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Hot and Bothered - Final By: Light Clark Synopsis: After a whole lot of trouble, Ashley is finally close to accepting her new life, but there's still one, last, daunting hurdle stubbornly standing in her way. Warning: This story is significantly smuttier than my other work and contains multiple graphic scenes of a sexual nature. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Chapter 39 "That should just about do it," I remarked as a few last swipes settled my dried, brushed out hair into place. Despite that claim, I wasn't really happy with the look. That wasn't to say it looked bad. However, in the two months since I'd first turned into a girl, the pristine locks I'd had at that time had started to take on a look that was a little shaggy and unkempt. It was pretty clear that I needed a haircut. "I'll have to ask Gina about that. There's probably some giant, girly mess involved," I mused as I shifted my attention down to give my outfit one final check. Such a check really wasn't necessary. A week had passed since I went shopping with Gina, and there had been no problems with my new wardrobe in the interim. In fact, the new garments had exceeded my expectations, being plenty warm and classy, but also very sexy. The grey sweater dress I had on at the moment was filling all three of those categories as well, despite showing almost no skin. The neckline was high, making it one of the few things I owned that showed no cleavage. That didn't stop it from showing off my tits, though, as the fabric was stretched tight around those massive mounds. It wasn't one of the garments that required it, but I wore a belt with it anyway to really emphasize my tiny waist before the fabric was again pulled tight around my hips, ass, and thighs. It stopped just before my knees, creating the only real glimpse of skin for a handful of inches before high-heeled, black boots covered my calves and feet. As my eyes trailed along those various things, I let my hands do so as well, sweeping along every delightful curve. Along the way, they did make the occasional tug and shift to smooth things out, but mostly it was just an act of appreciation. Gina had an excellent eye for clothes. Content that there was nothing out of place, I grabbed my purse off the counter and spun to walk out of the bathroom. Out in the living room, I found my roommate waiting in one of the high chairs by the counter. He didn't stay there for long, popping to his feet at the sight of me. "All done?" Ollie inquired. "That depends, how do I look?" I answered with a question of my own, smirking confidently as I gestured down at my dress. "Like heaven's missing an angel," Ollie quipped, in a voice that was flat and far from serious. "Now, can I use the bathroom or are you going to need another hour on top of the last one?" I twisted my lips to one side as if struggling with that decision. "I don't know. That compliment didn't sound very sincere." "That's because you don't need me to tell you you look amazing," Ollie retorted. "You clearly know that already." "Maybe," I conceded with a disinterested shrug. "But it still would be nice to have some confirmation from someone else." A smirk curled my friend's lips even as he sighed and rolled his eyes. All that somehow was paired to a very genuine sounding, "You look amazing, Ashley, and I really mean that." "Thanks," I chirped brightly before gesturing back behind me. "You may now use the bathroom." With a chuckle and a shake of his head, Ollie walked by me, mumbling a facetious, "Thank you." With that, my roommate and I switched parts of our routine. He marched off to the bathroom for a shower and change of clothes. Meanwhile, I slipped into the kitchen in search of breakfast. A small bowl of cereal was sufficient, consumed at the same counter and in the same chair that Ollie had just vacated. There was only one problem with the morning routine. While Ollie took considerably less time in the bathroom than I did, it was still more time than it took for me to finish my cereal. That left me with some downtime every morning with little to do. There wasn't a great solution to it either. Sure, I could drive myself, but that was a nuisance in its own right. I could've also asked to switch it around, so he used the bathroom first, but then he would be the one waiting, and it would be a much longer wait than the one I endured. No, the current way seemed to be the best option. I often had work I could get started on, and if I didn't, it wasn't that hard to play with my phone for ten minutes. I did hate waiting, though. Today, I did at least have something in particular to do. Grabbing my phone, I flipped through it until I found the number for Gina. Apparently, my boss used a different number for his female alter ego to help keep that identity separate from his own. Not long after our shopping trip, he'd given it to me, so I could make it clear when I was talking to my boss and when I was talking to my friend. It was to the latter that I sent a message reading, "Hey, I think I need a haircut. What do I need to know?" The answer proved to be quite unexpected. "I don't know much. I never have to cut my hair." "She never cuts her hair?" I muttered under my breath only for realization to dawn a moment later. "Oh ... I guess her hair resets every time she changes, huh?" "But I know some people. Give me a bit and I'll find you a good salon," another message followed. Figuring that was the best I was going to get, I texted back a quick, "Thanks," and left it at that. "Must be nice only being like this a couple days at a time," I mumbled as I glanced down at myself. It wasn't just haircuts Gina skipped out on. She didn't have to worry about periods either or getting fat. Well, I supposed I didn't really have to worry about that last one either - at least for the time being. As far as I could tell, I hadn't put on any weight since becoming a girl, despite my newfound aversion to exercise. On the other hand, I had noticed that I tended to eat less than I had as a guy. I didn't drink as much either, partly because I didn't need to. It didn't take nearly as much to give me a buzz. Plus, I wasn't tossing back shots and chugging pitchers these days. A fruity drink or a couple of bottles of beer took me a while to drink and tended to fill me up so I didn't want more. I wasn't out boozing and picking up chicks all the time, anymore either. "You all set?" Ollie's voice cut through my thoughts. When I looked up, I found him standing only a few feet away, freshly showered and dressed for work. Apparently, my wait was over. "Yep," I chirped with a smile as I tossed my phone into my purse, threw the bag over my shoulder, and popped off my seat. Once I was up, I got moving, heading straight for the door. As I walked by him, Ollie's lips curled into a smirk. "What? I don't get a compliment?" "You will when you manage to actually look good," I shot back without even slowing down. "Now, come on. You're my driver, and I won't tolerate you making me late for work." Chuckling, Ollie fell into step behind me. "Y'know, it could be your turn to drive for once." "Meh, too hard in heels," I answered with a dismissive wave of my hand. "They're just boots," Ollie pointed out. "I'm pretty sure you can take them off." Glancing back over my shoulder, I shot an incredulous look and, "And get my feet dirty?" back at my friend. More chuckles slipped out of Ollie as he shook his head. "Sorry. I clearly wasn't thinking." Turning forward again, I exclaimed, "Clearly!" *********************************************** *********************************************** "No openings until next month?!" I gasped in surprise. The woman on the other end of the line offered a conciliatory, "I'm afraid so, miss, but it is with our best stylist. Normally, you'd have to schedule much further in advance to see her." Sighing, I used my free hand to tug a few strands of hair into my vision to peer at it thoughtfully. It wasn't like it looked bad. To the contrary, the fiery locks still looked great and probably would even after the wait. They were just a little ... sloppy. Plus, Gina had said this place was superb, even specifically mentioned the lady I was supposedly getting an appointment with. "Fine ... I'll take the appointment," I finally declared. "Great, and what was the name?" the woman inquired. Just as I was about to answer, I caught someone approaching my desk out of the corner of my eye. Looking over that way, I got ready to tell them to hold on for a moment only to fall silent in surprise. After all, I wasn't used to seeing Ollie up on my floor - at least not during the actual work day. "Miss?" the woman on the phone prompted. "Oh!" I blurted as my mind got back on track. "Sorry, Ashley McCormick." "Alright, we'll see then, Ashley," came the fairly typical reply. Followed by a syrupy, "Buh-bye." "Bye ..." I answered absently as I hung up, and turned my attention fully on the unexpected presence of my friend. Smiling, Ollie offered me a little wave. "Hey." "Hey ..." I parroted back, glancing over at the clock just to be sure it wasn't time for lunch or something - not that Ollie usually came to my desk even then. One of us would usually just text the other that we were ready to eat, and we'd meet down at his car. It wasn't lunch time, though. "What are you doing up here?" "I have a meeting with Greg at ten-thirty," Ollie explained, gesturing toward the nearby office door. Scowling, I shook my head. "No, you don't." A smirk curled my friend's lips. "Are you sure?" "Yes, it's literally my job to keep track of his schedule," I pointed out. Ollie shrugged. "Maybe he forgot to tell you." Eyes narrowing, I gestured across from my desk where there were a couple chairs set up. "Wait there." "Sure thing," Ollie agreed readily, walking over to sink easily into one of the seats. Still eyeing my friend suspiciously, I rose from my desk and walked over to knock on the office door. "Come in!" came the usual reply from within, leading me to slip inside where my boss looked up from his work to ask, "What is it, Ashley? "Oliver Lane is outside claiming he has an appointment with you," I informed him. "Oh, is it ten-thirty already?" Mr. Johnston asked, only to glance over at a clock to get the answer for himself. "Hmm ... not quite." "So he does have an appointment with you?" I double-checked. "He most certainly does, and I think you can go ahead and let him in," Mr. Johnston told me, gesturing at his computer screen. "I could use the distraction from this." My jaw tightened slightly at the news. "Why didn't you tell me?" "Because he's your roommate," my boss explained matter-of-factly. "And why would that be a problem unless you two are back to plotting together?" I accused. "Oh, we are," Mr. Johnston admitted freely. "Well, it's more me plotting while hoping he'll go along with it, and it has nothing to do with you, so you can stop glaring at me like that." "I'm not glaring," I stated coldly. "Yes, you are," Mr. Johnston countered. "Like you're trying to cut me to ribbons." Rattling my throat in irritation, I spat, "Will you just tell me why he's here?!" "So I can offer him a promotion," my boss finally gave a direct answer. "What?" I blurted in surprise, Why?" "Because we once plotted together," Mr. Johnston told me with a wry twist in his voice that vanished into professionalism as he continued. "And while doing so, I liked his attitude, smart, dedicated, and easy to work with. He also seems to have a good work ethic and excellent reviews from his supervisors. If I give him a promotion, I can steal him for my department." Pausing, he cocked an eyebrow at me. "Why, do you think he can't hack it?" A little taken aback, it took me a moment to shake my head and stammer out, "N-No. He, uhm ... he'll do great." "Good, then show him in so I can give him the good news," my boss directed. "And don't spoil the surprise when you go out there." "Yes, sir," I acknowledged as I turned to walk out. As I stepped through the door, Ollie's voice was waiting. "So do I have an appointment or not?" "Apparently, you do," I conceded. "And he's apparently ready for you now, so you can go on in." "Oh, okay," Ollie responded as he hopped to his feet and smoothed out his shirt. "If he fires me, you wanna take a half day, so I can have some company while I get plastered?" "I don't know ... " I offered uncertainly. "Seems like a good way to get me fired, too, and at least one of us should probably be making some money, so we don't both end up out on our asses when rent comes due." Rather than play along with the joke, Ollie adopted a worried look. "Wait ... he's not actually going to fire me is he?" Shrugging, I walked back over to my desk to sit down. "How should I know? He didn't even tell me you had an appointment with him until just now. It's quite strange. He's never done that before." Worry shifted to suspicion as my friend peered at me for a moment, gauging whether or not I was fucking with him. I made sure to give nothing else away, just getting back to work as if nothing unusual had happened. However, I did keep Ollie on the edge of my vision, so I could glance up when he started toward the office door. He did so with a distinct shadow of worry hanging over him. It was all I could do to keep myself from snickering until after the door closed behind him. *********************************************** *********************************************** "You fucking asshole," Ollie growled as he shoved my shoulder. "I can't believe you made me think I was gonna get fired when I was getting a promotion!" The shove rocked me in my seat even as I giggled in delight. "I know! It was great!" Something in between a chuckle and a growl answered me as my friend shook his head. "You ..." "Me?" I asked leadingly. Rolling his eyes, Ollie reached for his beer. "Just drink your stupid, fruity, girl drink." More giggles slipped out of me at that remark, but I didn't try to stop the feminine sound. No, I let it flow as I reached out for my glass. "Y'know, these things are actually pretty tasty. You should try one to celebrate." "No thanks," Ollie replied. "I've tried 'em before. They're just alright." In the midst of sucking a mouthful through my straw, I could only offer a nonchalant shrug at first. After a quick swallow, I added, "Well then what do you want to do to celebrate, besides just sitting here drinking overpriced bar-beer?" Cocking his head thoughtfully, my roommate shrugged. "I don't know. Didn't have anything in particular in mind beyond that." "Lame," I insulted, shaking my head. "What's lame about celebrating by hanging out with my best friend and getting drunk?" Ollie demanded in his defense. "Everything," I declared. "We're roommates. We hang out all the time. You gotta do something special to celebrate, like get laid or something. In fact ..." Trailing off, I glanced around at the immediate area. It didn't take me long to spot what I was looking for and tilt my head toward her. "She's pretty hot. How about I try to hook you up with her?" "Oh yeah?" Ollie questioned, screwing his face up incredulously. "And how exactly do you plan to do that? You're kinda missing the man part of wingman." "So what?" I huffed dismissively. "I'll winggirl it then!" The doubt on my friend's face only grew. "And how exactly is that gonna work?" "Uhm ..." I stalled for a moment, trying to think. Most of my schemes for this sort of thing did kind of rely on being a guy. I couldn't really hit on the woman like this, and she'd probably have a hard time believing Ollie and I were just friends. "I could walk by her a few times until she gets an inferiority complex so bad that she actually believes you're good enough for her?" A helpless laugh burst out of Ollie as he shook his head at me. "So your plan is to do nothing, because she'd be lucky to have a guy like me?" "Oh really?" I scoffed at that claim. "Then why don't you go make your move, hotshot? I wanna see how lucky she thinks it is." Briefly, Ollie glanced over at the girl before turning back to look at me. A moment later, he shook his head and lifted his beer to his lips. "Nah, I'm good right here." "Coward," I spat, lips curling into a smirk. Unperturbed by the insult, Ollie shrugged. "Nope, just happy with the company I've already got." Eyes dropping to the drink in front of me, I muttered, "Whatever." *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 40 "A costume party?" I questioned, screwing my face up doubtfully. Across the table from me, Gina nodded while she finished her sip of coffee, then set the cup down. "Yeah, I go to one every year for Halloween. They're a lot of fun." That claim had me tilting my head uncertainly. It wasn't that I didn't agree with the beautiful woman's assessment. I'd been to lots of costume parties on Halloween, and always loved it, but there had been a reason for that - hot girls in slutty costumes. Presumably, there would be plenty of those at whatever party Gina was talking about. She was going to be there, after all. There was just one problem. I was now a hot girl, too. "I don't know ..." I mumbled, shaking my head. "Oh, come on!" Gina pressed. "I'll make you a costume, so you won't have to worry about trying to find something that fits. In fact, I have the perfect idea for you." I tossed a suspicious look at my friend. "And what idea is that?" "I'll tell you if you agree to come," Gina answered, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. "Sounds like a really good reason to say no," I pointed out. "What?! No! Don't be like that!" Gina whined. "It'll be fun. Plus, you'll get to see me in a costume, too, and trust me, that's not a sight you want to miss." Hearing that, I couldn't help but sweep my gaze over the stunning woman and imagine her in all sorts of different outfits. It was a hard idea to say no to, but I tried my best. "Yeah, but I'm not gonna be the only one that wants to get a look. We probably won't even be there a minute before guys swarm you. Then one of them will peel you off to make his move, and I'll be stuck there by myself getting hit on by guys all night. No thanks." "Then bring Ollie along," Gina countered. "He can keep the male masses away from you," she added before an idea seemed to pop into her head, making her perk up excitedly. "Ooo, you guys could even do a cute couple's costume." "We're not a couple," I stated sharply. "So? Doesn't mean you can't dress to match," Gina argued. "Plus, everyone will just assume you're together, so those guys you're so worried about will leave you alone. It'll probably help lessen the number of bitchy comments you'll get from other girls, too, since you won't be direct competition." I tossed a dubious look at the beautiful woman. "So you want me to put on some ridiculous costume and go to a party, just so you can ditch and leave me stuck hanging out with my roommate while dealing with horny guys and bitchy girls?" "Why do you have to make it sound so awful?" Gina questioned. "Because it sounds like it's going to be awful!" I exclaimed. Rolling her eyes, the gorgeous woman let out a sigh of frustration. "Well, it's not going to be! It's going to be fun, and you're going to have it if I have to drag you there myself!" That claim got me folding my arms under my tits defiantly. "Nope. Not happening." "Ugh ... come on!" Gina pleaded. She didn't just rely on that, though. No, she had bigger guns to pull out. A forward tilt of her head and a stuck out bottom lip was combined with some big, puppy-dog eyes looking up at me. "Please?" Of course, I knew it was all an act, but it didn't matter. The performance was just too alluring, making my resistance crumble. "Fine ... I'll go, but only if Ollie agrees to, too." "Oh, he will," Gina stated without a hint of doubt. "He might not!" I argued. "No, he definitely will," Gina repeated her claim with the same supreme confidence. "He's a guy. There's no way he's going to say no to a party full of gorgeous women in revealing costumes, and it will be a party full. I got the invite through one of my model friends, and she's not going to be the only one of those there." "Oh ... " I mumbled, having no argument against that. In fact, I was suddenly much less reticent about the whole thing myself. "Yeah, he'll probably say yes." *********************************************** *********************************************** "A costume party?" Ollie repeated back to me only to immediately nod. "Sure, I'll go with you." "You sure?" I double-checked. My roommate nodded again. "Yeah, sounds fun." "Okay ... I guess I'll let Gina know then," I answered, not sure how to feel about that. One thing was for certain, though, I was definitely surprised by how quickly I'd gotten the yes. Ollie usually had to be convinced to take part in something like this, but I hadn't even had to mention the models that would be present or anything. He'd just agreed. "Hmm ... gonna have to come up with a costume, though," Ollie mused, rubbing at his chin. "You know what you're going as?" I tilted my head uncertainly. "Uhm ... sort of?" That answer had my friend's brow furrowing quizzically. "Sort of as in you have some ideas or ..." "Sort of as in, Gina said she'd take care of it for me," I answered. "Otherwise, I'd be stuck with like one of those giant rabbit suits, 'cause nothing else would fit." "Ah ..." Ollie acknowledged with a nod. "I could ask her if she's willing to get one for you, too, but ..." I started to offer only to pause uneasily. "If I do that she'll probably stick us in some kind of couple costume." "You mean like front and back of a horse?" Ollie questioned. After a slow blink, I muttered, "I don't know, but God, I hope not." "Yeah ... that would be a no go from me, too," Ollie agreed with the sentiment. "But if she just means like matching costumes or some sort of theme, I don't mind." My eyes widened slightly at that. "Really?" Ollie gave an unconcerned shrug. "Yeah, sure, why not? It's just a costume. Plus, it saves us the trouble of having to come up with something on our own." Not having any good arguments to offer, I accepted that with an uncertain, "Okay ... uhm ... I'll text her and see what she had in mind." "Great," Ollie replied. "Let me know what you hear back." "I will, but thanks to stupid purses I have to go grab my phone first!" I told him as I shoved myself off the couch. "Well, then, hurry up already!" Ollie growled with feigned impatience. "Get moving! Go!" Chuckling, I tossed back over my shoulder, "I am, you ass!" before slipping around the couch and over to the counter where I'd left my purse. Pulling my phone out of it, I started typing as I walked back to the couch. "There, sent. Now you gotta wait on her." "Ugh, women. Always taking forever," Ollie mocked even as he grinned at me. "Whatever," I huffed followed by a dismissive wave of my hand. "We're not that slow." "Says the woman who takes over an hour to get ready every morning," Ollie remarked. "That's a special circumstance!" I growled in my defense just before my phone dinged out the arrival of a text message. "See! Not slow at all!" Without missing a beat, Ollie tossed out, "I don't know, you sure are taking an awful long time to read it." Rattling my throat, I rolled my eyes before turning my attention to the text. "She says, 'No nothing like that. I was thinking a famous couple. Something like Tom and Jerry.'" "Tom and Jerry, huh?" Ollie repeated thoughtfully. "That sounds good to me." "Yeah, you can definitely play a big dumb cat that always gets his ass kicked," I jeered. Ollie tilted his head slightly to one side. "Actually, I was thinking more of you in a sexy catsuit, but I suppose you would make an adorable mouse." "An adorable mouse you can never catch," I shot back, sticking my tongue out childishly. Chuckling, Ollie shrugged. "Anyway ... you don't seem to have an issue with it, so if she doesn't mind picking up the costumes for us, tell her to go ahead." "Okay," I agreed as I typed that out and sent it off. It took almost no time at all for an answer to return. "She says she will." "Great, then that's taken care of," Ollie declared before jabbing a thumb toward the TV. "Wanna watch something?" *********************************************** *********************************************** "Wow ..." I breathed in surprise as I opened the door to the apartment. "You look great!" "Thank you," Gina chirped happily, doing a little twirl to show off her costume. The outfit wasn't the most elaborate or flawless, but it did look great - or more specifically the beautiful woman looked great in it. The main component was a black dress with long sleeves, but a very short, jagged cut skirt that showed off a lot of Gina's long, shapely legs. It also sported a v-neck so deep I could almost see her navel. That was paired with a short, hooded cape, a pointy hat, and some high-heeled boots to complete a very sexy witch outfit. "To be honest, though, it's a bit rough," Gina added. "I was too busy making costumes for you and Ollie." "Making?" I questioned, eyes widening. Gina gave an enthusiastic nod. "Yep. Well, not everything, though. Most of the accessories I just bought, and I cannibalized another costume to save some time on Ollie's." "Ah ... " I acknowledged. "Speaking of our costumes, we've been wondering. Who's the cat and who's the mouse?" "Hmm?" Gina hummed, tilting her head to the side for a moment before she caught on. "Oh! Neither of you is either." My brow furrowed. "What? I thought we were going as Tom and Jerry?" A sudden worry crept into me as the stunning woman adopted a mischievous grin, "No, I said a famous couple like Tom and Jerry." Instantly, my eyes narrowed. "Then, what's the couple?" Hefting a garment bag with one hand, Gina tapped it with the others. "If you'd let me in, already, I'd show you." "I'm not sure I want to," I retorted suspiciously. Giggling, the gorgeous woman waved off my worries. "Oh, come on. If you're going to reject the costumes, you should at least see what they are first." While I couldn't see a fault in that logic, it was still with considerable wariness that I stepped aside to let my supposed friend into the apartment. "Okay ... let's see 'em." "Ah, ah, bedroom first," Gina refused as she blew by me to head off toward my room. "Why would we need to go there?!" I growled, following after her. "Because I want to keep it a secret from Ollie," Gina declared, pausing at the door to my room to add, "Besides, you're going to have to get changed after you see it anyway." Then with one last flash of her mischievous grin, she disappeared inside. Outside, I rattled my throat in frustration, before trudging in after the beautiful woman. "You haven't gotten me to agree to this yet!" "Haven't I, though?" Gina inquired rhetorically. "I spent a lot of time on these costumes, you know. I'd be very upset if you backed out of your word and refused to go." That counterpoint had me glaring at the woman, eyes narrowed into little slits. It didn't last, though. A moment later, my face relaxed as I leaked out an exasperated sigh. "I should never accept party invitations from you. I always regret it." "Aw, come on. We had fun at the last one, and we'll have fun at this one, too," Gina reassured me. Rolling my eyes, I gestured toward the garment bag my friend was holding. "That depends on what you have in there." "Well, close the door and I'll show you," Gina offered. Another sigh slipped out of me, but I did exactly that, swinging the door closed and locking it to prevent mishaps. "Okay, show me how much I'm going to regret tonight." Giggling, Gina turned around to set the bag on the bed, unzip it, then pull an item out to show me. "This is yours, obviously." My eyes bugged out at the sight. "Oh my ... you've gotta be fucking kidding me." "Nope," Gina chirped, once again grinning mischievously. "Now, let's get started. It's going to take us a while to get your ready." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Can I get my costume yet?!" Olliie's voice demanded from outside the door. "No, handsome, not yet!" Gina called back even as her hands continued their work on my makeup without a hitch. "Well, how much longer is it gonna be?!" my roommate demanded. "Don't we have to leave soon?!" "You'll get it when I'm done with Ashley!" Gina shot back. "And how long is that gonna be?!" Ollie retorted. "Right ... about ... now!" Gina declared as she finished one last little touch before stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Perfect. You're all set." That comment earned the beautiful woman a skeptical look from me. "My makeup might be set, but I'm sure not." "Nonsense," Gina denied with a wave of her hand. "Now, why don't you go answer the door for your impatient roommate, so he can get a good look at your costume." "Don't wanna," I refuse, shaking my head rapidly, an act that set plenty of hair to swishing about in front of my face. When my hand naturally rose to push it all back behind my ear and shoulder, Gina lashed out to grab my wrist, wagging a finger at me with her other hand. "Ah, ah, it's supposed to be there. Remember?" Sighing in defeat, I gave my head another shake. "I should've just said no. I could've done it at the door. I could've done it when you showed me the costume. I could've even done it all the way back when you first invited me." "But, you didn't, and you're not going to now, so get up and go show off," Gina urged, giving me a little push to get out of the seat. "After all, you're going to be seen like this by a lot more people than just Ollie." "You are the worst friend ever," I grumbled even as I slipped off the chair to trudge toward the door. High, stiletto heels made actual trudging pretty much impossible, but I did my best. Amused giggles followed after me, along with nonchalant, "Yeah, I'm a real stinker. If your roommate wasn't filling the bunny quota, I could've gone as Bugs." The troublesome woman's obvious amusement had me shaking my head again, but there was little to do at this point. If I was going to say no, it needed to have already happened. Now, I was committed. "And don't look so gloomy," Gina added as my hand reached for the doorknob. Pausing, I tossed a sour look back over my shoulder. "What else am I supposed to be? I look ridiculous." "You know that's not true," Gina countered, making a shooing gesture with her hands. "Now, play the part, at least for the first impression." "Fine," I sighed before drawing myself up straight. No, straight wasn't right. I had to arch my back to stick my chest out and cock my hips to one side. Sticking out my lower lip to give me a little extra pout, I dropped one hand down to those cocked hips while the other returned to the doorknob. A quick twist and pull, and it swung out of the way. Waiting outside, a clearly impatient Ollie spun toward the door as it opened. Instantly, any hint of annoyance, frustration or anger vanished from his face. In their place, his eyes shot wide enough that it looked like they might burst right out of their sockets like some cartoon character. His jaw dropped as well, and it could've easily hit the floor with a heavy thunk if it had been capable of opening that far. My first instinct was to slam the door closed in my roommate's face, using its solid, opaque mass as cover to hide behind. I didn't, though, and my costume certainly wasn't interested in hiding anything. The slinky, red, sequin, evening gown that was the majority of my costume was strapless and low enough in front to show off the creamy mass of my unrestrained and barely covered tits. It was even lower in the back, dropping all the way down to just above my ass before fabric finally made an appearance. Almost immediately, a new gap opened on the side, turning into a cut away slit in the ankle length skirt of the gown that showed about as much leg as it possibly could. All of that was combined with a pair of purple opera gloves, pink heels, and an elegant, right- eye-covering coif of my bright red hair to complete my costume - as Jessica Rabbit. Fighting back the urge to squirm or hide, I forced one corner of my lips to curl up just a bit as I joked, "If you're waiting for me to start crooning, it's not gonna happen. This ain't the Ink and Paint club." While I didn't get a laugh, Ollie did finally manage to blink and breathe out, "Wow ..." "It's certainly jaw dropping, I'll admit, but you might want to close your mouth eventually," I stuck to humor. Finally realizing he was staring, my roommate clamped his mouth closed so fast that I could hear his teeth click against one another. At the same time, he jerked his gaze to the side, freeing me from his stunned stare. "I wasn't ..." "Staring? Please? You expect me to believe that?" I questioned doubtfully. "I guess not ... sorry," Ollie mumbled, reaching up to rub at the back of his head as he peeked at me out of the corner of his eyes. "That dress ... how is it even staying up? Don't tell me it's just drawn that way." Chuckling, I glanced down at my cleavage and shook my head. "Nope. Tape. Lots of tape." "Aw, why'd you have to go and ruin the mystery for him," Gina interjected as she walked up next to me to give my roommate a coquettish wave. "Hey there, handsome." "Hey Gina," Ollie greeted in turn as he swept his gaze over her costume. "You look great." "Kind of you to say, but clearly the spotlight is going to be on Ashley tonight," Gina replied, bumping her shoulder against me. "Yeah ..." Ollie agreed absently as his eyes drifted back over to me. They quickly started to look lost before he shook his head vigorously and pulled his gaze back up to mine. "You really trust tape to hold that on?" I gave my head a shake. "Nope, but there are some strings tucked in there that I can use to tie it up if I think it's gonna slip." "Ah," Ollie acknowledged before glancing back over at Gina. "And what happened to Tom and Jerry?" Even as the beautiful woman shrugged, her lips curled into a grin. "I never said that was going to be the couple. It was just an example." "Right ..." Ollie muttered, eyes narrowing slightly. "Anyway ... if she's Jessica, I'm guessing that makes me Roger, so where's my costume." "On the bed," Gina told him, gesturing toward the garment bag still lying there. "Great, excuse me" Ollie replied, giving a quick nod before ducking between Gina and me to get to the bed. When he got there and saw his costume, he added a heavy groan. "Ugh ... really? Did it have to include a rabbit suit?" "What? His name isn't Roger Rabbit-eared," Gina teased. "Guy's all rabbit, and soon you will be too." Sighing, my roommate shook his head before picking up the garment bag. "Whatever." "Hey, if you don't like it, I'd be glad to trade," I offered. Turning to me, Ollie cocked an eyebrow dubiously. "Yeah ... I think I'll stick with the rabbit suit." *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 41 "Come on. Scooch in," Gina instructed as she gave me a gentle push. Even as I rattled my throat in irritation, I did as I was told, scooting deeper into the car. "I still don't see why I have to be the one in the middle." "Lots of reasons," Gina declared as she slipped into the seat I'd just vacated. "Name one!" I huffed, folding my arms under my tits. "Well for starters, you're the smallest!" Gina declared before leaning against me to emphasize her greater height. "Just 'cause I'm the shortest doesn't mean I'm the smallest!" I argued. "You're skinnier than I am!" "Not around ..." Gina began leadingly as I felt her shift beside me. That should've been enough warning for me to know that trouble was coming, but I reacted too slowly. She got her hands down to my waist and gave it a sharp squeeze. "Here" "Hey!" I squeaked as a twitch wracked my body. "Stop that!" The stunning woman didn't relent, poking and prodding at me. "Not till you say you're the smallest!" I tried to fight my friend off, but it wasn't easy. After all, there was nowhere to escape to, and every time I thought I caught her, she'd pull free of my grasp to continue her barrage. The best I could manage was to curl up and try to cover my belly as involuntary giggles and squeals slipped out of me. "Come on! Say it!" Gina demanded as she kept up the harassment. "Alright, I'm the smallest!" I finally blurted to save myself from the torment. Immediately, Gina stopped and settled back into her seat with a big, triumphant grin on her face. "There, reason given and accepted." Growling, I gave the beautiful woman's shoulder a shove. "Reason to kick you outta the car maybe." My efforts accomplished little besides getting Gina to giggle at me. "You're the one that wouldn't accept that you're the smallest." "Ugh, whatever," I grunted angrily, turning away from the gorgeous woman which only earned me more giggles. Meanwhile, Ollie, dressed in a white rabbit suit with red overalls and a bow tie, leaned into the car to ask, "You two settled down now?" "Never, so you should probably just go ahead and get in," Gina replied. With a sigh, my roommate entered on the opposite side of the car, dropping into the seat next to me. As he did, his hip brushed against my own, causing him to blurt out, "Sorry!" and quickly jerk away from me. I tried to jerk away as well, but I didn't have anywhere to go, ending up bumping hips with the beautiful woman next to me after moving maybe half an inch. "Aw, does someone want to snuggle?" Gina teased at the contact. "Someone wants you to move over," I hissed back. "Okay," Gina agreed, only to end up scooting just enough to put a tiny half-inch gap between us. "There ya go." "Really?" I demanded incredulously Gina's only answer was a grinning shrug. Rattling my throat, I got ready to retort, but Ollie spoke up first. "Uhm ... Ash, I'm gonna have to scoot a little closer to you." "What?" I blurted, turning to look at him. "Why?" "I can't close the door like this," Ollie explained, gesturing down at the fact that he was hanging partially off the back seat and out into the space the door would need to occupy to close. "Oh, well if you have to you have to," I agreed before turning back to toss a sharp look at the woman on the other side of me. "I'm sure Gina won't mind making room." To emphasize my point, I gobbled up the tiny gap she'd given me, pushing my hip up against hers again. Rather than move, Gina kept on grinning. "Sorry. Out of room." "What are you-?" I started to argue that point, but midway through it, Ollie shifted over, bumping against me once more. "Sorry," Ollie was quick to apologize again, followed by an effort to both slide away from me and squeeze in so that he could close the door. Somehow, he succeeded at both, giving me a bit of a gap as the door clicked closed. "Alright. We all in?" Ginna asked, but she didn't wait for an answer. She just leaned forward to say to the driver, "You can get going, handsome." The young man behind the wheel tossed a smile at the beautiful woman as he answered, "Will do." While the car started up, the three of us in the back worked to get our seatbelts on. In the tight confines, that resulted in me getting brushed by hands from both sides several times. At least, such contact was short-lived. "And we get to reason two for you to be in the middle seat," Gina remarked as she reached over to poke one of my tits. "No shoulder belt to cause your girls trouble." "My 'girls' deal with shoulder belts all the time," I grumbled as I swatted her hand away. "The only thing causing me trouble right now is the fact that you won't scoot over." "Ah, reason three why you're in the middle. Very well, as you wish," Gina agreed. "What do you mean rea-?" I started to ask, but I cut myself off with a yelp of, "Hey!" when rather than move away, Gina squished in even closer to me. "That way not this way!" "But you were worried about being cold, remember," Gina argued as she wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "With you in the middle, Ollie and I can snuggle up with you to keep you warm on the ride there." Worming my hands in between us, I tried and failed to push the beautiful woman away, "You know you could've just let me wear a coat!" "And let you cover up that amazing costume?! No way!" Gina gasped incredulously. "Besides, it'll be plenty warm at the party. We've just gotta get you there, so scootch in close. You too, Ollie." "Uhm ..." Ollie mumbled uncertainly. "You don't want her to get cold do you?" Gina asked, feigning as if she was actually acting in my best interest. Whipping my head about, I tossed a sharp look at my roommate. "Don't you dare." "You were worried about being cold," Ollie remarked, one corner of his lips starting to curl up. "I'm plenty warm with this one draped over me!" I countered, jabbing an elbow into the obnoxious woman hanging on me. "I don't know ... you're acting awfully crabby for someone who's supposedly warm and cozy," Ollie pointed out. "That's because I'm trapped between you jackasses!" I growled. "Hey! Not nice! We're just trying to help!" Gina protested with mock indignance. "Yeah, we're just trying to help," Ollie agreed as he scooted in, pressing his hip up against mine as he draped an arm covered with white fur over my shoulder. "There you go. Nice and warm." Squashed in between my two so-called friends, all I could do was slouch in defeat and mutter, "I hate you both." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Aw, come on, stop being such a grouch," Gina commanded, prodding me with one finger. "Yeah, we were just having a little fun," Ollie added in their defense. "Oh yeah?" I questioned, folding my arms under my tits. "Then why did you smother me the whole way here!" A fit of giggles burst out of Gina's lips revealing her insincerity even before she said, "We were just keeping you warm." Rolling my eyes, I started to growl back, "Yeah w-" but I never got the chance to finish. "Gina!" a female voice cried out, carrying over the crowd of the party. A moment later, the owner of that voice appeared, sweeping in to give the woman she'd called out for a hug. "Mmm, it's been too long." "It sure has," Gina agreed, warmly returning the embrace for a good couple of seconds before the two women pulled apart. "Lena these are my friends Ashley and Ollie. Guys, this is Lena Fulton, soon to be top model." "Psh, not even close," Lena declared modestly, waving off the compliment before turning her attention to Ollie and me. "Pleasure to meet you, two, and I just love your costumes." "I love yours, too," I offered in return while sweeping my gaze over what the tall blonde was wearing, a skin-tight catsuit that showed off her lithe physique. She could've used a little more in the curve department, but she still looked really hot. "Thanks, but clearly I haven't put in the ... work you have," the woman remarked, her gaze dipping to my chest even as she added, "I mean, that's obviously not a wig, so you even dyed your hair for this." I blinked in surprise. "Uhm ... " "Actually, that's her natural hair color," Gina jumped in to say, followed by a conspiratorial lean in close to her friend. The volume at which she said, "The boobs are natural, too," was anything but conspiratorial, though, easily overheard even with the sound of the party. The way the blonde's eyes widened in surprise had me straightening up proudly. "Yeah, my costume didn't really take any work at all." "Wow well ... always best to work with what you have, I suppose," Lena rattled off quickly before flipping her attention back to her friend. "Anyway ... Gina the girls are going to be so excited to see you again. You simply must come say hello." "Of course," Gina agreed. "Where are they?" "Oh, here let me show you," Lena replied, beckoning for the stunning woman to follow her as she turned to walk off. Glancing my way, Gina tossed me a quick, "Be back soon," before sashaying off to follow her model friend. "Guess we're not invited," Ollie remarked as he watched the two women leave. "Seems that way," I muttered absently, scowling down at my tits. Leaning forward, Ollie furrowed his brow before asking, "Something wrong?" "Huh?" I mumbled as I jerked my gaze up. Then, the question finally registered and I shook my head. "No, it's just ... no." Ollie twisted his features dubiously. "You say 'no', but it sounds like 'yes'." Chuckling, I gave a little shrug. "It's nothing, just trying to figure out why it seems like everyone thinks my tits are fake." A snorted laugh was my answer. "What?!" I huffed in irritation. "Nothing it's just ... I mean ... come on. Isn't it obvious?" Ollie questioned. "That costume is - very - apt, and not just because you're gorgeous and have red hair." That last bit had me leaning back as I peered at my friend through narrowed eyes. "So what? You're saying I look like a cartoon?" Ollie tilted his head back and forth. "Little bit." "Well, fuck you!" I spat. "Sorry! I didn't mean it in a bad way!" Ollie exclaimed, lifting his hands in surrender. "How is calling me cartoonish not supposed to be an insult?!" I demanded. "It's ... " Ollie started an explanation, but ended up just trailing off. Beckoning with my hands, I pressed, "Well, come on. This should be good. Let's hear it." "Well, uhm ..." again my friend floundered, but just as I was getting ready to speak up again he beat me to the punch. "I meant it more like you're ... unreal." My face twisted skeptically. "Unreal?" "Yeah," Ollie confirmed. "And how is that supposed to be any better?" I questioned. "What? Is there just something about me that makes me look like I'm made of plastic?" "No!" Ollie exclaimed, followed by a frustrated growl. "You're just so ..." Rather than try to find a word, he just waved a hand at my body. "... that it ... doesn't seem possible. You're too ..." "What? Busty?" I guessed. "It's not-" "Beautiful," Ollie gave his actual answer. Stumbling over my interrupted retort, I managed only a weak, "Oh," as my gaze dropped to the floor. After that, I just stood there, not saying anything else. Ollie didn't speak up either. I could tell he was looking at me, though, even without looking at him. Somehow, I could feel his eyes on me, and the palpability of their presence just grew and grew and- "Well, I could really use a drink!" I blurted out, apropos of nothing. "Oh, allow me," Ollie offered, immediately starting off into the crowd. "I can get my own drink," I pointed out. Pausing, Ollie glanced back over his shoulder at me. "I know, but I could use a drink, too, so I figured I could get something for both of us." I started to argue that I could get two drinks as easily as one, but the words never made it past my lips. Instead, I huffed out an uncaring, "Whatever. Just hurry up." Smirking, Ollie gave me a quick nod and a "Sure thing," before slipping off into the crowd. *********************************************** *********************************************** "Yeah! Woo!" I blasted out nice and loud. Despite the volume, my cries were lost in a chorus of similar sounds, because I was far from the only person cheering the sight before me. There was a throng of guys gathered around to see it, too, and even a fair number of girls. Pretty much all of them did something to celebrate what was happening just as we had all been egging it on just moments ago. In the midst of that cheering crowd were two women, currently locked lip to lip. The more eager of the couple, Gina not only embraced her counterpart, but had started to push the other girl over backward in a classic show of passion. The other girl, a curvy brunette in a fairy costume named Samantha, clung to her counterpart as well, but mostly just to keep herself from falling to the ground. When the two finally straightened up from their kiss, Gina raised a hand like she was a triumphant fighter in the ring and let out a loud whoop. That in turn led to the crowd bursting out in another celebratory cheer. Meanwhile, her counterpart stood there with cheeks flushed red as she leaned a little forward, clutching a hand to her chest, and gasping for breath. "That was great!" Bobby, Samantha's boyfriend, declared as the kissing pair returned to our group. "You and Ashley should kiss next!" A loud smack followed right on the heels of that suggestion as his girlfriend swatted him on the arm. "Ah! What was that for?!" Glaring at her boyfriend, Samantha hissed, "You know what it was for." Giggling at the couple's reaction, Gina glanced over at me. "What do you say, Ash? Wanna smooch? I'm sure the crowd will be behind it." "Sure," I agreed with a shrug before tossing back what was left of my glass of champagne and thrusting the empty into Ollie's hands. "Go get me another one of these." "And miss this kiss I'm hearing about?" Ollie questioned, followed by a shake of his head. "Not a chance." "Then get it after! Jeez!" I huffed, lazily flailing a hand over my shoulder at my roommate even as I turned toward Gina. "Alright, babe, one kiss coming u-" I cut myself off with a startled gasp as my first step caught the ground wrong, threatening to roll my ankle to the side. I tried to stumble that way to keep my feet under me and catch my balance, but what actually ended up catching me was Gina. "Little tipsy, aren't ya?" Gina teased as I leaned heavily against her. Shaking my head, I got myself turned around, so that I could straighten up. "Nope. I'm perfectly steady. There must've been something on the floor." "Sure there was," the beautiful woman agreed without agreeing. "There w-!" I started to insist, but I never got the chance. Deftly, one of Gina's hands caught my chin, using it to tilt my head back. A moment later, her lips were on mine, and I completely forgot about what I was going to say. It couldn't have been all that important anyway. Nothing seemed to be when compared to making out with the stunning woman. No, it was a far better use of my focus to press up into the kiss, even going so far as to slide my arms around the taller woman's shoulders so that I could try to pull us together. Despite my best efforts, Gina broke away after a few seconds of passion. "Mmm, incredible as always, cutie," Gina complimented as she pulled back, disentangling herself from my arms. "You too," I purred, eyeing the stunning woman suggestively. "Wow ... that was so hot ..." Bobby breathed at the sight, earning him another smack from his girlfriend. "Ow! What?!" "You know what!" Samantha snapped at him. "I don't know ... you seemed to enjoy yourself quite a bit during our kiss," Gina remarked. "Maybe your staunch no girl stance has been shaken?" "Wh-What?! N-No, I didn't!" Samantha stammered even as her face flushed bright red. Gina raised an eyebrow at that. "Yeah, I definitely think the lady doth protest too much. Don't you agree, Bobby?" "Definitely," the boyfriend stupidly answered. "Shut up!" Samantha exclaimed as her hand lashed out to give Bobby another smack for opening his mouth. "I mean ... I'll admit that it wasn't, like, repulsive or anything, but that doesn't mean I, uhm ... enjoyed it or whatever." "Oh, is that so?" Gina inquired while moving closer to the other woman. "Yes!" Samantha insisted. "But how can you be sure after just one kiss?" Gina inquired, resting a hand on the other woman's shoulder. "Maybe you need to ..." Her other hand caressed a cheek as she leaned in to finish in a whisper, "... experience it again." The target of the stunning woman's seduction effort turned so red that she could've passed her head off as a big tomato. "I-I, uhm ... I don't ... that's ..." "Come on. I'm sure your boyfriend won't mind," Gina pressed. "In fact, maybe he'd like to join us. Then, you could have a little of both, gentle touches and soft lips combined with strong, powerful ... well, no need to be graphic." Somewhat mesmerized by Gina's efforts, I jumped slightly in surprise when Ollie whispered into my ear. "Twenty bucks says they end up in a three-way." Still watching the gorgeous woman work, I shook my head. "There's no way I'm taking that bet. Gina's practically impossible to say no to once she's made up her mind about something. I mean, look at what she got me to wear tonight." That comment earned a snicker from my friend. "It's kinda hard to - not - look." "Yeah, I bet it is," I answered with a giggle. As that little aside was coming to an end, so too were Gina?s machinations, culminating in her asking, "So ... shall we go and see what new revelations this night will bring next?" Face still burning so badly that she looked ready to leak steam, Samantha could only manage a little nod. The far more amusing reaction came from her boyfriend, who gave a thrilled double fist pump at the answer. I couldn?t blame him. Lucky guy was about to have the night of his life. "Wonderful," Gina declared as she took the other woman?s hand in hers as if to make sure she couldn?t escape. Then, she glanced back over at me. "You and Ollie going to be able to get home on your own?" "Uhm ... " I stalled, twisting about to look for my purse. "Don?t worry," Ollie chimed in. "I?ll get her home safe and sound." "Thanks, handsome," Gina chirped, flashing a dazzling smile before shifting her focus back to getting the couple she?d snared out of the party and off to the night ahead. By contrast, I spent the next few seconds continuing my search until Ollie asked, "What are you doing?" "Trying to find my purse!" I declared. "I don?t see it anywhere. Did I leave it in the car?" "No, you left it at home," Ollie corrected. "Oh right ... " I muttered, bonking the side of my head with the heel of my hand. "Doy." Chuckling, Ollie shook his head at me. "You know, maybe we should be getting out of here, too." "What?! No!" I refused, swatting the idea away with my hand. "This is fun!" "It has been, but the people we know are gone now, and you?ve had quite a bit to drink," Ollie argued. "Psh! If anything, I haven?t had enough to drink!" I dismiss with another swipe of my hand. Then, a realization dawned on me. "Oh yeah! Where?s my champagne! You were supposed to get me another after Gina and I kissed!" Chuckling again, Ollie nodded in confirmation. "Alright, one more glass, but then we?re going home." "Two more!" I countered, thrusting out a hand with two fingers raised. Smirking at me, Ollie replied, "Let?s see how you?re doing after one before we start talking about a second," before turning to start toward the bar. "Whatever! It?s just champagne!" I called after him. "I could handle a dozen more! *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 42 "?ley ... Ashley. Wake up!" Ollie voice faded into my head as dreams faded away. Cracking my eyes opened, I found myself in the backseat of a car with a hand on my shoulder, shaking it. When I tilted my head toward that, I saw my roommate standing outside. He was the one shaking me. He was the one telling me to wake up. "I?m ?wake," I mumbled sleepily as I raised a hand to rub at my eyes. "What chu want?" "To get you out of the car, so our driver can leave," Ollie declared, smacking me on the arm. "Now come on." "Mreh ... alright, I?m movin? ..." I grumbled as I swung my legs out and shoved myself up onto my feet. Well, I tried to anyway. Stupid heels were causing trouble again. I got myself up, but one of em must?ve slipped on something because suddenly I wasn?t just up, but over. I tried to step forward to correct my balance, but my ankle twisted and suddenly I was falling sideways as well as forward. As quickly as my fall had begun, it stopped with a grunt. It wasn?t my grunt, though. It was the thing that I?d crashed into that grunted as it wrapped arms around me. Oh, it wasn?t a thing. It was Ollie. "Reh! Let go! I?m tryin? to get up here," I spat, getting my hands up to try to shove myself out of my roommate?s grasp. "Trying and failing to," Ollie remarked, refusing to release me. He did quite the opposite, actually, manhandling me into a position with my feet under me. "There. Can you walk?" "Of course, I can walk. I?m not a ba?" I started to say while taking a step, but again, my ankle twisted, sending me crashing right back into my friend?s arms. "Gah! Stupid fuckin? heels!" For some reason, that outburst got Ollie chuckling. "Yeah, not sure it?s the shoes? fault." "Gotta be!" I insisted. More chuckles followed before Ollie replied, "Well, regardless, it seems like standing is about your limit at the moment, and even that might be pushing it." "Whatever!" I huffed, getting my hands up to push myself away. "I can stand just fine on my own! Walk too! Once I get these fucking heels to behave." Unlike my last attempt, my friend actually let me push myself out of his arms this time. Problem was, I wasn?t expecting that. No, I?d been expecting resistance, so I shoved myself off of him with quite a bit of force. As when getting out of the car, I got off of him and upright, but then I started to go over the other way. "Careful!" Ollie blurted just before one of his hands lashed out and caught one of my flailing arms. With that, he was able to give a firm jerk, halting my fall for the second time and send me careening back into him where he caught me with a second grunt. "Yep, seems standing is too much for you, too." "It is not! I can?eep!" I started to growl only to choke off my outburst with a startled yelp as my feet were swept out from under me. The next thing I knew, I was strung between a pair of arms like a hammock between trees. "What the hell are you doing?!" "Carrying you," Ollie stated matter-of-factly as he started toward our building. "I said I can walk on my own! Put me down!" I roared, fighting to break free of the grasp. "Hey! Stop squirming!" Ollie exclaimed, halting to deal with my struggles. "You wanna get dropped on your head, dumbass?!" "I want you to put me down!" I shot back, although I did settle down to just glaring up at the man holding me. Scoffing, Ollie rolled his eyes at me. "And what then? Am I supposed to just stand out here catching your stumbles until you finally sober up enough to walk a straight line?" "No! I?m plenty sober!" I huffed, lifting a leg to show off the shoe on my foot. "It?s these stupid heels? fault." My roommate screwed his face up dubiously, but still assented, "Okay, let?s say it is. What then? You still can?t walk." Not expecting that, I was left just blinking for a moment before my mind shifted to the new argument. "Sure but ... " I stalled for a moment before I got an idea. "I can just take them off!" "And get your feet dirty?" Ollie questioned incredulously, followed by a shake of his head. "Not on my watch." "Wha?" I mumbled in confusion. "Besides, you?re really not that heavy," Ollie added before starting off toward the building again. "So just sit back and relax. I?ve got this." "But?" I began to argue, but that was all the further I got. In the end, rather than finish, I just mumbled, "Whatever," and let my gaze fall. My position naturally left me looking at my tits which jiggled about with every step Ollie took. In contrast to their wobbly softness was my roommate?s chest against which one of the mounds rested. Even through the fur of the rabbit suit he wore, it was so obviously different, flat and firm ? broad too. Somehow, the whole length of my body seemed to rest in front of it. Well, I was curled up by the way he held me, one arm under my shoulders and the other under my knees, but still. Those arms were so different, too, strong and steady. Nothing like my lithe limbs which were currently mostly hidden from my sight under my massive boobs. They?d never be able to carry Ollie, but he seemed to have no trouble with me. In fact, he cradled me with such gentle ... care ... "Hey," Ollie?s voice stabbed through my head as something jostled me. For one moment, I panicked, starting awake and expecting to fall from what certainly felt like a precarious position. Except, it wasn?t precarious. Even with my lurching, I didn?t come close to tumbling from my roommate?s grasp. "No sleeping," Ollie chided with a chuckle. "I wasn?t sleeping," I muttered defensively. "Okay, just don?t want you drifting off," Ollie told me. "I need you to work stuff for me. My hands are kinda full." Relaxing, I laid my head against his solidity again and murmured, "Mmm ... ?kay," "Great, then push this elevator button for me," Ollie directed. Rolling my head to the side, I noticed that somehow we?d gone from outside all the way to the elevator in what seemed like just a second. That was weird. Still, my duty was clear, so I lifted a hand and reached over to push the button as asked. "There you go," I answered, settling back in. "Good, but don?t get too comfortable. There are buttons waiting inside, too," Ollie reminded me. "Yeah yeah," I muttered, waving a hand dismissively. Another jostling told me when the elevator had arrived even before Ollie directed me to push the button for our floor. I couldn?t remember actually stepping into the thing, though. Nor did I remember walking down the hall to our apartment, but we must have. Ollie had to put me down when we got there, so he could get out his keys. However, I wasn?t forced to stand on my own two feet for long. He soon lifted me up again to carry me inside all the way to my bed before setting me down for good. "Ah ... finally, "Ollie sighed in relief as he let his arms flop wearily to his side. The sight had my lips curling into a smirk as I rolled partially onto my side to look over at my friend. "What? I thought I wasn?t that heavy." "You weren?t outside. You must?ve packed on some pounds along the way," Ollie joked. Giggling, I shook my head. "Nope. I think you got weaker!" Joining me with his own laugh and shake of his head, Ollie replied. "Whatever. I got you here. That?s what matters. Now, I?m gonna get myself out of this ridiculous bunny suit." With that, my roommate turned to leave, but I didn?t let him. I lashed out to snag his hand while blurting, "Wait!" "What?" Ollie huffed as he spun back to me. Lifting a leg, I wiggled a heel-clad foot at him. "Help me get my shoes off." "Seriously? Can?t you ...?" Ollie began only to trail off into a sigh. "Alright, fine," he assented, shifting down the bed a step to grab first one foot then the other, sliding the shoes off of both then setting them on the floor. "There. Anything else?" "My dress," I answered, pushing my chest out toward him. There was no incredulous frustration from my friend this time. Well, there was plenty of incredulity in his eyes when they shot wide at that request, but there was no frustration to go with it. "What?" "My dress," I repeated, squirming so that I could thrust my chest out even further. "I don?t wanna sleep in it." "Surely, you can manage that yourself?" Ollie argued. Shaking my head, I hummed out, "Mmm mmm. Help." My roommate?s face screwed up strangely as he answered. "I don?t think?" "Don?t you wanna see what?s underneath?" I cooed. "You?ve been starin? all night ? even more than e?ryone else." "I have not!" Ollie blurted out defensively. Not buying it for a second, I broke into a fit of giggles. "Yes, you have, like you wanna undress me. Well, here?s your chance." My friend?s gulp was so hard and loud that I couldn?t just see it, but hear it too. It was followed by a stare, but not like one of the many he?d given me throughout the night. Well, it was partly like that, partly like something else. Suddenly, Ollie?s gaze fell away from me. "I shouldn?t. If you really can?t manage yourself, you?ll just have to sleep in it and take it off in the morning." "I don?t wanna!" I whined. "Yeah, well, I don?t want to ruin something important to me," Ollie mumbled weirdly before adding, "Good night, Ashley." "Whatever," I rattled out as I rolled over to my other side, putting my back to him. A frustrated sigh answered me, followed by a condescending, "Don?t just lay atop the covers. You?ll catch a cold if you sleep with nothing on but that dress." "I know how to sleep, Ollie!" I spat back at him, even as I felt a sudden chilly draft on my bare back that made me shudder. "Yeah ..." my roommate muttered, adding a second, "Good night," followed by the sound of my door closing. When I heard that, I twisted about to glance back over my shoulder, but all that waited for me was an empty room. The sight had me grounding my teeth together for a moment before I huffed, "Fucking Ollie!" and spun back away from the door. I laid there for a moment before the cold got to me again, earning a string of muttered obscenity as I flailed about to burrow my way under the blankets. *********************************************** *********************************************** "Ugh ..." I groaned at the headache that waited for me when next I woke. It was a pretty bad one, a testament to just how much I?d had to drink the night before. In an effort to skirt the consequences of that consumption, I tried to roll over and bury myself deeper under the blankets, but I couldn?t find sleep again. The pounding in my head dragged me to wakefulness, forcing ever more awareness of my surroundings onto me. The way my dress was tangled with the covers irked me. The feel of makeup still clumped onto my face itched. It was the pressure building in my lower abdomen, though, that finally forced me to admit defeat. No one can ignore the call of nature. Growling, I fought my way out of the blankets and shoved myself to my feet. Doing so very nearly sent me crashing right back to the bed as a wave of vertigo was paired with a particularly powerful throbbing. It left me just standing there for a couple of seconds before it cleared enough to dare move, and even then I was still decidedly wobbly. "Ow ... ow ... ow ..." I muttered as each step I took seemed to pound in my temples. Through the pain, I made it across the hall to the bathroom. There were a lot of issues with the Jessica Rabbit dress, but access wasn?t one of them. That made it easy to find my first relief of the morning. Unfortunately, it didn't relieve my headache as well. Once done with the toilet, I dragged myself over in front of the mirror. My reflection there looked as terrible as I felt. Makeup that had the night before been dazzling was now cakey and smeared. The old-style elegance of my hair had been replaced by a rat?s nest of out of place pins and partially worn out hairspray. Even my dress seemed to barely be hanging on, as the corner pieces of tape had lost their purchase on my skin, letting little pieces of fabric fold back and show some of what lay underneath. I wasn?t quite at the point of the whole thing falling off, but it was getting close. "Less Jessica Rabbit and more Wile E. Coyote after too many tries at the Road Runner," I remarked at the sight, managing a brief chuckle before the pounding in my head stole my mirth. That pounding wasn?t going to get any better anytime soon. In fact, it got worse as I spent the next chunk of my morning scrubbing at my face to clean away the garbage that coated it. When I was finally done, my head throbbed even more and my skin was a raw, bright pink, but at least it was clean. Trudging back to my room, I tossed the opera gloves aside, then peeled off the top of my dress. All I had to do after that was a little wiggling to get it over my hips before I was free of it. That left only the thong I?d been wearing underneath it, but I didn?t bother to get rid of that. I just tossed on one of my old men?s t-shirts. Even with my massive tits eating up a good chunk of fabric, it was baggy enough to reach my thighs, covering the racy underwear in the process. "Good enough," I declared before turning around to march back out of my room, hoping that some food would at least ease my hangover a bit. A lot of weary steps, painful throbs, and too loud noises followed before I finally managed to drop heavily into one of the chairs by the counter and huddle over a bowl of cereal. It only took one bite for me to regret that as my choice for breakfast. There was far too much crunching, leaving me just staring at the bowl waiting for it to get soggy after the first painful mouthful. "Oh ... morning Ashley," the sound of a surprised Ollie interjected. Looking up I saw my roommate standing over by the hall leading to the bedrooms. Grunting out a simple, "Hey," I let my gaze fall right back to the cereal. "Hungover?" Ollie inquired. "Yep," I confirmed, reaching up to rub at my temples. "I did tell you to stop after one more glass," Ollie remarked. "You?re the one that wanted the extra five." That smart ass comment got me looking my friend?s way again, this time with my eyes narrowed to slits. "It was just champ?! Ow!" I started to growl, but that was too much volume and animation for my current state. Rather than finish, I ended up just clutching at my throbbing head. I would?ve expected my roommate to make a joke about that or just laugh at me, but he did neither. He didn?t even go back to whatever he?d come in to do. With no more sound to aggravate it, the pain in my head quickly faded back to its previous levels, and when I looked back over at my friend, he still stood there with a strange look in his eyes. "What?" I huffed, gesturing up at my hair. "Trying to come up with something good for this hideous mess?" Jerking his gaze away, Ollie shook his head. "No, it?s just ... " "Just what?" I demanded. "Did I do something stupid last night?" "No, it?s nothing. Sorry for staring," Ollie mumbled before spinning about to walk away. A moment later, I heard the sound of his door closing. Left sitting there with my face twisted in bewilderment, all I could think to do was mutter, "What the fuck?" Nothing about what had just happened made any fucking sense. First of all, Ollie had never admitted to staring at me, no matter how obvious it was. He certainly didn?t apologize for it. He never missed an opportunity to rag on me, either. He?d even started with that smug I- told-ya-so, but then all of a sudden he?d started acting weird. Had something happened right then? Just me getting punished for being stupid, which should?ve drawn some sort of insult, but there had been nothing, just some staring and some weak excuses before he ran outta here. "He never did what he came in here to do either," I pointed out as I glanced about the room. "Whatever the fuck that was ..." Scowling, I tried running back through the brief interaction again, but it still didn?t make any fucking sense. Maybe, he?d been lying when he said I hadn?t done something stupid last night? What had I even done last night? I remembered getting trolled by those two assholes on the way to the party. Then, there had been some bitch thinking my tits were fake. I?d had some drinks. Gina ditched her model friends to come hang out with us again. We met that cute fairy girl that ... oh yeah, Gina?s kiss was apparently so fucking incredible that she had started doubting she was straight and ended up getting talked into a three way. Damn, talk about having game. My memories got real blurry real quick after that. Ollie had tried to tell me I?d had enough, so naturally I?d taken that as a challenge and started chugging champagne like it was soda. I vaguely remembered him eventually putting a stop to that and dragging me out of the party ? the fucking fun-ruining baby. Then there was a car ... I think? And ... With a suddenness and intensity that belied reason, heat rushed into my face as I finally drudged up the next bit of memory. It was mostly scattered pieces, but there was one thing I remember with utter clarity. That was the feeling of being cradled in strong arms as I used a broad, flat chest as a pillow. "Oh my god ..." I gasped in disbelief as I buried my face in my hands. "What the fuck? Why would he ... how could he ... what the fuck?!" Snarling out those expletives did nothing to change the memory locked in my head, nor did the pounding of my hangover-induced headache. I even tried scraping it out of there by scratching at my scalp and burying the heels of my hands into my eyes, but it couldn?t be dislodged. There I was, being carried by Ollie like some kind of fucking, fairy tale princess in the midst of being rescued. Fuck, this was so embarrassing. What the hell had we even been thinking?! Sure, I?d been wasted, in fact I seemed to remember being so wasted that I couldn?t walk in heels anymore ? fuckng heels ? but how had that fucking ended up with me being carried? Had I made him carry me? Why hadn?t I just taken the fucking things off and walked? "Grah!" I growled out in frustration, pounding a fist against the counter. That didn?t manage to change anything either. In the end, it just led to me dropping my hands heavily into my lap, slouching back in my chair, and lolling my head so I could stare up at the ceiling. "Ugh ... no wonder he was acting so fucking weird." *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 43 "So I ended up getting thanked by both of them," Gina finished her tale of seduction. "Incredible ..." I mumbled, shaking my head in disbelief. "Yeah ..." Gina dragged the word out for a moment before quickly hopping topics. "Anyway ... that was my night. What about you and Ollie? I hope you didn?t mind my slipping out early." While spoken in a completely innocuous manner, that question made every muscle in my body tighten. Feeling my cheeks start to heat up as well, I quickly pulled my gaze down and away as I murmured, "No uhm ... you were fine." "You sure?" Gina inquired, leaning forward to peer at me closely. "Because you don?t look like someone who was fine with it." Trying to force any embarrassment or unease off my face, I made myself look at the stunning woman and declare, "Well, I am! Ollie and I were pretty much done by then anyway. We just had a few more drinks then went home." Apparently, my efforts weren?t quite good enough, because skepticism twisted Gina?s features. "Hmm ... and what happened after that?" "What?" the word just slipped out of me before I could stop it. "N- Nothing else happened. Why would you think anything else happened?" "Because you?re acting like something else happened, especially now," Gina pointed out, lips curling into a wicked grin. "What is it?" "Nothing!" I insisted. Sighing, Gina shook her head. "You might as well tell me now. You know I?m going to get it out of you eventually." "No, you won?t!" I growled defiantly. Instantly, Gina?s grin was back. "So there is something to get out then, is there?" Realizing my mistake, I winced in frustration. "No! But even if there was, you?re still never gonna find out!" "Oh, come on! How bad could it really be?" Gina pressed. "Just tell me already." "No!" I insisted. The stunning woman tossed me a frustrated look. "Do you really want to endure days of me picking at you to tell me until you finally break down and reveal it? You could spare yourself all that trouble and just tell me now." A tight jaw and narrowed eyes answered that logic, but they couldn?t defeat it. I knew the gorgeous woman was right. Once a hint of some embarrassing secret got out, friends never let it go. "Fine!" I finally huffed out in defeat. "Yay!" Gina cheered, clapping her hands together as she leaned in like an excited child waiting for a bedtime story. "What is it? What is it?" Sighing, I gathered myself for the humiliating story. "So we did just have a few drinks before going home, but it was a few too many for me. Walking in heels was a little beyond me by that point so Ollie ... " Shifting to a quiet mutter, I finished with, "... carried me to bed." "Awwwww!" Gina cooed out mockingly. "That?s so adorable!" Cheeks burning, I hissed out, "It is ? not ? adorable." "Oh, it so is," Gina countered. "Although, I must say, I never knew Ollie was such a gentleman. He was a gentleman, right? He didn?t try to take advantage of the situation, did he? Cop a feel? Fall on top of you when he got you to your bed?" "What?! Of course, he didn?t do anything like that!" I exclaimed. "He just put me down and?" Without warning, I just stopped mid-word as my eyes shot wide. "And what?" Gina pushed for the completion of that sentence.. Jerking free from the moment, I yanked my head down and forced out, "N- Nothing!" For a moment, there was silence, and I thought maybe the beautiful woman was going to accept my answer, but she didn?t. No, it was merely surprise that had resulted in that gap before she worriedly questioned, "Wait ... he didn?t actually do something to you, did he?" A tiny shake of my head, little more than a vibration joined a quiet, little, "No." "Then, what happened, because it?s clearly not nothing," Gina demanded. That was very true. It certainly wasn?t nothing, no matter how much I wished it was. Fuck, I would?ve settled for just going back to when I still hadn?t remembered the last few moments of the previous evening. There was no doing that now, though. Like with the feel of Ollie holding me, there was nothing I could do to cast this memory from my mind. "Ashley?" my name served as a question full of concern. "You?re starting to really worry me here." "I?m fine. I just ..." I tried to explain, but I couldn?t say it ? at least not at first. A wince cut through me before I finally leaked out the truth. "I sorta ... well ... came on to him. I think?" "You think?" Gina repeated back. "I don?t know!" I exclaimed before reaching up to rub at my temples. "I was really drunk, and it?s all kinda hazy, but I think ..." Folding my arms under my tits, I peeked up at the woman across the table. "I think I asked him for help uhm ... taking off my dress." "Well, sometimes a girl needs a little help with that stuff, especially when she?s really drunk. It doesn?t?" Gina tried to offer me a way out. I was already shaking my head, gaze dropping to my lap as my cheeks grew hotter and hotter. "No, not help me do it. I ... I wanted him to do it." "Oh," was all Gina had to offer this time, because there were no more excuses that could be given. "And did he?" Again, I shook my head. "No. He refused. I was really angry about it, too." "Wow ... I?m impressed, " Gina remarked. "That couldn?t have been easy for him." Hugging myself even tighter, I gave a little shrug. "I guess ..." "You still mad about it?" Gina inquired. "What?" I blurted, finally looking up again to offer the beautiful woman a quizzical expression. "Are you still mad that he refused now that you?re sober?" Gina rephrased. "What?! No!" I exclaimed. "Of course, I?m not mad about it now!" I hated the condescending look that answered my denial. "So what? You don?t think Ollie?s good enough for you?" Blinking a couple of times, I stammered out, "I ... I don?t ... I mean ... " but the best I could manage in the end was a bewildered, "What?!" "What else could be bothering you here?" Gina questioned. "He didn?t take advantage of you being drunk, and from what I know, it?s not your first time hitting on a guy. If you?re not mad he rejected you, then what?s the problem?" It was shocking how much sense that made, so shocking that I spent the next couple of seconds going back over, certain that I must have misheard. There had to be some other reason why what had happened was a bad thing, after all. It was just too embarrassing for it to be otherwise. Tilting her head slightly, my friend pushed with, "Well?" "Well ..." I repeated back, drawing the word out to gain more time to think. "This is different. The other times I was just trying to get laid, not?" "Kinda sounds to me like you were trying to get laid this time," Gina interjected. Thwarted, I lost a beat before I managed to get words flowing again. "Uhm ... maybe, but ... that was back when I thought I was going to turn back, not ... now ..." The stunning woman?s giggle made it very clear what she thought of that pathetic attempt at an excuse, but the words that followed it were serious and supportive. "Look, Ashley. There?s nothing wrong with being interested in a guy. Trust me. I went through this whole thing myself years ago, and it?s actually more normal for you, because you?re all girl all the time." "But ..." I wanted to argue, except I didn?t have any argument to follow up that beginning. Gina probably wouldn?t have let me finish one anyway, as she was quick to interject. "I know how you feel Ashley. Really. There?s nothing to be bothered about here, though. After a while, it will be just as normal as liking girls, and it?s not like you?re going to stop liking girls. I never did, and you?ve never been anything less than very enthusiastic when we?ve ... played around. If anything, you should be glad. There are a lot more straight guys than lesbians, so you have far more options now. Plus, Ollie is clearly one of the best of ?em. Maybe even ? the ? best, considering what he was able to turn down out of concern for you." Again, I found myself on the wrong end of an argument that made too much fucking sense. Gina clearly knew what she was talking about. I?d slept with her as a guy, after all, and had nearly done so as a girl as well. If not for ... Latching onto the argument, I quickly tossed out, "But what about ... y?know ..." Leaning a little closer, I added at a whisper, " ... the thing that got in our way last time." "Are you worried that you?re never going to get over that or that Ollie?s too big for you?" Gina inquired. Wanting to cast the largest net possible, I answered, "Both." The beautiful woman smirked at me. "Well, I don?t know what Ollie?s packing downstairs, but I?m confident you can figure out a way to make it work," she remarked, followed by a little shrug. "As for getting over what happened ... that?s something you?re going to have to work on unless you?re okay being celibate. Something tells me that?s not a life path that?s gonna work for you, though, so I?m pretty sure you?ll find your way past it eventually. In fact, you know what might help with that? Being with someone you trust completely and who has been your best friend, for what, over a decade." My mind whirled as I listened, trying to find a way to keep resisting, but it just couldn?t come up with any. There was just a gut feeling that boys were not supposed to be attractive, but that wouldn?t work as an argument either. It was thwarted by my own mind, and it?s stupid memories of the night before, of how it had felt to be held, of how much I?d wanted Ollie to pull my dress off and do much more than just hold me. Supposed to be or not, what was had clearly changed. "You going to try again?" Gina asked. "What?" I mumbled, looking up from my thoughts. "Now that you?re sober, so Ollie won?t have to refuse," Gina elaborated. "I ...I don?t ... I?m not ..." I stammered out at a complete loss. A reassuring smile found its way onto my friend?s face. "It?s alright to not know. Being attracted to a guy isn?t a big deal, but being attracted to your best friend is. If it?s worry about your friendship that?s getting in the way, though ... well, in my experience, this sort of thing doesn?t just go away. Unless you want to keep enduring embarrassing, drunken nights until you finally wake up the next morning with Ollie there beside you, it?s probably best to just talk it out when you both have your wits about you and then take the plunge." The idea of waking up to find Ollie in my bed after some drunken stupidity had my face surging with renewed heat. The fact that had nearly happened that very morning only made it more embarrassing. It was enough to make me wonder if I should quit drinking. "But give it some time and thought before you do anything," Gina added. "It?s not the sort of thing you want to rush to a decision on. Okay?" Feeling like that was, at last, something I could agree with, I nodded. "Yeah, no need to rush." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Why didn?t you sleep with me?" I asked out of the blue. While I hadn?t asked the question while Ollie was taking a drink, somehow, he still ended up choking on something. The next couple of seconds were lost in hacking and coughing before he finally managed to wheeze out, "Wha-What?" Looking away, I wrapped my arms about myself as I forced out the question once again. "I just want to know why you didn?t sleep with me last night. You could have, but you refused." For a beat, Ollie just blinked at me in bewilderment before he, too, shifted his gaze away and rubbed at the back of his neck. "You remember that, huh?" "Of course, I remember," I huffed indignantly, seeing no point in mentioning that it had taken me a good chunk of the day to accomplish that feat. "Just because heels are fucking awful doesn?t mean I was too drunk to know what was going on." "Right ..." Ollie muttered, but it didn?t sound skeptical. It sounded more ... disappointed for whatever reason. Had he been hoping that I?d forget everything? If so, he definitely would?ve needed to act way less weird. Ever since that morning, things had been awkward between my roommate and me. Well, they were when we were around each other, anyway, which wasn?t much, because he kept running away whenever that might happen. If he hadn?t been in the middle of a movie when I got back from hanging out with Gina, he would probably be hiding in his room right now, the fucking coward. "Well ... why?d you refuse?" I pressured. "You?re not dumb enough to not know what was on the table. Is it just because I was drunk? Because I used to be a guy? Because you don?t ... uhm ... find me attractive? What?" An uncomfortable, little smile curled my friends lips as he chuckled. "That sounds like a trap to me." "What?!" I blurted in surprise. "How is that a trap?! I just want to know why you said no!" "Why?" Ollie questioned only for his brow to furrow suspiciously. "Wait ... do you actually wish I?d slept with you last night?" "No!" I exclaimed quickly, feeling heat rush my face. "I just ... argh! Tell me why, damn it!" Screwing his face up, my friend peered at me for a moment before shaking his head. "No." "No?" I repeated back in confusion. "That?s right," Ollie confirmed. "Why the hell not?!" I demanded. Ollie shrugged. "Same reason why I said no last night." Frustration curled my hands up like claws as I glared at the man. "That?s exactly what I want to know, you ... erggh!" Growling away that protest, I slammed my hands onto the couch to shove myself to my feet. "Fine! Don?t tell me!" I spat before spinning to march out of the room, adding one final, "Ass!" I barely got a couple of steps from the couch before Ollie?s, "Ashley," caught me. "What?!" I snarled as I spun back to face him. When I turned, I found that Ollie wasn?t even looking at me. He?d turned to follow my movements, but his gaze was down on the ground, head hanging low. "Why does it matter? You wanted me to say no. I said no. Isn?t that good enough?" The enraged frustration that had been driving my exit vanished in the wake of that question. Was it good enough? No. Why, though? What did it matter why I?d been refused, when I certainly didn?t want the alternative? "It matters because I ... in the moment ... " I began only to trail off for a moment as I once again looked away and wrapped my arms around myself. "... I wanted you to say yes." "In the moment you wanted a yes?" Ollie double-checked, getting a nod from me. "But now you?re glad I said no?" Again, I nodded. "Correct." "I?m not seeing how that changes anything," Ollie noted. "It just ..." I started to explain, but I had no explanation. All I could do was blurt out, "It just does, so will you tell me or not?!" Silence followed for one, long, terrible moment. Throughout it, I felt my cheeks get hotter and hotter, and the urge to just spin around and leave grow stronger and stronger. I couldn?t act, though. I was stuck there under my friend?s gaze, waiting. "It?s not any of the things you said," Ollie finally told me. "Huh?" I mumbled, looking up in confusion. "It?s not any of them," Ollie repeated. "I?m not so noble that I wouldn?t sleep with a drunk girl, nor am I so hung up on the past to stop because of what you used to be but aren?t anymore, and as for the idea that I might not be attracted to you ... well, the idea that ? anyone ? might not be is absurd. You are, undoubtedly, the single most desirable woman in the world, and that?s counting Gina." If I thought I was embarrassed before, it was nothing compared to how I felt right then. My head grew so hot that not only did my face have to be redder than my hair, but it was hard to even think. My brain felt melted, like an ice cream cone left out in the summer sun for too long. "Then why?" I leaked out weakly. "Because we?re friends, Ashley," Ollie informed me. "Ruining that for some drunken one-night stand is a terrible trade." Now that I had the answer, it seemed obvious, but honestly, I hadn?t even considered it before then. It wasn?t something that would?ve stopped me. It certainly hadn?t last night. Had our places been reversed, Ollie and I would?ve slept together, and I wouldn?t have thought it a big deal at all. "What if I asked you to, uhm ... right now?" I inquired. "Would you still say no?" "Yeah, I would," Ollie answered. "But why?" I pressed. "It doesn?t have to ruin anything. We?re both ..." I trailed off, leaving the last word unspoken. Cocking an eyebrow, Ollie easily guessed at what I was going to say. "Guys? Even if that were actually true, you don?t think it would be weird? We?re not just friends, but roommates, too. We see each other all the time. Hell, we didn?t even sleep together last night and it?s still weird. Imagine how much worse it would be right now if we had. You?d probably be screaming at me for doing it, there would be a big fight, and then ..." My friend shook his head. "Nothing good comes of playing with fire like that, no matter how tempting it might be. The whole friends with benefits thing always ends in disaster." I couldn?t argue with that. Casual sex with a friend was one of those points of arrogance that everyone tried at some point, including me, but it always ended like my roommate had said, in disaster ? usually an angry and sobbing girl. In this situation, the part of that girl would undoubtedly be played by Ollie. "Yeah ... you?re right ..." I mumbled in defeat. "Yep," Ollie acknowledged. Nodding, I wondered what to do now. Was there more to say? I couldn?t think of anything. Should I just go to my room? That seemed like a pretty good idea. Sticking around after all this was? "So ... can I ask you something now?" Ollie inquired. Looking up from my thoughts, I crinkled my brow at him. "Uhm ... I guess. What is it?" Immediately, I regretted that answer as my friend?s lips curled into a mischievous smirk. "If you actually meant to sleep with me last night, that means you think I?m attractive, too. Don?t you?" "Ack, no I don?t!" I scoffed, folding my arms under my tits. "Yeah, you do," Ollie mocked. "Why else would you throw yourself at me like that, huh?" "Pity!" I retorted. "I felt sorry for you, having to spend Halloween with your best friend, especially after you had to lug me all the way up here. I thought maybe I?d throw you one to make you feel better." Clicking his tongue doubtfully, Ollie shook his head. "I don?t know. That didn?t seem like a pity lay kinda come on. That seemed more like a ?I want you to rock my world? kinda come on." "Ugh, whatever!" I huffed as I spun away. "It?s certainly never gonna happen again, that?s for fucking sure!" "You sure about that?!" Ollie called after me. "Maybe I should pick us up a bottle of champagne, and we can see what happens!" My only answer to that was slamming the door to my room closed behind me. *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 44 Poking my head into my boss?s office, I simply announced, "Lunch time, sir." "Ah, great, just the break I need," Mr. Johnston declared as he looked up from his work to smile and beckon me to him. "Bring it over here." Without another word, I slipped through the door to walk over and set a paper bag on the man?s desk. Once that was done, I murmured a quiet, "Enjoy," before turning to walk right back out. I barely got a step before my boss caught me with a worried, "Everything okay?" Stopping, I forced a smile onto my face and turned around. "Yep. Everything?s great." That response did little to change the worried look that was on my boss?s face. "You sure? You?ve seemed kind of ... out of it today." "I?ve just been really busy," I explained. "No, you haven?t," Mr. Johnston immediately shot down the excuse. "I know your workload, and if anything it?s been light today." Caught in the lie, I couldn?t quite keep a wince from flickering across my face. "Alright, so I?ve been a little preoccupied. It?s nothing important. I?ll still have everything finished by the end of business." "I?m sure you will," Mr. Johnston agreed, but he didn?t leave it at that. "But for now, why don?t you have a seat and join me for lunch." "I?ve actually already eaten and should really?" I tried to excuse myself, gesturing back toward my own desk. "Sit down, Ashley." The sentence was spoken in the same, pleasant, casual tone as the one before it, but somehow, it was still commanding. A sigh leaked out of me as my shoulders slumped and I leaked out, "Yes sir," then slipped into one of the available chairs. "Sorry, this doesn?t seem like a text sort of thing, and I?m not going to pop a dose just for a lunchtime chat, so you?ll have to just pretend I?m Gina at the moment," Mr. Johnston began once I was seated. "Then, I don?t need to do what you tell me?" I inquired as I started to push myself back up from the chair. "Pfft! You?re more likely to obey her than me," Mr. Johnston scoffed as he dug into the bag to retrieve his lunch. "So stop trying to get out of this and just tell me what?s been on your mind. Is it still what almost happened between you and Ollie the other night?" Sighing again, I lowered myself back into the seat and shook my head. "No. He and I already sorted that out, actually." Briefly, my boss looked up from his lunch to cock an eyebrow at me. "Really?" "Yeah," I confirmed with a nod. "We both agreed that the whole friends sleeping together thing never really works." "Hmm," Mr. Johnstoned hummed out, nodding in acknowledgement. "I wouldn't say never, but it?s not easy to pull off, especially considering your roommates, too." "Yep," I agreed. "So, anyway, that was the end of that problem." Again, my boss looked up to cock an eyebrow at me. "Is it, though?" "Yeah?" I answered uncertainly. Chuckling, my boss shook his head. "You really didn?t pay very good attention to me when we talked, did you?" "What? What are you talking about?" I questioned in confusion. "Of course, I paid attention." "Really? Because one of the most important things I said to you was to not rush into anything, and yet somehow, you think you have this all wrapped already," Mr. Johnston pointed out. "How did this conversation even start. Did you just say, ?Hey ya wanna have sex. I?m not drunk this time??" "No!" I denied emphatically only to quickly look down and mumble, "I just, uhm ... asked him why he said no when he had the chance." "Ha!" Mr. Johnston belted out. "Basically the same thing." "It is not!" I growled, pounding my hands against my thighs. Snickers at my expense trailed off into a condescending sigh. "What did I tell you besides not to rush into anything?" Instantly suspicious, I narrowed my eyes and said, "That it wasn?t a big deal to be interested in a guy." "True, I did say that, but that?s not what I?m talking about," Mr. Johnston elaborated. "I said that in my experience, this sort of thing doesn?t just go away. The other night, Ollie literally couldn?t keep his eyes off of you. Admittedly, you were dressed to create that exact effect, but still, he?s obviously very attracted to you, and thanks to your little drunken slip, it?s pretty clear you're attracted to him, too. Do you think that the two of you can just live together, pretending like that?s not the case?" Obviously, I knew that my boss would think it was the wrong response, but I still said, "Yeah, of course." The smile of an adult amused by a child?s antics answered me. "I didn?t tell you not to rush into anything, because I was afraid you?d run off and get laid, Ashley. I told you not to rush into anything, because I wanted you to really think about the predicament you?re in. You?re a girl, he?s a guy, you?re attracted to one another, and you get along really well. What do people in that situation usually do?" At first, I didn?t follow. Then, realization dawned on me and I didn?t want to follow, tilting my head away as if I could escape the idea. "No ..." "Yes," Mr. Johnston confirmed. "They date one another." I was already shaking my head. "But ... Ollie and I ... no ... no ..." "Why not?" Mr. Johnston inquired. "Because of your friendship? Have you ever actually let that be an obstacle before? I mean, I?m your boss and an old man, but you had no problem sleeping with Gina." "That?s ... that?s a good point, but ..." I had to concede, but that didn?t mean I was going to give up, " ... Ollie and I ... we?re different. We?ve been friends for a super long time, long before any of ..." I gestured down at myself. "This." My boss shrugged that argument away. "It?s a unique situation, but I?m going to guess it has the same conclusion. Ollie?s last relationship ended because of you. He spent a whole night surrounded by drunk, gorgeous women in slutty costumes, and he never even tried to pursue one. All of his time and attention was spent on you. He got you drinks. He wore a ridiculous bunny suit for you. He even carried you to bed for Christ?s sake, and you were ready to reward him for his devotion, one might even say eager to do so. How much more obvious could this possibly be?" "But ... that?s not ..." I stammered, floundering for some sort of counter. "I can?t date Ollie!" Such a baseless refusal earned me a skeptical look from my boss. "Why not?" "Because uhm ..." I mumbled. "Come on. Tell me," Mr. Johnston pressured, beckoning my answer forward, undoubtedly so that he could swat it down. Recognizing the challenge for what it was, I clenched my jaw in frustration before finally, an idea came to me. "What about my ... y?know ... hangup? Plus, I kissed a guy before and it was disgusting!" The confident smirk that curled my boss?s lips in response made it clear that he was more than ready for this particular protest. "We already went over both of those the other day, Ashley. It?s going to take you a while to get comfortable with the idea of being attracted to a man, and until you do, it will be awkward, but trust me, you?ll get past it. As for your ... other issue, you don?t have to jump into bed with him. In fact, I would recommend that you don?t. As you pointed out earlier, you?ve been friends for a very long time, but that was as two dudes. The way you are now is still a pretty new arrangement for you two, and dating will only unsettle things further. You probably want to figure out what all that changes and how you feel about it before you go putting things in other things." "But ..." I murmured weakly, lacking anything to follow it up with. Obviously, I could just ignore what my boss was saying. I could just ignore being attracted to Ollie, too. I mean ... I wasn?t attracted to Ollie. The other night had just been a fluke of too much drink and very weird circumstances involving getting carried and ... if I just didn?t get into that situation again, then it wouldn?t be a problem. All I would have to do is stop drinking. No, not even that much. If I just drank less, enough to make sure I never had issues walking, then problem solved. That would be easy. A chuckle cut through my thoughts, followed by my boss remarking, "You look like an animal trapped in a cage, desperately trying to find a way out." "That?s not ..." I began as I looked up only to cut myself off with, "It?s your fault with all your logical arguments, messin? with my head and throwin? everything outta whack!" Chuckles turned into a full on guffaw. "Sorry, I certainly didn?t mean to do that." "Well, you did!" I huffed. "I had this all worked out, and then you drag me in here and rip everything apart!" "Then, how about I help you put some pieces back together," Mr. Johnston offered. Suspicion flaring, I peered at him out of the corner of my eye. "How?" "By telling you this," Mr. Johnston began. "There is very little in my life that I can say I have absolutely no regrets about, but one of them was getting Linda to marry me. She was beautiful, smart, warm, loving, and importantly for this conversation, my best friend in the whole world. She put up with so much shit from me over the years, but she weathered it all, never giving up on me. Now, I?m not telling you to rush off and elope, so don?t do that, but I am telling you that this might not be something you want to escape from. It might end up being the best thing that ever happens to you, and years from now you?ll look back and thank God that you were dumb enough to steal some pills from me and get stuck as a girl, because of where it led you." "That seems unlikely ..." I muttered as I let my gaze drop to the female body that had been such a source of torment for me. "Well, maybe it?s worth finding out for sure," Mr. Johnston remarked. "But I think that?s enough about this for one day." *********************************************** *********************************************** Idly pushing food around my plate, I peeked across the table at Ollie. Like me, he was moving some food around with his fork, but unlike me, he was doing so in the course of eating that food. That wasn?t to say that he wasn?t distracted, too. His attention was mostly on reading something off his phone. I didn?t know what, nor did I care. At the moment, my interest was in the man, himself, not what he was doing. For all the talk of how different things had become, my roommate looked just as I remembered him. Like usual, he had this way of appearing tired whether he was or not. Despite that, he was a decent looking guy, not as good looking as I?d been but not bad. He was on the lean side of things which was exacerbated by him being a little taller than most, but none of that really got in his way. Narrowing my eyes, I tried looking a little closer, but there really wasn?t anything else to see. He was just a typical sort of above average guy ? not particularly special or attractive in any way. In fact, looking at him now, it was hard for me to imagine what I?d been thinking the other night. Whatever it was, he certainly wasn?t doing anything for me now. All this talk of my being attracted to him was just nonsense. It wasn?t like he was Gina, who was so hot I got riled up just thinking about her. By contrast, Ollie was just sort of ... there. He was merely another guy who happened to be my best friend ... and had carried me to bed ... and was always telling me I was beautiful ... and ? Glancing up from his phone, Ollie?s eyes briefly met mine before he reached up to rub at his chin with the back of his hand. "What? Did I get something on my face?" Caught staring, my whole body tensed with panic, but I tried to play it off. "Uhm ... yeah, there?s like this big, disgusting ... oh. That ? is ? your face. Sorry, my mistake." That insult got a chuckle out of my friend. "How long have you been waiting for me to walk into that one?" I shrugged. "Minute or two." "Well, hope it was worth it to ya," Ollie remarked, still chuckling as he turned his attention back to his food. "Of course," I chirped playfully even as inwardly, I was sighing in relief. I couldn?t believe that I?d actually gotten caught staring at Ollie. I wasn?t even attracted to the guy! Shaking my head, I let out a little sigh and got back to eating. That was what I was supposed to be doing, not thinking about my stupid roommate. There wasn?t even anything to think about. After all, we?d been friends for years. We knew pretty much everything there was to know about one another. I?d even told him about how revolting it had been that time that one asshole kissed me in the elevator. Clearly, I hadn?t suddenly started liking guys just because I was a girl now. I definitely still liked girls. There was that time with Gina where ... and that Deirdre girl ... and well, I may not have actually slept with either, but that was just because of what that asshole did to me. If anything that was just more proof that guys were no good. Of course, there was no way that Ollie would do something like that to me. I could tell that just from the way he?d held me in ... but that didn?t change anything, damn it. Right? "Ashley?" Ollie spoke up. "What?!" I snapped far too sharply as I jerked my head up from my thoughts. Clearly surprised, my friend reeled back from my outburst. "Sorry, I, uh ... I didn?t mean to ..." Wincing, I looked away. "It?s fine. I was just ... trying to figure something out." "Ah ..." Ollie breathed in understanding. "Anything I can help with?" I shook my head. "No, I don?t think so." "Well, you never know. Try me," Ollie suggested, gesturing at me to lay my problems on him. There was just one little issue with that idea. Ollie was my problem, him and his stupid insistence on carrying me the other night. Fuck, if he just hadn?t done that, none of this nonsense would?ve come up, and we probably could?ve just gone on being friends froever. My lack of answer had my roommate?s lips curling into a smirk as he cocked an eyebrow at me. "What? Is it something really embarrassing?" he asked, causing my cheeks to heat up, because this was in fact something embarrassing. Unfortunately, that only led him to be more certain of his guess. "It is, isn?t it? Oh, now I really wanna know. Come on. Tell me." "No, it?s not!" I tried to deny far too late, letting out a frustrated huff. "And even if it was, I certainly wouldn?t tell you of all people." My roommate shrugged. "That?s fine. If you don?t tell me then I can just come up with whatever embarrassing situation I want, Maybe your dress got caught in an elevator door and the whole thing got ripped off you." "Except I?m wearing the same dress I was this morning," I noted, sitting up a little straighter to give a clearer view of the outfit. That point served only to get my friend to lean in, peering at me skeptically. "Hmm ..." "You know it?s not polite to stare at a girl?s tits like that," I taunted. "I?m not staring at your tits, jackass! I?m looking at your dress!" Ollie growled, rubbing at his chin. "And I?m not sure it?s the same one. Weren?t you wearing purple today." "That was yesterday," I amended "Mmm ..." Ollie hummed for a moment before shrugging. "If you say so." Rolling my eyes, I smirked a little. "Thanks. Nice to know all the effort I put into looking good gets noticed." "Hey, I didn?t say that! You always look amazing," Ollie was quick to correct. "It just doesn?t matter much which specific dress you?re wearing. Well, unless it?s that one from Halloween. Whew ... " Briefly, the guy paused to wipe at his brow as if sweating the heat. "... talk about hot." Unlike my friend, I actually did feel warm or at least my face did as I looked down and away. "Yeah ... " "That gown you wore to that other party was pretty incredible, too, come to think of it," Ollie added thoughtfully. Even as the room seemed to grow warmer still, I critiqued, "Sounds like you?re just a fan of evening gowns." My roommate shrugged. "Maybe. Might be because they?re so rare. I mean, girls don?t really wear that kinda stuff much anymore. They?re mostly just for red carpet events and highschool dances, and we don?t exactly go to many of those anymore." Latching onto the shift in topic, I gathered a long list of complaints about evening gowns to dive into, but I never got the chance to say a word. "Of course, not like it matters much with you. Your F game is like most girls A game," Ollie prattled on, bringing the conversation right back to me. "Even with bed hair, red eyes, and a baggy t-shirt you still look great." Jaw tightening, I scoffed out, "Pfft, whatever," adding a dismissive wave of my hand. "Y?know, I was just joking about the whole getting noticed thing, not fishing for compliments, so you can stop spewing nonsense already." "It?s not?" Ollie started to say something only to cut himself off with a mumbled, "Nevermind." Ignoring that, I made a show of assessing the food left on my plate before finally declaring, "Welp, I think I?ve had enough. You wanna get outta here?" "You sure?" Ollie questioned, furrowing his brow as he looked at the considerable amount left in front of me. "You didn?t eat very much." "Just wasn?t hungry," I explained with a vague shrug. For a moment, my friend peered at me dubiously, seeming like he was going to pry into that answer, too, but he didn?t do it. Instead, he nodded and turned with a simple, "Alright, I?ll see if I can flag down our waitress." *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 45 "Hi! You must be Ashley. I?m Janelle," the chubby, older woman chirped out in a voice that was all cutesy energy, while her hands flew about in exaggerated gestures and a big smile adorned her face. "It?s so nice to meet you." Unsure exactly how to handle such a profuse welcome, I offered an uneasy, "Uhm ... it?s nice to meet you, too," as I rose from my seat in the waiting area. My failure to match her enthusiasm did nothing to dim the stylist?s mood. Her response was every bit as bubbly as the first thing she?d said. "I just love your hair by the way. I can?t remember the last time someone came in with natural red hair. It is natural, right?" Talk of what was and wasn?t natural immediately put me on edge. "Yeah ..." "Wonderful! I knew there was no way something that vibrant came from a bottle!" Janelle exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight, before narrowing her eyes slightly. "I hope you?re not planning to make me color it something else." "No," I informed the lady. "Oh, Thank God," the stylist breathed out before spinning around to start off. "Now, why do you follow me on back, and we?ll talk about what you are planning to do with it, today. Just a little trim? A subtle shift? A daring new style?" Following after the woman, I screwed my face up a little at the barrage of questions. "Uhm ... I was thinking just a trim. Why? Is there something wrong with the style it?s in." "No! Of course not, hun. Your hair looks amazing, like so amazing that I?m literally burning up inside, I am so jealous right now," Janelle was quick to emphatically assure me. "Still, sometimes, it?s not about looks. Sometimes, people just come in looking for a change, something different to spice things up for a date or get them out of a rut. Whatever you?re looking to do, I?ll make sure you look gorgeous after." "Ah ..." I acknowledged. "Then yeah, just a trim." "You?re the boss, hun," the stylist declared right before she stopped and spun back to face me. "Now, why don?t you sit right here, while I go find something to cover you up, so nothing happens to that adorable outfit you're wearing." Having been caught up in the woman?s frenetic way of speaking, I had to actually look around to see where ?right here? was. When I did, I frowned in confusion, because it was the middle of a large room with none of the usual mirrors or hair cutting tools that I was used to seeing in a place like this. Instead, it was just rows of comfortable looking seats with sinks behind them, one of which Janelle had pointed to. "Here?" I questioned doubtfully. "Yep," the stylist confirmed as she spun away again. "I?ll be right back." As the woman left, I just stood there watching her go for a moment before I glanced at the chair that she?d indicated. After another beat of looking at that, I shrugged and slipped into the seat. I might not know what was going on, but I assumed the stylist knew what she was doing. At least, I sure hoped she did. That assumption didn?t stop me from indulging my curiosity as I looked around the space. There wasn?t much else to see in the room I was currently in, but I could see into other rooms from where I sat. The most obvious was another large room in which several women, mostly thirties or forties in age, sat chatting with one another. At least two thirds of them had their hair tangled up in some crazy mess of aluminum foil for some reason. Fuck if I knew what that reason was, though. Outside of that large room, there were also several smaller, more private rooms off to the sides. It was in those that I saw the sort of things I expected from a hair salon, the adjustable chair, the array of hair products and tools, and several mirrors to show the customer what was being done. A couple even had women in them who were in the midst of being worked on by other chipper stylists that jabbered away with incessant energy. "Alright, here you go!" Janelle chirped as she returned with a long, black apron in hand. "Let?s get this on you, so we can get started." "Okay," I agreed, letting the woman wrap the covering around my neck and fasten it in place. While she did, though, I tilted my head toward one of the smaller side rooms. "Do you not have a room of your own like everyone else?" "What?" the stylist blurted out in confusion, before quickly shaking her. "Oh no! I do!" "Then why are we out here?" I inquired. "To wash your hair, of course," Janelle informed me as if that should be obvious. "You did make an appointment for a full service cut and style, didn?t you?" Blinking in bewilderment, I leaked out a long, "Uhm ... maybe?" I vaguely remembered the girl on the phone saying something similar to that when I?d made the appointment, but I?d been too busy focusing on how long the wait for a simple haircut had been. Apparently, that was because haircuts for girls weren?t so simple. "Well, you?re certainly on the books for a full service, but if you want to skip the wash we can. I?ll make sure you don?t get charged for it," Janelle offered agreeably. "Uhm ... " I stalled to buy a moment?s thought. "Do most of your customers do the wash?" Nodding in confirmation, Janelle hummed. "Mmhmm, but that?s because it?s required for a color job. Since you just want a cut, it?s not necessary. It does make it a little easier on me, though, and most people seem to enjoy the pampering." "Huh ..." I mumbled out before shrugging. "Alright, let?s do it." "Great!" came the stylist?s delighted acceptance before she patted a cut out little divot on the side of the basin behind my chair. "Then just sit back and put the back of your neck right around here, okay?" "Okay," I agreed, leaning back to rest my head in the indicated spot. Before I settled into place, though, an involuntary twitch shot through me as hands darted underneath me to scoop my hair out of the way and up into the basin, brushing my neck and scalp a few times in the process. It was harmless enough, so I pushed right on through until everything seemed to be situated. "That good?" "Perfect," Janelle told me, followed immediately by the sound of a faucet turning on, then the feel of perfectly warm water in my hair. It didn?t stop with just water, though. No, rather than just spray my hair from afar, the stylist got her hands in there as well. Well, one hand for the moment, shifting around the mass of hair to make sure it all was properly soaked. Once that was done, I heard the faucet turn off just before the second hand joined the first as the smell of flowers and citrus filled the air. That was when the pampering part began as the woman not only lathered up my hair, but gave a little scalp massage to go with it. It was so pleasant and relaxing that I couldn?t help but leaked out a little moan of delight. "Glad you said yes to the wash. Aren?t ya?" Janelle asked, sounding a bit smug about it. Lost in the feel of it, I just purred out a contented, "Mmhmm." That response got a giggle from the stylist, but she didn?t say any more. That let me just sink into the wonderful work she was doing which had only one flaw ? not lasting longer. With professional speed, Janelle had my hair cleaned, conditioned, and then wrapped up in a towel so perfectly that it didn?t even seem possible. "Alright, now it?s time to go to my little corner of this place," the woman declared. "Up you go." Far from pleased to have the wash over with so quickly, I shoved myself up with a grumbled, "Fine." Laughing lightly, Janelle took off, guiding me to another chair inside of one of the small offshoot rooms. Once I was seated within, she spun me around to face the big mirror in front and whipped the towel of my head. My wet hair spilled down in a mess that she quickly sorted out with first her fingers then a comb. "Now then, you wanted the same style and length, just cleaned up a bit. Correct?" Janelle double-checked my earlier answer. "Yep," I confirmed, quite happy with how my hair looked, or at least, how it had looked two months of growth ago. "Got it!" the stylist announced brightly before she got to work. For the first couple of seconds, I tensed as if I expected something terrible to happen, like having the woman just chop off a huge swath of the fiery locks. Of course, she did no such thing. She merely nipped at the ends with expert precision. In fact, other than the length that my hair was being left at, it was mostly the same as the many haircuts I?d had as a man over the years. Well, at least something was the? "So, tell me about yourself," Janelle drowned out the tranquil snip of scissors. "What do you do? Are you a model? One of these new social media influencers? Aspiring actress maybe?" Knowing that at least some of that was the empty flattery of someone in the service industry, I chuckled while resisting the urge to shake my head. "No, nothing like that. I?m an executive assistant." "Really?" the woman questioned, sounding genuinely surprised and a little disappointed. "Yep," I confirmed. "But it?s not like I just answer phones or something. My boss trusts me with a lot of important projects. Honestly, I do more executive work than most of the executives at the place." "Oh ... well, that?s great," Janelle replied, sounding incredibly insincere. "Kinda surprising, though. I mean, if I looked half as good as you did, you can bet I?d be off doing bikini shoots on tropical islands not sitting behind a desk in some office building." I shrugged a little. "I don?t know. I might try it some time, but I think it would get kind of boring just standing in front of a camera all the time. Nothing to think about. Nothing to do except try not to move when the photographer takes the picture." "I could see that, but it would totally be worth it to make millions for a few weekends worth of work while spending all of my time travelling and having men fawn all over me," Janelle countered. "And speaking of men fawning all over someone, you must have them clambering over one another to get to you." "I guess," I answered disinterestedly. "Oh, stop it. No one likes false modesty," Janelle chastised lightly before immediately shifting to a more conspiratorial tone. "Any special ones standing out from the crowd? Boyfriend? Fianc?? Husband?" While a perfectly innocuous question, it flustered me a little, leading to a stammered, "N-Nope." "Ooo, that sure doesn?t sound like there?s no one special," Janelle cooed excitedly. "Tell me about him? Are you waiting for him to ask you out?" Face heating up, I blurted out, "No!" The too-quick and emphatic denial earned a tittering giggle from the stylist. "Aw, there?s no need to hide it, hun. It?s not like he?s gonna walk in and catch us talking about him." "There?s no one to talk about!" I insisted. "So your words keep saying," Janelle remarked. "The fact that you?re turning as red as your hair says there is, though." Suddenly, I felt very much like I did whenever Gina caught me in her clutches, and in turn I felt just as powerless to escape. No, if anything, it felt even less possible, because I was stuck in this chair until the haircut was done. Why did girls always want to pry into every little fucking thing? "Argh, well there?s not!" I growled in frustration. "Aw, come on," Janelle whined. "What?s the problem?" He your boss? Got a girlfriend? Wife? Prison? Overseas? Too intimidated to ask you out?" "There?s no problem, because there?s no guy!" I exclaimed. To my surprise, the stylist leaked out an exasperated sigh of, "Fine ... don?t tell me. I am a little surprised, though. Who would?ve thought someone that looked like you would have boy trouble?" "I don?t?" I started to deny as I had previously, but I ended up sighing instead. "I think everyone has trouble with that kind of stuff, no matter what they look like." "Maybe," Janelle allowed briefly. "Or maybe I?ll just have to make you look so good he?ll have to ask you out." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Ugh ..." I groaned as I trudged wearily into my apartment, slamming the door closed behind me. "Uh oh!" Ollie exclaimed from the living room, looking over my way as I rounded the corner. "Well, it doesn?t look like anyone butchered your hair, so I?m guessing the experience was awful?" Shaking my head, I tossed my purse on the counter. "No, not really. It just took for fucking ever." "I guess it is pretty late," Ollie remarked with a chuckle. "No kidding," I muttered as I walked over to plop on the couch. Smirking, my roommate gave me a little shrug. "Well, at least your hair looks great." "Huh? Oh ... thanks," I mumbled, twirling a few of my recently trimmed locks around a finger. "Not sure it was worth the thirty minute styling session after it was already cut to get it this good, though." "thirty minutes? What did she do to take that fucking long?" Ollie questioned in disbelief. "Might as well ask what she didn?t do ..." I muttered in irritation. "She had to brush it out, then she wound it onto another brush that was kinda like a rolling pin while she blew it dry to get like this slight curl up at the ends. Then, she tousled it around to get some volume in it, but it was too much volume, so she had to spritze it with some spray to take care of fly-aways, and ugh ..." "Jeez ... was she cutting your hair or building it from scratch?" Ollie joked. Chuckling, I gave a helpless shrug. "I?m gonna guess building, considering what it all ended up costing." A wince tightened my friend?s face. "How much?" "With tip? A little over three hundred dollars," I declared. "Wow ... seriously?" Ollie breathed in disbelief. "Yep," I confirmed with a nod. "That was the full service cut and wash, though. I could?ve probably saved some money going with a cheaper option." "Full service cut and wash?" Ollie repeated back with obvious bewilderment. "Sounds more like a car detailer than a hair salon." That joke got a full on laugh out of me. "Kinda was like that, yeah. Whatever the wash cost, though, it was so worth it. The girl I got, Janelle, gave me this, like, scalp massage while she was doing it, and the shampoo smelled great. I was actually tempted to buy some, before I found out how much everything cost. Plus, apparently, there?s, like, a specialty store that sells salon hair products for a lot less, so if I really want it, I?ll see about picking it up there." "A scalp massage, huh?" Ollie mused. "What next? Gonna get a mani- pedi?" The suggestion got me tilting my head thoughtfully, and even lifting a hand to look at my nails. Like my hair, they?d been pristine when I first became a girl. Unlike my hair, though, they were short then, and I?d kept them that way since. However, my efforts were far from pristine, leaving them looking rough and uneven rather than immaculate. "Hmm ... maybe?" I mused. "Seriously?" Ollie blurted out in surprise. I shrugged. "I don?t know. I mean, girls must get ?em for a reason. If it?s just so they can get those disgusting, fake, talon-like nails installed, though, then fuck no." I shuddered at the thought. "Euhhhh ... I hate those things." Chuckling, Ollie nodded in agreement. "Yeah, never been a fan of those either." "Yep ... " I mumbled absently as I dropped my hand onto my stomach to rub it. "Anyway ... the only thing I?m more than tired is hungry, so please tell me you cooked dinner and just put mine in the fridge until I got home." "Sadly, if I told you that, it would be a lie," Ollie admitted. "I?ve actually been sitting here bitching to myself about how long you?re taking, because I?m starving, too." A helpless little giggle slipped out of me as I forced myself to sit up. "Well, I got more than enough chit-chat for one day while I was getting my hair cut, so why don?t we stop sitting around and go get something to eat?" Nodding in agreement, Ollie shoved himself to his feet. "Sounds good to me." *********************************************** *********************************************** "You turned her down?!" I gasped in surprise. "Why?! You just said she was cute!" Across the booth from me, Ollie shrugged. "She was ... is. Just not my type, though." "Sure doesn?t sound like she?s cute" I remarked skeptically. "What?s wrong with her? Fat? No boobs?" "What? No!" Ollie denied. "She?s cute." "I don?t know ..." I mumbled. Chuckling, my roommate shook his head. "Whatever. Did you want me to take a picture of her before I turned her down or something? Would you believe me then?" "Probably not," I answered matter-of-factly. A snort turned my friend?s chuckles into a full on guffaw. "And why?s that exactly?" "Why would I believe that some cute girl asked you out, and then you said no?" I shot back. "Well, one did, and I did," Ollie insisted. I clicked my tongue at that. "Yeah, I don?t believe it. There had to be a reason. Was it because she asked you not the other way around?" "Definitely not," Ollie declared. "That part was awesome. It?s super flattering to have someone just come up and ask you out. Real ego boost." Screwing my face up, I tilted my head a little to the side. "I guess ..." "Oh?" Ollie remarked, cocking an eyebrow at me. "Is someone suffering from hot girl blues? Boohoo, life is so hard, because everyone wants to be with me." Rattling my throat, I rolled my eyes at that nonsense. "Whatever." A few snickers at my expense followed, but Ollie?s next question was serious. "Is it really that bad?" I shrugged. "Eh. Not really. It can be pretty annoying, though, when some random guy just springs out of nowhere to be like, ?Hey, I can see you?re busy with something else, but I really like your tits. Wanna go out sometime??." That example got a laugh from my friend. "No one has ever sprung out of anything and said that to you." "They might as well," I muttered, rolling my eyes. "I swear, there needs to be, like, a class in highschool on picking up girls, because most guys are fucking terrible at it." "Having never been picked up by a guy, I?ll take your word on that," Ollie allowed with a chuckle. "It?s not like any guy has a chance with you, though, no matter how awesome they are at picking up girls." "Well yeah ... obviously ..." I mumbled, looking down for a moment before lifting my gaze back up to segue, "Anyway ... speaking of people with no chance, you still haven?t told me what was wrong with this girl to make you turn her down." My friend rolled his eyes. "Yes, I did. I told you. She?s not my type." "Yeah, yeah, whatever," I dismissed that lame excuse. "You?re type is basically just any girl that's cute and willing to go out with you, so you either lied about her being cute, lied about her asking you out, or are lying about her not being your type." "I mean, I do like cute girls, but that?s not my type," Ollie countered. "What is then?" I asked. "Ugly girls?" Chuckling, my roommate shook his head. "Nope." "Ugh, then tell me what is!" I demanded. For a moment, Ollie gave me a weird look before one corner of his lips curled up ever so slightly. "No, now that I know how much you wanna know, I think I?ll keep it to myself." "What?!" I questioned, screwing my face up in confusion. "That makes no fucking sense. Just tell me already." A full on grin spread across my friend?s face as he shook his head. "Nope." "Fine! Whatever! Don?t tell me!" I huffed dismissively. "I don?t fucking care." "Yeah ... except you do," Ollie mocked, grin growing even broader. "It?s eating ya up right now, isn?t it?" "No, it isn?t," I scoffed, folding my arms under my its. "Mmm ... your frustration is delicious," Ollie taunted. Rattling my throat, I tossed a glare at my friend. "Uck, fuck you, you ass." *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 46 "Ahhhhh ... Saturday ..." I sighed in delight as I flopped onto the couch and immediately went into a very long and indulgent stretch. "Mmm, no work, no heels, no taking an hour to get ready, and no one staring at my tits." Releasing the stretch, I looked down at my massive mounds and gave a little shrug. "Well, Ollie probably will at some point, but ... whatever." Honestly, even if I wasn?t wearing some sexy dress, my boobs did look decidedly stare-worthy at the moment. That came from the fact that the only thing covering the ripe melons was a tiny, very clingy, spaghetti- strapped top. I hadn?t even bothered with a bra, so my nipples were poking through the fabric even without them being stiff. "If I turned the AC up, I?d probably rip a couple holes in this thing," I joked, giving a little tug on the thin, stretchy fabric of the top. Chuckling at the absurd idea, I rolled onto my side to reach for the remote. That was a bit of a stretch in its own right. The coffee table was still situated at a distance that was more appropriate for my male self, making me have to work a little to get my shorter female arms to reach the remote on top of it. I supposed I could?ve just gotten up and moved it a little closer to the couch to spare myself the problem in the future, but I didn?t bother. I could still reach it from where I was lying, with my fingertips, if I was willing to squish one of my tits to roll far enough. That was good enough. "Gotcha!" I declared in triumph as I finally snared the device and rolled back into a more comfortable position on the couch. A moment later the TV was on, leaving me the task of figuring out what exactly I wanted to watch. Not that it really mattered. Any random thing would? The sound of a text message arriving chirped out from behind me, pushing its way into the midst of my plans for lounging. "Mmrr ... damn it," I grumbled as I glanced back over my shoulder. All that let me actually see was the back of the couch, but I could still glare through it at the kitchen counter where my phone was sitting. "Can?t a girl get a Saturday to herself?" Despite my complaints, I set the remote aside and shoved myself to my feet to go see who wanted what. The whole trek, I glared at my phone, resting there all innocent-like on its charger. Fucking thing. When I finally snatched up the phone, I found a text from Gina that bluntly read, "Decide to date Ollie yet?" "Ugh ..." I groaned, rolling my eyes as I typed out my answer. "I?m not gonna date Ollie." "But you?ll be so cute together!" Gina?s response came, and I could practically hear the beautiful woman?s delighted amusement. "We would not!" I retorted. "Don?t give me that. You so would!" Gina countered. Growling, I just rolled my eyes and walked back to plop on the couch without bother to answer. The obnoxious woman would just keep pestering me if I did, working her wiles and logic against me until she got what she wanted. It really wasn?t fair. Sure enough, another message came through even without my involvement, "Plus, if you did, we could have a three way!" Wincing at the very tempting offer, I muttered, "Really not fair." Again, I didn?t bother to answer, just tossed my phone onto the couch beside me and grabbed the remote to try to find something to watch. To my surprise, there wasn?t just another teasing text to follow after the last one. Instead, I actually got left alone for a bit, but not completely. When the next text did come through, I was tempted to just ignore it entirely or even turn my phone off, but for some reason, I ended up reading it instead. This time, Gina had something far more serious to say to me. "Have you at least given it some serious thought?" Sighing, I typed out a response. "I?m not into guys. That?s all the thought it takes." "That?s not true," came Gina?s next text. "Yes, it is!" I both yelled and typed. For several seconds my phone was silent, leaving me staring at it. Damn thing almost seemed to stare back at me. No, it felt like it was Gina doing the staring, looking at me with condescending experience, like she knew better than I did what I wanted. When an answer finally came, it was a simple and unexpected, "Prove it." "What?" I mumbled in confusion before typing out. "Prove it? How the fuck do I do that?" "You?re at home right?" Gina asked. Sensing a trap, I hesitantly answered, "Yes." My fear seemed well-founded when a moment later I got the following text, "Then go into your room, think about being with Ollie, and see if you can ?enjoy yourself?." "What?!" I gasped as my thumbs frantically denied. "I?m not doing that!" "Why not? You?ll have fun," came Gina?s first reply, followed in rapid succession by another. "Might help with getting over your little hangup, too." "I said no!" I shot off in retort. A shrug came back followed by, "Suit yourself." With a disgusted rattle of my throat, I tossed my phone on the couch beside me and slouched back against the couch to rub at my face. "Jeez ... what the fuck is she thinking?" Of course, that wasn?t really a question I needed an answer to, since I already had it. It was obvious what Gina was thinking. She thought that I?d have no trouble ... ?enjoying myself? to the idea of being with Ollie, that just thinking about it wouldn?t turn my stomach. What a bunch of fucking nonsense. Like I was going to get all hot and bothered just thinking about Ollie?s arms wrapped around me, strong but gentle as they cradled me to his chest, eyes looking down on me with such? "No no no no no no no!" I barked out in rapid succession, shaking my head vigorously to clear it of such thoughts. Once I?d managed that, I flopped back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling while trying not to think about how warm I suddenly felt. That didn?t mean anything. I just ... hadn?t had sex in a while. Yeah. That had to be it. Actually, thinking about it, it had been a long time for me. Not just with sex either. I hadn?t even touched myself since ... that guy. It was really no wonder that I was so fucking horny. "Welp, that?s easy to fix," I remarked as I flipped off the TV, hopped to my feet, and started off toward my room. A little ?me? time sounded fun, and Ollie was out running errands, so I did have the place all to myself. In my room, I stopped in front of the mirror to look myself over, wondering if I should change into something sexier. "Mmm, nah," I decided after a moment. It might not be the fanciest outfit, but the skimp top and the snug pajama shorts that I wore with it were plenty hot. "Besides, not like I?m gonna keep it on, anyway." While the decision was made, I didn?t stop looking at my reflection. If anything, I grew more interested in it, focusing on one aspect after another. First my gaze ran over the long, shapely legs, then up along well-rounded hips and a tiny waist to shirt-straining tits, and finally to a beautiful face ? my beautiful face. My twin in the mirror suddenly frowned as she swept her gaze over me just like I swept mine over her. Doing so only made the issue more obvious. I was still hot, incredibly, unbelievably hot, and looking at myself in the mirror was a turn on, but only a mild one. When I?d first changed, I would?ve been rearing to go already, eager to get my hands on the outstanding body of the girl in the mirror. Now, I just felt a little aroused. My nipples had swelled a bit, but weren't really hard, and down below I wasn?t hot and wet, just a little warm and interested. "Maybe I just need to ..." I mumbled as I reached up to grab my tits and start playing with them. Yeah, that helped, especially when I ran my palms over my nipples, which were eager to stiffen now. Closing my eyes, I continued to rub at the mammoth mounds, enjoying their feel, thinking about the time that Gina and I had made out on my bed, especially that little ear nibble she did. "Mmm ..." I moaned softly as I stepped back. When my knees hit the bed I sat down on the edge like I had been that day. I didn?t stay sitting for long, though. No, imagined hands pushed me down and played with my breasts as pretend lips kissed mine. In reality, one of my hands actually abandoned my breasts, sliding down along my torso. In my mind, that hand belonged to Gina. She was the one whose fingertips brushed my stomach before slipping into the waistband of my shorts. She was the one nearing the hot, wet? The sound of my legs clapping together shattered the moment as my hand lurched up out of my shorts. Suddenly, the fantasy was gone. It was just me there, lying on the bed, gasping for breath as the unpleasant sensation of being unfulfilled quickly took the place of the previous moment?s pleasure. Propping myself up on one hand, I looked past my tits to my tightly clamped legs then glanced over at the hand that had just seconds ago been ready to dive in between them. I tried to flex the fingers on that hand, and they moved, once again all mine. I tried to spread my legs, and they obeyed me too. I tried slipping the hand between them, but I felt no urge to clamp them shut again, nor did they move on their own. Even when I went further, sliding my hand back into my shorts and then poking one finger into the still-wet slit within, nothing happened. After all, it was just my hand. It went between my legs every time I had to wipe or put in a tampon, and there was never any problem. Except, a little bit ago, I hadn?t been thinking of it as my hand. Wrapped up in fantasy, I?d been thinking of it as Gina?s. Why had I even done that? Hadn?t I just been playing with my tits in front of the mirror? Looking over at the closet, I found my reflection looking every bit as bewildered as I was. She certainly didn?t have any answers to give me. After all, I hadn?t even been looking at her for most of what had just happened; hadn?t been looking at anything at all, despite having someone as hot as her right there to gaze upon as much as I wanted. Jerking my attention from the mirror, I gave my head a vigorous shake. "That?s enough of that," I muttered, pushing myself to my feet. Skirting around my bed, I left the room to get back to my lazy Saturday, pausing only long enough to stop by the bathroom and clean up the wet mess that had been left between my legs. *********************************************** *********************************************** A long yawn slid out of me as the episode that I?d been watching came to an end. By the time it finished, the next episode was already starting, but I didn?t pay attention to that. Instead, I flopped onto my back to indulge in an even longer stretch. It felt nice, but it did little to energize me. Once it was over, I just stared up at the ceiling for a couple of seconds before tilting my head to the side to keep watching the TV. The show didn?t get far before a new interruption arrived ? the sound of someone opening the front door then coming inside. A second later, Ollie called out from the kitchen, "Hey!" "Hey," I grunted back without moving from my spot. The sound of heavy bags being set down on counters followed before my roommate asked, "So what have you been up to all day?" "Nothing," I answered curtly. "Nothing, huh?" Ollie acknowledged. "Well then, you should have plenty of energy to come help me put these groceries away." The idea of having to get up, much less do something, pulled a weary groan out of me. "Ugh, I think you can handle groceries on your own." "I can, but I was the one that went out and bought ?em, so you get to put ?em away," Ollie retorted. "Psh, I didn?t ask you to go buy shit," I countered. "Oh, I see. That is true. You didn?t," Ollie?s words conceded, but his sarcastic tone did not. "Then I guess you don?t want to eat any of the stuff I bought. You?ll just stick to what?s already here which I think is, like, a half-empty jar of pickles and a bowl or two of cereal with no milk." "Ugh, fine!" I growled before rolling over to shove myself to my feet. "If you?re gonna be a fucking ass about it, I?ll put the fucking groceries away." Chuckling, Ollie quirked an eyebrow at me. "Really? I go pick up groceries by myself, so you can sleep in and lounge about all day, and I?m an ass for expecting you to help put ?em away when I get back?" "Yep," I confirmed while trudging into the kitchen. "Big, fat, giant ass." "Right ..." Ollie mumbled, shaking his head incredulously. "Anyway ... I still got bags down in the car, so I?m gonna go get ?em." "Whatever," I grumbled as I stepped by my roommate to get to the bags already on the counter. "I?m only doing these two. The rest are yours." With that, I got to work on emptying the first bag, grabbing a couple of items and turning to go put them away. However, when I turned back, I found out I was the only one working. Ollie was just standing there looking at me. Jaw tightening, I narrowed my eyes at my friend. "What?! You just gonna stand there fucking staring at me? ?Cause I?m not giving a free show here. If you wanna stare, I ain?t fucking helping with this shit." "Sorry, I didn?t mean to uh ..." Ollie mumbled out in apology as he jerked his eyes away from me. "Whatever," I spat as I stomped over to grab the next items out of the bag. In spite of the chastisement, my friend kept right on standing there. I even caught a glimpse of him peeking at me out of the corner of my eye. Argh ... that fucking ... he?d better fucking knock that shit off before? "Uhm ... did something happen while I was out?" Ollie spoke up. Instantly, my whole body locked up, freezing me in place for one painful beat before I forced myself to start moving again, beginning with a shake of my head. "N-No. Why?" "It?s just ... " Ollie began only to pause briefly before asking, "Your period didn?t come early this month, did it?" "What the fuck?!" I blurted, whipping about to glare at my fucking roommate. "No my period didn?t come fucking early, you fucking asshole!" Lurching back, Ollie yanked his hands up in a sign of surrender. "Sorry! It?s just ..." "Just what?!" I demanded when the fucker tried to trail off again. A wince shot through my roommate?s face as his gaze fell. "Nothing. Sorry. I shouldn?t have said anything." "Yeah, well, maybe you should?ve thought of that before you fucking did, you ass!" I spat, slamming the box I held in my hand onto the counter. I followed that by shoving my way past my roommate while hissing, "Put your own fucking groceries away." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Fucking Ollie," I muttered as I curled up a little tighter on my bed, burying myself deeper under my blanket. It had been at least an hour since it had happened, but I still couldn?t believe that Ollie had actually fucking asked me if I was on my period. What the fuck did he think I was, some raging, emotional bitch? He was the fucking asshole that just rolled up into the aparment yelling at me to do shit, while he leered at me like ... "Argh!" I snarled, smacking my head against my pillow. The effort did little to stop the tears welling up in my eyes. It wasn?t the first time they?d showed up either. Their first arrival had been right after I?d slammed the door to my room closed and thrown myself onto my bed, and they had come and gone several times since then. Worst of all wasn?t the constant reappearances. No, it was the fact that I no fucking clue why I was crying at all. I was angry, not sad, and I had every fucking right to be. This whole mess was Ollie?s fucking fault. Yet, he was fine, and I was stuck in my room, sobbing into my pillow like some heartbroken teenager. It wasn?t fucking fair. As if trying to pour salt into the wound, that was the moment that my supposed friend chose to knock on the door and meekly call out, "Ashley?" Twisting about to glare at the door, I barked back, "What?!" hating how ragged and emotional my voice sounded. "I, uh ... I made dinner," came Ollie?s quiet answer. "Good for fucking you!" I shot back. "Now leave me the fuck alone!" There was a pause after that, just long enough to make me think that maybe I would be left in peace, before my roommate spoke again. "Want yours right now or should I??" "You should fucking leave me alone like I fucking told you to!" I shrieked, wincing at how shrill and bitchy it came out. It was Ollie?s fucking fault. If he would just? Regardless of my thoughts on the matter, Ollie didn?t leave. "Look, Ash, you have every right to be mad at me, but?" "You?re damn fucking right I do!" I shouted over his words. Falling silent, Ollie waited for me to finish before continuing. "You do, but I am sorry. I never should?ve said that." "So what?!" I scoffed. "You think some lame fucking apology changes anything?!" "No," Ollie answered immediately. "I?m not expecting you to forgive me or hang out or anything. I?m just hoping it?ll be enough to get you to eat dinner. You don?t even have to come out. I can leave it right here for you." Teeth grinding together, I glared at the door, feeling the urge to just scream at the guy on the other side of it, but it never burst free. It just withered away within me, leaving me feeling hollow. My stomach seemed to agree as it decided that was the moment to gurgle out its desire for food. Rolling my eyes, I shook my head and let out a defeated sigh before finally answering, "Fine. Leave it there." "Will do," was the last thing Ollie said, before I heard him finally walk away and leave me alone. Skeptical, I eyed the door for a second before slipping out of bed to pad over. Cracking it opened, I peeked out, but found no Ollie waiting in hiding. However, I did find a plate of food that certainly smelled delicious with an open and very welcome bottle of beer sitting beside it. With one last glance around to make sure my roommate wasn?t around, I scooped the items up and ducked back into my room, kicking the door closed behind me. In spite of being made by a fucking asshole, the meal was pretty good. *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 47 A sigh slipped through my lips as I set my brush down on the vanity. It wasn?t because I disliked the results of my labor when I looked in the mirror. Every lock of my fiery hair was lying pretty much perfectly, silken and shimmering. The face it framed was as beautiful as it always was. I just really didn?t want the attention that it would bring today. "Maybe, I should lose the belt," I mused, glancing down at my outfit. At the moment, it looked like I was wearing a dress, but I technically wasn?t. I was wearing something called a tunic top, a style that was long and baggy enough to serve as one ? at least, this one was. The length was great enough to reach my thighs, covering my ass in the process, and the bagginess was thwarted by a belt around my waist which pulled the loose fabric up against my curves. Combined with some black leggings and some matching high-heel boots, it made for a sexy and reasonably professional outfit, but it didn?t have to be. If I removed the belt, the top would billow out around me. It wouldn?t be enough to disguise my massive tits, but the rest of my curves would be lost underneath it?s camouflaging bulk. Would that even make a difference? Probably not. "Maybe, I should just call in sick," I proposed a different strategy, one that would ensure that I didn?t have to deal with anyone. It would also leave my boss in a lurch, scrambling to find someone to replace me. He undoubtedly would, but it would be some temp that simply had no hope of fulfilling all of my functions. "Whatever. I?ll just deal with it." Decision made, I turned around and walked out of the bathroom and off toward the kitchen. I didn?t make it all the way there, though. Halfway to my destination, I froze. The reason? Ollie. As was the norm, my roommate sat at the kitchen counter, waiting for me to be done with the bathroom, so he could take his shower. When I entered the living room, he looked up, and our eyes met. Doing so froze us both in place for one painfully awkward second. In near perfect unison, we both tried to speak, Ollie beginning, "Good?" but never finishing. I, however, did finish, spilling out a hasty, "You can use the bathroom," as I turned away to duck into the kitchen in search of breakfast. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my friend?s gaze follow me for a moment, and his mouth even opened as if to respond. No words ever came out of it, though. It just closed again as he nodded, rose, and left to go get ready for work. Sighing in relief, I quickly put together a bowl of cereal to eat and scarfed it down. The rush really wasn?t necessary. I had plenty of time, enough so that I usually sat around waiting for my roommate to finish getting ready. I wasn?t waiting for my roommate today, though. No, the moment I finished with breakfast, I dealt with my dishes, grabbed my purse, and left the apartment. After all, Ollie might do most of my driving for me these days, but I was still perfectly capable of driving myself places. Besides, if I didn?t, there would be a lot more than just one awkward moment. The two of us would be stuck in a car together for the entire commute. I could only imagine how awful that would be. This way, we could avoid all of that. *********************************************** *********************************************** "Ashley," the name cut through my thoughts, sharp and insistent. "Huh?!" I blurted in surprise, jerking my gaze up to find my boss somehow standing right in front of my desk without my having noticed him. At the moment, Mr. Johnston was peering at me with his brow furrowed. "You alright? You?re not usually one to zone out during work." "Oh, yeah, I?m fine I was just ..." I began, looking around for an excuse. I settled on my computer, gesturing at the screen. "Really into this project." Skepticism flooded my boss?s face. "You realize there?s no need to lie." "I?m not lying!" I retorted a bit too defensively. "You weren?t typing or even looking at the screen," Mr. Johnston pointed out. "You were just staring off into space." Wincing, I looked down. "That was just because I was thinking about what to do next." Chuckling, my boss shook his head. "Alright, I might?ve let this go if you?d just said you didn?t want to talk about, but not anymore. When I get back from this meeting, you?re going to cut the bullshit and tell me what?s really bothering you. Understand?" Another wince shot across my face. "There?s really not anything?" "Understand?" Mr. Johnston repeated more forcefully My shoulders slumped in defeat. "Yes, sir." "Glad to hear it," Mr. Johnston declared. "Now, I have to get going. You?re welcome to lie down on the couch in my office until I get back if it?ll help." "What?" I huffed incredulously "I have work to do." "Yes, just like you did a moment ago when you were staring off into space. If you?re not going to get anything done, you might as well go lie down," Mr. Johnston noted as he turned to leave. "Your choice, though." That comment had me glaring at my bosses back until he finally walked out of view before I finally growled, "Fuck that," and turned back to my computer to dive into my work. *********************************************** *********************************************** "Alright, so what?s bothering you?" Mr. Johnston asked as he dropped himself heavily into the chair behind his desk. Standing on the other side of the desk, I opened my mouth to deny that, but he beat me to the punch. "And don?t try to tell me it?s nothing." "It ? is ? nothing," I tried anyway. "Just because I zoned out one time, doesn?t mean?" "It?s more than that," Mr. Johnston interjected. "You?ve been acting weird all day. You?re usually on top of everything, but you forgot several important things when I came in this morning, not the least of which was failing to remind me about that meeting I just had. Plus, the work you have managed to get done has been sloppy at best. You?re clearly distracted, so either tell me why or take the rest of the day off to figure it out on your own, because you?re useless to me like this." That cutting indictment of my work made my body stiffen and my gaze drift down and away. It wasn?t just the insult of the thing. I could take criticism just fine. It was the fact that I hadn?t even realized I was doing that badly. Sure, there had been a slip here or there, but ... "Well?" Mr. Johnston pressured. "Which is it going to be?" "I ..." I started uncomfortably, but I ended up trailing off into an uncertain silence for a moment. "I?m sorry. I didn?t realize?" "Stop," Mr. Johnston cut me off. "You don?t need to apologize to me for being off your game today. Everyone has bad days. I wouldn?t mind an apology for lying to me, but I don?t really need that either. Just tell me what?s bothering you." Wincing, I leaked out a defeated sigh. "Fine, it?s really not a big deal or anything. Ollie and I just got into a fight is all." I shrugged. "It happens." My boss nodded in acknowledgement. "What about?" "Does it really matter?" I questioned. "Ollie and I have been roommates for years. Sometimes we get into arguments. They blow over." At least, that?s what used to happen. In fact, things were usually completely back to normal by the next day. This fight, though ... that hadn?t happened. Instead things were just ... awkward. I hated the knowing smile that curled my boss?s lips at my answer. "Just tell me what it was about. You never know. It might help." "Fine," I sighed, not that it actually was. It just didn?t seem likely that I?d get out of here without answering. "We were putting groceries away ... well, I was putting groceries away, anyway. Ollie was just staring at me like ... " I trailed off uncomfortably for a moment. "Well, y?know." "I?m well aware of your friend?s inability to keep his eyes off you, yes," Mr. Johnston acknowledged. "I?m also aware that it doesn?t usually lead to you two fighting." "That?s true ..." I conceded fidgeting with the fabric of my top. "But I do usually hassle him about it when I catch him, except this time he got all weird about it." "Weird how?" Mr. Johnston inquired. I shrugged. "Kinda like you?re being right now." "What? Concerned about you?" Mr. Johnston remarked with a smirk. Rattling my throat, I rolled my eyes. "More like fucking annoying and nosy." My boss chuckled at that. "Alright, and what happened next." "He started badgering me about something being wrong, which it wasn?t, but he wouldn?t fucking accept that, so he ... uhm ..." Face burning, I trailed into a quiet mumble of, "asked me if my period had come early." A sympathetic wince tightened my boss?s face. "Ouch." "Yeah, like the only possible reason why I might not want to put up with his fucing bullshit is that I?m hormonal and bleeding," I spat sarcastically. "Fucking asshole." "Yeah, not the smartest thing to say ..." Mr. Johnston agreed only to tilt his head curiously. "Do you actually have periods?" "What?" I gasped, eyes shooting wide. "Do you have periods?" Mr. Johnston repeated. Heat rushing my cheeks, I looked down and nodded. "Uhm ... yeah? Why?" "Huh ... " my boss acknowledged. "I mean, I guess I shouldn?t be surprised. The pills certainly seem to put everything in order, but it?s never come up for me, and it?s not like I?ve ever taken Gina to a doctor to get her checked out in that regard." "Well, it?s definitely come up for me," I huffed, folding my arms under my tits. "And no, he wasn?t right about that either." "Never said that he was," Mr. Johnston replied. "His idiocy just piqued my curiosity is all." "Whatever," I muttered. "Anyway, now, you know what happened. Happy?" My boss shook his head. "No, I?m not happy, but I also don?t actually know what happened." "I just told you!" I growled in frustration. "What are you gonna make me repeat it?!" "If you put in everything you left out, I wouldn?t mind," Mr. Johnston commented. "What?" I questioned, screwing my face. "I didn?t leave anything out." My boss raised an eyebrow at that. "Oh really?" "I didn?t!" I insisted. "I already told you we got into a fight after that." "You did," Mr. Johnston acknowledged. "You definitely left something out, though." "Oh, and what?s that, Mr. Guy-who-wasn?t-there?!" I demanded. Chuckles answered me before quickly trailing off into a sigh and a shake of my boss?s head. "You?re a lot more obvious than you think you are. If Ollie thought something was bothering you, it?s because you were acting like something was bothering you." "What?! That?s not?" I tried to protest. "Oh, save it," Mr. Johnston cut me off. "Do you think you?d be here in my office right now, spilling your guts, if you were any good at hiding how you felt?" Jaw tightening, I narrowed my eyes at the man. "The only reason I?m in here is because I work for a nosy, old man that thinks he knows better than everyone else." "Because I do know better," Mr. Johnston remarked with an arrogant smirk. "After all, I?ve been around a long time, and in that time I?ve dealt with plenty of upset women." "I?m not upset," I hissed through my teeth. "No, right now you?re angry," Mr. Johnston observed facetiously. "But I?m going to guess you were upset the day this fight happened. Upset enough that you didn?t just ?hassle? Ollie for ... appreciating your looks. Upset enough that it gave a normally smart man a reason to say something so utterly idiotic. The question is, why were you upset?" "I wasn?t upset then either!" I exclaimed. "Ollie?s just dumber than you think he is!" The sight that answered me was equal parts exasperated and patronizing. "Look, I get that you?ve probably got a whole lifetime of practice when it comes to ignoring your emotions and dealing with shit on your own, a lot of men do, but ignoring shit doesn?t make it go away, and there?s nothing wrong with talking about what?s bothering you. If you?re worried about me thinking you?re less macho because of it, don?t. I haven?t thought of you as being even the slightest bit macho since the day I first got you to wear a dress and let me do your makeup." My hands clenched into fists as I spat. "You mean the day you tricked me." "Tricked you into accepting the idea that you?re a woman now? A beautiful, capable one that doesn?t need to hide from reality by hiding in her apartment," Mr. Johnston countered. "You don?t need to hide from whatever was bothering you that day, either." "I?m not hiding from anything!" I declared. "Then tell me!" Mr. Johnston back. "Or if it makes you feel better, I?ll go pop a pill, so it?ll just be a couple of girls talking about their lives. Perfectly normal, right?" "That?s not ..." I started to refuse, but I never finished the thought. Something just welled up with me, driving all of that away before bursting out in a scream of, "There?s no point in fucking talking about it, alright?! You can?t fix it! No one can! I can?t even ?" The momentum ebbed, allowing me to bite off the flow of words. There was still too much of ... whatever inside of me, though. My body shook with tension, and my vision was nothing but a blur of tears that soon spilled out onto my face. With my liquid filled eyes, I couldn?t really see my boss?s reaction, but I could tell he was staring at me. I could feel his eyes on me, and I could hear the pity in his voice when he said, "Ashley, I?" "I?m going home," I declared as I spun around to rush out of the office. "Ashley!" my boss tried to call after me, but I didn?t stop or slow. No, I kept right on going until I finally crashed onto my bed back at my apartment. *********************************************** *********************************************** "So stupid ..." I muttered under my breath as I flopped onto my back to stare up at the bedroom ceiling. Why did I let my boss, whether he was Gina or Mr. Johnston, force me into stuff like that? Why did I lose it like that? Why hadn?t I just gone home when the offer had presented itself? I didn?t have answers to any of those questions. All I could do was look back on the disaster from earlier and know that I shouldn?t have ever let something so embarrassing happen to me. It was even worse than the fight with Ollie the other day. Back then, he?d just insinuated that I was an overly emotional woman. Today, I had definitely proven that I was one. Feeling miserable, I rolled back onto my side to curl up as if I could scrunch myself right out of existence. Of course, I couldn?t. I couldn?t even escape my thoughts. Even worse, though, was that it seemed I wouldn?t even be left alone with them. The quiet of the otherwise empty apartment was broken by the sound of someone entering. Bewildered, I jerked my head up to look over at my clock, but it confirmed what I already knew ? that it was too early for Ollie to be back from work. Had Mr. Johnston told him about my outburst and sent him after me? God, talk about humiliating. I?d rather it was someone breaking in to rob us than go through? "Ashley?!" a male voice called out, but it wasn?t my roommate?s. It belonged to my boss. Wincing, I tried to lie perfectly still. There was no way for my boss to know I was there, and my door was locked. If I just stayed quiet, he?d leave eventually. "Come on! I know you?re here!" Mr. Johnston continued, his voice growing ever closer to my room. "I parked right next to your car!" Another wince rippled through my whole body. Clearly, it was going to take more than just staying silent to get my boss to leave. "Leave me alone!" "Not gonna happen," Mr. Johnston countered, clearly right on the other side of my bedroom door. "I already canceled my whole afternoon, so I?ve got nothing better to do for the rest of the day then get you to talk to me." "What if I don?t want to talk ? ever?" I argued. A condescending chuckle carried through the barrier. "I?m sure you think you don?t, but trust me. Once you get it out, you?ll feel better." My jaw tightened as I rattled my throat in frustration. "You?re such an arrogant sack of shit." "I?m just trying to help, Ashley," Mr. Johnston replied. "If it makes it easier for you, you don?t even have to open the door. We can just talk like this." "Great, except I don?t want to talk at all," I retorted. "I want you to leave." There was a moment of silence outside before my boss spoke again, any playfulness or mockery gone from his voice. In its place was complete seriousness as he asked, "What can no one fix, Ashley? You being stuck as a girl?" "I said leave!" I shouted at the door. No, it was more of a scream, and paired with a sudden burning in my eyes that meant I was about to start crying again. I fucking hated crying. There was no answer. There certainly wasn?t the sound of anyone getting up and leaving. There was nothing. As far as I could tell, my boss was just sitting out there waiting for me to answer his question. Well, I wasn?t going to give him the satisfaction. Snarling, I rolled back onto my side with my back to the door. The fucker could just sit out there for all I cared. He didn?t have anywhere to be? Well, neither did I. At least, he was quiet now ? except he didn?t stay quiet. "Talking isn?t going to make it worse, Ashley. Whatever it is, it?s already broken, and I?ve already managed to upset you," Mr. Johnston remarked, adding a teasing, "You are willing to admit your upset now, aren?t you?" "Fuck you," I spat without so much as looking back at the door. An exaggerated sigh answered me. "Let me help, Ashley." "You can?t," I told him. "I don?t believe you," came the immediate response. "Well, I don?t fucking care what you believe!" I retorted. "Just ?cause you?re my boss doesn?t mean it?s any of your fucking business either!" "I think we?re well past the point of just being boss and employee," Mr. Johnston told me. "You?re more like ... well, I?ll just say you?re a lot more important to me than that, and I can?t imagine you?d still be putting up with me at this point if you didn?t feel the same way." I rolled my eyes. "What else am I supposed to do? You won?t leave." "You could quit. You could say you want nothing to do with me ever again," Mr. Johnston suggested. "All, I?ve heard you say is leave, though, and all I hear is the tears you?ve obviously been crying, begging for me to stay." "I haven?t?" I started to deny, but what was the point? It had been obvious that I was crying back at the office. "I?m telling you to leave, because I want you to leave." "No, you?re telling me to leave, because you think that if you can avoid me, you can avoid your own feelings," Mr. Johnston countered. "That?s not how it works, though. Those feelings were already getting to you. That?s why I started asking questions. That?s why Ollie started asking questions. Even if you escape the questions, nothing changes." "Nothing?s gonna change if I answer them either," I answered softly. "Maybe," Mr. Johnston allowed. "Won?t know until you actually tell me what?s going on." "I ..." I began, but I trailed off as my face grew hot. "Remember Saturday? The texts?" "Yep," my boss confirmed. "Wait ... you actually tried out thinking about Ollie?!" "No!" I denied, face ablaze. The laughter that answered me didn?t help. "Who did you use then?" "That?s none of your fucking business!" I growled. "If this somehow ended up bothering you, it might be important," Mr. Johnston pointed out. I sighed. "Fine. I started out just looking at myself, but I don?t know ... somewhere along the line I kinda started thinking about that time, y?know ... with Gina." "Ahhh ..." my boss acknowledged. "And? Was Gina not inspiring enough?" "No, that?s not ... it was ..." I floundered in search of the words I needed. "I didn?t really get that far. I was just starting to uhm ... get into it, y?know, reaching ... down, when I ... reacted just like I did when we, er, Gina and I ... " "Oh ... that?s what has you so worked up?" Mr. Johnston questioned with obvious surprise. "What?! Don?t think that?s worth getting worked up over?! I couldn?t even touch myself! How am I ever going to ..." I started out loud and indignant but trailed off into a quiet murmur and eventually a defeated sigh. My boss waited through all of that, even let a beat of silence pass before he spoke again. "I?m sorry. I didn?t mean to make it seem like it was insignificant. I was just surprised that it was something you already knew about." "I didn?t know I couldn?t ... alone," I argued. "Really?" Mr. Johnston inquired. "You haven?t ...?" I shook my head. "No, not since that guy anyway." "Hmm ..." Mr. Johnston hummed thoughtfully. "And it was just like that time with Gina? You just ..." Rather than finish he made a clapping sound with his hands. "Pretty much," I admitted. "And you just stopped after that?" came the next question. I nodded. "Yeah, I ... it sort of ruined the mood." "Yeah, I?ve run into that problem before," Mr. Johnston commiserated. "This guy, he was your first time with a man, right? And it was pretty awful?" "It was way worse than just ?pretty awful?, but yeah," I confirmed. "I tried to do it with this other guy before him, but he sorta ... came in my face." A snorted laugh burst out of my boss. "What?! How did ? that ? happen?!" "Ugh ... it was my first time, so I was kinda familiarizing myself with what he had to offer and well ... thbbt." I made a squelching sound with my tongue and lips. "Right in the face." "God, how are you so unlucky?" Mr. Johnston remarked with a chuckle. "I don?t know ..." I mumbled. "But unlucky or not, it happened, and now I?m ... stuck with the consequences." "Yeah ..." Mr. Johnston acknowledged. "I think I have an idea to help you get past it, though." "Really?" I questioned far more doubtful than hopeful. "Yep," my boss confirmed. "But you?re going to have to do exactly what I tell you." *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 48 "I can?t believe I let you talk me into this," I muttered as I huddled down in my seat with my arms folded under my tits. "And I can?t believe you wouldn?t let me do your makeup," Gina retorted. I scoffed at that. "Pfft, just because I put up with dresses and heels and other girly shit doesn?t mean I want goop all over my face." "Aw, come on. You know I always make you look super hot," Gina countered. "Whatever," I dismissed with a shrug. "I already look super hot, and this way, I don?t have to scrub my face raw in the morning to get that shit off." That answer got a giggle from my friend. "You know, there are better ways to go about that. Plus, you?re supposed to remove it before you go to sleep." "Don?t care," I huffed. "It?s gross, and I don?t need it." "But you did promise to do what I told you," Gina pointed out. "Yeah, well, don?t care about that either," I shot back. A second fit of giggles burst out of my friend. "Fine, suit yourself." "I will!" I declared emphatically before pointedly looking out the window. While it took a little while for Gina?s mirth to die down, she at least left me alone with my thoughts after that. Not that that was much better. I still couldn?t believe I?d actually agreed to go along with this ridiculous scheme of hers, even accounting for how good she was at talking me into things. It seemed destined for failure, and would probably just make things worse, but I was going along with it nonetheless. "And here we are," Gina broke the silence as she pulled us into the lot of a bar. "I can see that," I grumbled, glaring out the window at the bar as the car drifted to a stop. "Well, then how about you stop being such a grouch," Gina teased. "Oh, and lose the coat." The first comment had me rolling my eyes, but the second had me twisting in my seat to give my friend a skeptical look. "What? Why? It?s cold out there." "Yeah, but it?ll just be in the way inside, so man up, lose the coat, and deal with being cold for like thirty seconds," Gina countered. Screwing my face up, I pulled my coat around me more tightly. "Why should I have to man up when I don?t get to be a man anymore?" "Because the plan calls for you to not be wearing a coat, so give it," Gina huffed, reaching over to grab my coat and give it a tug. "No!" I retorted, tightening my grip on the garment. "It?s not necessary. I could be buried in a parka and the plan would still work." My friend rolled her eyes at me. "Come on, stop being such a whiny baby and try to enjoy this. That is the whole point, remember?" "Fine!" I growled before stripping out of my coat and throwing it at the obnoxious woman as hard as I could. "There! Happy?!" "Delighted," Gina chirped out with a grin as she shoved the coat into the back seat. "Now, do you remember how this is gonna work?" "Yeah, yeah, I remember," I muttered, waving one hand dismissively while I used the other to open the door, so I could get out. "Just wish I remembered why I ever listen to you." "Oh, that?s easy. It?s because I?m really hot," Gina answered glibly. "More like really obnoxious," I shot back before slamming the car door closed. Instantly, I regretted relinquishing my coat as a cool evening breeze rushed over my skin, getting me to shudder and fold my arms under my tits. There was a lot of skin showing for it to touch, too. Without the coat, all I had on was a pair of high heeled boots and a black dress that was so little it was struggling to keep me inside of it. It seriously felt like my tits or ass could pop out of the strapless tube of cloth at any moment. At the top, the fabric was stretched to its utmost limits to hold my tits in, and below the skirt was so short that I had to be very careful bending over or sitting down, lest my underwear show. "This had better fucking work," I mutter angrily before hurrying into the bar. Fortunately, Gina had been correct about the place being warm enough inside that I didn?t need the coat. Unfortunately, that left me with no coat to get in the way of all of the eyes that locked onto me the moment I entered. Hopefully, it would stop at staring for now, so I wouldn?t have to reject a bunch of losers while following Gina?s instructions. Just in case, I didn?t let myself linger at the door. I shunted the palpable wave of attention out of my mind and got moving, cutting through the crowd to get to the bar. According to the plan, that was where I would find the person I was looking for, and sure enough, there he was, sitting at the bar with a mostly untouched drink in front of him and empty seats on either side. "This is the dumbest thing I have ever done," I remarked under my breath, but for some reason, I didn?t just turn around and walk out. Instead, I walked over to the bar to slide daintily into the empty seat on the guy?s right, being extra careful to not mess up in my too-small dress. Then, in the least flirtatious monotone possible, I droned out, "Hey there, handsome. I?m Ashley." The guy beside me, Ollie, looked up from his drink to give me the most bewildered look I had ever seen. "Uhm ... what are you doing?" I let out a heavy sigh. "Ugh ... just play along. Okay?" Tilting his head quizzically, my roommate just peered at me for a moment before slowly nodding. "Okay ... my name?s Oliver, but everyone calls me Ollie." "Well, Ollie, luck is on your side tonight, because I?m looking for a drink, and you?re looking like you want to buy me one," I rattled off, gesturing toward the bartender. Chuckling, my roommate shrugged and raised a hand to flag down the bartender. "Alright ... sure ... I guess I can do that." Before the staff could notice, a female hand darted in to grab Ollie?s wrist and pull his arm down. "Careful, handsome. You wouldn?t want to hurry and miss out on a better opportunity," Gina cooed as she slipped into the seat opposite my own. She didn?t just settle for occupying it, though, she pulled it closer to my roommate first, so close that she could brush her thigh against his while she breathed her words right into his ear. "Like buying me a drink instead." If I thought Ollie was bewildered before, it was nothing compared to the way he gaped at Gina in that moment, losing a good second to just staring before he blurted, "Okay, what the fuck is going on?!" "What? Never had two beautiful women vying for your attention before?" Gina asked, smiling coyly. Still wide-eyed and bewildered, Ollie shook his head. "No, I?ve never been that lucky, and I?m pretty sure I?m not that lucky right now, so what the hell are you two doing?" Giggling, Gina leaned in a little closer, resting her free hand high on my roommate?s thigh. "Proving you are that lucky, so which of us are you going to buy a drink?" she purred. "Unless you think you?re man enough to satisfy both of our ... thirsts." Understanding, at the very least, that he wasn?t going to get answers from that particular woman, my roommate tried glancing my way instead. All he got out of me, though, was an embarrassed little shrug. Sure, I technically knew the plan, and could have filled him in, but I figured if I was going to be this uncomfortable, he should be, too. "I should?ve known something fucking weird was going on when Greg asked to meet me here for drinks after work," Ollie muttered, shaking his head. "Greg? Is that a friend of yours?" Gina inquired, before adding a more sultry. "Is he has handsome as you are?" "No, he?s a scheming, old jackass that for some reason is really fond of manipulating people he calls friends rather than being honest with them," Ollie retorted, causing a burst of giggles to shoot out of me. Meanwhile, Gina scowled. "I?m sure that?s only because he?s trying to help, but his friends are too dumb to realize the obvious." "Whatever," Ollie dismissed with a shrug. "I?m not too dumb to realize that I?m probably supposed to buy both of you a drink, so how ?bout you let go of my hand, so I can get to that." "Sure thing, handsome," Gina agreed, slipping her hand off the guy?s wrist, but not off of him. No, she slid it all the way up his arm to his shoulder before stopping it there to lean in and whispered, "Cosmopolitan for me." "Okay," Ollie agreed with a nod before glancing over at me. "And you?" "I can order for myself, th?" I started to huff. Before I could finish, Gina cut in, "She?ll have a strawberry daiquiri, but make it light on the rum. Someone has trouble handling drinking and heels at the same time, and we wouldn?t want anyone to have to carry her." Cheeks heating up, I tossed a glare at the obnoxious woman. "I can handle full strength drinks!" "Just not very many of them," Gina teased. "Uck!" I hacked in frustration, jerking my head away and folding my arms under my tits. "So a cosmo and a strawberry daiquiri?" Ollie double-checked. "That?s right, handsome," Gina answered. There was a brief pause after that where I got the impression that Ollie was looking at me, but I didn?t turn around or countermand the drink order, so he ended up saying, "Okay then," before flagging down the bartender. *********************************************** *********************************************** "Well, I hate to do this to you, handsome, but I need to use the little girls room," Gina purred as she rose from her seat, clinging to Ollie like some persistent cobweb for as long as she could until she finally had to pull away. "Be back soon." "Sure thing," Ollie answered amiably, even offering a warm smile, at least until the beautiful woman was out of sight. Then, he whipped about to look at me. "Alright, she?s gone, so tell me what the fuck is going on here." Slouched in my chair, slurping at my second daiquiri of the night, I shook my head. "Nope." "Come on," Ollie pressed desperately. "If you tell me, I might be able to get us both out of this. You don?t seem to be having any fun either." "Oh?" I questioned, straightening up. ""Why because I?m not hanging all over you like a coat on a rack?" My roommate?s face twisted with confusion. "Uhm ... no, that?s not?" "Because I could do that, too ? better than her even," I cut my friend off as I turned toward him. "I know how to toss my hair flirtatiously," To emphasize that point, I did it, flipping my fiery locks back over one shoulder. "I can lean in reeeeeally close," I continued, using the dragged out word to shift so close to Ollie that my tits were pressed against his arm firmly enough that it was starting to get buried in my cleavage. "And whisper dirty little innuendos into your ear about how ?capable? and ?impressive? you are," I breathed, so close to my roommate that he twitched at the feel of my hot breath on his skin. Then, it all changed in an instant as I shoved myself away from him. "Fuck that! Gina might enjoy that shit, but I sure as hell don?t. You want me to have fun? Maybe try actually being fun, asshole," I sneered as I turned back to my drink. "Not that you would know anything about that." "Damn ..." Ollie muttered, drifting off into a momentary stare before his lips curled into a smirk. "You sound like a lot of work. Maybe I should?ve just bought Gina a drink, after all." "Maybe you should have," I retorted sarcastically. "She?s ? very ? easy." "Yeah, except I don?t like easy," Ollie countered, leaning closer to me. "I like girls that make me work for it a little." Rolling my eyes, I scoffed out, "Tfft! You?d have to put in a lot more than just a ?little work? if you?re planning to keep me amused." "Is that what this is all about?" Ollie inquired. "Are you and Gina just amusing yourselves at my expense. I shrugged. "I already said I?m not telling you." "Ugh ... come on," Ollie complained. "How am I supposed to know what to do if I don?t know what the fuck is going on?" "I already told you what to do, play along," I countered. My roommate screwed up his face at that. "So, I?m supposed to act like two gorgeous girls I don?t know just sat down next to me and came onto me?" "Yep," I confirmed. "Why?" Ollie tried again. The desperation of that question had me smirking in amusement. "I?m not telling." That answer earned a groan from my roommate as he shook his head, but then an idea seemed to strike him. "Okay ... fine. That?s how you want to play this, then that?s how we?ll play it." Looking over at my roommate out of the corner of narrowed eyes, I started to ask, "What are you??!" only to end up yelping, "Hey!" and lurching to the far side of my seat when he slid an arm around my waist to rest his hand on my hip. "What the hell do you think you?re doing?!" "What you told me to, acting like you came on to me," Ollie remarked with a grin, chasing after my limited retreat so he could keep his hand on me. "Gina?s the one that?s been doing that, not me." I argued, swatting at the arm around me. Not taking the hint, Ollie kept hold of me as he pointed out, "Recently, maybe, but you were actually the first one to hit on me." Snarling, I grabbed my roommate?s arm and forced it away from me. "I was just trying to get a free drink out of you, asshole." "Maybe, but I don?t think so. I think you?re just upset that Gina?s been getting all the attention," Ollie remarked as he brought his free hand over to rest it atop of the one I was using to keep his other arm at bay. "I?m sorry about that, but don?t worry, Beautiful. I?m going to make it up to you." "Uck," I hacked in disgust, ripping my hand free of my roommate?s grasp. "Stop it before you make me throw up." "I don?t think I need to worry about that," Ollie was quick to retort. "The way you?re blushing right now is simply too endearing to resist." While my cheeks might have been a little warm before, they flared with heat at that comment just before I jerked my head away. "That?s just because I?m embarrassed for you, making a fool of yourself like this." "It managed to catch the eye of someone as amazing as you, so I guess that means you must like guys that make fools of themselves for you," Ollie kept at it. I tossed a sharp look back over my shoulder. "No, I just like making guys look like fools." My roommate grinned at that. "Well, then it would seem you?ve succeeded with me, so what comes next." "Rejection," I spat as I jerked my head away from him again. "You don?t mean that!" Ollie exclaimed with obviously feigned woe. "Sure do," I insisted, folding my arms under my tits. My roommate leaned in close to whisper to me. "Then why are you still here?" The proximity had me jerking my head away. "Because I?m waiting for you to beat it, asshole." "Well, that doesn?t make sense. You?re the one who approached me, remember?" Ollie argued. "That means I was here first, so you should be the one to leave." Fuck, I was tempted to do exactly that, to just ditch this whole stupid bullshit plan and leave. It didn?t even matter that I didn?t have a ride or even my phone. I was confident that I could?ve found a way to get home without the help of my so-called friends. When I didn?t make any move to leave, Ollie spoke up, "Well, since you?re still here, I guess that means you haven?t rejected me after all." "No, it just means I don?t agree with you about who should have to leave," I huffed. "Regardless, I?m going to take it to mean that I should keep trying," Ollie replied. "Unless you?re finally ready to tell me what the fuck is going on tonight. It could save us both a lot of embarrassment." I scoffed at that. "Pfft! Do your worst. I?m still not telling." "If that?s how you feel ..." Ollie sighed. "Then I guess it?s back to awkward flirting." "Or you could just ? not ? do that," I emphasized. "No no, clearly this act must be important otherwise you wouldn?t be keeping the reason a secret from me, so I must do my part," Ollie countered. "Whatever," I muttered with an uncaring shrug. "Get on with it, then." *********************************************** *********************************************** "Having fun?" Gina whispered into my ear as her hand ran along my lower back like she really wanted to grab my ass, but couldn?t because I was sitting on it. "No," I answered bluntly. "You?re such a grouch," Gina teased, giggling in amusement as she continued to stroke my back. "You?re a fucking pain in the ass," I shot back, as my hand lashed down to swat hers away. "And keep your hands to yourself." Even as she shook out that hand as if she?d been stung by the strike, Gina grinned at me. "Okay, but I think you?re going to be whistling a different tune later." "Whatever," I muttered, turning away from the obnoxious woman. Unfortunately, doing so just meant I was looking over at Ollie. That was the new nightmare that had been inflicted upon me when Gina returned from the bathroom. She?d convinced the fellow sitting to the other side of me at the bar to move, so that she and my roommate had me flanked. Any attempt to escape from one sent me right into the other. Sure enough, Ollie noticed immediately when I looked his way, perking up with a bright smile. "Hello again, Gorgeous." Rattling my throat in frustration, I buried my face in my hands. "Ugh ... this is the worst." There was a momentary pause after that before my roommate offered, "How about I buy you another drink." "That sounds wonderful," I sighed as I dropped my hands to the bar. "Whiskey, and have them leave the bottle." Chuckling, Ollie raised a hand to wave down the bartender, but when the man came over, his order was, "My lady friend would like a glass of champagne." "Yes, sir," the bartender answered, moving off to fill the order. Meanwhile, I whipped myself around to level a glare at my roommate. "What are you doing?" "What? Mad that I?m taking advantage of the fact that I know champagne puts you in a ... ?good? mood?" Ollie inquired, grinning mischievously. "No, I?m mad, because I said whiskey," I hissed through clenched teeth. Ollie shrugged. "I never asked you what kind of drink you wanted, just if you wanted me to buy you one. You said yes, so I did. If you don?t want it, I?m sure Gina would enjoy it." "I do like champagne," Gina interjected from the other side of me. "But I?m not going to buy you anything else if you don?t drink it," Ollie warned. Eyeing my roommate suspiciously, I started wondering if he wasn?t as oblivious to what was going on as he?d claimed. Clearly, he?d been quite shocked before ? he wasn?t that good of an actor ? but that didn?t mean that someone hadn?t filled him in since then. Gina could?ve texted him the details while she was in the bathroom, orchestrating their current tag team of harassment. I hadn?t seen him on his phone since then, but I also hadn?t been paying much attention. Plus, Gina could be very distracting when she wanted to be. Of course, it could all just be explained by him just liking to fuck with me. Whether he knew or not didn?t really matter much. The plan involved telling him before too much longer, anyway. Plus, the only reason for the secret at all was because I?d wanted to fuck with him, first. "Fine, I?ll drink the fucking champagne," I relented before leveling a finger at my roommate. "But you?re buying me another drink after it, and I get to pick what it is." Chuckling, Ollie nodded. "Fair enough." *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 49 The time had come. Anxiously, I waited off to the side, watching as Gina finally gave Ollie that explanation that he?d been waiting for. I could?ve been the one to tell him, or even been involved in the conversation going on right now, but I wasn?t. It was embarrassing enough having any part in this plan at all. In fact, I didn?t even like watching. During the explanation, my roommate had glanced my way several times, each one another pointed reminder of the humiliating reason why this whole shitshow was happening. I found it hard to look away, though. The otherwise empty apartment could not hold my attention. Maybe it would be best if I just waited in my room? By the time I came to that conclusion, it was too late to act on it. Ollie was already coming over to me, having finished getting the details from Gina. I tilted my head away, knowing it would do nothing to help me avoid the coming conversation, but at least, it would spare me from having to look him in his eyes. "So, now I know what?s going on ..." Ollie remarked as he got near. "Still not sure what that has to do with all of us pretending to be strangers hitting on one another at a bar." I shrugged. "Gina said it might help if the night was more like what I was used to, but I think she mostly just thought it would be fun." "Yeah, I get the impression this whole plan has more to do with her having fun than actually helping you," Ollie muttered, shaking his head. "You really think a distraction is going to help?" I shrugged again. "Not really. I was pretty ... ?distracted? the other times, but maybe she can help me push through it." Face twisting with skepticism, Olllie just peered at me for a moment before asking, "You sure you want to do this?" For the third time, I gave the same shrug in answer. "I don?t know. It doesn?t hurt to try, right?" My roommate scowled at that. "It could hurt. It could make things even worse." "Really? Could it?!" I demanded, jerking my gaze up to glare at the man. "Gina told you about my problem. How does it get any worse than it already is?" "Alright, maybe not worse ... but harder to fix," Ollie partially relented. "I don?t know much about psychology, but I?m pretty sure trying to force shit before you?re ready isn?t a great idea." "I am ready," I muttered, gaze dropping as I rubbed at one arm. "Ready as I?ll ever be anyway." Quirking an eyebrow at that, my roommate chuckled. "You?re not sounding all that confident to me." "Yeah, well, that?s just ?cause I was stuck asking you for help, when your only qualification is having a tiny dick," I huffed irritably. "Oh?" Ollie questioned. "Big words from someone who managed to lose hers." "Sure, but it was bigger than yours before I did!" I shot back, folding my arms under my tits defiantly. My roommate screwed his face up dubiously. "Was it, though?" "It?s not like I?ve never seen your dick before, dude," I pointed out. "Sure ..." Ollie relented with a shrug. "But not a lot, and certainly never ready to go. I could be huge." Chuckling, I looked away again while muttering, "Whatever ..." A beat passed before Ollie added, "I?m not, though, which I guess is why I get to be involved in this bizarre plan of yours. Weird, never would?ve thought I?d run across a girl that would be glad I didn?t have a massive dick." "Yeah ..." I mumbled, trailing off for a moment. "... y?know ... you don?t have to do this if you don?t want. I know it?s sort of an ... unreasonable thing to ask." "Yeah, asking a guy to have a threesome with two of the most beautiful women on the planet, an act that will somehow also help his best friend, is really unreasonable," Ollie remarked. "So unreasonable, in fact, that I?m still not sure how I managed to get this lucky." I couldn?t quite keep a smirk from curling my lips at that, but my words stayed stern. "I?m trying to be serious here. I know it?s weird, what with Gina and I really being?" "What you used to be doesn?t bother me, Ash," Ollie interjected before glancing back over to his shoulder where Gina still waited in the wings. She gave a flirty little wave when our attention shifted to her. "And as for our friend over there," he continued as he turned back to me. "Most girls aren?t as girly as her." "Yeah, no kidding," I muttered. "So, yeah, if this is what you want to do, I?ll be right behind you," Ollie promised only for his lips to twist into a smirk. "Quite literally from what I?ve been told of the plan." "Uck, don?t remind me," I hacked in disgust. That response got a chuckle from my roommate. "Alright, last chance to turn away from this craziness. Still wanna go through with it?" "Yeah ..." I sighed. "Might as well at this point." "Not exactly the kind of enthusiasm I usually hope for, but okay," Ollie agreed before calling back over his shoulders. "Sounds like we?re good to go, Gina." "Great!" the beautiful woman chirped excitedly as she abandoned her wait in the wings to rush over to me. "Then excuse us, Ollie. I have to borrow your lady friend for a few minutes." "Yes, I remember," my roommate acknowledged. "Have fun, you two." "Oh, we will," Gina purred out the promise as she grabbed my hand. A moment later, I was being dragged off toward my bedroom. I didn?t bother to fight it. To the contrary, Gina?s willingness to just take charge like that made it easier, like I was just being swept along in something rather than actively choosing it. Of course, it was just an illusion, but it was a helpful one ? hopefully not the only one of the night either. The moment Gina pulled me into my room, she closed my door then pushed me up against it, planting her lips on mine. That was the point where I went from not fighting, to eagerly participating. The stunning woman was an incredibly good kisser, after all. Amazing as that first lock was, it was actually pretty brief, just one passionate second before Gina broke contact. She didn?t go far, hovering just a couple of inches from another kiss as she looked me deep in the eyes, smiled, and inquired, "Ready for the fun part?" "Shouldn?t you have asked me that before it started?" I quipped back. Gina didn?t waste time answering that. Her mouth was immediately busy with other things. Other parts quickly joined the assault, starting with her hands cupping my face. Then, her body grinding up against mine, particularly in the chest area, where my massive tits were squashed in between us. Not to be outdone, I joined in the embrace, snaking my hands over Gina?s shoulders and into her silken hair to pull her down into our kisses even more forcefully. We couldn?t stay lip-locked forever, though. Eventually, we broke, gasping for air. We didn?t just dive back into one another once we had full lungs, though. Gina, lips, tongue, and even teeth moved on, kissing her way to nuzzling my neck, then nibbling at an earlobe. By that point, my hands were mostly just holding on, doing their best to help keep me standing, because my legs felt like they?d been turned to rubber, rubber that was well on its way to melting. Somewhere in the midst of all of that, Gina found the time and angles to attack my dress. The sound of a zipper sliding down was met with sudden slack in the previously straining fabric and a sigh leaking out of me. Then, with a few quick tugs, the whole thing was peeled off of me, dropping into a puddle around my feet, and leaving me covered by only some racy, black lingerie. "Mind getting mine for me, cutie?" Gina purred into my ear. "Maybe ... if you slow ... down ... a little ..." I panted breathlessly. "Oh, I can?t do that," Gina whispered wickedly. "But if you need some motivation, remember that, unlike you, I?m not wearing anything underneath. Of course, you won?t be either for much longer." The pop of my bra coming unhooked came a moment later to make it clear just how true that claim was. Of course, Gina pushing the lax cups out of the way so she could play with my bare tits didn?t exactly make it any easier for me to get her out of her dress ? especially once she got to my nipples. In fact, it was kind of hard to even remember I needed to do that. My thoughts were pretty much just a bonfire of lust by that point, burning away pesky nuisances like reason and memory. My hands managed to get themselves on task, though. One at a time, they pulled away from holding on for dear life to slip under my partner?s arm to try to get to her dress?s zipper. That worked well enough for the first one, but when the second one moved, I suddenly remembered that my legs weren?t really up to holding me on their own. Slowly, I started to slide down the door, but I only drifted about an inch before Gina caught me. "Ah ah ah, trying to escape? Naughty girl," I heard the gorgeous woman chastise luridly. In a way, dirty words were actually a reprieve, since Gina?s mouth could do things that were much more distracting. Between that and the extra support, my hands finally finished the task of unzipping the stunning woman. The dress?s wearer took care of the rest, shimmying out of the garment and kicking it aside while giving me an enticing view of her lithe figure. "Now all that?s left is ..." Gina purred as her hands slid down my skin to my hips. Then there was a quick, sharp tug before I felt my thong slide down my legs to join my dress on the ground. "Oops." In the midst of everything else, I somehow found the time to giggle at that. "Oops? You?re going with that being an accident?" "Yep!" Gina chirped before she actually pulled away from me, taking my bra with her and leaving me slouched and panting against the door ? but not for long. As soon as the bra was cast aside she snatched my hands and yanked me forward, pulling me off the barrier and onto my mushy legs. "Now come on. Time for you to be on top." Fortunately, my being on top was an easy task to accomplish. It took only a couple of stumbled steps before the two of us reached the bed. Gina tossed herself back onto it, and I mostly just fell on top of her. A few seconds of some very interesting squirming and grinding followed before I was back up on my hands and knees, straddling the gorgeous woman. A moment of calm passed where Gina just smiled up at me before she teased playfully, "Well, are you gonna just look at me or were going to break out some of those talents you showed off the first time we??" My answer to that was to dive right in, silencing the beautiful woman with a kiss. I didn?t stop with that either. Much like she had assaulted me with passion at the door, I did so here. Hands and mouth all worked in concert to get Gina to a similar state of breathless arousal, culminating in a delightfully erotic moan from her as I nibbled at her nipple just hard enough. Then, I felt hands on my hips, hands that were too large and rough to be Gina?s and everything changed. My head lurched up so fast there was an audible pop from the nipple pulling free of my lips. At the same time, anxiety washed over me like a hose turned on a flame, shoving pleasure to the back of my mind and tightening my muscles with panic. Tilting my head, I started to glance back at something I didn?t really want to see, but Gina stopped me. Her hands grabbed my cheeks, forcing me to look at her beauty and reassuring smile. "Eyes forward remember?" Not really capable of words in that moment, I could only nod. "Good girl," Gina cooed softly before tentatively releasing my face. When I didn?t make any move to look behind me, she snaked her hands down to grab mine and pull them up onto her tits. "They may not be as massive as yours, but try playing with these. They make for excellent ... stress toys." She was right ? they did. Slowly, I started kneading the flesh in my grasp. As I did, Gina started to do the same with my boobs, grabbing the mammoth mounds hanging from my chest. That honestly helped as much as playing with hers, especially once we found a rhythm together like some sort of tantric meditation. Even as I started to relax, though, I felt something far more invasive than just hands on my hips ? a dick at the proverbial gate. "Ow!" Gina squeaked as my hands clamped down on her hard. "Sorry," I spat through a locked jaw as I forced my grip to not be quite so crushing. Beneath me, I caught Gina glance beyond me as she gave a sharp shake of her head, but then her attention was right back on me, smiling brightly. "It?s okay," she purred as she reached up to once again clasp my face in her hands, but this time, she didn?t just hold it she pulled it down toward hers. "As you may recall, I like it a little rough." Then, she kissed me, a deep passionate one that tried to drown out the rest of the world ? but it didn?t quite manage it. Behind me, I felt other movements, and my subconscious tried to force me to defend myself from it. In my current position, that wasn?t exactly easy, though. My legs could get a little closer together, and did, but then my knees caught on Gina?s legs, since I was astride her. Even if I could?ve brought them all the way together, my position, ass up in the air, made it an ineffective defense. I could?ve tried to twist out of the way, but those hands had my hips held in place in the back and Gina had my head trapped in the front. Maybe there was some other route that could?ve avoided what was coming, but by the time my panic started looking for it, it was too late. No kiss, no matter how incredible, could hold my attention the moment I felt myself being entered. In that instant, I ripped my head back so hard that I actually pulled it free of Gina?s grasp. When my lips broke from hers, they didn?t just gasp for breath, they leaked out a little groan that was part strained and part pained. The penetration stopped. It didn?t go away. It just didn?t continue deeper. "Are you okay?" Ollie asked, bringing an end to the illusion of distraction, but that was fine. It had already been pretty shattered by that point. Instead, I just fought to keep control as I gave a quick nod of my head and hummed out a tight, high, "Mmmhmm." Speaking of things that were tight, Ollie took that answer as a directive to keep going, plunging himself deeper into me, gobbling up the available space. There wasn?t much of that to begin with. I already felt stretched to the limit just by the first couple of inches, making each one that came after it seem like an impossibility. Except, those inches went deeper not thicker. In the end, somehow, no dimension ended up being exceeded, but that didn?t mean it was painless. Stretching to the brink like that was definitely uncomfortable. At the same time, being filled up completely was ... something else. "How ya holdin? up, cutie?" Gina asked, drawing my attention at least partially back to her. "Okay," I breathed. "Don?t want to stop or break anyone?s dick off, do you?" Gina asked jokingly. Managing a smile in spite of the awkward position I was in, I shook my head. "No, I?m good." "Well then let?s hurry up and get you to great already," Gina replied as she grabbed my head to pull it back down to her. "Come here." For the next couple of seconds, the gorgeous woman renewed her efforts at distraction with wild kisses and tantalizing caresses. I?ll admit that did make it easier to deal with when Ollie started pumping, and once he got past the start ... whew. It was nothing like the last time I?d had a man inside of me. It was nothing like having a dildo in me either. It was so much more visceral, powerful, and alive ? even with a condom in the way. Within a few strokes, I was already back up to where I was before the panicked interlude, and it didn?t stop there. Soon thinking about what was actually happening got pretty tough. All I could really do was kneel there, panting as Ollie?s cock pounded me from one end and Gina?s mouth and hands attacked from the other. It was incredible. No, it was more than incredible. It was too fucking much. Ugh ... I needed a moment ... needed to ... catch my ... "Ahhh!" a scream, albeit a breathless one that was as much gasp as anything burst from my lips even as the first waves of an orgasm rocked me. It wasn?t my first as a girl, but it might as well have been, that was how big the difference seemed between my little experiments and the ?real deal?. It was so overwhelming that I couldn?t even try to describe it, like the pleasure of it was so intense that it made me forget words were even a thing. Maybe they weren?t. I sure as fuck couldn?t have said in that moment, nor the several that followed it as I rode that high. However, even when I started to come down, and my body started to relax, ready to just melt into the bed, I did not get a reprieve. No, sense returned to me only for me to realize that no one else seemed to be stopping, and that, while my body might have been ready to collapse, between the legs, I seemed to still be good to go. Not having enough breath for words nor strength to pull away, I could only endure more ? at least, I hoped I could endure more. There just didn?t seem to be enough air in the world to fill my lungs as I gasped and moaned my way back up to where it was getting really hard to keep a thought in my head. The last one I could remember having was one about whether a second orgasm might actually kill me. It didn?t. *********************************************** *********************************************** Chapter 50 I couldn?t remember ever dreaming of produce before, but there sure was a lot of it in this dream ? various melons, oranges, cucumbers, and carrots, mostly. That was pretty weird, but not exactly bad. There were certainly worse dreams to have. Then, the images of produce vanished replaced by the back of my eyelids and a morning that my body clearly wasn?t ready to face yet. A rattly groan leaked out of me in annoyance as I tried to dig myself a little deeper into the bed. There was something weird going on with that, though. There just didn?t seem to be much space around me, and my bed felt really strange, especially my pillow. Eyes still closed, I slipped a hand up to poke at the pillow beneath my head. Yeah, it was all wrong. It was way too firm, and the cloth was really weird. It was warm of all things, and had something strange under it. "How long do you think it?ll take her to notice?" a woman?s voice asked. "Not very long now that you talked," a male voice answered. Irritation flared within me at those words. Part of that was that there were people in my room for some reason, watching me sleep, which was creepy. The other part was that they seemed to be making fun of me, too. Cracking my eyes opened, I readied a retort, but it went unspoken as my eyes latched onto what was in front of me. It definitely wasn?t my bed. It was an expense of something fleshy and solid with two little ... Eyes shooting wide, I bolted upright. From that vantage point, it was easy to see that I was actually in the middle of a bed. However, I?d been sleeping as much on the man in front of me as the bed itself. There was a woman behind me, too. "What the fuck?!" I shouted. "Why are we all in bed together?!" Laughter came from one side, giggles from the other, as Ollie smirked. "You?re worried about that after what we did last night?" "Just because I let you fuck me doesn?t mean I want to wake up next to you!" I shot back, trying to shove myself away from my roommate. There just wasn?t room, though. I immediately bumped into the beautiful woman on the other side. "Hey!" Gina affected a whine at the contact. "Watch where you?re backing that booty!" Escape thwarted, I whipped my head about to glare at the obnoxious woman. "This was your doing wasn?t it?" "Partially," Gina admitted with a grin. "But I couldn?t have done it without your help." "What?!" I blurted out in confusion. "She?s right," Ollie chimed in. "Your bed was kind of a mess after ... and we were all too tired to want to bother with clean up right then, so I offered to take the couch while you two shared my bed, but Gina wanted us all in here together. I would?ve fought her on, but a certain redhead insisted that sleep was more important and made us all just get in here and conk out." "I did?" I questioned uncertainly, but not too uncertainly. That did sound sort of familiar. It was hard to say for sure. After my second peak, the events of the previous night started getting a little hazy. Unlike me, Ollie looked very confident as he nodded. "Yep, you did." "Ugh, whatever," I huffed wearily, reaching out to give my roommate a weak push with one hand. "Just slide over then. I?m going back to sleep." That comment earned a giggle from Gina. "Why not just lie back down where you were? After all, you weren?t having any problem using him as a pillow a few minutes ago." "I don?t really have any room over here, anyway," Ollie pointed out, reaching behind him to pat the edge of the bed that he was already pretty close to. "You two rolled over to me, not the other way around." Sighing, I yanked my attention back to the beautiful woman behind me. "Fine. You slide over." Grinning, Ginna shook her head and hummed out, "Mmm mmm." "Why the fuck not?!" I demanded, gesturing off toward the sizable gap beyond her. "You?ve got plenty of room!" "Because it?s more fun making you lie on top of him," Gina explained wickedly. Throat rattling, I glared at the woman for a moment before just shrugging, muttering, "Whatever," and then flopping back to where I?d been nestled in the crook of my roommate?s arm. "Wow ... really? You?re just gonna let her win like that?" Ollie questioned with considerable surprise. "Mmmhmm," I hummed out drowsily, letting my eyes drift closed. "Too tired after what you animals did to me last night to bother fighting with her. I?d probably just lose anyway." "Very true," Gina chirped out in confirmation, followed oddly by her exclaiming, "What?!" Ollie must have glared at her or something. Whatever. Nestled up against him as I was, I could actually feel the sigh that slipped out of my roommate a moment later, before he asked, "You?re not upset about what happened last night, are you, Ash?" "Huh?" I mumbled, opening my eyes again. "Oh, no. Why would I be?" "Well, because we ... I ... " Ollie floundered about in search of an end to his thought. Corner of my lips curling up, I let out a little chuckle. "Blew my mind? No, I?m not mad. It was incredible. Fuck, getting to feel like that was the whole reason I swiped the medicine in the first place. I always knew girls had it better." "Incredible?" Ollie repeated the word in disbelief. "So you enjoyed it?" "Mmmhmm," I confirmed. "More than you did as a guy?" Ollie double-checked. "Yes!" I huffed, lifting my head to toss an irritated look at the man. "You know I?m trying to go back to sleep here, right?" Obviously uncomfortable, my roommate averted his gaze from me. "Sorry, it?s just ... " "Don?t let her ruin sex for you, Ollie," Gina interjected. "It?s not actually better for girls." "What?! Are you kidding?!" I blurted, rolled over so that I could look over at the beautiful woman. "That was way better than it ever was as a guy!" "Really? So the time you and I were together was what, only okay?" Gina inquired. "Well, no ... that was pretty fucking amazing, but?" I tried to shift straight from concession to argument. "And I?m gonna assume your experience with threesomes is fairly limited, especially with partners as, if I may be so arrogant, beautiful and capable as I am," Gina cut me off. I rolled my eyes. "Alright, I?ll give you that, too, but that doesn?t mean it wasn?t still better." "That?s not really the point I?m making," Gina continued. "I?m sure that you felt like it was better, but that doesn?t mean that all girls have it better than guys or something." "Well, sure, but on average?" I started to argue. The obnoxious woman shook her head. "No, not really." "And how do you know?" I demanded. "Because I?ve seen a lot of people switch sides over the years," Gina answered. "Some are like you and think girls have it better. Some are the opposite and can?t stand it as girls. And others ... well, they?re like me, and think they?re different experiences, but similarly satisfying." That answer had me screwing my face up dubiously. "Really?" "Yep," Gina confirmed. "What can I say? Some people like to do the pounding. Some people like to get pounded." "What?s the breakdown?" Ollie inquired. For a moment, Gina tilted her head back and forth before shrugging. "Hard to say. It?s not like I did a scientific study on it, but hmm ... I?d say the group like Ashley is probably the biggest but not by that much. That?s just amongst people that are curious or adventurous enough to want to give the whole girl thing a try, though. I imagine for guys that aren?t in that group, the numbers skew pretty hard toward preferring sex as a guy. Meanwhile, there are a lot of girls out there that find sex to be quite ... underwhelming and would probably appreciate getting the guy side of the equation." "Huh ..." Ollie mumbled pensively. "Whatever, I?m going back to sleep," I dismissed the pointless argument as I rolled back into my little nook of the bed. Last night was still incredible, regardless of other people?s preferences. I was just mad that I had to wade through some assholes, get stuck as a girl, and wait months to finally get to have some good sex. It was fucking ridiculous. "You?re always such a grouch," Gina teased with a giggle before I felt her start to move, slipping away from me. "Don?t sleep too long. I?m going to go make us all some breakfast, assuming this bachelor pad has anything in the kitchen to make." "I try to keep it?" Ollie started to say. Head popping up, I tossed a glare back over my shoulder. "Wait ... why the fuck did you make me lie on this asshole if you were just gonna get up anyway?!" A devious grin answered me. "Because you two look so cute all snuggled up together." "Fuck you," I spat before dragging myself over into the vacated space on the bed. "Already did that, remember?" Gina quipped just before ducking out of the room to the bell-like sound of her giggling at me again. Huffing in annoyance, I got myself situated on the opposite side of the bed from my roommate before finally getting to rest on an actual pillow. That was nice. After all, it was weird laying my head on a guy. I had just enough time to really get settled in before Ollie asked, "Do you think it helped?" "What?" I grumbled, lifting my head to look back at my roommate. "Last night," Ollie clarified. "Do you think it helped with your ... y?know." I smirked. "Why? You looking for a morning quickie or something?" "Uhm ... no?" Ollie answered uncertainly. "Good, because you aren?t getting one," I retorted before flopping back to the bed. "And I don?t know if it helped. It?s not like anything feels wrong until someone tries to stick something down there." "Maybe a little morning quickie is just what you need them," Ollie mused. "Y?know, just a quick pop in, pop out. Purely for testing purposes, of course." "Purely for testing," I repeated sarcastically. "Yeah, right." "And what else could my plan be exactly?" Ollie question. "Is my dick like a vampire and only needs an invitation before you?re fucked." I shrugged. "Maybe. That?s pretty much how it went for me with that other guy." "You don?t think I?d really??" Olile started to ask. "No," I interjected, but after last night, I did think that I might not want him to pull back out once he was in ? at least not before other things were taken care of. "Besides, it?s not like it has to be dick anyway. I had trouble with hands down there, too. I just don?t want to worry about it right now. I?m tired." "Ah ... right ... sorry," Ollie mumbled. I accepted the apology with an absent grunt of, "Mmm," before snuggling in a little closer to the pillow and closing my eyes. Sleep didn?t prove easy to achieve, however. While my body might have been tired, all the chatter and shenanigans had left my mind wide awake and tossing around questions like the one my roommate had just asked. Had it helped? The night had certainly been mind blowing, but that didn?t mean it had blown that particular hang up out of the way. I sure hoped it had, because I was definitely planning to ... My eyes popped open as a sudden unease with my situation entered me. This wasn?t my bed. It was Ollie?s bed, and he was still in it ? probably naked. I certainly seemed to be. He was probably looking at me, too. I could even sort of feel his eyes on my back. Well, they were probably on my ass if anything. Should I get up? Should I tell him to get out? Should I just put on some clothes? Should I ... "Ollie," I began. "Yeah?" my roommate acknowledged. "There is one thing we need to talk about," I told him vaguely. "Okay ... what?s that?" Ollie inquired. A tension invaded my body, making me curl up a little as I lay there on my side. "I ... I don?t think we can be friends anymore." The resultant, "What?!" from my roommate really wasn?t a surprise. "I don?t ... I mean ... " I struggled, trying to figure out how to say what I wanted to say. "What do you mean?" Ollie questioned sharply. "Because it kinda sounds to me like you mean that we can?t be friends anymore because we slept together last night, which only happened because I?m your friend!" "No, that?s not ... " I started again only to wince when I came up short on words. "Then what is?" Ollie demanded. Of course, I didn?t have an immediate answer to that. If I had, I would?ve already said it ? unless I was just too scared to say it. Was I really that much of a bitch, chickening out now of all times? Fuck that. Growling myself to some semblance of resolve, I shoved myself up with one arm. The other I used to cover my tits before I turned to look at my roommate. He too was sitting up, peering at me with an expression of enraged confusion. "What I mean is I don?t think we can ? just ? be friends anymore, Ollie," I finally forced myself to say. "I know you?re attracted to me, and honestly, I kinda really want your dick inside me again, so I think ... maybe we should ... uhm ..." My nerve gave out as I looked down. There was a bewildered beat between when I trailed off and my roommate put the pieces together. "Wait ... are you ...?" Neither of us could actually say it, but I nodded. "Yeah, I mean ... I?d like to ... if you want. I know it?s kinda ..." "I don?t understand," Ollie muttered. "You don?t?" I questioned, peeking up at him. "But it seemed like you?d figured out what I?" "No, I understand what you want. What I don?t understand is why you want it with me," Ollie interjected. "You?re ..." he gestured at my naked body, " ... and I?m ..." he gestured at himself. "Why would you pick me? If we managed to fix your hang up, you could do a lot better." Of course, the guy was right. I could do better, and in a way, I already had. I?d gotten plenty of attention from men over my months as Ashley, and while most were losers, a lot had Ollie beat in looks, success, or both. Neither of those things mattered to me, though. Shrugging, I gave my friend a little half-smile. "What can I say? You?re the perfect size." "What?" Ollie gasped as he leaned back and turned his head slightly, so he was looking at me out of the corner of his eyes. "That?s the reason?! Because my dick?s the right size?!" "Hey! You don?t realize how important that is until some giant fucker comes along and rips you open!" I retorted. "Sure, but I mean ... really?" Ollie questioned. A helpless fit of giggles burst out of me as I shook my head. "No, not really. I?m just ... I don?t know ... ?interested? in you for whatever reason, if you know what I mean. Whatever the reason, no other guy I?ve met has done anything for me, so I guess you?re more special than you look ? at least to me." "Oh," Ollie mumbled. "But what about girls?" "Oh, I still think they?re hot, and trust me if we ... do this, it?s not gonna be the last time I invite Gina to join us, ?cause she is ... wow. There?s a good chance that I?ll try to get some other girls involved, too," I replied, before my lips twisted into a grin. "I can?t imagine you?re going to have a problem with that, though." "No, th-that?s ..." Ollie broke his words up with a cough. "Ahem ... that?s definitely not gonna be a problem on my end." "Didn?t think so," I remarked, still grinning, but the good humor didn?t last long before I let my gaze fall. "But yeah ... I just ... I get the feeling that if we try to just go on how things were, it?ll end up in disaster. I mean, I already ruined one relationship for you, drunkeningly tried to seduce you into a fling, and made you join me in a threesome, and it?s only been a few months." Chuckling, Ollie tilted his head slightly in concession. "Okay, sure ... but you?ve always been a bad influence on me." "And I always intend to be," I quipped. My roommate snorted out a laugh. "Really? Not even gonna consider shaping up?" "Nope," I admitted bluntly. "I?ve always been shallow, short-sighted, and selfish and being a girl hasn?t changed that. Honestly, you could probably do a lot better than me. I mean, sure, I?m really hot, but that?s not gonna last forever, and once it?s gone, I?ll have nothing to offset being such a giant pain in the ass." I shrugged. "But I suppose you can always just dump me then, if you want." While that all seemed pretty obvious to me, Ollie reeled back with what at least seemed to be genuine surprise. "Wow ... I ... you think I?d do something like that?" Again, I shrugged. "I would." "Well, I wouldn?t!" Ollie retorted. Screwing my face up dubiously, I used the arm covering my tits to give them a jiggle. "Really, not even once these massive things give out and end up sagging so bad that they rest in my lap?" "Of course not!" Ollie insisted. "How about if I get fat?" I tried. "Still no," Ollie held firm. "And for that matter, can you even get fat? You gave up on going to the gym, but you haven?t put on any weight that I can see. And, it?s not like you?re one of those girls that subsists on a few dressing-less salads and bottles of water a day. You don?t eat as much as you used to either, but you have a pretty healthy appetite and we go through a fair bit of booze, too." "I never really put on weight before either, regardless of what I did or ate. I just went to the gym to build muscle," I pointed out. "That sort of thing changes when you get older, though. There are a lot of formerly hot girls in the world that are super fat now." "Well, it still doesn?t matter," Ollie brought things back to the previous topic. "If we do this, I?m not gonna dump you just because you get older or heavier. Besides, I?m not getting any younger either." "It?s different for guys," I argued. "They can look good basically forever. Even with surgical help girls lose it way quicker." Sighing in frustration, my roommate rolled his eyes. "Y?know, it kinda sounds to me like you want me to reject you." Looking away, I gave an uncaring shrug. "Maybe you should." "Well, I?m not going to," Ollie shot back. I looked up in surprise. "Really?" "Yeah," Ollie confirmed with a smirk. "I mean, we?re a pretty good match. We?ve been friends forever, we seem compatible in bed, and neither of us can figure out why the other would want to settle for us." That last little bit got a giggle out of me. "You sure? I?m gonna be a lotta work." "Did you forget what I said last night?" Ollie asked rhetorically. "I like having to work for it." "Oh?" I remarked. "Good, ?cause I have some work for you right." "You do?" Ollie questioned, cocking an eyebrow. "Yep," I confirmed before beckoning him with a little tilt of my head. "Get over here and kiss me." My possibly-more-than-friend blinked. "What?" "If we?re gonna do this, we?re gonna have to kiss at some point, and it would probably be best if we found out now if it?s gonna make either of us throw up," I reasoned. "So get over here and lay your best stuff on me." "Uh-uhm ..." Ollie mumbled only to trail off into a chuckle and a shake of his head. "I guess we haven?t kissed yet, have we?" "Not yet, and maybe not ever if you don?t hurry the fuck up," I retorted. "I hate waiting." "Alright, alright, on my way," Ollie agreed, quickly scooting across the bed to my side of things. When he actually got there, though, he hesitated. "If you don?t do it in the next two seconds then that?s?" I started to threaten, but that was all the further I got before my mouth got too busy with other things. Funny, my first thought wasn?t to lurch back nor to empty my stomach like it had been with the last guy. No, the very first thing that popped into my head was that Gina was much better at this. Oh well, Ollie was still plenty good, especially once I started reciprocating. Besides, it wasn?t kissing that I wanted him for. No, it was the fact that his dick felt fucking amazing. That and the feel of those strong arms of his wrapped around me, cradling me like some sort of impossibly valuable treasure while his lips pressed into mine. I could definitely get used to that. *********************************************** *********************************************** Epilogue "What?! You saying you didn?t think that girl was hot?" I questioned as I left the theater. "Sure, she was hot," Ollie conceded, releasing the door he?d been holding for me to fall in step at my side. "Just not as hot as you." Tilting my gaze away, I shrugged. "Well, okay, maybe ... but she was way more kickass than I?ll ever be. I?d probably knock myself out with my own tits if I tried some of the moves she pulled off." "Pretty sure she had a stunt double doing that stuff," Ollie pointed out. "They could probably find one for you, too, and make you look super badass, instead of so wimpy that you need help opening beer bottles." "Ugh! Whatever!" I exclaimed indignantly, tossing a glare at my date. Ollie?s response was just a devious little smirk that soon had me rolling my eyes and looking away. Not that I was really all that mad about it. I was a wimp. That was why I had him around. Well, it was one of the reasons, anyway. Another of those reasons showed up a moment later when my boyfriend slid an arm around me. Mmm, that was nice, going a long way to bringing my mostly feigned fuming to an end. Still, I held out for just a bit more, thinking I could probably wring an apology out of him as well, but that wasn?t what I got. Instead, after a couple seconds of just embracing me, Ollie?s hand slipped up and forward a little bit, getting hold of one of my tits. Scowling, I shot a sharp look over at my date. "What do you think you?re doing?" "Copping a feel?" Ollie answered as if he thought he?d expected to just get away with it. "Well, hands off, thief," I huffed, reaching up to swat the hand on my chest. "No touching the goods until you?ve paid for them." Chuckling, my boyfriend retracted not just his hand but his whole arm. "Seriously? I already paid for the car I?m driving you around in, the gas to make it go, dinner, a movie, and refreshments. How much more are you expecting to make me pay tonight?" "Well, you still have to walk me to the car, drive me home," I started counting the list off on my fingers, "and then rip every last scrap of clothing off of my body before you rock my world." I tossed a coy smirk over at my date. "Handling will be allowed for that last part, but actual ripping will not be. I like this outfit." "Good to know," Ollie remarked with a laugh. "Was putting an arm around you at least alright? Purely in the name of completing my duty to escort you safely back to the car, of course." "Hmm," I hummed out exaggeratedly as if I actually had to think about it before giving a nonchalant shrug. "I suppose I can allow that." "How very generous of you," Ollie answered sarcastically, even as the arm I?d swatted away slid around me again, except this time, the hand rested on my waist rather than my tit. Smiling, I leaned into the embrace, torn between wanting to hurry home for the next part of the evening and wanting the walk to just keep going like this forever. "Yeah, I?m pretty amazing." A moment later, I felt my hair shift in time with a little smooching sound followed immediately by Ollie declaring a completely genuine, "You really are." "Shut up," I hissed, feeling my cheeks heat up even as I elbowed my date in the ribs. The hit was weak enough that Ollie barely flinched. It certainly didn?t keep him from laughing at my command. "But you are amazing, and wonderful, and beautiful, and delightful, and?" "Uck! Stop before I throw up," I hacked, clutching at my stomach as if I was on the verge of emptying it in the street. "As you wish," Ollie answered, followed by an immediate lurch as he not only halted in his tracks, but he used his hold on me to yank me to a stop as well. Twisting around in my date?s grasp, I narrowed my eyes sharply. "What are you doing?" Ollie?s mischievous grin made it pretty clear what he was up to even before he facetiously added, "What? You said to stop." "I meant spewing that saccharine garbage out of your mouth!" I shouted. My boyfriend affected a pout at that. "Aw, but how else am I supposed to tell you that I love you?" Those last three words hit me like a gut punch, shaking me to my core. Sure, over the last few months, we?d flirted, dated, and fucked, but no talk of love had ever entered the mix. The closest was when Ollie would vomit compliments at me like he?d been doing earlier in a manner that was clearly more mocking than anything. This was something completely different. "Y-You??" I stammered out the very beginning of a question. The rest of my words were lost to the ages as Ollie?s lips found mine. It wasn?t a particularly long kiss, and honestly, I was too shocked by what was going on to even return it before my boyfriend broke away. He didn?t go far, holding me close to him and smiling. "I said I love you, Ashley," Ollie repeated his words with none of his previous flippantry. Every syllable was serious and earnestly felt. "I ... I l-love you, too," I breathed out in a daze before adding at the end, "... I guess." That little addendum broke the somber intensity of the moment as Ollie laughed. "You guess, huh? Well, ? I ? guess I?ll take it." "Will you? Because I?ll take another kiss," I replied, one corner of my lips curling up in a smirk. "And this time, I want you to really lay it on me." "Coming right up," Ollie agreed before our lips met once more. This time, I was a very eager participant, and it was a good long while before we got back to finding our way to the car. The End Author?s Note: Hey, everyone. I hope you?re all still doing well. Unfortunately, we have reached the end of this particular tale. If you?re looking for another one to read, consider checking out my fantasy serial, Trials of Tannen. It?s up to its ninth book, so there?s plenty there, and it?s entirely free. You can find it here: https://lightivation.wordpress.com/