what was to be the money for her first semester at school.
It was beautiful and she’d actually cried tears of pure, unadulterated joy when he had handed her the keys. She even hugged him and kissed him for the first time in several years while he laughed and smiled at her. She wouldn’t have admitted out loud, but it was the first time in a long time that she’d actually had any good feelings towards him. It wasn’t just because he’d given her a car, either. It was because he’d actually given her the car she’d always wanted and not just a car. She loved her dad, but, honestly, until that moment she’d always kind of had a lingering feeling that he simply didn’t get her at all.
Her job was going great as well. She’d even received a raise which was nice and, even better; she’d already been informed that her transfer request was actually going to go through. That was quite a relief even though she knew with a full load of classes it wouldn’t mean much money wise. Still it was nice to know that she at least wouldn’t have to worry about bumming money off her parents or selling plasma until she found a new job when she went off to college.
But there was something more important going on in her life and it was the one thing that made everything just perfect. Ashlee was in love and she was absolutely certain that the feeling was mutual. So certain that she didn’t even feel the need to question it one bit. Ashlee and Naiya were in love. That’s all there was to it.
Ever since their first night together a few weeks before graduation she and Naiya had been virtually inseparable. Even during those last few weeks of school they’d managed to come up with every excuse in the book to find time to be together at night when they could be alone and continue their exploration of each other’s bodies. They lost a lot of sleep in the process and it was actually something of a miracle that they didn’t fail their finals, but both were of the mind at that time that there was nothing they’d rather be doing than spending the night making each other moan into their pillows.
Once summer arrived and they no longer had to worry about classes and grades and what not they only got worse (if that was the right word for it). They actually became a bit reckless once they had almost unlimited time together to do as they pleased. Ashlee couldn’t even count the times they’d almost been caught doing things to each other that were more than what most would call friendly. Luckily, they’d avoided that embarrassment quite well so far.
In short, the last two months had been the best of her short, 18 years young life. Everything had seemed absolutely perfect and as far as she could tell it was going to stay that way for forever. Oh, maybe when she left for college and Naiya left to go her different school seemingly light years away complications would arise, but that seemed like something far in the distant future at the time, but things were about to change and what looked like the keystone of her perfect little life was about to be pulled out much sooner than she’d ever expected or feared.
It wasn’t that Naiya didn’t like having sex with Ashlee. It was that, unlike Ashlee, she had no illusions about the new sexual aspect of their relationship being anything more than that. To her it was just sex. Awesome, great and incredibly fun sex, but just sex. It held no deeper meaning for her at all and honestly she had no idea that her interpretation of their relationship was any different than Ashlee’s.
And it wasn’t because Naiya was necessarily insensitive to her friend’s feelings. Well, no more than your usual canlı bahis şirketleri teenager might be, but it wasn’t that. In fact, the situation that ended up bringing everything to a head was something well known to both of them, but it was also something that Ashlee had no willingness to acknowledge even though she knew full well that it had existed before she and Naiya had ever even kissed.
The problem was that Naiya’s love life was already rife with complications. Complications mostly of her own creation, but complications none the less. They were also complications that Ashlee was well aware of, but personally chose to ignore because they simply didn’t fit into her desired reality. Why? Because they involved a third person who she secretly knew she had no real hope of competing with for the affections of Naiya.
The person is question was a boy named Max. Well, not a boy really. In fact, calling Max a boy to his face was not exactly a wise thing to do. Not that he was violent, but it just wouldn’t be a good decision on your part because Max…well, let’s just say Max wasn’t exactly an insubstantial human being. He also really wasn’t a boy. He was old enough to call himself a man and he did.
Of course, the man thing was really debatable, but at the ripe old age of twenty he was definitely old enough to claim some other title than boy. Like college sophomore for one or, maybe, young adult. He also was the one guy that Naiya could truly say she was ever in love with and as well as the one guy that Ashlee really could’ve lived without.
Frankly, she kind of had the impression she was going to get her wish until two weeks after school ended when he hadn’t made his usual summer appearance or even bothered to call Naiya since Christmas break. In fact, it was something that Naiya had been quite vocal about before Kelli seduced her and then Naiya in turn seduced Ashlee. It therefore seemed perfectly reasonable to Ashlee that even if he did show up he wouldn’t have a chance in hell.
To be clear though it was not that Ashlee really hated Max. He was actually just about the only guy Ashlee really and truly got along with. He was funny, he was nice and he wasn’t the type to be an obnoxious flirt nor was he the kind of guy that treated his girlfriend’s friends like unwanted pests or competition for Naiya’s attention.
In truth, Ashlee was quite fond of him as a person and a friend. When Naiya informed her one night while they were hanging out in Ashlee’s bed cuddling and kissing after a slow, wondrous bout of mutual masturbation that he was coming back to town for the remainder of the summer Ashlee was actually almost as excited as Naiya at the news. She actually found herself looking forward to hanging out with him for the first time in what seemed like forever despite the empathetic anger she’d felt towards him when Naiya was still bitter about his lack of attention. If Naiya could forgive him, so could she. Besides she knew that he at least would be appropriately appreciative of her new car unlike Naiya who had just complained that it wasn’t red.
This calm sense of mild excitement at the prospect of hanging out with her old friend remained relatively intact for two full days before she found herself noticing something odd about Naiya’s behavior. Not odd really, but definitely different from what she’d grown accustomed to over the last several weeks. Different and very worrying from her particular perspective.
First, there were the phone calls. There were many of them and they were all long. They also became increasing more and more private. It was slow progression from Max calling to talk to both of them to just Naiya, but it was an obvious progression that was more than a little worrisome to Ashlee. As the day of Max’s arrival grew closer it became almost impossible to see Naiya sans cell phone talking quietly and constantly to Max in a tone that sounded unmistakably at times like that of a girl in love. At least when Naiya actually stayed in the room long enough for Ashlee to overhear which, again as the time of Max’s return approached, also became more and more a rarity.
Second there were the text messages. The constant, unending stream of text messages that Naiya couldn’t stop responding to. The text messages that never failed to bring a smile to Naiya’s beautiful face. The text messages that Ashlee never received nor was allowed to read. The text messages that more than once had interrupted a nice, wonderful afternoon of soft, loving kisses.
Third, and this was actually the worst of it all, there was the one conversation that she had been fully allowed to listen in on that she really wished had never happened. The conversation that finally opened her eyes to what life was going to be like once Max finally came back to town. A conversation that she fully realized at the time was not intended to hurt her, but which still hurt her deeply and brought her whole world crashing down around her. In fact, the lack of intent what actually what hurt the most.
It all happened the night right before Max was canlı kaçak iddaa supposed to get in his car and head back to town. It was late, but that was hardly unusual. It was summer after all and 2am phone calls were hardly unusual. It was still very annoying however because the timing could not have been worse as far as Ashlee was concerned.
After a long night of waiting for Macy, who until recently had been making herself quite scarce for reasons completely unknown to either Ashlee or Naiya, to take a hint a get out of Naiya’s room so Ashlee could finally have Naiya to herself it was quickly becoming obvious that it wasn’t working. Macy seemed intent that night on making herself quite the annoying third wheel. Normally, this would’ve been a non-issue, but after a day she’d had Ashlee was simply bubbling over with hate for everyone and Macy was no exception.
Not that Macy knew that or had any reason to even think that might be the case, but that didn’t matter. Ashlee was just not in that good of a mood. The entire day had simply been nothing but a series of disappointments thanks to both Tabitha banging around in her room all afternoon while Ashlee tried her best to get Naiya in the mood for some girl fun while Ashlee’s parents were still at work. This in turn was followed by the arrival of Ashlee’s mother about an hour early and just in time to make Tabitha’s much anticipated departure absolutely meaningless as Ashlee found herself roped into running errands before working a short shift at her job instead of making Naiya come in the shower.
Then, of course, work had been a small piece of hell. Every other customer that came in seemed absolutely intent on taking out the frustrations of their day on poor, frazzled Ashlee. To make it even worse her boss, usually a rather sympathetic and kind person willing to back up her employees at the drop of a hat, was of absolutely no help. In fact, she seemed to think that it was Ashlee’s responsibility to handle every single complaint on her own even when they were far beyond her experience level. Then she insisted that Ashlee work an extra hour because, well, there was no because. She simply insisted that it be done and made it clear there was to be no argument.
By the time Ashlee finally escaped an hour and a half later than she was suppose to she was pissed off and tired of other people and their shitty attitudes. All she wanted to do was smoke some weed, listen to some good music and have sex with Naiya before going to bed so she could forget about her shitty day and all that thoughts that were currently driving her insane. Sadly, it was just not in the cards. Oh, there was weed to smoke and good music aplenty, but thanks to Macy it looked like the sex just wasn’t going to happen any time soon.
Still, Ashlee’s day (and night) up to that point did have one benefit. It had so far been fairly Max free. Oh, there were a couple of text messages that made Naiya smile that secret little smile of hers that Ashlee was growing to hate, but she wasn’t allowed to dwell on them too much thanks to Macy and her desire to talk and talk and talk about anything and everything that crossed her mind. It was hardly unusual and frankly Ashlee needed the distraction, but she still resented it. Well, a little bit, anyway.
But at two in the morning almost on the dot any resentment Ashlee felt towards Macy quickly evaporated with the sound of Max’s very own super special, ultra annoying ring tone blaring obnoxiously from Naiya’s phone. Not for long, though. No, as had become usual, Naiya barely let it ring for more than a second before she answered it with her sweetest, most sickening young women in love voice. After that Naiya was gone and lost to Ashlee for the remainder of the night.
Ashlee, finally fed up with everything going so wrong all day long, managed to sit there for three long, agonizing minutes before something inside her snapped. Not violently or anything like that. No, it was more like she was just suddenly overtaken by intense and unshakable desire to get up and leave without a single word.
And that’s exactly what she did. She just got up and walked out of her best friend’s room in the middle of Macy’s tale about a really interesting squirrel she’d seen two day’s prior while Naiya whispered longingly into her phone about much she missed Max and simply couldn’t wait to see him the next day. Ashlee could already feel the tears beginning to flow even before she got to the door and paused just long to notice that Naiya didn’t even notice before opening the door and slamming it shut hard behind her. She then proceeded to run down the stairs to the bathroom as the dam burst and the tears began to flow in earnest.
She felt so stupid at that moment. She didn’t want to be crying. It made her feel weak, small and dumb. It wasn’t like she and Naiya had ever really been a couple. They’d never even discussed it. Not really anyway and even those not really conversations had made it quite clear that Naiya, unlike her, definitely viewed the sexual pleasures they were sharing as just another canlı kaçak bahis aspect of their friendship. Just something fun for two close friends to do together. Nothing deep, nothing meaningful, nothing even approaching the level of a true, committed relationship.
But there she was crying her soul out at just after two in the morning in her best friend’s bathroom while her best friend was probably still too busy telling her ex-boyfriend whom she hadn’t even seen in almost a year how much she missed him and couldn’t wait to be with him to even notice that Ashlee was gone. The thought of this just made Ashlee cry even harder and feel even dumber. Her sobs were coming out hard and loud. If she’d cared at that moment she might have been worried that they’d be overheard, but she didn’t. Besides she was absolutely certain that there was no one there even paying enough attention to notice. As it turned out, she couldn’t have been more wrong and she found this out when a soft knock sounded from the other side of the bathroom door followed by sound of a quiet, deeply concerned and very familiar voice asking “Ashlee? Are you okay?”
The voice was not the one she wanted to hear at that moment, so at first she chose to simply ignore it. Luckily, however, the owner of the voice wasn’t one to be turned away by silence and she knocked again and repeated the question. When she was again met with silence she didn’t bother to ask again and instead tried the doorknob and finding it unlocked proceeded to open the door as Ashlee turned away in a vain attempt to hide her tear swollen eyes from Macy’s view.
“What’s wrong, Ashlee?” Macy asked in a soft, caring voice that made Ashlee cringe. Not out of hate or anything, but more out of embarrassment. Ashlee covered her face with her hands and again refused to answer. Even though she knew Macy was trying to be nice, trying to be a good friend, she just couldn’t bring herself to answer the question.
“C’mon, Ash,” Macy said, crouching down in front of Ashlee and reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder. The gentle touch was shocking, but very comforting. Still, Ashlee couldn’t bring herself to do anything except cover her face to hide her tears as her friend continued to try to comfort her. “What’s going on? Why are you crying? Are you okay? C’mon. You can talk to me.”
“It’s nothing,” Ashlee finally lied, but quickly thought twice and made an attempt to tell the truth between sniffles. All that would come out however was “I just… I just… I don’t know… it’s…”
“Are you mad about something?” Macy continued to prod obviously befuddled by Ashlee’s outburst. Her befuddlement was easy to understand. She had no idea what had been going on over the last several weeks. She couldn’t have. She hadn’t even been around. A part of Ashlee really wanted to answer the question honestly, not holding back anything just to fill Macy in if only so she could have someone, anyone to vent her feelings to, but she couldn’t. Something inside of her just wouldn’t let her.
“I don’t want to tell you right now, okay?” Ashlee said, wiping away her tears and trying not to sound angry because she wasn’t. Not at Macy, anyway. She even tried to smile and failed miserably before adding in a quiet voice “It’s just really complicated, okay?”
“Okay,” Macy said and smiled back just happy that Ashlee had stopped crying. Then she hugged Ashlee. It was a spontaneous kind of thing, something Macy had been somewhat known for when she was high, but it was a sweet, loving gesture that made Ashlee feel much better then she knew it should have. She even found herself laughing about as she instinctively returned Macy’s hug. The laughter just seemed to encourage Macy to hug Ashlee harder and Ashlee did the same in return until Macy released her and added “Better?”
“Kind of,” Ashlee said still smiling sadly. She did feel better though. Not a lot better, but definitely better than she had only moments before.
“You don’t need a ride home do you?” Macy asked and Ashlee couldn’t help but be confused for a second before shaking her head and informing Macy that she had a car which apparently was both shocking and incredibly great news to Macy’s ears. “What? Seriously? When did you get a car?” After that Ashlee found herself having a long conversation about her car that somehow ended up with Ashlee and Macy heading out to the driveway dressed only in their pajamas so Macy could admire her car.
“This is yours? This is fucking awesome! I’m so jealous,” Macy said once they finally got outside, sounding sincerely overwhelmed and impressed. “How did I not notice this when I came home?”
“No idea,” Ashlee said simply as Macy paused briefly only to continue spewing praise over Ashlee’s new car almost immediately. Ashlee had no idea why, but this simple, almost one sided conversation was actually making her feel a lot better. Maybe it was the simple fact that it was a distraction to the sad, jealous thoughts that had been haunting her mind over the last few nights, but it didn’t matter. Whatever it was she was feeling much better and when Macy made the suggestion, no, demand, that Ashlee should let her drive her car right then and there she actually found herself saying yes almost right off the bat before it hit her it was now well past two in the morning and they were in their jammies.
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