Andrew to Ashleigh Part 1 The Change
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After the incredible experience of showering with Jess, getting dressed
was a bit of an anti-climax. We traded cell numbers and Instagrams before
I caught an Uber back to my apartment. I had a feeling we'd be having a
lot of fun going forward. I certainly hoped we would!
I hoped to get settled quietly, but Taylor was already home from
Brendan's. "Well hello there! I didn't expect to beat you home. Who was
the lucky guy?"
I smiled. "Girl, actually. Jess - she works at Sephora." I laughed as
Taylor's jaw dropped. "Pick your jaw off the floor Tay, she was hot and
the sex was incredible."
"I never knew you went both ways!" Taylor seemed genuinely stunned. "So
since when?"
In that moment, I had another recollection - of getting drunk and kissing
other girls at parties, but never of anything like what I did last night.
"First time for everything. I figured I'm experimenting so much already,
what's one more little thing?"
"So, what was it like?"
"Tell you all the deets over bagels?" I somehow knew that bagel
sandwiches were a Sunday tradition for us.
"Sounds good!"
And so, I shared all the messy, sexy details with her while we ate our
Taylor ham, egg, and cheese bagels. It really seemed to turn her on. It
sure as hell turned me on to relive it.
We spent the rest of the day lazing around our apartment. I read the New
York Times in the morning, and found myself more interested than ever
before in the T Style magazine, in addition to my usuals. I did the
Sunday crossword in just over 40 minutes, which wasn't bad for me (though
I kept getting distracted by my nails while holding the pencil - that
beautiful burgundy color, and the thickness of the gel were so hot!).
After that, I watched a ton of YouTube makeup tutorials and practiced
different looks with my new makeup from the day before. By the end of the
day, I wasn't half bad!
Monday was my first day at work as Ashleigh. I was a bit apprehensive,
but everything went pretty seamlessly. I dressed a little more
conservatively than I'd have preferred, but I wanted to err on the side
of caution. I wore a pink button-down shirt with a pale blue light
sweater, and white jeans, with a cute pair of pink Tory Burch drivers.
After paying close attention to how the other women dressed, and taking a
cue from Michelle, by the end of the week I was in heels and dresses,
with a bit more makeup. It was a pretty good week; I closed two sales of
condos over $600k each and several new rental units. As I got in the flow
at work as Ashleigh, I realized the reason I was more successful as
Ashleigh than I'd ever been as Andrew was that I felt so comfortable with
myself now! It translated to a sort of easy confidence, and I found I had
a much easier time following through, pursuing leads, and closing deals
because I didn't slump back into myself at the first signs of rejection.
I pressed through them and focused on getting to yes, and clearly it was
paying dividends, as my bank account and my successful week would attest.
It was a pretty good week in other ways too. On Tuesday came news that
Morgan and Sloane were hosting a party on Friday night. That ought to be
fun - they didn't fuck around when it came to parties, so there would
probably be a lot of people there. Maybe some good eye candy? As my mind
drifted, I realized I was picturing a shirtless guy with ripped muscles
and blushed. Had my default desires already switched to guys? As I probed
the thought, I realized I was getting a little turned on at the thought
of being kissed by the strong guy from my imagination. Friday should be
interesting! On Thursday evening, I got a text from Jess: "Heyyyyyyyyy...
(: Drinks?" Drinks quickly became fucking, and Jess was just as tasty the
third time around.
I wanted to wear something fun and sexy for the party, as it was kind of
my debut, in a way. I didn't love anything in my closet, but I found a
fun lilac-colored wrap dress and a flirty pair of strappy 3" heels at
Anthropologie (I was still too intimidated to wear anything taller!). I
decided to go with shimmery purple smokey eyes and a glossy mauve lip. It
actually came together pretty well - my practice was paying off. I
especially loved the dress - it had a sexy low-cut v-neck, which really
showed off my cleavage, and while the hem hit around my ankles, it had a
slit all the way up to my upper thigh and when I walked in it, you could
almost see my thong (ALMOST - it was super-hot). I was also happy that my
mani and pedi still looked super fresh one-week in. I brought my Coach
wristlet, with just the essentials. Taylor was in a pink maxi dress with
4" nude slingback stilettos. We both looked hot - I'd have fucked us for
sure! Around 10:30 pm, we took an Uber over to Morgan and Sloane's
apartment in Jersey City. They had the top floor of brownstone, with a
sick roof deck with views of downtown Manhattan.
The party was up on the roof. There was a DJ and a bartender - I'd have
expected nothing less from Sloane as her fam was super loaded. Sloane and
Morgan greeted us with hugs and kisses when we arrived, and Paige was
already there as well. I hadn't seen her recently, but I instantly
recognized her from the photo on my dresser. They already had drinks, so
I got glasses of chardonnay for me and Taylor; then the squad and I found
a good corner for people-watching.
"Anyone interesting coming?", I asked Sloane, pitching my voice to carry
over the thumping beat of the dance music.
"Paige said her man was going to bring some of his old frat brothers from
Harvard - that could be interesting."
"Mmm, potentially yummm. I'll have to wait and see. I love how you have
everything set up, girl! This party is bananas!"
We hung out, dancing to the music, drinking more wine, and watching the
people. Around 11:30, a group of five guys came in. I recognized George,
Paige's hottie bf, so that must have been his frat boy posse; George and
three of them had on the male party uniform: untucked shirts, dark jeans,
and sneakers. The fifth was two or three inches taller than the rest, and
dressed more stylishly, with a pink button down, a sharp Navy blazer,
dark indigo jeans and black bit loafers. As I studied his face, I felt
myself growing warm; he looked absolutely delicious. He was athletically
built, with broad shoulders, long arms with strong-looking hands, and a
tight butt. Looking at him from across the room, I felt what I could best
describe as a deep hunger - it was similar to what I had felt with Jess.
I guess my brain had gotten there with guys! All I knew was that I wanted
to get in those pants, and I wanted him to run those strong hands all
over my bod. I wondered what he tasted like; what kind of kisser he was;
how big he was and what he would feel like inside me. I was super
aroused.
Wine in hand, I snaked through the crowd over to where Paige was getting
a hello kiss from her man, George. I waited for the right moment before
bumping into Paige. "Hey baby girl!", I exclaimed. "Hi George!"
The replied simultaneously, Paige just shouting, "Ash!" and throwing her
arm around me, and George saying, "Hey Ash, how are you?"
"I'm fucking great! How are you? And more importantly, who's your tall
friend back there?", I said with a smile.
George looked over his shoulder and chuckled. "The stiff in the jacket?
Alex Barnes. He was my big bro in Sigma Chi."
I knew George was a few years older than Paige, so that made Alex, what,
thirty? Something sexy about an older man, I thought.
I realized then that George had called Alex over, and he was nearly
through the crowd to us. George raised his voice to be heard: "Alex
Barnes! My man, I want to introduce you to someone. Alex, this is Paige's
friend Ashleigh McKenna. Ashleigh, this is Alex Barnes."
My eyes met and held his as I daintily held out my hand, palm facing down
to show off my mani. As he enveloped my hand in his, my heart skipped a
beat, and I felt butterflies. He was absolutely beautiful, with a strong
jaw, high, well-defined cheekbones, and a cut face. He was also much
taller than me - by at least half a foot, despite me being 5'10" in my 3"
heels; he must have been 6'4" or 6'5". He had a mischievous twinkle in
his green eyes as he smiled at me. That smile melted my heart. Oh yes, I
definitely wanted this man.
"Nice to meet you, Ashleigh!", Alex shouted over the music.
"Please, call me Ash! Nice to meet you too, Alex." I flashed my sexiest
smile at him, keeping eye contact.
He looked down at the wine glass in my hand, his glance lingering a
moment longer than seemed necessary to determine my drink was empty.
"You look like you could use a refill! What can I get you?"
"And you look like you could use a drink, period - come with me." I held
out my hand to him, which he took in his. I pulled him toward the bar,
where I got a refill on my chard, and Alex got something brown, neat (I
couldn't hear because it was loud AF!). I motioned with my head for him
to follow me to a quieter corner where the acoustics allowed for
conversation at a reasonable volume.
Alex began things: "Thanks for the drink. How do you know Paige?"
"Oh, we met at NYU and have been friends since. She's a sweetheart."
"Yeah, Georgie's definitely smitten over her. So, what do you do when
you're not partying?"
"Sleep, mostly." He laughed at that, and I laughed too. "Nah, I'm a real
estate broker. I buy and sell condos and houses, mostly in Hoboken. How
about you? It must be something more exciting than that?"
He laughed again, and sipped his bourbon, pausing to savor it. "Is it
good?" I asked.
"Oh, Russell's Reserve is one of my faves. Have you ever tried it?"
I shook my head no, and, guessing, said, "I'm not a huge Scotch fan."
He had a broad smile on his face. "You're in luck then - this is bourbon!
Try a little sip," he said as he offered me a taste.
I made sure to brush his hand with my fingers when I reached for the
glass. I sipped it and grimaced. "Tastes like it would put hair on your
chest!"
He took the bait and glanced at my breasts. "We definitely wouldn't want
that!", he replied, laughing.
I let out a throaty laugh and put the drink back in his hand, again
letting my hand brush against his. "So long as you enjoy it! I guess I'm
more of a wine and mixed drinks kind of gal. So, what do you do when
you're not partying?"
As we continued talking, I learned Alex was head of business development
for some fintech startup. It sounded pretty interesting, and he seemed to
like it. Sales jobs, I get. I had no idea what his startup actually did
though! Something about platforms and big data? I found that my mind
started to glaze over when he got into the particulars. Fortunately, over
the next two hours we talked about a ton of different things, from living
in the NYC area (he lived in Soho, which was way better than Hoboken in
my mind), to drinking (where we overlapped on our taste in wine, at
least), to our mutual love of traveling (and on that last point, we
agreed: beach all the way!). We had so much in common! The whole time I
was flirting furiously - I wanted to fuck him so badly! I made sure to
laugh at all of his jokes, I found reasons to touch him on the arm (and
let my hand linger there as I smiled at him), and I continuously smiled
up at him through my long lashes (the last one was easy, given how tall
he was!). He seemed into me, and was flirting right back - at one point,
he actually winked at me! The time flew by, and around 1:45 am, I decided
to push all of my chips to the center of the table.
I took Alex's hand in mine, tilted my head up toward his ear, and said,
invitingly, "I'm having a great time with you. Do you want to get out of
here?" I smiled sexily up at him and leaned lightly against his side.
Alex seemed crestfallen when he said, "Oh man, Ash - I wish I could. God
knows how much I wish I could. I'm flying to London in the morning for
work to prep for a big client meeting on Monday. I've been out way too
late as is." He glanced at his watch and smiled. "You seem to have made
me fall completely under your spell, so I lost track of the time. Believe
me, under any other circumstances I'd keep hanging with you as long as
you'd have me."
I had been affecting a pout, but when he dropped the bit about hanging
with me, I smiled mischievously and said, "Oh really?"
"Fuck yes, really. Can we get together when I get back in town next
weekend? I'd love to take you out for drinks somewhere quieter."
My heart fluttered, and I said, "I'd love that!" I gave him my cell
number, watched as he plugged it into his contacts.
He replied, "Awesome - something for me to look forward to during all
those boring meetings." He grinned. "While I hate to leave, I'm actually
glad you asked, because I meant to only be here for 30 minutes for
George. I need to be up at 4:45 to go to the airport!"
I smiled sexily and said, "Well, I'm definitely glad you stayed. I can't
wait to see you again."
He blushed slightly and replied, "Me too - I'll be waiting with bated
breath."
God, he was so fucking hot! I reached up and put my left hand around his
neck, pulling his head down to my upturned face. I opened my lips
slightly, and gave him a lingering kiss, my tongue gently sliding in
between his lips. His tongue caressed mine, and time seemed to stop. I
felt his hand in the small of my back, pulling me into him. Eventually we
both broke off. I looked into his eyes and teasingly said, "That ought to
bate your breath. See you soon, sexy."
He paused for a moment, then said, "Mmm.. I don't know how I'm going to
wait a week to see you again." He turned to go, before looking back over
his shoulder and adding, with a smile, "See you next weekend, babe."
As he walked away, I felt like I came down off a massive high. I was so
turned on. How would I make it a week? Morgan, Sloane, Paige, and Taylor
must have been watching, as they all converged on me, grilling me about
Alex.
"Way to go, Ash - Alex is hot as fuck!", Taylor said.
I replied, "Oh God, I could cum standing right here. He is so fucking
delicious! He's going to Europe for work in the morning, and won't be
back until next weekend though."
Sloane asked, "What then?"
"He said he'd love to take me out for drinks somewhere quieter, so I gave
him my number. I don't know how I'm going to wait though! I just want to
climb up on his cock and fuck him until he can't walk straight."
The girls all laughed and we proceeded to dance and get shitfaced on
white wine. Around 4 am, Taylor, Brendan, and I took an Uber back to our
apartment. I was jealous when I saw Brendan push Taylor into her bedroom.
I wanted Alex's cock so badly, so I went into my room, flopped drunkenly
on my bed, slipped my hand inside my thong, and fingered myself. I was
already sopping wet, and imagining Alex's cock pumping inside me got me
even hotter. I came twice in rapid succession before succumbing to sleep.
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