Was she kidding? Anger consumed Ashley, but she didn't say anything.
About ten seconds of silence passed, the atmosphere very strained.
"Sorry I snapped before," Jeanie eventually broke it, voice edgy in the dark. "I just, panicked. They can't know anything about this."
"Fine hun, I can be discreet," Ashley returned, her voice breezy, but inside, she was furious. What was she now, Jeanie's dirty little secret? Jeanie was acting as if she was ashamed of what they had done, already.
"I don't regret anything," Jeanie said now, uncomfortably, unconvincingly.
Ashley wanted to snappily ask the brunette why she was acting as though she did, then, but restrained herself. If she pushed Jeanie now, at this vulnerable time, she would lose her. She was already in danger of it. Jeanie had pulled away -- the closeness and intimacy that she and Ashley had gone to bed with had evaporated at Jeanie's reminder of her "real world", represented by her loud, boy-crazy flatmates.
"That's fine, hun. Relax." Ashley put her anger on the shelf for the time being, after a pause wherein she considered how to handle the girl. "Some things are personal -- some things you don't want to talk to your friends about -- or anybody else. This is obviously one of those things, for you."
"Yeah. It totally is. It's personal. They wouldn't get it," Jeanie's voice became slightly stronger, and in the darkness, Ashley could see Jeanie's slim shoulders relax slightly -- the brunette had been laying with them all knotted up. She'd been lying there like a tense ball of muscle.
Her near miss with her friends had definitely frightened her, Ashley could see that. If Kendra had bounded in and jumped drunkenly on the bed while both Jeanie and Ashley had been undressed, in their panties and nothing else, it would have been painfully obvious what had happened between the two of them, and what Jeanie herself had been getting up to with another woman.
"It's fine hun, I get it," Ashley continued now. "They didn't seem like the sort of people who would understand, from what I heard of them. You made the right decision," she played Jeanie up, making out that the brunette was an angel who could do no wrong -- then paused apprehensively to see the results.
Jeanie rolled right over, the distance, coldness and awkwardness evaporating from her body in an instant to be replaced with something like adoration, aimed at Ashley for being so understanding. She smiled at her blonde lover in the gloom.
"Thanks for being so sweet, Ashie," she whispered, sliding across the bed so she could be closer. "Thanks for understanding. I ... I can't talk to
any
of them about this, they would ... well, they're all
so
judgemental."
"You can talk to me about how you feel about this, if you need someone to talk to," Ashley told her, whilst simultaneously congratulating herself on her smooth handling of the younger girl. She slid her body up to Jeanie's, closing the distance between them on the bed, and slipped an arm around her waist. "Are you okay?" she asked, fawning over her.
"Yeah, I'm fine Ashie," Jeanie returned in a baby voice, shuffling nearer as well, and sliding her own hand over the curve of Ashley's hips, resting her fingers down the blonde's bare back.
"What's the time?" Ashley asked.
"Urm ..." Jeanie craned her neck to look at the time displayed on her sound system. "Quarter to four in the morning," she revealed.
"Gees, how late do your friends usually get back, if this is an early night for them?" Ashley queried surprisedly.
"We usually go to Splice, it's our favourite club, and it doesn't shut 'til seven thirty in the morning," Jeanie answered diligently. "It's about twenty-five minutes away from here in a cab -- sounds like the girls would have got kicked out at about two-thirty, three, then struggled for a cab -- then got back here. Splice doesn't even open until eleven-thirty -- they had their night cut
way
short."
"I sympathise," Ashley was bored with this extended reply concerning the activities of Jeanie's moronic flatmates, and allowed her fingers to gently start tracing patterns over Jeanie's shirt at the base of her back. "I'll sneak out of here at six then, baby, so there's no chance I'll bump into them and you don't need to get stressed out, okay?"
"Thankyou Ashie," Jeanie sounded awkward again.
"No no baby, don't get worked up, I understand you," Ashley crooned quickly at the stressed tone in Jeanie's voice. "Here, stick your tongue out for me," she added mischievously.
"Ashie!" Jeanie giggled. "Okay," she said, as she complied.
Ashley slid her face closer to Jeanie, so that their heads were both on the same pillow, and gently licked her tongue out too, sliding it briefly against Jeanie's, causing the younger girl to giggle again. Ashley smiled herself and repeated the motion, gently licking Jeanie's outstretched tongue.
Jeanie kept giggling at the game and moved her face and body even closer. Their tongues danced on air to the tune of delicate wet sounds, before Ashley closed the distance between them and started kissing Jeanie in earnest.
Their lips softly pressed together. Jeanie gave a happy, relaxed sigh into Ashley's mouth, and rolled yet closer still under the blankets. Ashley casually slid her hand up Jeanie's grey shirt. Jeanie wasn't wearing a bra, so Ashley's hand closed over one of her bare breasts immediately, and squeezed.
Jeanie's breathing was slightly deeper again. The breast in Ashley's hand was meltingly soft, the nipple hardening in the centre of her palm, much more than a handful as the blonde's long fingers kneaded it. She used her hand on Jeanie's chest to push the girl over onto her back, and the older woman threw a leg over her, pinning her there.
Jeanie grinned up at her, nice teeth white in the dark. Ashley looked down into her face and at her smile, and her heart lurched. She suddenly had an almost uncontrollable urge to tell Jeanie right then that she loved her -- but, cool blonde that she was, she clamped her lips shut and instead reached down Jeanie's body to the edge of her shirt, resting on the younger girl's stomach. Seizing it with her fingers, Ashley wrenched it up to Jeanie's neck in one smooth movement, sitting it under the other girl's chin and exposing her large breasts in the dim light.
"You're beautiful, hun," she told her, before dipping her head and tonguing a nipple.
"That feels nice Ashie, mmm. So are you!" Jeanie replied breathlessly, as Ashley transferred to the brunette's other breast and licked it. "Um, Ashie?" Jeanie said now, in a small voice. "Um ... I um ..."
"Yes, baby?" Ashley raised her head at the uncertain tone in the younger woman's voice, frowning slightly in concern. "You sound stressed again, what is it?"
"I um ... think I should do something to you now because ... you made me cum three times before, and ..." Jeanie began, sounding worried again.
Ashley gave a soft laugh. "Hun, tonight, I just wanted to make you feel good. I knew you were nervous, so I wanted to spoil you and make you unwind. Just relax."
"But I feel bad," Jeanie swallowed nervously. "I want to make you feel good too."
"I feel good just being allowed access to your beautiful body, baby," Ashley replied wickedly. "But look, I want to take things slow with you anyway. So we did some things tonight -- some yummy, nice things. I want to do this again with you, you know -- and then maybe we can explore a bit more -- and then a bit more after that, and so on, and so on ..." she punctuated her words with soft kisses to Jeanie's lips. "I know this is all new to you, so let's not rush and ruin it," she finished simply.
"I ... hm ..." Jeanie was now looking into Ashley's eyes, and her fingers left Ashley's back to trail lightly down the side of the blonde's face. She brought her lips in closer to Ashley's, pressing her nose beside Ashley's and sharing air intimately with her. "I think you should let me," she whispered persuasively. "I think you should start teaching your poor, innocent young lover how to make you feel good, tonight."
"Poor, young and innocent, huh?" Ashley smiled back into Jeanie's lips.
"Please, Ashie?" Jeanie gently licked the inside of Ashley's upper lip with the tip of her tongue. "Pretty please? Pretty, pretty,
pretty
please?"
Ashley was laughing at Jeanie's cutesy behaviour. "You know I can't deny you
anything
when you ask me like that!" she giggled helplessly. "Oh dear, Jeanie, you're going to have me wrapped around your little finger at this rate."
Jeanie smiled lovingly at her. "I hope so!" she shifted her body beneath Ashley's relaxedly. "I like getting my own way. So? Can I do something to you? Just tell me what to do, because I don't know ... I ... yeah, I don't want to do the wrong thing ..."
Ashley rolled off her, and lay beside her. "I tell you what, baby? My nipples have been dying for some attention all night. They've been hard and aching since you got to the door at my place and that was
hours
ago. Do you want to maybe ... lick them a little?"
She wanted to give Jeanie something that the inexperienced brunette could handle. Something erotic, but not too full on. If Ashley left everything up to her raging libido, she would have thrown her leg over Jeanie's sweet face right then and there and demanded that the young brunette eat her out until the blonde went out of her mind.
But her heart wanted Jeanie, and her head was scheming ways to make Jeanie fall in love with her -- and one of the things the older woman's brain was telling her, was to take it slow with the girl.
"Yeah, I do want to," Jeanie responded eagerly now, rolling over onto her side, and reaching one slim arm over Ashley's body to rest on the covers on the other side.
"Maybe touch them and play with them for a little bit, too?" Ashley suggested, wanting Jeanie to get used to touching Ashley's body with her hands -- so far, Jeanie had done very little touching, being too timid to do so.
