Note: This story is a sequel to my previous story: The Downfall of Ash
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Ash felt disgusting in the Uber ride home, both physically and mentally. She had a sour taste in her mouth and her skin felt covered in a dried film of sweat and ...whatever else. Every bump on the ride reminded her of how sore she was, literally everywhere. How sore she was and how hard she was still rolling - she was definitely coming down off of the MDMA but she was still absolutely high. She kind of hoped it would stay that way for a bit. She didn't want the sober thoughts and shame to seep in too quickly.
The Uber took a familiar turn and she knew she was only a few minutes away from home. She texted Craig "Hey! Sorry, I left my phone in a cab last night...Aja didn't have your contact info and I couldn't remember your number lol. So, so sorry. Just picked up phone and will be home asap!" She felt terrible, pangs of guilt that were almost physically tangible. She had to go to sleep and just forget for a while.
When she walked in the door and called Craig's name she was relieved to hear silence in return - she didn't want to deal with the possible fall out just yet, she needed to clear her mind first and sober up. As soon as she was in the familiar setting she realized how exhausted she really was. She went to the bathroom quickly, stripped and threw on a long sleeping shirt and collapsed into the bed. She lay there for a few minutes, her body trying to welcome the resting embrace of sleep but her mind still wildly racing - she was still too wired and high. She got up, took half a sleeping pill and went back to bed, drifting off as her empty stomach allowed it to act quickly.
Craig was almost at the golf course when he got the text from Ash. "Fuck, thank god she's safe" he thought to himself as a wave of relief washed over him. That sensation quickly abated, however, once the anger and uncertainty came rushing back in. He and Aja were friends on like four social media networks - couldn't they have sent him a DM so he wouldn't have been up all night worried? What made him angry wasn't that he doubted the story itself, but just that Ash was such a mess as of late that he wouldn't put getting too fucked up and not even thinking about that past her. He was tired, distracted, and angry. He called his friends to cancel his spot in the foursome and turned around to head home. "I would have played like shit anyways"
The traffic on the way home didn't help his mood in the least. It took him about 40 minutes to get back, which is why he was a bit confused when Ash didn't answer as he called for her when he first arrived. Of course, he quickly located her in the bedroom and gritted his teeth as he surveyed the scene: she was an absolute mess. Hair and makeup fucked, passed clean out face down on the bed, her sleeping shirt hiked up and bare pussy and ass exposed to the open air. His cock stirred instantly - the vulnerability of his girlfriend was extremely sexy. He tried to shake her awake - very delicately at first and then more sternly. Nothing but a brief moan in response. "well, fuck - she really went hard last night." He lay next to her on the bed and rolled her over slightly to face him, his hand stroking her hair. As mad as he was he really loved her. He leaned in and kissed that little spot on her neck below her ear that he loved so much. "Ash, you okay?" he whispered into her ear. "Yes" she mumbled, eyes still closed. "Did you have fun last night?" "I...don't..know really..." Jesus she was sloppy. He went to kiss her neck again and noticed her smell.