It was a dark and stormy night. Twenty year old Ashley sat on her couch, watching the rain and lightning through her window. She was curled up on the seat, cuddling a pillow, and occasionally jumped at loud thunder, or bright lightning. When it was calmer, she enjoyed the storm, but held the pillow because she didn't have anyone there to hold her. She would do this often; watch the storms at night, and ponder her life, and what she would do next. A nice storm had hit every night for the past week, and for that past week, she felt more alone every night.
Suddenly the door bell rang. Ashley jumped until she realized that it was probably just a friend, or a wrong house. Maybe the pizza she ordered fifteen minutes ago. She left her pillow on the couch, and wiped away the tears in her eyes as she headed for the door.
"Hey Ashley," said Phillippe, eighteen years old, a friend of hers for about a year now.
"Hey Phil, how are you?" Ashley replied, still trying to keep her tears at bay.
"Well I was in the neighbourhood when the storm struck. For awhile I was hiding in a bus shelter, but then I realized you lived nearby so I thought I'd stop and see you."
"Yea Phil, come in. I was just watching the storm."
She led him to the couch where she was sitting. But before she could hold onto her pillow again, as if Phil knew she needed comfort, her friend pulled her close and hugged her. He was holding her as a lover would; he had an arm around her shoulder and her head leaned against his shoulder. She didn't resist both because she did need to be held, and because he was a good friend, she didn't want to upset him or hurt his feelings.
Much time passed in silence. And then something happened. Something Ashley did not expect; Phil kissed her forehead. No warning, no reason, just out of the blue kissed her. And he said nothing afterwards, just sighed and smiled. Ashley looked up at him, and saw him watching the storm. She smiled too; his lips were warm on her cold forehead. Unconsciously, she nestled her head against his shoulder, to him a sign that she enjoyed it. A few more minutes passed before he let his arm slide down to rest around her waist, his hand on her thigh. They were only good friends, but Ashley knew where this was going. For the moment, she wasn't sure if she was comfortable.
"It's ok Ashley, nothing will change between us." The look in his eyes confirmed that he was sincere, and reassured Ashley.
Moments later, Phil was massaging Ashley' inner thigh with his one hand, and the other was slowly rubbing her stomach. Ashley, though enjoying it, was a little confused and pulled away.
"I thought you said nothing would change, Phil?"
"I did, but I meant concerning tonight. No matter what happens, our friendship will not change. It will not get worse, it will never get worse. But I was trying to comfort you, you seem so sad. And I thought since you're single, you might even enjoy some..." Again, his eyes and voiced proved sincere, so Ashley leaned against him for a second time. Once more, his hands got busy; one massaging her thigh, the other her breast. She moaned a little. It had been a while since someone handled her with such tenderness, such true passion and love.
"I love you, Ashley. I always have, but I couldn't get the courage to tell you." His one hand has slid off her thigh and was now rubbing her through her pants.
"But I guess you know that now, huh?" He chuckled then kissed her passionately as she had looked at him. After their lips parted he looked deep into her eyes. Deep into her beautiful hazel eyes...light brown, with a tint of yellow and green. The hand that had been groping her breast glided to her hair and he stroked it lightly, moving it out of her face.
"Mmhmm. I've always liked you, Phil, but not like this. You know I think you're cute and everything but..." She trailed off, looking into his hazel eyes, mostly green, and then kissed him back. Ashley moaned a little more, his hand was obviously in the right place. But then he stopped, only to slide his hand around her belly button then into her pants.
His fingers slid over her panties a couple times, and then went into them. As if he had done this many times before, he played around her, never penetrating, just teasing her. A finger would brush over her shaved pussy, and make her shiver. His other hand, still on her head, held her close as he kissed her again; a passionate kiss, with plenty of tongue. Ashley caught his tongue in her teeth, and then started tickling the end of it with her own.
He let one finger penetrate, going in and out, wiggling around, rubbing, and Ashley let out a slight gasp and a moan as she released his tongue. Now free, he let his tongue slide down and started to kiss her neck, the free hand removing her shirt. He then set upon massaging her breasts. The tongue continued roaming; now stopping at her chest. He nipped at her nipples, and licked the contour of her bosom. He kissed her breasts, and licked them, and even started sucking on her now hard nipples. His finger stopped venturing inside her as he removed her pants. He let his hand slide slowly back up her inner thigh, and over her pussy once more, up her stomach, and to her breast where he massaged her. His tongue wandered lower, and played around her navel as he lightly kissed and tickled her stomach. After a few seconds, it found its way to her nether regions, and slid from side to side. Just like the fingers, he let his tongue play around her, but didn't penetrate just yet, though he did go agonizingly slow went he passed over her pussy. Ashley' hands were now gripping her breasts, as she moaned quite loudly. She jumped, maybe because of the lightning, or maybe because at that moment, Phil's tongue penetrated her. He slowly made his way in and out, and around. He was enjoying teasing her like this, because he enjoyed the sounds she was making.
Ashley stopped him. "This isn't right," she said.
