Chapter 2: A Surprise Visitor

I looked out at my friends' faces. "What?" I asked, confused at the somewhat stunned looks they were throwing Ashton and I

"You guys ... Were really into that..." David mumbled.

"Have you guys ever known me to back down from a dare?" I asked them.

"Well, no ... But that was..." Adam started.

"Enthusiastic, to say the least." Christina finished for him.

"Whatever. We completed the dare, didn't we?" I looked at Christina.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Lana had crossed her arms and cast her eyes downward. I'm usually a pretty good reader of body language, and Lana was definitely trying to hide disappointment.

"Yeah, I guess. Your turn, Adam." Christina did her best to move the game forward, daring Adam to give a lap dance to Jake. He did so with much gusto, cracking us all up and helping to move past the awkward moment.

We continued playing for a while, until it started to get boring. There are only so many embarrassing truths to tell and dares to complete, after all. We ended up sprawled on Dre's couches, watching old episodes of "The Office" on Netflix until everyone fell asleep at around one in the morning.

I woke up a couple hours later and looked around the dimly lit room, noticing that Adam and Christina were missing. Despite having a pretty good idea what they were doing, I decided to go look for them.

I gently lifted Ashton's head off of my chest and laid her down to fall back asleep. Tiptoeing to avoid waking anyone up, I made my way up the stairs to the living room.

When I got to the top of the stairs, I poked my head out to take a look around. "Aha!" I thought as I saw Adam leaning back on the couch with his cock in Christina's mouth. I also noticed (with some satisfaction, I might add) that his dick was considerably smaller than mine.

"Well, I'll leave you two to your business." I said under my breath.

On my way back down to the basement, I noticed that Lana was curled up in the corner, shoulders shaking in what I assumed were silent tears.

"Lana ... Is everything ok?" I whispered, laying a hand on her shoulder from behind.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She sniffles as she turned to face me. "It's just a little overwhelming to be surrounded by people who all know each other, but don't know me."

"I understand." (Okay, it was a lie, but I just wanted her to feel better about her situation.) "It'll stop being like this really soon."

"I know, but it's still hard."

"Yeah." I replied, not knowing what to say. Instead of trying to force a conversation, I just stepped toward her and wrapped my arms around her in a hug.

I let one hand slide down to her lower back and began gently stroking her hair with my other hand. After a few minutes, I pulled back and looked her in the eyes.

I raised one arm and slowly caressed her cheek with the backs of my fingers, ending the movement by cupping her chin in my hand. I gently tilted her chin up to the same level as mine and leaned toward her just like I had done with Ashton a few hours before.

"Aaron..."

I ignored her, still moving in for the kiss. When I got within a few inches, she turned her head away.

"Aaron ... I..."

"It's fine. I shouldn't have rushed you." I responded, embarrassed at my thoughtlessness.

"No ... It's not that."

"It's not my breath, is it?" I asked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"No." She let a small smile appear on her pensive face.

"I, um..." She paused to search for the right words. "I like girls."

Wow. That was a surprise. I guess it was too good to be true: gorgeous girl moves from out of town, we hit it off, everyone lives happily ever after. I decided to give her some of the old Moody charm to test her resolve.

"I also like girls! We have so much in common! Therefore, we should totally have sex!"

She laughed and said she'd pass.

"So that means..." I thought of her disappointment after my kiss with Ashton. "Excuse my prying, but do you have a crush on Ashton?"

She bit her lip before responding, as if battling mentally whether to tell me the truth or not. "It's just ... She was so nice to me when I first moved here ... And she's so gorgeous..."

"Oh, I know." I responded without thinking.

"Wait ... Do you have a crush on Ashton?" She asked, noticing my eager agreement with her assessment of Ashton's looks.

Now it was my turn to deliberate telling the truth. "Well, not exactly ... Ashton and I have a long history together. I met her a few years ago when she came to her brother's karate class. I teach classes at the dojo by the gym. We hit it off and dated for a while, but we realized weren't really interested in relationships. So, we decided to make it sort of a friends-with-benefits arrangement."

"Ah." She replied, processing the information I had given her. "So does that mean you guys... ?"

"Have sex?" I filled in. " ... Yeah, we do. I don't know how she feels about sex with girls, though, so I'd say you should give it a shot."

"Thanks, Aaron." She hugged me again.

"You're sure about not having sex with me, then?" I smirked.

"Yes. Go back to bed now." She commanded me.

"Yes, ma'am!" I snapped her a crisp salute and marched over to the couch that Ashton and I had been sharing.

"Oh, Lana! You should probably pretend that you're asleep. Adam and Christina will be back any second now."

She gave me a thumbs-up and settled back in to her beanbag.

I gently lifted Ashton's torso up and placed myself behind her on the couch, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Mmm ... Aaron..." She murmured sleepily, scooching backward to get as close to me as possible and turning her head toward me, eyes closed.

"Shhh ... Go back to sleep." I told her after giving her a quick kiss on the forehead.

I drifted off that way, Ashton in my arms and my best friends all around me.

I woke up, drowsily rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Suddenly, the thought occurred to me that this was the last day of the summer. I sighed and did my best to get up without waking anyone.

All of a sudden, I realized that Ashton wasn't still sleeping next to me. I trudged up the stairs to the kitchen, where I found her cracking eggs into a bowl.

"Ash, are you making breakfast?" I asked her.

"Well, yeah ... I was gonna make pancakes." She responded.

"That's sweet of you, but do you really know how?"

"I've seen my mom make them before." She said weakly.

"Do you want me to help?" I gently offered. My mom had taught me how to cook so I could help her if she was too busy to make dinner or something. (I hear you laughing! It's a valuable skill for men to have in this modern society! You know what, never mind.)

" ... Yes, please." She smiled, embarrassed.

"Well, you got the eggs part right." I went around to the other side of the kitchen counter and started pulling out ingredients.

Once we had finished putting the ingredients together to make the batter, I lifted Ashton up onto the counter and kissed her.

"What was that for?" She asked me, puzzled.

"For being sexy as fuck." was my crude reply.

I started kissing her again, lifting the bottom of her tank top over her chest.

"Aaron ... What if they see us?"

"I don't care." I murmured. Admittedly, this was pretty stupid, but I was a little too preoccupied to care.

I gave her nipples some attention with my hands and my tongue, but my real objective was elsewhere. I traced a line down her front with my tongue, listening to her gasp at the sensation created by cold air on the wet streak I had made.

I lifted up Ashton's legs to pull off her shorts and gazed at her beautiful pussy. Ashton liked to keep it completely shaven, which is something I wholeheartedly endorse in women.

There were beads of moisture collecting on her pussy as I made my way down. I licked up and down her slit a couple times before circling around her clit with the very tip of my tongue.

All of a sudden, I plunged my tongue into her love tunnel. Ashton moaned, muffling the outburst by covering her mouth with her hand.

I softly inserted my middle finger into her pussy. Ashton moaned even louder this time, barely getting her hand to her mouth in time to cover it up. I started gently sliding my finger in and out of her pussy, pressing on her G-spot each time.

At the same time, I licked away at her clitoris; after every thirty seconds or so, I would give it a little nibble, which drove Ashton wild.

"Aaron ... Baby, I'm cumming..." She cried out in ecstasy

I took this as a signal to redouble my efforts, so I started moving my finger even faster and gently sucked on her clit.

"Fuck ... That feels so good!! Aaahhh!!" Ashton's hips bucked as she came, her juices flowing much faster now, coating my chin and mouth. She tasted pretty good, actually: sort of tangy and fruity but with a heady edge.

After her orgasm, she slumped forward. I caught her and kissed her softly. Unlike some girls, Ashton didn't really mind tasting herself on my tongue when we kissed. This reminded me of something.

"Ashton, how do you feel about other girls? Would you go down on another girl?"

"I don't know," she responded, "why do you ask?"

"No reason," I said, thinking of my conversation with Lana, "I guess I was just trying to imagine you with another girl."