Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, First, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Ashley and Paula are roommates. When Paula plans an intervention to get Ashley away from her current boyfriend, something surprising happens. Eventually Ashley sees what her friends are telling her and she takes a renewed interest in Paula's brother.

Ashley and Paula were roommates in college. Once they graduated, they got an apartment together and began living in the real world. Both in their late twenties, Ashley found a job as a medical assistant and Paula, was hired as a computer systems analyst.

As best of friends, they'd been often mistaken as sisters with their tall, dark haired beauty, aside from Ashley having blue eyes and Paula having hazel. It was no big surprise when they started dating brothers. Mark and Eric were both devastatingly handsome with their tall muscled bodies and when paired with their girlfriends they often turned heads.

When Eric had mentioned moving in with Paula, Ashley had half expected Mark bring up the subject also. While their relationship was rocky, she assumed it was stress from his job as an intern in the next town over. Even though Mark tried, it seemed as though his heart just wasn't in it. When he wasn't working, he often sat around his parent's home watching sports or playing video games, without Ashley to harp on him about it. Which is the one reason he still refused to move out.

Although Paula and Eric are engaged to be married, Ashley doesn't feel like an outsider. She honestly likes him. Eric, who just turned thirty-three, is a doctor with his own practice, and is also her boss. She was the one who'd introduced him to Paula.

Both women have tried to convince Mark to move in or find an apartment together with Ashley so Paula can live with Eric. So far Mark has flat refused, but when he'd visit, he'd always leave a huge mess and an upset Ashley in his wake.

Ashley came in the door to see Mark putting his coat on and a greasy pizza box laying on her coffee-table, along with various debris of a half eaten meal. When he headed for the door without picking it up, her temper flared.

"I don't care how you are at home, Mark. When you come here, you have to clean up after yourself. You're a grown adult!"

"Well, honey, you ain't my momma, and even she don't tell me what to do," he replied. "I will call you later." He kissed her cheek and raced out the door.

"Why don't you just cut him loose, Ash?" Paula asked, entering the room after Mark had left.

"I can't, Paula. I love him."

"You've been dating two years now and he refuses to take your relationship to the next level. He's dead weight, Ash. It's time to move on."

"I think he's just unsure of himself," Ashley responded.

"Unsure of himself? Eric has told me Mark went through women like they were nothing more than playthings before he met you. The one girl he did get serious with ended up cheating on him."

"That would explain why he's afraid of commitment, Paula." Ashley shrugged while she cleaned up after Mark, again.

"How are things in the bedroom with the two of you?" Paula asked.

"Okay, I guess." Ashley blushed at the question.

"Just okay? Have you ever had an orgasm with him?"

"I've never had an orgasm," Ashley confessed and looked away from her friend, her face hot with embarrassment.

"Never? Not even with Steve or Andy?"

"No. Let's just drop it, I don't want to argue."

"We're not arguing, Ash. It's just—"

"Drop it please!" Ashley begged.

"Okay, but I still think you could do so much better."

"It's Friday. What do you wanna do tonight?"

"I invited a few friends over to watch movies."

"Cool. I gotta go or I'm gonna be late. I'll see you tonight, Paula."

"See ya, Ash." Paula watched her roommate race out the door. "Mark is history!" she said aloud then turned and walked into the kitchen to fix herself breakfast.

"Ashley doesn't know the real reason I invited everyone over tonight, Eric, so just play it cool," Paula said as she sat down at the small table in the kitchen.

"She's not gonna be happy when she realizes what we're doing, Paula." Eric raked his hands through his collar length hair while leaning back in his chair. He let out a heavy sigh.

"I know, but she'll thank us later. Besides, I think she and Jack would make a great couple."

"Your brother is a good guy, but I just don't think Ashley is interested in him that way."

"Yeah, well he's been in love with her for as long as I can remember. Eventually she'll realize how good he'd be for her." Paula took a sip of her soda. "Everyone else should be here in a few minutes. Ashley called and said she was gonna be late, she had to stop by your parents' to talk with Mark for a few minutes."

"Does Ashley know Mark's not coming tonight?"

"No, but I'm sure she'll find out. Your dad has some big shindig going on and he wants Mark there—networking or some such nonsense. That's why I planned this intervention for this particular night, I knew Mark wouldn't be here."

"It's best that he isn't here. I'd never hear the end of it from him or my parents if they knew what was going on tonight. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my brother, but he's gotta realize sooner or later he can't treat women the way he does," Eric said, taking their plates to the sink.

"So, what movies did you decide on?" Their friend Sarah took a seat on the couch.

"Appropriate ones for the theme of the evening," Paula answered.

"Which would be?"

"I chose The Break-up and War of the Roses." She made no attempt to hide the sly grin on her face.

"Ooh! Good choices!"

There was a knock at the door and Paula excused herself to answer it. Tim and Julie stood there smiling, Tim holding a bottle of wine. "Come on in. "What's the wine for?"

"You know we can never come here empty handed, Paula. We figured you already had popcorn." Tim grinned as he crossed the living room and into the kitchen.

"Yeah, we may need the wine later anyway with what you plan on doing," Julie chimed in.

"What does she plan on doing?" Ashley asked as she came out of her room, freshly showered and wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

Everyone clammed up when Ashley entered the room. She greeted Tim, Julie and Sarah, then took a seat beside Sarah on the couch. "So, everyone got quiet suddenly. What's going on Paula?" Ashley eyed her roommate curiously.

"What makes you think something's going on?"

"Everyone stopped talking when I came into the room." She took a handful of chips from the table in front of her. "Just seems kinda odd."

"Where's Mark?" Sarah asked, directing Ashley's attention away from Paula.

"Oh his dad had some party going on tonight. He said something about finding a new job," Ashley replied. "I don't know what's wrong with the job he has now."

"So he's not coming?"

"Nope. I'm flyin' solo tonight."

"Me too. Adam had to work and couldn't get the night off. He said he'd try to stop by later if he wasn't too tired, but I suspect we won't see him," Sarah replied settling back on the couch.

"Speaking of which—where's Eric?" Ashley directed her question toward Paula.

"He ran to Blockbuster to get the movies, he should be back in a few minutes," Paula placed another bowl of chips on the table in front of Sarah and Ashley.

Ashley turned to Sarah. "Did I tell you Mark's looking into buying a condo?"

"No, you didn't. You mean he's finally gonna get out of his parents' house?"

"Yeah. He wants to look out of state, though. He was talking about moving out west." There was a slight sadness in her tone of voice.

"Where out west?" Sarah asked.

"He mentioned Oregon or Nevada. Honestly, I think he wants to live in Vegas," Ashley replied.

"When did this come about?" Paula asked.

"Last week. Didn't I tell you?" Ashley looked up at Paula and saw a look of uncertainty on her face.

"No, you neglected to mention that."

"Why are you angry? This will give you the opportunity to have your own place with Eric."

"So if Mark gets a condo out west, you're moving with him?"

"That was the plan, yeah." Ashley sensed Paula's anger but continued, "Is there a problem with me moving?"

"You can't seriously be thinking of—" Paula started, she stopped abruptly, turned and walked back to the kitchen.

Ashley was about to reply to her roommate but was interrupted by a knock on the door. "I'll get it." Glancing over her shoulder one last time, she let out a heavy sigh. "What the hell is her problem?" she said under her breath as she opened the door.

"What's who's problem?" Eric asked.

"Your fiancée, Eric. I mentioned your brother is thinking about buying a condo out west and he asked me to move with him and she's freaking out."

"Eric scanned the room and smiled at their friends. Turning his attention back to Ashley, he said, "well, she does think you'd be better off—" Eric cut himself off when he saw Paula glare at him "Oops! I think I said something I shouldn't have." He placed the movies on the table in front of Sarah and Ashley and made his way into the kitchen.

"Something is going on here!" Ashley snapped. "You're all here to convince me to break up with Mark, aren't you?" She glanced around the room at the people she considered friends. None of them would look her in the eye. "Well, your silence speaks volumes." She stormed off into her room.

"Big mouth!" Paula glared at Eric. "Couldn't you have just kept it quiet for a few more minutes?"

"I didn't know you hadn't already started the 'intervention'." Eric raised his hands and made quote marks in the air when he said the word intervention.

"What's done is done. Let her stew for a bit. I'll talk to her later."

"Who wants popcorn?" Tim asked, trying to break the tension in the air.

"Look everyone, I'm sorry. It was just a bit of a surprise when I realized you were all here to convince me to break up with Mark," Ashley said, standing in the doorway of the living room half an hour later.

"It's okay Ash, we shouldn't have gone about it like this," Paula replied. "We haven't gotten very far into the movie, you want us to start it over?"

"No, I think I'll sit this one out." Ashley turned and made her way to the kitchen to fix herself a snack.

"Jack's coming by later," Paula called from the living room

"Really?" Ashley's voice perked up at the mention of Jack's name She stopped and stood in the archway separating the kitchen from the living room. "When?"

"He said around nine after he gets out of work." Paula noticed the change in Ashley's tone of voice when she mentioned her brother's name and smiled softly.

"What's he been up to lately?"

"Just working mostly. He broke up with Tanya last week and he's—sad—another relationship has ended. I invited him over so we could try to cheer him up."

"Oh—well—um—let me know when he gets here, I'll come out and say hi." Ashley turned back to the kitchen.

"What are you up to now?" Sarah whispered.

"Oh nothing," Paula replied, a devilish grin across her face. "Nothing at all."

"Don't go playing matchmaker, Paula. You know it always ends in disaster when you do."

"I don't think I'll have to do much of anything, Eric. Ash can't deny her attraction to my brother forever. Besides, it'll do her some good to have someone besides Mark interested in her, maybe it'll make it easier for her to cut the bastard loose."

"Hey! I may have agreed to be part of this, but Mark is still my brother, Paula. Just watch what you say about him." Eric tried to look offended, but he knew what a jackass his brother could be.

Ashley stood in the kitchen, peeking around the corner as Jack greeted everyone in the other room. She saw him looking around and figured he was looking for her. She turned and took a few steps to the counter where the toaster was and leaned over to look at her reflection.

"God, I look hideous!" she said, running her fingers through her hair and straightening her clothing.

"No, you look beautiful as always, Ash," a male voice from behind her replied.

His voice startled her and she jumped when she heard it. "Jack! You scared the shit out of me!"

"Sorry." He flashed a wickedly sexy grin at her and leaned against the door frame separating the kitchen and the living room, one foot crossed over the other and his arms folded in front of him.

Jack was two years older than Paula. He stood about six foot with collar length brown hair and violet eyes. She often wondered where he'd gotten his incredibly sexy eyes from because no one in his family had eyes like his. He wasn't overly muscular, but he was in good shape. He had a broad chest, slim waist and hips leading down into long muscular legs. His jeans weren't skin tight, but they were tight enough to have women thinking all sorts of sinful thoughts about him, especially Ashley.

Ashley felt as if he were looking into her soul whenever she saw him. His presence was always unsettling to her and she found herself fumbling with her words as well as her actions. This time was no different.

She fumbled with the dishes in the sink, dropping one to the floor when she turned to face him. She mumbled incoherently and refused to make eye contact with him. As she gathered up the pieces of the broken dish, she heard Paula's voice call out from the other room.

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Ashley replied to Paula. "Just clumsy," she added quietly to herself.

"Do you want some help?"

"No, thanks. I'll be fine. I'll be out in a minute."

"I can wait, I want to talk with you."

"I—I have to finish the dishes, Jack." Ashley righted herself after she cleaned up the last of the broken dish. "It may be a bit before I'm done."

"Like I said, I can wait." He took a few steps toward her and stopped when he saw her body tense and she took a step back.

"I—you—can you wait in the living room?" she stammered, still refusing to look at him.

"What's wrong, Ashley? Do I make you nervous?"

"Yes—no—just go wait in the living room please, Jack?"

Jack ignored her request and approached her again. He stood directly behind her at the sink and ran his hands down the length of her bare arms, feeling her tremble under his touch.

"You can't deny the attraction between us forever, Ash."

The longing in his voice surprised her and she couldn't help herself when he stepped closer. Her voice caught in her throat and she found she couldn't answer him. Instead she melted against him, feeling his arms wrap around her waist and pull her closer. She laid her head back on his shoulder and closed her eyes, breathing in his wonderful scent. His favorite cologne was Preferred Stock. Ashley always loved the smell of it despite Mark hating it. It always smelled especially good on Jack.

"Wha—what are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.

"Something I should have done a very long time ago." He turned her in his arms.

Jack cradled her face in his hands and tilted Ashley's head up to face him. She still wouldn't make eye contact with him. He bowed his head and captured her lips with his own. He kept the kiss light, but allowed her to feel the desire he felt for her. She ran her hands up his chest to his shoulders then tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him in for a deeper kiss.

He ran one hand up her side, causing her to shiver again. That same hand found her breast and cupped it gently while his thumb played lightly across the hard nipple through the material of her t-shirt and bra. She arched her back into his hand and heard him let out a soft moan.

He tore his lips from hers and left a trail of fiery kisses down her neck to her collarbone. His other hand cupped her firm ass and pulled her even closer against him, causing his rapidly growing erection to press intimately into her belly.

"Ahem!" a voice from the doorway said.

Jack and Ashley pulled away from each other as if they were both too hot to touch. "Paula! I—we—nothing happened!" Ashley choked out.

"Sure, whatever you say," she snickered. "I was just wondering when the two of you were going to join us."

"I—I need to finish up here." Ashley turned back to the sink ignoring the fact she'd just been busted by her roommate, making out in the kitchen. Her body was on fire from Jack's kisses and his touch and she could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest. A blush suffused her cheeks as she glanced back at Paula who was grinning broadly at her.

Jack stared at Ashley in disbelief then glanced at his sister who was looking at him sympathetically. He ran his fingers through his hair then pushed his way past Paula and into the living room. He pulled his shirt down to hide the bulge in his jeans and took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heartbeat.

"I'm glad you decided not to stay in your room all night, Ash," Paula said while the two women carried empty popcorn bowls into the kitchen.

"I didn't want to spoil everyone's fun, Paula. Besides, I know you all meant well. I'm sorry I got angry."

"So what's going on with you and my brother?" Paula blurted out. "Things looked pretty heated between the two of you earlier."

Ashley blushed from her toes to her hairline. "Okay, something did happen, as if you didn't know. But it was a mistake. I asked him to wait in the living room and next thing I know he's kissing me."

"Yeah, well you didn't look like you were putting up much of a fight from what I saw."

"There's nothing going on between me and Jack. I love Mark. I'm going to move with him when he gets his condo." Ashley knew full well she was lying to herself and to Paula about how she felt about Jack.

"You know Jack has had a crush on you since we were in college, don't you?"

"Yeah, I know. You've told me more than once. I seem to recall you even tried to set us up a few times when Mark and I were having problems."

"I just think you and Jack would—"

"Look, Paula," Ashley interrupted, "I like Jack, but just as a friend. There'll never be anything more between us. I just wish you'd drop the idea of us being together."


"No! I said drop it, Paula. You tried and failed to break up Mark and I. Now, I don't want to hear another word about it."

"Fine, but when he breaks your heart, don't come cryin' to me." Paula stormed out of the kitchen, heading for her bedroom.

"Jesus," Ashley muttered. "What the hell's gotten into her?"

Ashley finished cleaning up the dishes then stood at the sink staring blankly at the wall. She knew what Paula said was right, she didn't fight Jack when he kissed her. Her thoughts drifted to Mark. She loved him and was willing to move with him, but she knew it would also mean rarely getting to see Jack or any of her other friends again. Could she deal with that?

"Shit." She slowly headed to Paula's room and knocked quietly on the door. "Paula? Are you still awake?"

"Yeah," came Paula's reply from behind the door.

"Can I come in for a minute?"


Ashley opened the door slowly and stepped into Paula's room. She saw Paula sitting on her bed, her feet stretched out, leaning against the headboard, reading a book.

"Look Paula, I'm really confused right now. The kiss between Jack and me ignited things I never knew existed. But at the same time, I love Mark and it'd break my heart if I let him leave and move across the country."

"It's okay, Ash. I know you're confused."

"Jack's a really great guy and he deserves someone better than me."

"Tell him that." Paula saw the look of hurt in Ashley's eyes and immediately regretted her words. "I'm sorry," she said as she watched Ashley turn and walk out of her room.

"Please don't make this any more difficult than it already is." She stopped and turned to face Paula again. "I'm not angry with you. Just confused." She paused for a moment before she turned and walked toward the door again. "I'm gonna head to bed, Paula. Good night." She pulled Paula's door closed and headed to her own room.

Paula cursed under her breath then got to her feet. She changed out of her jeans into a pair of shorts, and pulled her t-shirt up around her neck to remove her bra, tossing it into the hamper after righting her shirt. She pulled a brush through her hair and sighed heavily.

She wondered if she was really being supportive of Ashley's decision to stay with Mark. Sure, she loved her brother and wanted to see him happy, but forcing Ashley to admit her feelings when she wasn't ready could only end in disaster and heartbreak for the both of them.

She fiddled with the handle of her brush before setting it back down and walking to her door. Holding her head high, she walked to Ashley's door, knocking softly.

"Yeah?" Ashley called out from behind the door.

"Can I come in?"

"It's open," Ashley replied, sitting at the vanity, confused more than ever about her feelings for Mark and now Jack. Ashley had changed out of her clothes and was wearing just a knee length t-shirt.

Paula opened the door and walked over to the vanity. "I didn't mean to upset you, Ash." She hugged her friend from behind.

"It's okay, Paula. You're right anyway. My relationship with Mark isn't going to get any better." Ashley grabbed a tissue from the box and blew her nose softly. "It's just gonna be difficult to tell him good-bye."

"I know," Paula said in a comforting tone. "I'll be here for you, Ash."

She and Paula hugged for a long time and when Paula caressed her hair, Ashley shivered, confused by the feelings she was suddenly experiencing, yet feeling comfort at the same time. The warmth of her friend caused more confusion, but it also made her feel better about the situation.

Paula's hug brought her back to reality and she felt enveloped by the warmth. The confusion left her feeling lost, her mind racing, looking at their reflections in the mirror as if waiting for a sign of what to do next.

Paula relaxed their embrace and wiped Ashley's tears before she leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. Ashley pulled away, but she didn't hesitate when Paula delivered the kiss once again, this time pulling her closer.

She turned Ashley's head to face her and placed a tender kiss on her lips. It was a heated kiss, making them both wonder what exactly was happening. Paula closed her eyes while her tongue teased the corners of Ashley's mouth, seeking access. Letting out a gasp, Ashley felt Paula's tongue merge with her own and moaned against the sensations it was causing.

Paula rose to her feet and took Ashley's hand in hers. "Come over here." She led her to the bed. "You need to get your mind off both guys for a little while." Ashley was hesitant at first, but desiring more of the comfort Paula offered, she followed her to the bed.

Both women lay down on the bed, Ashley blushing, avoiding eye contact with her roommate. Paula gathered up the material of Ashley's long t-shirt, slowly pulling it over her head then tossing it to the floor. Paula's delicate hands returned to comfort Ashley once again, tracing the darkened areola and erect bud of each nipple. The unexpected sensations caused her nipples to stiffen even more upon contact as she arched her back, pressing her breasts into Paula's touch.

"What are we doing?" Ashley asked breathless, then closed her eyes at the feeling of Paula's hands upon her skin.

"Shhh," Paula replied, propping herself up on her elbow and looking down at Ashley's flushed face.

"I—I've never been with another woman before," Ashley breathed as Paula leaned in and took a taut pink nipple into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue and nibbling softly.

"Me neither. I just want to help you take your mind off things." Paula moved away from one nipple and found the other. "This won't change our friendship, Ash. Just relax and let me do this."

Ashley didn't move. She lay on the bed allowing her roommate to bring about sensations she'd never felt before. She felt Paula's hand roam down her ribs and stomach to the soft curly hair at the top of her thighs. She was surprised to find what Paula was doing was an incredible turn-on. She knew Mark's touch could arouse her, but this was a different feeling altogether.

"Mmm," Paula breathed, releasing her lips from Ashley's nipple and watching her hand disappear between her thighs. "So wet."

Unconsciously, Ashley parted her legs when she felt Paula's fingers graze the lips of her sex. She moaned at the feeling of Paula's fingers rubbing over the hard nub of her clit and her hips began to move in unison.

Paula immersed two fingers inside Ashley's sweet cave, wiggling them when she found her g-spot and hearing Ashley moan softly. Her thumb rubbed against Ashley's clit and she could feel the silky wetness coating her fingers. A squeal escaped her parted lips when Paula's fingernail grazed the sensitive flesh inside her.

"This isn't right." Ashley moaned, her hips rocking against Paula's hand, desperate to find her release; unable to remove herself from the situation.

As much as Ashley's mind told her what Paula was doing was wrong, it felt so wonderful. She was on the verge of her first orgasm and tried to hold back, feeling ashamed in allowing this to continue.

"Don't fight it, Ash," Paula whispered. "I want you to come. I want you to know what it feels like." She moved her fingers faster in and out of her roommate's warm, wet pussy.

"Oh God," Ashley cried, fisting the sheets beneath her as she felt her climax building deep within.

"Just let it go, Ash." Paula watched Ashley's head rock side-to-side.

Ashley cried out Paula's name as her orgasm exploded through her. She was frightened of the immense pleasure she was feeling, but she couldn't hold back. Gripping the sheets even tighter, her body tensed through her release. Paula slowly pulled her fingers out. Much to Ashley's surprise, Paula slowly pushed her fingers back inside, keeping her thumb on the still hard nub of Ashley's clit.

Immediately, Ashley felt another climax begin to build as Paula slowly stroked her g-spot, bringing her over the edge once more. She whimpered her pleasure while another powerful orgasm rocketed through her second time.

She kept her eyes closed while her body floated down from the high of her release. She felt the bed shift then Paula's arm wrap around her and they both drifted off to sleep.

Ashley woke the next morning feeling more relaxed than she could ever remember feeling before. She yawned, stretched, then swung her feet over the side of the bed, resting them on the floor.

She gazed at the mirror on her vanity then felt guilt as well as shame wash over her as the events of last night came flooding back in a rush. She turned to see Paula wasn't in her bed and she quickly found the long t-shirt she usually slept in, pulled it over her head and headed out to the kitchen.

Paula was in the kitchen making breakfast, still wearing just her shorts and a t-shirt. Her hair was mussed and a soft smile played upon her lips. "G'mornin' Ash. Sleep well?"

Ashley just gazed at her roommate as she sat down at the small table against the wall. "Yeah."

"What's wrong?" Paula knew the answer before Ashley told her.

"What do you think is wrong, Paula?" Ashley replied, breaking eye contact and fiddling with the saltshaker in front of her.

"Last night?"

"Um—yeah. Don't you feel the slightest bit guilty about what happened?"

"No, I don't and you shouldn't either."

"How can you say that? You cheated on Eric and I—"

"Eric and I have a very open relationship, Ash. I know I've told you that. Besides, I intend to tell him what happened."

"What?" Ashley asked, her voice rose in surprise.

"I have no guilt about what happened last night because I intend to tell Eric what happened," Paula repeated.

"Oh perfect. So you mean I have to tell Mark?"

"No. I didn't say that."

"Then what are you saying?"

"How can you feel guilty for having an orgasm?" Paula put a plate with eggs and bacon down in front of Ashley then filled a mug with coffee and handed it to her.

"Because it wasn't with him," Ashley started, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in her cheeks.


"Honestly, Paula, I've never felt the way I did when you were—touching me last night. If I tell Mark, there's no telling what would happen."

"So don't tell him."

"But what if Eric—"

"Eric won't. I'll tell him not to, but you've got to sort out your feelings, Ash. You can't keep stringing Mark along forever and even though Jack is completely gaga over you, he won't wait around forever, especially after you blew him off last night."

Ashley pushed her plate aside and crossed her arms in front of her on the table. She rested her head on her arms and sighed heavily. What was she going to do about all this? She loved Mark, but wasn't even sure she liked him anymore, and her feelings about Jack were even more disturbing. How could she respond to Jack when she was supposed to be in love with Mark? Perhaps this was why she always shied away from her feelings about Paula's sexy older brother. They scared her and the kiss with him last night just brought everything to the surface.

Ashley's confusion turned to anger as she thought of the events of the previous night again. She appreciated the comfort Paula offered and knew the reassurances of their relationship not changing were true, but she also wondered if it was all part of Paula trying to break her and Mark up.

"Why did you do that last night?" Ashley asked, trying to keep her anger in check. "Why did you touch me the way you did?"

Paula broke eye contact with Ashley, fiddling with the fork on her plate. "I think I just got caught up in the moment, Ash. I'm sorry."

Ashley sighed heavily. "No need to apologize, Paula. I understand. I just want to know if that was a onetime thing or—"

"Oh it was definitely just a onetime thing. I just wanted to help you clear your mind, Ash. Besides, you'll find having an orgasm is very useful for relieving stress. I don't intend to touch you that way again, but you can do it to yourself."

Ashley blushed, knowing she'd never be able to do something like that to herself. She bit on her lower lip and turned her eyes away from Paula.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't do something like that!" The thought horrified her. Could she really touch herself like that?

"Yes, you can. Besides, if you haven't ever had an orgasm with Mark, how do you expect to relieve your stress?"

"There are other ways, I'm sure."

"But none that are as much fun. Besides, the orgasm I gave you or the ones you give yourself aren't anything in comparison to what you can get from a man." Paula smiled.

"Well, it did help for a bit, but I'm more confused now than I was before we—uh—you know—"

"If you don't want me to tell Eric, I won't."

"No, you can tell him if you want," Ashley replied. The last thing she wanted to do was come between Paula and Eric.

"Well, Eric and I are spending the day together today so I gotta go get ready." Paula took her dishes to the sink. "Will you be okay by yourself?"

"Yeah, Mark is supposed to come over later."

Ashley finished her breakfast while Paula disappeared around the corner. She thought about Mark and the possibilities of moving out west with him. Then her mind drifted to Jack again. She'd known him for nearly ten years and had always denied she'd thought of him as more than a friend. She sighed heavily again and took her plate to the sink.

She headed to her room and pulled out the clothes she'd wear for the day, just a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt then poked her head out the door to hear if Paula was finished in the bathroom. When she didn't hear the shower running, she took the few steps to the bathroom door and knocked quietly.

"Paula? Are you done?"

"Yeah," Paula said from behind her. "I'm done."

"Oh, I thought you were still—never mind." Ashley turned to walk back into her room.

Paula sensed Ashley's uneasiness and sighed heavily. She new last night was a onetime thing, but she worried that Ashley didn't believe her; she wondered if their trust was tarnished forever. She gathered up her purse and her keys then left a note for Ashley.

Hey Ash

Jack's coming by later to fix the computer. He didn't say what time so you might wanna make yourself scarce if Mark is coming over.

I'm sorry again for last night, I have to admit feeling and watching your release was amazing. Just remember to touch yourself the way I touched you when you feel stressed and I promise what happened between us last night, although it was wonderful, won't ever happen again.

Still friends?


She placed the note under the saltshaker on the kitchen table then headed out the door.

Ashley stood at the kitchen table reading the note Paula had left. A smile spread across her face at the thought of Jack coming over. The smile quickly faded, however when she thought of what might happen if he came over while Mark was still here. She folded the note and put it in the pocket of her bathrobe. She headed back to her room to get dressed, she didn't want to be caught in her bathrobe if Jack was coming by.

"Just a minute!" Ashley shouted through the apartment to the person knocking on her door. She didn't get a chance to get fully dressed, so she pulled a brush through her hair, closed her robe and tied it then stepped into her slippers then headed out to answer the door.

"Hey Ashley," Mark said as she opened the door to let him in. He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

"I wasn't expecting you so soon, Mark."

"Yeah, I know. I just had to come by and share my good news with you."

"Which is?" she asked as she took a seat on the sofa in the living room.

"Well one of my dad's friends from the party last night has a brother who lives in L.A. and he's looking for a new intern." He took a seat beside Ashley.


"I gave him my resume and he used my dad's fax machine and faxed it to his brother."

"Okay." She was getting impatient with him for not just getting to the point, although she pretty much knew where he was going with this conversation.

"The guy's brother hired me! I'm movin' to L.A.!"

"That's wonderful news, Mark! I'm so happy for you!" Ashley said as she hugged him.

"It's gonna be so great—the two of us livin' in L.A.—"

"Wow! L.A.," Ashley said, an uncertainty in her voice.

"What? What's wrong, Ash? Don't you want to move to L.A. with me?" Mark took her hand in his and saw the uncertainty in her eyes.

"No." She turned her gaze away from his and focused instead on their joined hands.

Mark pulled his hand away from Ashley and rose to his feet. "Why?"

"Because my family is here, Mark. My friends are here. I love living in Michigan. I don't want to move across the country."

"What family? You told me your parents are in Florida."

"They are. I'm talking about Paula's family, Mark. They've become like a second family to me."

"You can fly back to visit whenever you want, Ash. I'll even come with you if time permits."

"It's not just that, Mark. I have a job. I can't just up and leave. I have responsibilities." She tried to mask the anger brewing within her.

Mark paced the floor in front of the sofa, sighing heavily. He stopped and turned to look at Ashley.

"Who is he?"

"Who is who?"

"Who's the guy you met?"

"I haven't met anyone. Haven't you been listening to me? My family is here, Mark. I don't want to move to L.A.!" she said, now letting him hear her anger.

"That's a pretty lame excuse for not wanting to move, Ash. I love you. I want to take care of you."

"You haven't wanted to take care of me for the last two years, Mark. What's changed?"

"Nothing's changed. You know how I am about expressing my feelings."

"You've had plenty of opportunities. I think you just want your new boss in L.A. to see what a hot dish you've got for a girlfriend."

"What's so wrong with wanting to show you off?"

"I'm not anyone's possession, Mark. There are plenty of women in L.A. who would be happy to be your eye candy," Ashley snapped.

"Fine. I won't take the job."

"Yes you will. It's a great opportunity for you."

"But you won't come with me?"

"You don't need me, Mark. You'll be too busy with work to even notice I'm not there."

Mark tried to keep his anger in check because he knew Ashley was right. He'd be far too busy to spend any time with her. It didn't matter to him, though. He wanted her there. He continued his pacing, running through his mind excuses he could give Ashley to get her to go with him. He stopped when the obvious idea popped into his head. He turned and took a few steps toward Ashley, getting down on one knee and taking her hand in his.

"Marry me."


"Marry me. Be my wife. Move with me to L.A."

"I can't, Mark," Ashley said quietly. "I just can't."

"Fine!" He rose to his feet and moved toward the door. "I guess you got what you wanted, Ash."

"Which is?"

"The opportunity to no longer sneak around behind my back with the new guy you met."

"I told you I haven't—"

"When you wrap your legs around him while he's fucking you, do you scream my name?" Mark regretted the words the moment they came out of his mouth.

Ashley shoved Mark into the chair behind him. "Asshole!"

When Mark fell against the chair Ashley tumbled with him, not noticing the note had fallen from her pocket. Mark saw it first and grabbed it thinking it would confirm his accusations about another man.

"My, my! Look at what we have here," Mark started and Ashley felt sick. "And here I thought you had met another guy, I never dreamed it would be her! But that's cool with me. Ashley. I think it's so damn sexy watching two women get it on and now I won't even have to get on the internet to see it, I can watch it when I come over here!"

"Get out! Get the fuck out and don't ever come back!" Ashley rose to her feet and literally pushed Mark out the door.

She slammed the door; barely missing Mark then ran to her room and threw herself on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably. Mark's words cut her deep and she couldn't believe he'd think so little of her. She was angry and hurt. She wondered if would try to use what he learned in the note against her later. Was he going to use it to his advantage at some point? Ashley cried for nearly half an hour before she finally calmed down and drifted off to sleep.

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