AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to all my readers for the comments, Feedback, and the votes. This is Book 1 of a series of 3 Books about Ashleigh Townsend and her friends. I hope you enjoy them all.
Book 1, Chapter 1
Friday morning, 5 am. Ashleigh was just waking up. A strange sound suddenly made her listen more intently. At first she wasn't sure what it was, then she heard it again.
"Yes, baby, that's the way." The woman's voice wailed.
"Lick my tits, bite them, ohhh yeah, like that."
Oh God, they're at it again. The sound came from the apartment in the next building. A young couple had moved in just two weeks ago and they seemed to be screwing their heads off - usually with the bedroom window wide open so she could hear their noises. Unconsciously, her hands began to caress her body as she listened to the continuing sounds of their lovemaking.
As their ardor increased, so did her own stroking of her clit and nipples. One hand was actively caressing her clit and the opening of her cunt while the other pulled on her nipples, one at a time. Harder and harder she pulled as the other woman wailed.
"That's it, honey, lick them, suck them, bite them, oh yeah, baby, like that."
Ashleigh was spread-eagled on the bed, her fingers dipping in and out of her cunt. Her muscles were tightening as she pushed herself toward orgasm. Then the neighbor began to wail.
"Fuck me, baby, that's it. Shove that big cock into my hot pussy. Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Finish me, you bastard, give me your hot cum. YES, YES, YESSSSSS. AHHHHHHHH."
As the moan reached its peak, her fingers drove into her own cunt at a furious pace. Both women climaxed at almost the same time.
She lay curled up on the bed, her two fingers buried deep in her cunt, feeling the release of her climax and moaning quietly to herself. She realized it had been a long time since she had a good fuck and missed this feeling. The new neighbors had provided a much-needed wake up call.
As she lay there, she realized that she was definitely ready for some changes. She was a thoroughly sexy animal and she needed attention.
It had to be the right kind of attention and from the right person, but who? Maybe what she needed was to advertise herself. Not in the paper, but with new clothes and a new attitude. As she removed her fingers from her cunt, she vowed to begin the transformation now.
She dressed a bit sexier than normal for her day at the office. She was the receptionist for a large company with many visitors. Perhaps one of the visitors would notice her if she were more outgoing in her attitude.
The possibility of changing her life was exciting her and the attitude showed in her smile, her manner, and her walk. About noon that Friday, a man she had met many times before stopped to talk to her when he arrived for his appointment. His name was Tom and he was a regular salesman who visited often. In the past he had always been polite but hadn't engaged in any small talk. This time he couldn't stop talking, complementing her hair, her earrings, and her blouse. When he was called in, he waved and winked at her as he entered the inner door.
Ashleigh was beside herself. Tom was a nice looking man, a little older than herself, she thought, and had a reputation for honesty in his business dealings. He seemed really nice and he had raised her blood pressure. She couldn't wait for his business to be over in the hopes he would again stop to talk. When he did come out of the meeting, he stopped by her desk. Although he was on his way to another appointment, he did wish her a pleasant weekend and promised to return on Wednesday of the next week. With a wave and a wink, he was gone.