Ashley's Education
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 6
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
Ashley arrived back at her dorm the next morning, having spent the night at the studio with Rick, Scott, and Nikki. While she managed to restrain herself from participating in the night’s activities, beyond some cleanup duties, she still had a good time. It was even worth the whistles and cheers she received as she walked through the dorm hallways still wearing her previous night’s Halloween costume.
“Nice walk of shame, Ash!” a girl’s voice called out. Followed by, “Fuckin’ lucky guy,” from a male voice as she walked past the common area.
She didn’t care. Ashley was comfortable with her sexuality and wasn’t embarrassed by it. She’d spent enough time in high school concerned about what people thought of her, letting them control her actions. She missed out on so much. Besides, she knew what she’d done that night, and it was nothing compared to what she could have done. However, watching Nikki do all the fun things she’d wanted to do made her twitch with anticipation. Her pace increased; she needed to see her roommate Trisha.
“Hey, 237! Looks like you had a fun night at your party,” a familiar male voice echoed from around a corner. Ashley’s head dropped, now just a few feet from her door.
“Hi Justin,” she said spitefully. “I did have a fun night. It was almost a perfect morning, too. Almost.”
Justin shook his head, hands out to his sides as the police stopped him. “I’ve already apologized, Ashley. There’s not much else I can do.”
“You can give up and leave Trisha and me alone,” Ashley fired back.
Justin shook his head and waved his hand in Ashley’s direction. “UGH ... whatever.”
As he turned to walk away, Ashley quickly made the last few steps to her door, unlocked it, and disappeared inside. She found the room empty, her roommate missing. Trisha’s bed was still messy, her laptop asleep but still open on her desk.
“Maybe she’s in the shower or restroom,” Ashley said to herself as she peeled the tight dress off her body. Grabbing her towel and shower supplies, she was just about to head out when the door opened.
“Oh, you’re home already,” Trisha remarked, her hair wrapped in a towel and body covered by a robe.
Excited to see her, Ashley dropped what she held onto the floor and moved swiftly to kiss her roommate. Trisha backed away, pressing herself against the door, hand raised to Ashley’s sternum.
“Maybe you should shower first,” Trisha said coolly, not making eye contact.
Guessing what this was about, Ashley protested. “I didn’t do anything, Trish, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Trish’s eyes met Ashley’s. Confusion and disbelief crossed her face. She lowered her hand but tightened up her bathrobe all the same. Sliding away, Trisha headed to her side of the room and sat down on the bed.
“You didn’t have to...” Trisha lowered her eyes to the floor once more. “ ... I said it was ok.”
“You did.” Ashley sat beside her lover on the bed. “ ... but I knew you didn’t mean it.”
“I did, though,” protested Trisha half-heartedly.
Ashley took Trish’s hands in her own, feeling the softness of her skin. The words of warning from Nikki and the guys echoed in her head, but she did her best to silence them. This was the strongest she’d ever felt romantically for another person. She loved Nikki, but as a friend; same with Scott and Rick. She could push the emotions aside and enjoy the physical, but it was different with Trisha.
“I promise, nothing happened,” Ashley reassured her. “The most I did was a little role-play skit with Nikki and some cleanup when she got ... uh ... messy.”
“You didn’t do anything else?” Trish’s eyes grew damp with tears, overcome with a strange look that Ashley assumed was relief.
Ashley shook her head, “No, I’m all for you ... if you want me.”
A tear dripped onto Trish’s bare leg, sticking out from the girl’s bathrobe. Ashley watched it fall and slowly roll down Trish’s shaved thigh and disappear between the girl’s legs. It was joined by several others, as Ashley didn’t know what she’d done wrong.
“Is everything alright? What did I do?” Ashley asked gently, afraid to make things worse.
“Nothing, I just ... I don’t know ... I’m such a mess.” Trish ran the back of her hand over her face to wipe away the tears. Sniffles came from her nose, as she shifted awkwardly in place.
Putting her arms around her friend, Ashley held her tight. “It’s ok, I didn’t mean to put you on the spot.”
Trisha shook her head rapidly, “It’s not that. Go take a shower, I’ll be fine.”
“I can stay and talk,” Ashley offered, but was turned away.
“Go on,” Trish replied, “ ... you could use it.” She then forced a fake laugh and smiled through her teeth.
“OK,” Ashley stood up. “Can we talk when I get back?”
Trisha nodded. Ashley reluctantly walked over to her discarded supplies, picked them up and headed to the door. She turned back one last time to look at her friend, eyes still red and head down, before exiting the room and crossing the hall to the shower.
The shower room was relatively quiet when she entered, except for the odd sound of a shower here or there. She got a strange look from a couple of girls she passed as she headed to a shower cubicle. Ashley didn’t know why she got the look from them, but could have been for many reasons. She never really did spend a lot of time making friends with the other girls on the floor. She’d gotten distracted by Trisha. She thought about maybe making an effort to get to know more people.
The hot water felt good on her tired body as it soaked her hair and ran over her naked flesh. Despite not participating in the night’s activities directly, she had stayed up late into the night enjoying the sight of Nikki getting taken repeatedly. It had to have been after 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning before everyone was too exhausted to go on and finally collapsed in bed. Attempting to be true to Trisha, Ashley had slept on the couch while Nikki slept with Scott and Rick on the main-stage’s bed.
“I hope I hadn’t come on too strong,” Ashley whispered to herself as she lathered up her hair. Her hands rubbed the remains of the shampoo over her body, triggering her desperate desires. She’s spent most of the night just watching others have sex. She’d been hoping when she got back that Trisha would be in the mood for some fun.
A hand wandered down between her legs, initially to see if she needed to shave, but it lingered along her slit. Two fingers ran along its length, slipping between the smooth folds and dipping into the dark wet place that hungered for attention. Her eyes closed as she dunked her head back under the flowing water while she dunked two fingers deeper inside herself.
“Ngghhh...” she moaned, tossing her wet hair back over her shoulder. She wanted more as her other hand moved up to cup one of her own breasts.
“I wish I’d done it with one of them ... just one... ” she thought; working her fingers in and out of herself. She lightly pinched her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, sending a shiver through her body. She thought about Nikki, spreadeagle with Scott in her ass and Rick pounding the small redhead’s pussy, while she’d just sat on the sidelines watching or taking a few pictures with Scott’s camera.
The sound of laughter snapped her from the daydream, as two loud girls entered the shower room close by. The fantasy broken, Ashley removed her fingers from herself and continued on with her normal routine. A few minutes later, she turned off the water, dried herself off, and brushed her teeth before returning to her room.
She found Trisha waiting, still wearing the bathrobe but her hair was no longer covered in a towel. Her curly black hair was wild as it air-dried down the girl’s covered shoulders. Trisha tossed a tissue in her bedside garbage. Ashley assumed it was to wipe up any remaining tears. Ashley said nothing, wanting to see what her roommate would say first.
“I’m ... I’m sorry,” Trisha apologized, walking towards her. “It was a rough night.”
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I did some studying and worked on my paper, but...” Trisha paused, clearing her throat. “I just thought about you doing ... you know ... and it made me upset.”
Putting her shower supplies down on her little dresser, Ashley approached Trish. “I didn’t mean to upset you. Rick and Scott are my friends, just like Nikki, I don’t have to do anything with them. Maybe we should have talked about us earlier.”
“Is there an us?” asked Trisha, staring at the beautiful girl in front of her.
“I’d like there to be, but that’s up to you too.”
Trisha turned away, “I want to but ... people are talking. We’re the lesbos of the floor, apparently.”
“So?”
“So ... I like guys, or I think I like guys. I’m all turned around right now. I like you, I mean I really like you, but can we just cool it for a while? At least in public or the showers?” Trisha asked, her eyes watery again.
Ashley nodded. She felt guilty. It seemed she’d pushed Trisha too far too fast. While Ashley didn’t care about her reputation or what others said, it was clear that the more conservative upbringing her lover had experienced was still holding her back.
“Ok, we don’t have to do anything like that again ... I’m sorry,” Ashley said, turning toward her bed to get changed. She felt a pair of hands grab her by the shoulders and spin her back around.
“Don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for,” Trisha said firmly. “This is my problem, ok?”
Ashley nodded again but watched as Trisha’s hands moved off her shoulders down her still tied bathrobe. Each hand moved overtop of her breasts, fingertips straying along the inner edge of the material, grazing the skin beneath. Saying nothing at first, Ashley waited to see what was going to happen.
“I’m just not ready to be ... out, or something,” Trisha continued, her hands reaching the knotted cord holding the robe closed, as fingers delicately pulled at the ends.
“Trish, are you sure about this? You don’t have to, you know,” Ashley replied as she felt the knot loosen and the robe open up in the front, exposing a strip of skin along the parting center. Ashley’s bald slit came into view.
Trisha grinned, taking in the sight, “I know, but I want to.”
Trisha pushed the robe off Ashley’s shoulders, and it fell to the floor in a damp heap. There was a soft push and Ashley fell backwards onto her bed, legs partially separated, with Trisha climbing on top of her looking down, dark strands of curly hair falling over her face.
“Let me apologize, the right way.” Trisha’s moist lips hovered tantalizingly above Ashley’s. Raising her head to attempt contact, Ashley was rebuffed when a grinning Trisha pulled just far enough away to evade.
Craning her neck, Ashley tried again, but Trisha retreated down Ashley’s sexy body. Instead, Ashley felt a series of light kisses moving down her neck. She squirmed in place, her pussy pulsating with increasing excitement. She had spent all last night being good and was about to get a reward. Her body radiated heat and only grew more intense as Trish’s mouth reached Ashley’s small but perky tits. She cooed, feeling Trish’s tongue trace a wet circle around her areola on her left breast, before finally placing her lips over the rock-hard nipple.
“Aaaaahhhh...” Ashley moaned, raking her fingers through Trish’s curly hair. A wet spot was already forming on the sheets beneath her.
Trish’s eyes looked into Ashley’s, enjoying the sight of the beautiful girl bending to her whims. She enjoyed the sight of her roommate in ecstasy, writhing around on the bed. She could almost taste the delectable delights that awaited her further down below. There was time though, and another nipple to suck on; which Trish kissed her way over to.
“I want to do you too,” Ashley noted as she reached to undo the bathrobe Trish still wore, but her hands were brushed away.
“Nuh-uh,” Trish teased. “This is for you and you alone ... I’m not ... I’m not in the mood myself. Just let me do you, ok?”
Perplexed, but not wanting to rock the boat, Ashley conceded. She took her hands away from Trish’s robe and returned them to the back of the girl’s head, not that she needed the encouragement. Ashley felt Trish moving southbound again, tracing a straight line down her stomach toward her navel. When there, Trisha stopped to tongue the blocked belly-way, giving Ashley a preview of what was to come from the girl’s still developing tongue work.
“Oh God!” Ashley moaned again, as Trish toyed with Ashley’s heightened senses. Feeling Trish shift to drop lower, Ashley spread her legs as wide as possible. She was already beside herself with anticipation, her sex drooling for much-needed contact. She could already feel the hot breath of Trish on her loins as the girl moved into the right place, sending shivers up and down her spine.
“Do you want it?” Trish teased.
“Yesssss...” cooed Ashley, stretching the last letter between her teeth.
“Are you sure?” Trish asked again, her eyes twinkling right above Ashley’s mound.
“Please...” begged Ashley. “I need it so badly...”
Trish blew a stream of air overtop of Ashley’s clit, driving the desperate girl crazy. She wanted to reach down and stuff her roommate’s face into her pussy, but held back because of their earlier conversation. Ashley knew she had to walk a fine line now, their carefree experimenting seemed like it might be over. She just wished she knew what she’d done to cause it, so maybe she could fix the problem. Those thoughts ran quickly from her mind, though, as soon as she felt the tip of Trish’s tongue slip through her soaking slit.
“aaaAAAHHhhhhhh!” Ashley cried out. She felt the pressure of the hungry tongue dip down into her hole to gather a large sample of her moisture before pulling it in to swallow.
Trish had already come a long way since their first real time together; she wasn’t as tentative and was willing to get her whole face wet. When they’d talked after, Trish admitted she was nervous about the taste of another girl, knowing what goes on down there herself. It took a few times for her to get used to the flavor of another girl’s body. She didn’t enjoy it as much as Ashley did, but she could handle it now.
Feeling a finger, no two, slip inside her, Ashley’s feet kicked at the bedsheets. She moved her own hands up to cup her small breasts, kneading the tender flesh and lightly pulling on her nipples. Trish’s tongue settled on a spot just below Ashley’s clit, driving her crazy. Every few seconds, a bump from a nose would send sparks throughout Ashley’s still young body that made her clench. After the fourth time, Ashley suspected it was being done on purpose.
The two fingers, soon joined by a third, moved in and out at a steady rate. It wasn’t fast, nor was it slow, it was just enough to drive Ashley wild but not push her over the edge. It was like a constant rhythm of a drum inside her, matching her breathing and her heart. The wet sucking sounds each time they entered and left filled the room. Moaning out, Ashley thrashed her head from side to side on the bed. She needed to cum badly.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” asked Trish, removing her tongue for a second.
“Yessss ... please...” replied Ashley softly, her voice a high-pitched whine.
“Let me make you cum then...”
Trish dove back in, her mouth moved the short distance up to the girl’s hard clit. Ashley groaned loudly, maybe too much so, and quickly covered her mouth with her arm. The three fingers pushed deeper, as deep as they could get, and rubbed against the sidewalls of her pussy. Ashley felt her clit getting lapped hard by Trish’s tongue; it made her gasp for air.
“I’m almost ... I’m almost...” Ashley repeated, talking into her arm, eyes closed and her back beginning to arch off the bed. She squeezed her one tit hard with her free hand, while the other readied to silence her budding scream. When Trish lightly bit down on Ashley’s throbbing clit, it sent her over.
Her back arched hard, rising high off the bed and showing off her impressive flexibility from her cheerleader days. Ashley stuffed her arm into her mouth to the point of pain, likely leaving teeth marks on herself, but she still made an audible cry. A flood of wetness oozed out over Trisha’s fingers, still lodged in Ashley’s pussy, as the girl held onto the clit between her teeth, being careful not to hurt the writhing girl it belonged to. When the waves of orgasm slowed to a ripple, Trish extracted herself from between the quivering limbs of the girl who lay panting on the bed.
“Get up here!” Ashley called out breathlessly, pulling the still dressed, curly-haired girl up to her. Trish tried to resist but didn’t put up much of a fight.
“I should ... I should clean my face.” Trish replied nervously, turning her head away as their faces got close.
Ashley smiled warmly, “You know I don’t care about that. Kiss me.”
There was a slight delay on Trisha’s part, holding back from the beautiful girl before her, before finally allowing herself to give in. She didn’t know why, but Ashley had a calming influence on her, and a carefree confidence she sorely lacked. She pressed her still slimy lips to Ashley’s, who accepted without hesitation. They fell into each other’s arms, as gentle kisses grew passionate.
Feeling her roommate’s kiss and tasting her own pussy on her lips, Ashley couldn’t help but smile. It was tough to do with her tongue in another girl’s mouth, but she made it work. Ashley pulled her lips off Trish’s and kissed all over the girl’s face, cleaning up any residual liquids that belonged to her. Her hands clung to the soft bathrobe Trish still wore, the knot in the front slowly losing the battle to hide what lay underneath.
Laying together, Ashley was able to look down between their bodies, hers fully nude and Trish’s mostly covered. The center of the robe was splitting open toward the bottom, likely due to their movements. She could just see the hint of the top of Trish’s slit, still cleanly shaven; a treat she’d like to enjoy herself. She loved eating pussy just as much as she loved a good, hard dick. The tease of Trish’s sex made her want to try one more time to change Trish’s mind; her fingers worked on the knot at the front of the robe.
Trisha noticed and reached down to stop her, “What are you doing?” Trish asked.
“I thought it would be nice if we were naked together, like usual,” replied Ashley, who knew to stop when asked.
Trisha straightened out her bathrobe, covering herself up again, and tightened the knot in front. “Not today, that was just for you; I told you.”
“But ... I don’t understand?” Ashley asked, feeling a little rejected.
“Look, I just...” Trisha paused to think. “I’m not really in the mood for me today, ok? I wanted to make it up to you though, can you accept that?”
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