In the bedroom, Ashley is perfectly still, basking in her own afterglow and sighing. The sheets, covering her up and only leaving part of her breasts exposed so she may breathe freely, contain her body heat. She can feel herself still sweating, but makes no effort to move. Her thoughts bounce rapidly in her head, from her husband leaving straight back to her old school girl friend fucking her brains out. Her eyelids grow heavy as the faint morning light leaks through the shades on the window. She stretches her arms out then places her hands on either side of her head as she drifts off slowly into slumber.
Sunlight bathes a parking lot as Ashley gains awareness. She looks around, somewhat confused, though perfectly comfortable. She looks to her left and there parked is a shiny green Camaro. On the hood is Rochelle, wearing thigh high leather boots with large heels. Above the boots she wears incredibly tight leather hot pants, small enough to come far below her navel and show off some flesh of her ass. Her torso is wrapped in a constricting, matching bustier. Her usual hoop earrings dangle from her ears, glinting from behind her long, curly black hair that flows behind her shoulders.
"Hey, you!" Rochelle says with a smile, "I got your books."
"But... I already studied," Ashley says.
"Well, that's not what you said last night."
"What do you mean?"
"That doesn't matter right now. You're going to be late!"
"Late? Late for what?" Ashley asks as she turns around.
When she stops, the parking lot has become a grassy field. She walks forward and looks around, a gentle breeze caressing her face. Looking to her right, she sees that there is a wedding ceremony in progress.
Ashley walks forward and down the aisle, remembering her proper stepping pace and footstep order. When she arrives at where the priest is she looks around. She doesn't recognize any of those in attendance. A voice speaks next to her saying, "I do."
With a confused shake of her head, Ashley says, "But we already did this."
She looks next to her and sees a girl in a wedding gown hidden by a veil.
"Wait, what is going on?" Ashley asks.
"You may now kiss the bride," the priest says.
The girl turns to Ashley and lifts her veil, revealing a beautifully made-up Rochelle. Her eyes are wide open as Ashley fumbles over her words.
"Wait, what? But... I already did this. What is this? I, uh... I already... uh... I..."
Ashley stops her quiet babbling and stares at Rochelle. Her lips and jaw move as though she wants to keep talking, then the motion stops. She stares into the bride's eyes for a long moment.
With a sudden lean forward, Ashley engulfs Rochelle's lips, who reacts in much the same way. Rochelle's hands come up to Ashley's shoulders and their tongues begin to enter each other's mouths as the attendees start clapping.
With her eyes closed, Ashley suddenly feels her legs lifting and wrapping around a body. A feeling of penetration strikes her and she opens her eyes. She's in her bed, in her apartment. Her legs are wrapped around Rochelle's waist. Rochelle is thrusting repeatedly into Ashley, creating a sensation she has only had glimpses of before with her husband. She feels a sudden emotional surge as though whatever Rochelle was doing to her, deep inside her pussy was triggering something deep seated.
"Oh, God! Oh my God! Rochelle! Oh, baby!" Ashley screams as Rochelle continues to somehow nail her, "Oh shit! Oh! Oh! Oh, God, fuck me! Fuck me, Rochelle!, Fuck me! God, I love you! Rochelle!"
Ashley's eyes fly open. She is in her apartment. She has been dreaming and she is soaking wet all over again. Daylight pours through the window as she glances at the clock. Less than an hour has passed. She gets up and strips off her wet panties and slips out of her bra. She walks over to her closet and gazes in. Inside are all manner of expensive garments, made to look even more luxurious when places next to her husband's old shirts and pants in the same closet. She picks out a tight little white tee and grabs out a pair of pink boy-cut panties and her old school short shorts, indigo in shade, and featuring the school mascot, an eagle. She places them on the bed neatly and heads to exit the room.
Ashley opens her door to find a naked Rochelle off to one side, glaring at her.
"Oh!" Ashley says, startled," Rochelle, I..." Her eyes wander down Rochelle's voluptuous body.
"Like what you see?" Rochelle asks, shaking her now loose hair around her shoulders.
"I... um, this is a surprise!"
"You didn't mind the surprise I gave you this morning."
"Well, I... you know..."
"So how was it?" Rochelle asks as she walks up to Ashley and let her body graze hers.
"It was... okay it was incredible. But he could have found us!"
"Oh please, like he'd say anything. You know boys like that love watching two hot girls get it on."
"But I'm his wife, it... it would be different!"
"The way you were screaming? I doubt it. Nobody could resist a sound like that. Not even me," Rochelle says as she smirks and traces Ashley's shoulder with her fingernails.
Ashley jerks away slightly and laughs nervously. She says, "Wait! Um.. you know.. I could really use a shower right now."
"Oh really? Me too! What a coincidence!" Rochelle says in a flippant tone.
"No, I mean.. uh.." Ashley squeezes out of the door, unable to avoid sliding her naked body against Rochelle's. She walks backwards to the bathroom door, staring at Rochelle still. Her hand fumbles behind her and finally finds the door handle.
Rochelle walks over and places one arm over Ashley's shoulder, leaning her hand against the wall behind her.
"Look, this whole..." Ashley begins, circling her hand in the air, "..thing. You know, I just... I don't know, you know? I..."
"You wanna take it slow? We can do that," Rochelle says calmly, pulling her arm back but letting it drift down Ashley's breast, "I'll tell you what. You have your little shower and then I'll have my turn. Then we can talk about this girl..." she continues with emphasis "...on girl."
Ashley whimpers and is only able to nod and slip into the bathroom, accidentally slamming the door. She leans her back to the door and pants.
Rochelle walks away and saunters into Ashley's bedroom, her eyes wandering. She comes to Ashley's husband's night table and picks the picture he has up. In the picture, he is smiling wide, while Ashley's eyebrows are raised and her mouth barely forms a grin. Rochelle smiles as she places the picture face down.
Heading to the closet and chest-of-drawers, she looks through Ashley's clothes. She takes note of the brand names and designers and gives a look of impression. She gazes toward Ashley's husband's clothes and snorts out a laugh. Pulling, one of Ashley's silk shirts out of the closet she looks it over, then smells it gently. She places it back and opens their drawers. Inside she finds, men's boxers shorts and with a scoff, slams it shut. She finds another drawer and inside are delicate panties, both boy-cut and thong. She picks up one pair but only a faint scent of Ashley is there as they had been recently cleaned, but the joy of going through the married girl's personal belongings is enough of a thrill. Rochelle turns around and notices Ashley's clean clothes on the bed. She walks over and smiles at the short shorts that she also owns a pair of. Her eyes scan over the bed and center on the bright pink panties. She smirks as she gets an idea.
In the bathroom, Ashley is bathing in her steaming hot shower. She leathers her dark body with her hands. When she grazes over her nipples she lets out a squeak. Ashley bites her lip then purposely stimulates her nipples. Her jaws falls open and she begins to breathe hard. Her head rolls back, into the stream of the shower causing her incredibly long, wet hair to cling to her back, down past her waist and ending just above the bottom of her ass. The water pours of her as she blinks rapidly and rubs and squeezes her breasts harder and faster.
Her left hand begins to travel down her tight stomach and between her legs. Rochelle's naked body flashes into her mind. Every curve and dimple is burned into Ashley's memory. The thought of Rochelle cocking her head with a seductive look, her hand on her hip, proudly displaying her body drives Ashley to slide her fingers between her legs and rub. She begins to moan and close her eyes tight. Her right hand squeezes and lifts her breast as the other rubs her clit. The water continues to cascade over her creating a slick surface over her nipple for her hand to glide.
"Oh, Rochelle..." she whispers.
In the bedroom, Rochelle is holding the panties in both hands, one slender leg enters them. The other follows suit and she slowly pulls them up, the pink creating a beautiful juxtaposition to her tan skin.
