This story involves another girl, Christine's best friend, Ashley. This is not the same friend that is rather amazingly present during my first story. First let me describe her, because she really is one of the most amazingly beautiful women I have ever met. At 5'3 with a small C-cup, a 22 waist, and a pair of sexy size 6s that you would kill for I hope you can understand how I could feel this way. She has long blond hair, and deep brown eyes. Ashley's toes, unlike Christine's, are small, and evenly decline in length from the biggest to smallest. Those feet are attached to slender ankles, legs that seem impossibly long for her height, and an ass that is simply incredible. Ashley's body is well muscled, but not overly so, and she has a athlete's physique that puts Anna Kournikova to shame.
I had met her at the same time I had Christine, in my senior year of high school. So I had known her for about two years, but only really got to know her over the past six months of my relationship with Christine. I found her fun to be with, charming, and sexy, if not standoffish at times. We talked around any big subjects, keeping everything light and completely friendly. At the time of this, we'd had occasion to go out as friends, just the two of us, for about three months. Although truth be told, she usually accompanied Christine and I on one or more of our dates during the week. But when Christine was busy or unavailable, I'd found Ashley had become my first alternate female friend. I know that may sound weird, but its true. I was definitely attracted to her, but I would much rather spend time with Christine. Those who have read my first story can guess why.
So it was a mild day in June, only about 81 degrees, that Christine, Ashley and I had made plans to go, of all things, bowling. I guess we could have done anything, but looking back I was glad to have a physical activity that required running, even the little that bowling did. I called Christine around 4 o'clock that day, to see if she was ready to get together. The response was not a good one,
"I'm sorry," She said, her voice slightly raising, "They called me into work again, and you know I need the money for school." Christine and Ashley were both students at nearby colleges.
I sighed This had happened a couple of times in the past few weeks so I guess I can't say I was surprised,
"That's okay, did you call Ashley to let her know?" I asked
"No, I'm sorry," She apologized again, "I just got the call a few minuets before yours."
For someone who was so dominate in bed, Christine apologized profusely for minor things.
"No, really, its okay," I assured her again, "I'll call her and see if she still wants to go."
There was a moment of complete silence on the phone, then,
"Okay, you guys have fun," Christine finally said, "I really am sorry but you know how it is..."
I said that I did, and we agreed to catch a movie or something the next day. Hanging up, I dialed Ashley's number. She answered before the second ring,
"Hello?"
Recognizing her voice I said,
"Hey you, are you almost ready to go?"
Ashley also recognized my voice,
"Sure, I just got out of the shower, so by the time Christine gets over here I'll be dressed."
"Well, I just talked to her," I said breaking the news, "They called her into work again, she has to close."
I thought I could hear that pout,
"That sucks, do you want to go anyway?"
Straight to the point like always. I agreed to pick Ashley up at her house in half an hour. When I saw her I smiled. She wore a light blue tank-top that only covered about half the distance to her pierced naval, a pair of acid washed jeans that lacked their cuffs from her knees down, and white canvas mules that reveled her translucent blue toes, and gold toe ring.
"Wow," I breathed. I always said that to myself whenever I saw Ashley's outfits, but this time it just sort of slipped out.
Her smile widened,
"You like?" Ashley said as put her arms straight out and did a slow spin.
I did like. Her jeans were skin tight in all the right places, revealing just enough of her taunt tanned curves to rouse me to half mast.
"You always look good, all ready?" I replied.
She was.
We went to the bowling alley, rented shoes. Ashley produced a pair of socks from her bag, and how I was sorry to see those sexy peds go, then preceded to mop the floor with me in seven straight games. I acted like my normal self, playfully teasing her on her 'girly' bowling style, sneaking up behind her to throw off her rolls, and kept up my running line of smart ass comedy. Ashley however, seemed different. Gone was the standoffish beauty, who didn't want to talk about anything but jokes and her college classes. In her place was a woman who gave back as much teasing as she got, talked about herself more than ever before, and seemed to be flirting with me. I dismissed it almost as easily as she had dismantled me in the seven straight games. I was in an intimate relationship with her best friend, she had to know that. Plus, she was way out of my league. Christine was pretty, but Ashley made her look down right homely by comparison. It took a stranger turn at dinner afterward.
We continued our conversation at dinner, during which Ashley confessed, when I suggested she needed something more in her relationships, both friendly and intimate,
"Yeah I need something alright," She said around a slightly bitter laugh, "Like an orgasm."
I was stunned for a second, then we both broke out laughing.
"You have got to be kidding me, you've never had one?" I asked already knowing the answer from Christine.
"Nope, not once. Not even close." Ashley replied with a smile.
"Not even by yourself?" I asked around my nervous laugh.
She shuttered dramatically,
"No way, I don't do that." Her smile was gone. She looked like I'd issued an insult.
I held up my hands in surrender,
"Hey you don't know what your missing." I said as her smile returned, "What is your one thing?"
Ashley looked puzzled and repeated the question,
"My one thing?"
I leaned closer and lowered my voice,
"Yeah, your one thing. That one thing that turns your key, pushes your buttons. You know, your fetish."
Ashley had leaned closer to hear my lowered voice, as I'd intended, now she sat back in her seat.
"I don't know," She said, "I like to, you know...Be...adored."
I also sat back,
"Adored?" I repeated, "You mean worshiped?" My voice was still low, but it carried across to her.
Now it was Ashley's turn to lean forward,
"Yes and no," She whispered, "I like for a guy to ya know, make me feel like I'm his queen, his goddess."