"Fuck you Darren!" Ashlyn screamed at her best friend's boyfriend, horrified at his drunken lecherous gaze. "That's what I like to hear baby. I always thought you were hotter than that bitch Stephanie anyway. Always complaining at me for one thing or another." Animatedly, he reached his hand towards her breast, Ashlyn trying to push him away.
Her best friend Steph had been with Darren for going on three years, and she could barely understand what she saw him. Steph with all her intelligence, all her wit, all her beauty, dating an alcoholic lowlife in the form of Darren Turner. Damn, she was beautiful. More than once she'd found herself staring at those gorgeous curves, before hurriedly putting any thought of her friend out of mind. She was, as she reasoned, straight after all.
"Please get off me Darren!" Ashlyn begged, real panic starting to creep into her voice, as Darren pushed himself against her, clawing at her shirt. Real tears dripped down her face as she struggled against him, unable to push his muscled body away. "Babe, you know you want me, I know you do." He stated, his gin laced breath hot against her skin.
Suddenly there was the scraping sound of a key being entered into a lock. Her roommate Joe, back from his shift at the software company. "What the fuck is going on here!" he exclaimed, roughly shoving the smaller man off her, then dragging him by his collar out of the flat. As he was being manhandled out of the door, Darren shouted "I'll be waiting babe", before a well placed fist collided with his cheek, and the wooden door slammed.
"Come here Hun" Joe whispered softly, pulling the crying young woman closer to him. Hugging him tightly, she explained the night's events between ragged breaths. How Darren had drunkenly knocked at her door, the lateness of the hour annoying her, forcing her to drag herself from her favourite film. How Darren had barged in, planted a rough, unyielding kiss on her wary lips before roughly clawing at her skin, her trying unsuccessfully to force him off. "Thank god I got there in time, I always hated that no good layabout" muttered Joe, stroking the long blonde hair of the beautiful girl crying on his shoulder.
Chapter 2
A week had gone by since these events, unbeknownst to her, had passed. For some reason, her best friend wasn't answering her calls. Frustrated and upset, Steph reached for the phone for the thirtieth time that morning, listening mutely as the tone rang out unanswered. They'd been friends since sixth form, a good seven years ago, and had gone to university together. Never had even two days gone by without some form of communication passing between them. Glancing momentarily at her complexion in the mirror, startling grey eyes framed by dark brown hair, she picked up her car keys and made her way to her friends flat.
"Open up damn it!" She yelled, perhaps for the tenth time, banging her fists against the wooden door. Her friends light was on, her car in the space, there was no doubt she was in. Why wouldn't she answer?" Cursing, she turned on her heel and retreated down the hallway.
Silent, barely breathing, Ashlyn sat on her bed, curled into a ball; hoping beyond hope her friend would leave. Her friend, she mused, and almost laughed out loud. How could her best friend of so long ever want talk to her again after such a betrayal? This proved her fears. The incessant hammering on her flat door confirmed to her that she knew about what had transpired, and that Darren had undoubtedly put his spin on the night's events. Crying softly to herself, she picked up the pint of Haagen-Dazs off the dresser, and covered herself with the duvet.
Chapter 3
Something had to be done! Steph had obviously believed that pig of a man over her best friend! He'd have to set her straight. Go and tell her what he'd seen. He knew it would hurt her, she'd cry, maybe disbelieve him too, but he had to tell her. It was tearing his roommate apart. She hadn't ventured out in days, the normally social young woman confined to her small room in their flat, only leaving to fetch more Haagen-Dazs from their freezer. He'd tried to talk sense into her, to comfort her, and finally to distract her with suggestions of going to clubs, but she hadn't acquiesced. She lay surrounded by her duvet now, her soft sobs echoing down the corridor.
He had waited till 11 am, a time when he knew Darren would be out on his post run, with Steph still at home, not having to leave for her accountancy job until 3 pm. He knocked firmly on the door of the small, semi-detached house, and waited patiently as the door was opened. "Hi, it's about Ashlyn" and without protest, he walked uninvited into the sitting room, the morose looking woman before him given barely a second to react.
"I can't believe you'd take that bastards word over hers! She's been your best friend for god knows how many years! I know you're upset over this, but you can't imagine how she's feeling, it's been so hard for her!
"Joe, I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." A confused and slightly anxious Steph meekly replied. "Please explain what the hell has been happening here, all I know is Ashlyn hasn't been answering my calls."
And so he told her.
Chapter 4
"That bastard." She had whispered, before promptly pitching backwards onto the leather sofa behind her. "We've been on and off for a while. He never seemed content any more, quick to anger. Poor Ashlyn. My god, what she must be feeling. I'd always trust her, at least give her a chance to explain in her own way, id never hate her" She stated, hugging Joe. "I love her more than I could love any boy, I always have. When Darren came along, it seemed so easy to date him, to have a laugh with him, but no man will ever come before her" Stunned with her own confessions, she broke down, tears flowing from her bloodshot eyes. "I didn't know at first, I'm not even sure now, I just need her to be in my life so much. As a best friend, but maybe even more, I just don't know!" Putting his arm around her, he held her close to him, for several minutes, whispering words of comfort as the tears dripped down her chin.
The front door opened, and Darren walked in. With one look, he summarised the scene before him, and started "I can explain..." Joe stood up, drawing himself to his full height. He didn't need another warning. Darren picked up his keys and his wallet, and walked out of their lives forever.
Chapter 5
"Honey, there's someone here to talk to you" Called Joe happily. "Go away Joe, I don't need another one of your pep talks" Yanking the duvet off her head as the door opened, she opened her mouth again for another retort, and stopped short. There in front of her, looking as beautiful as she had ever been, her best friend stood, staring at her, pure joy etched across her face. "I never even knew babe" She said softly, wincing inside at the use of such an intimate word, checking for some sign of reproach from her friend, seeing there wasn't one. She sat down, close to the prone figure on the bed, smiling into the light green eyes in front of her. Very close. Closer than she could trust herself with, now that Darren was gone, the tie to her years long facade. Closer still, leaning into the face in front of her, wrapping her arms around her friend, leaning in for a hug, but at the last moment, catching the corner of her friends mouth with her soft lips.
An intake of breath from Ashlyn, Steph instinctively tried to draw back but found she couldn't. The Blondes Strong arms held her firm. She looked up, questioning the eyes in front of her, and surprisingly found no fear, no confusion. Neither of them moved for several seconds. Then, agonizingly slowly, Ashlyn leaned forward, and placed her lips on hers. Almost immediately, Steph kissed her back, opening her friend's lips with her tongue, her immeasurable passion taking Ashlyn's breath away. "Oh god" She murmured, putting her hand on Steph's neck, kissing back with ferocity. "What about Joe? Is he still here?" Ashlyn asked between kisses. "No babe, he went to work, he said he was meeting someone from the office for coffee beforehand" Ashlyn laughed, "maybe he's got a date" before she leant on her friends shoulder, pushing her down onto the bed. She repositioned herself, with one of her legs between Steph's, before she bent down and softly kissed her friends neck. Steph moaned out loud, lifting her hips, that gentle touch more than she could bear. So slowly it was almost painful, she kissed softly down her friends neck, light kisses adorning every inch from her ear to her collar bone. Gently but insistently, she pulled off her friends jacket, then pulled off her shirt, with Steph lifting up her slightly muscled arms to make the task easier. She resumed her ministrations, travelling down to the sensitive breasts before her. Removing her friends bra, unclasping it and slipping it off, she travelled further downwards. As she flicked the tip of her tongue over the nip, the beautiful woman below her screamed in ecstasy. She pinched the other one softly, bringing out more guttural sounds from her friend. She then lifted herself up, and chastely kissed the lips below her before lowering her body, even further downward. Her soft hands reached out for her friends breasts, caressing them, kissing her soft, flat stomach, inching slowly towards the waistband of her jeans.
Unable to stand her friends pace anymore, Steph roughly pushed herself upwards, grabbing her friend's shoulders and turning her onto her back. She roughly bit the soft flesh of her friend's neck, causing her to moan out loud, before yanking off her shirt and bra, and sucking her friends nip hard into her mouth. Ashlyn's breathing quickened dramatically, and Steph said "No more teasing". Running her hand down the length of her friend's body brought a perceptible shudder. Slowly, she unzipped Ashlyn's jeans, being intentionally slow, wanting to pay her back for the incredibly, painfully slow she had kissed her earlier. "Steph, don't be cruel!" She practically begged, and Steph acquiesced. She quickly pulled the tight jeans off her friend's legs, and smiled, noticing for the first time how incredibly wet she was. Cautiously, slightly nervously as everything about this situation was new, she lowered her underwear with her fingers.
The aroma hit her first. The sickly sweet, incredibly enticing smell almost called to her. Tentatively, she flicked her tongue over Ashlyn's clit, making her immediately jolt upwards, letting out a surprised shriek. The taste was amazingly sweet. She quickly repeated the action, with the same response from her friend. She slowly licked the length of her friends sex, again and again, with Ashlyn getting more wet by the second. Getting faster and faster, now concentrating solely on her clit with her tongue, she used two fingers and quickly trusted them inside Ashlyn, against her G spot. With a final scream, Ashlyn arched her back, before collapsing, exhausted onto the bed.
Chapter 6
"Hey babe" Ashlyn whispered, still half asleep. She looked at the clock. "Steph! Why did you let me fall asleep?" She asked, "Because I wore you out" Steph replied laughing. Handing her friend a coffee, she climbed back into the bed, still laughing. Suddenly, Ashlyn adopted a serious expression, momentarily scaring her. "I have something i need to ask you. Will you go out with me? I know it might be weird..." and that was as far as she got, Steph ceased her nervous question by placing her cup on the dresser and kissing her lightly on the lips. "As if I could ever say no to you, I never could."
Smiling, Ashlyn pulled her girlfriend tighter into her arms and whispered softly into her ear "I think it's your turn".