Ashley's Education
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Chapter 11
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Ashley's new life begins in college. Freed from her controlling parents and partially-funded by a fledging modeling career, there are new people to meet and mistakes to make. Sometimes the best lessons happen outside of the classroom.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Fiction School Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Oral Sex Petting Small Breasts
“Where the hell is he?” Ashley grumbled, as she checked the clock on her phone for the fifth time.
“Relax, he’ll be here,” Doyle replied, sitting across the table from her.
Their group partner, Nathan, was twenty minutes late and hadn’t replied to either of their messages. Her nerves were frayed and sleep-deprived, Ashley didn’t have a lot of patience available. Every moment she had was taken up by one thing or another; readings, papers, projects and articles on most four hours of sleep at night. Her weekends were now fully booked with photoshoots, paperwork, and even signings; a ‘suggestion’ from her modeling publicist, Anya.
Ashley could see the guy across from her stare. It began to grate on her nerves.
“What? What is it?” she snapped.
Doyle simply looked at her closer. “Are you ok? You’re more on edge than usual, which is saying something...”
Ashley tried to calm herself, “Sorry, you’re right. I didn’t mean to snap at you, it’s just...”
“Oh, I know...” Doyle replied. He also shared in her frustration from working with Nathan. The guy was difficult to get a hold of at the best of times, and wasn’t much help the few times they did meet. He did seem on track though, after the last group meeting.
She caught him looking at her again, “What?” she asked again while attempting to keep her voice down.
“You look really tired, Ashley.” He said honestly, though he expected a strip to be torn from his back after.
Ashley shook her head, “You aren’t supposed to tell a girl that...” she lightly scolded. “But yeah, I am really beat right now.”
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
“I want to get this project done and off my plate, that’s what I really want.”
Doyle looked over her shoulder and saw Nathan approach. “We might just be on the verge of that. He’s here.”
The three didn’t work together very long, with Nathan saying he had to get to another class thirty minutes after he arrived. He was nearly done with his portion and took notes on how to make sure all their sections integrated together. Then, as quickly as he appeared, he was gone again to leave Ashley and Doyle alone.
“What now?” asked Doyle, knowing there was still an hour before their next class.
“I don’t know...” Ashley looked at her books and her mental schedule. She tried to figure out what she needed to do next. Instead, she yawned.
Doyle stood up, “I think we need to get some coffee in you, come on.”
Ashley gathered up her stuff and followed him, she knew he was right. She was low on energy and probably would have struggled to pay attention during her next class. They weaved through the corridors, outdoors and in, till they reached the Student Center. There was a large coffee bar there, with big comfy chairs and couches. It was a popular student hang out spot between classes, although Ashley had never actually been.
“Wanna sit down?” he asked after getting their drinks, pointing to a couple of empty chairs.
Ashley smiled, “Sure, I guess.”
She wasn’t too sure what this was. Was it an innocent drink with a work partner or was it something more? She liked Doyle well enough, they got along well since they first partnered up for this assignment. He was a good partner, better than Nathan, and he was kind of funny. Their conversations were usually limited to classes, Ashley still hadn’t told him about the call he’d overheard. She just wanted to be normal here.
“So...” Doyle paused, tapping his fingers on his knees. “ ... come here often?”
While it was cheesy, it did make Ashley smile. “No, never actually been here before. I usually stay in my room, the library ... now, or my classes.”
He was surprised, “Really? You seemed like the out-and-about type, especially after...” he stopped, knowing it was a no-go zone for her.
“I never really was...” Ashley opened up a little. “I was never allowed, to be honest. I was a cheerleader who didn’t go to the parties after the big game, or really do much of anything beyond what I was told. Here though, I guess I’ve fallen into the same routine.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that. You should do what you’re comfortable with,” he said warmly but added, “Just make sure to have fun occasionally.”
“I was having fun, things ... kind of went awry at some point. Now, I’m too busy to sleep.”
“What’s your boyfriend think of that?” Doyle not so subtly asked.
“Smooth.” Ashley couldn’t help but teasingly chide him for his attempt. He shrugged guiltily, before she continued, “I-ah ... I was sort of with someone earlier, at least, I thought I was but...”
“It didn’t work out?”
“Pfft, I still don’t know,” she replied, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. “Anyway, I’m too busy for any of that stuff now.” She stopped and grinned at him playfully, “ ... so don’t get any ideas, mister.”
“Ha ha, wouldn’t dream of it.”
Ashley shot him an untrusting eye, “I think you have...” before taking a sip of her drink.
“Anyway...” Doyle attempted to dodge the accusation. “ ... If you aren’t going out, and you aren’t seeing anyone, why are you so tired then?”
“I work a lot. My roommate keeps me awake sometimes, it’s even worse when her boyfriend who I hate, sleeps over. My weekends are spent working, pretty much all day, so I’m up late every night trying to keep on top of my schoolwork.”
Ashley was booked for two or more photoshoots that weekend, and planned to sleep there till Sunday afternoon, much to Rick and Scott’s frustration. It wasn’t Ashley herself or the work, they loved both, but they could see the exhaustion building up in her already. They both tried to talk to her, trying to get her to focus on her classes, but she stubbornly said she could handle it. They both wondered if tensions in the dorm were also partially to blame.
It was. Trisha and Justin continued their toxic relationship, much to Ashley’s annoyance. Justin even got Trisha to sneak him in one night while Ashley was asleep. Ashley should have suspected something was up, since Trish didn’t climb into bed with her that night. Ashley was woken up to the sounds of their grunts, groans and squeaks of the bed, disturbing the few hours she had to rest. She let Trish have it the next morning, since she knew Ashley had an early class that day. Trish apologized, saying it wouldn’t happen again; Ashley knew differently.
Deciding to turn the tables, Ashley asked about Doyle. “Since you know so much about me-”
“-I know shockingly little about you actually,” he cut in.
Ashley talked over him, repeating, “SINCE you know so much about me, let’s talk about you. Let’s play twenty questions with you for a change.”
Doyle laughed, “Sure, fire away. I’m an open book.”
“I’ll be the judge of that. Why are you here?” asked Ashley with a smirk.
“Here?” Doyle played dumb, “Well, I’m here to have coffee with a strange, yet secretive friend, who’s struggling with ... something.”
Ashley chuckled, “Cute. We aren’t really friends though, we barely know each other.”
“It’s not for lack of trying,” Doyle said emphatically. “But if not now, I’d like us to become friends.”
“Why?” Ashley asked tersely.
Doyle sat up in his seat, “Because you’re smart, witty, and generally very strange. I saw you in our classes during the first term and you were so alive and vibrant. I was excited when I saw we had a seminar together, but you seemed so different there; like a spark had gone out. Maybe I just wanted to get to know what happened.”
Ashley was taken aback by his words, they were really nice. “So, you were stalking me,” she teased.
“Maybe a little ... who can blame me?”
Ashley looked up and smirked, “I can; just know you aren’t going to get into my pants, mister.” She knew she was flirting, but he deserved it.
Doyle flirted back, “ ... but you’re wearing a skirt.”
Ashley simply winked.
“But seriously,” Ashley asked, “Tell me about yourself, since we’re friends and all.”
“Well, what’s there to know?” Doyle mused. “I’m from Huntington, about an hour south of here. Small town, nothing too fancy. My parents went here for their degrees and wanted me to carry on the family tradition. I don’t mind it; I like business stuff and was always messing around with their paperwork when I was a kid. I wanted to be just like them and now I’m working toward that.”
Ashley nodded. “I’m-hm, I’m the opposite. I’m from town here, born and raised. My parents are lawyers and always wanted me to be a lawyer. When I got the nerve to tell them I wanted to do something else with my life, they cut me off.”
It felt weird to be so open and honest with someone here, she’d only told Trisha about herself since she started. Ashley figured she could give a little bit of her backstory away, since Doyle was offering to share his in trade. Maybe ... maybe there was a chance they could be friends. She thought it would be nice to have another one, since Trisha was constantly occupied with Justin.
“That must have been pretty hard...” Doyle said. “Do you hear from them at all?”
“It wasn’t as hard as you’d think,” Ashley said honestly. “They controlled my life so much I wasn’t really my own person. The only thing I was allowed to do was cheerleading, and that’s because my mom did it when she was young. She thought it would be a good teamwork skill building experience for when I was at a law firm.”
Ashley paused, trying to hide a little bit of what she was actually feeling behind a brave smile, “They-um, they sent me a Christmas Email ... with a bank transfer link for a hundred dollars. The message only said, ‘Merry Christmas - Mom and Dad. If you change your mind, we’ll support you.’ I didn’t accept their money ... and I never will.” Ashley forced out a laugh, but it was clearly fake and they both knew it.
“That sounds rough. Is that why...” he thought before he finished, afraid to push her too hard; then decided to go for it, “ ... is that why you’re working yourself so hard?”
Ashley shook her head, “No, this year’s tuition got paid at Christmas. But I guess ... maybe? Maybe I want to show them, show myself even, that I made the right choice; doing what I do and going here.” She stopped and discreetly wiped a tear from her eye. No matter how much she told herself it their approval meant nothing to her, she wished they’d be even a little supportive.
It was kind of heavy, so Doyle decided to share something a little lighter about himself to cheer her up. “I’ m single, just so you know...” he tossed out there.
Ashley let out a strained chuckle, “Oh reeeeally?” she teased. “Girls aren’t throwing themselves at your door each night?”
“Only to escape once the gas wears off...” he said it off-the-cuff and then regretted it, worried she might take it the wrong way.
She stared blankly at him, his worries felt realized till she quipped back, “Yeah, that checks out. Now where did I put that rape whistle?” Ashley made a big show of digging through her bag.
“Ha Ha,” Doyle sarcastically replied. “I was dating someone through high school. We ... broke up when we decided to go to different schools.”
“Was it a mutual decide, or was it the other thing?”
Doyle shifted uncomfortably, “The other thing ... we had a plan, at least, I thought we had a plan. I didn’t find out it had changed until graduation when they called out the school she was going to. Apparently, she didn’t want to hurt my feelings.”
“That bitch.” Ashley said supportively; it made Doyle smile. “Ah, you’ll find better.”
“Thanks. And you? Like, you said you were seeing a guy before, but it didn’t work out.”
Ashley chose not to correct him. Not necessarily for her own benefit, but if he put two and two together, it would hurt Trish. No matter how things went or what happened, Ashley didn’t think it was right to out someone, especially if they were embarrassed about it; embarrassed about her.
“Yeah, I don’t know,” Ashley lamented. “I guess I thought it was more than it really was. As cliché as it is to say, I’m not exactly experienced with these things. Maybe I overreacted or ... maybe they were embarrassed to be with me.”
“How could ANYONE be embarrassed to be with you?” Saying the words didn’t even make sense to him, just from looking at her.
Ashley tried to be careful not to drop any specific details, “I never dated anyone till I got here, controlling parents, remember? Maybe I don’t know what I’m doing or maybe I came on too strong ... I probably made a fool out of myself and them in the process. Anyway, as I said, I’m too busy now for any of that stuff now. School and work are already almost more than I can handle.”
“What exactly do you d-”
“Nope.” Ashley cut him off. Her smile was warmer and genuine, “You don’t get to know that yet.”
“I’m endlessly intrigued.”
Ashley winked again, “Wouldn’t want you to get bored of me too quickly now, would I?”
Doyle grinned, “I don’t think that’s possible.” He looked at his phone, and realized they’d already spent an hour talking, “ ... but I do think we should get going or we’ll be late for Stats.”
Ashley hopped up, the caffeine and conversation reenergized her, and she grabbed her bag. “Wouldn’t want that now, would we?”
“Definitely not, otherwise we might get a spanking...”
“Ooooh,” Ashley covered her mouth, and gave a little flirty, “maybe we would want to be late then.”
“God help me,” Doyle rolled his eyes. “Let’s get going, you weirdo.”
Ashley giggled as they walked out of the Student Center side by side. They proceeded outside, chatting away on lighter topics like statistical deviation and data collection methods, the week’s readings for the upcoming course. When they entered the lecture hall, instead of Ashley’s usual spot alone near the front and center, she sat next to Doyle, a few rows back. They carried on till the professor arrived and Ashley pulled out her notepad.
Ashley sat in a chair, head tilted back, legs open in bikini bottoms, and her hands covered her bare breasts. She stayed perfectly still, her face in a smile while her mind thought of other things. She was mentally organizing her notes, optimizing her schoolwork schedule, and deciding on an approach for an upcoming paper; all while obeying instructions shouted at her by Rick and Scott.
“That’s it, now look away! Good. Give me a knowing smile...” Rick shouted, his camera snapping away.
Scott rigged the lighting, ensuring a warm glow on her face and body. They both worked as a synchronized team, knowing exactly what the other might want as they moved around their subject; in this case, Ashley.
They were close to wrapping the second long photoshoot of the day, this one for a men’s fitness magazine that wanted a sexy cover girl for the likely failing print edition. Ashley was their first pick, hot off the success of her bikini shoot in Malta. They were shocked when her representative said she agreed, thinking this was below someone like her; who could now choose anything they wanted.
“Alright, let’s take five!” Rick called out, his camera card full. “Ash! You’re doing great but...”
“ ... but what?” she asked.
“You look ... distracted. I know this is another long day. I wish you’d take a weekend off, take a break...” Rick begged, and not for the first time.
Scott handed her a robe to cover herself, though there were only a few other people besides themselves in the studio. Two reps from the magazine, who came down personally to meet with Ashley, the photographers, and Anya, her rep from the marketing firm who worked to get her gigs.
“Thanks Scott,” Ashley said as she slipped on the robe. “You know I can’t, Rick. I need to make money and keep my name out there.”
Rick held her arm and leaned close to talk quietly, “But this ... really?”
“It’s a job.”
“It’s a step above Playboy, Ashley ... and just barely.” Rick had a tough time keeping his voice down so the magazine people wouldn’t hear him.
Scott threw in his two cents, “He’s right, Ash. You’re better than this, and you know it.”
Scott paused; never one to want to meddle in his friend’s personal life. He knew these jobs were more than just about money, she was clearly still hiding from her roommate. He’d hoped they’d figure it out, but here she was on another weekend killing herself during a photoshoot.
“We’re worried about you, that’s all,” Scott added.
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