With a sleepy yawn, Martti opened her eyes, only to be met with the Sun's light smacking her right in the face. She used her right hand to shield the light from her eyes while also rubbing the remaining sleep out. After that, she tried getting up, but failed, feeling a heavy amount weight on her left arm. Curious as to what the weight was, she lifted the covers up to found a happily sleeping Ashley lying in front her.
Martti then remembered that she'd saved the girl from being jumped by a group of girls.
Not wanting to wake the sleeping girl, Martti slowly and carefully slid her left arm from underneath her, the sudden movement causing her to shift around a little. But at last, her arm was free. Sighing in relief, the long curly afro haired girl left out of the somewhat small bedroom, passing in through the living and into the kitchen; making her way to the fridge and opening it, poking around inside to see if she can find a worthy enough breakfast for her and her unexpected guest.
After digging around for about five minutes, she finally settled on having french toast. Grabbing six slices of bread, three for her and three for Ashley, she sauntered over to the toaster and put two slices in and waited for them to toast before replacing them with another two slices of bread.
As she waited, Martti began to think about the sleeping girl in the other room. She'd never met someone quite like her. She's shy, that was pretty obvious; she's weird, but... in a good way. And there was something awfully strange about the way she quickly switched moods, 'Maybe she's bipolar…?' Martti mentally asked herself. Even if the girl was bipolar, it wouldn't matter; Martti felt a strange attraction to the girl. The girl was very beautiful, from head to toe and she had a… quirky yet great personality.
The more Martti thought about the girl, the warmer her face got. 'Why am I feelin' like this? What's so special about her that's makin' me feel… like… this…?' Martti thought before a realization hit her, 'Oh, my God… I'm… I got a crush on her…' Martti mentally stated. Her face grew hot at the realization she never expected. She had a crush on the girl that she saved and just met, but she wasn't complaining, 'I mean, c'mon! Who wouldn't have a crush on her? She's gotta be the most nicest and the most sexiest girl anyone's ever seen!' Martti thought as she continued thinking about the girl.
Back in the bedroom, Ashley had just woken up as she sat up and rubbed the remaining sleep out her eyes. As they adjusted, she glanced around the room before looking next to her to find that nobody was there. Ashley began to worry before she smelt the heavenly scent of toast filling the air, 'Oh, she's just making breakfast.' Ashley thought as she sighed in relief, getting out of bed and walking to the door, but she felt as though something wasn't right. That's when she felt the top of head, only have her hand come in contact with her hair. Her hat was gone… or so she thought when she saw the black droopy beanie lying on top of the dresser next to her leggings. 'How did I not see it lying there last night?' Ashley mentally asked herself as she walked over to the dresser and grabbed her beanie, placing it snugly on top of her head.
Once her small dilemma was taken care of, she walked over to the door and opened it, being greeted with a relatively medium-sized living room with two couches, a recliner and a coffee table in the middle along with another flat screen, this one being bigger than the one in the bedroom.
"Sleepin' beauty's finally up," noted Martti. Ashley looked to the left to see the tomboyish girl exiting the kitchen with two plates of french toast in both her hands, "I wasn't sure what you wanted, so I jus' made some french toast fa' both of us." the girl stated as she walked over to the recliner and sat down in it as Ashley followed suit by sitting on the couch closest to the recliner as Martti handed Ashley her plate, "Thank you." Ashley thanked as she picked up a piece of toast and began eating it. "Aw, it was nun'." Martti said as she began to eat one of her own pieces of toast.
So, the two sat and ate their breakfast in the soothing quiet, their soft chewing being the only sound heard. Ashley was just about to pick up her last piece of toasted bread, until an eyeball popped up in the middle of it. Then another eyeball popped up next to the previous one. Ashley just sat there and stared at the eyes as they stared back at her before blinking, which made the girl to freak out and scream, throwing the plate across the room. "Whoa! What the fu—? Wh-what the fuck is wrong wit'chu?!" Martti asked in confusion and somewhat anger that stemmed from the beanie wearing girl throwing her plate across the room. "There was two eyeballs in my toast and they were looking at me!" Ashley exclaimed. "What?! Wh-what the fuck is you even talkin' about?!" Martti asked, even more confused. "Just look!!" Ashley cried as she pointed at the piece of toast that was lying against the wall with the plate lying on the floor next to it.
Still confused by what's going on, Martti got up and walked to the toast and picked it up, looking at both sides of the toast, seeing zero eyeballs, "Ashley, there's nothing on it…" Martti stated, showing both sides of the toast to Ashley, only for the beanie wearing girl to see eyeballs on both sides still looking at her. "They're st-still looking at me…" Ashley stated. "Ashley, there's nothin' on the toast!!" Martti exclaimed, beginning to become more agitated by the second. "Yes, there is!" "No, there isn't!" "Yes, there is!!" "No the fuck there isn't!!" "YES THE FUCK THERE IS!!! HOW IN THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK I DID AND DIDN'T SEE?!?! I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I SAW, SO DON'T YOU FUCKING TELL ME THAT I… TH-THAT I… th-that I…" Ashley snapped before her voice started getting softer, finally coming to her senses, realizing why she saw the two eyes in her piece of toast…
…they were just hallucinations… she didn't take her medicine for her illness this morning… she left it at home…
Ashley softly gasped, realizing she snapped at her crush for her own mistake. The soft spoken girl looked up at Martti, only being met with two terrified, shocked and confused eyes staring back into her own. With no other option coming to her mind, Ashley ran towards the bedroom, slamming the door shut and locked it. The girl sat down on the bed and hugged her knees to her chest, tears falling from her eyes, hoping this was all just part of a hallucination she was having, hoping that she was still sleep and this was all nothing but a bad dream.
But sadly… it wasn't…
Martti stood in the living room, still shocked and confused beyond belief. A mix of emotions was going through her as she stood completely still, not daring to move a muscle. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, she wanted to punch something or someone; but most of all, she wanted to console the now mentally broken girl that locked herself in the bedroom. But out of all the emotions Martti was feeling, there was one she felt the most: guilt. She didn't mean to upset her, she was just confused at why Ashley freaked out so suddenly. Sure, Martti was a bit upset about one of her plates being thrown across the room: possibly broken, but that didn't give any excuse for Martti to yell at the girl like that. And the more Martti dwelled on this thought, the more she began to realize that she might've just lost her chance at making friends or becoming something more with Ashley as tears now began to well in her eyes, 'Nah! I can't let this slide… I gotta at least talk to her…' Martti thought, her body finally deciding to respond to her as she made her way to the bedroom door.
"H-hey, Ashley…?" Martti spoke, softly knocking on the door. She heard soft footsteps making their way to the door before stopping. "Y-y-y-yeah…?" asked Ashley's soft, muffled voice from the other side of the door. Hearing the sound of Ashley's broken voice, Martti just wanted to break down and cry, but she didn't let up and pressed on, "C-can we please t-talk…?" There was a long pause before Martti heard the door's lock click as it slowly opened, revealing a distraught girl with dried tear streaks running down her face, her eyes glossy with new ones ready to fall. Just one look at the girl was too much as Martti's heart broke. Her body had grown stiff once more as she could only stand and stare at the girl: her right hand tightly gripping her left arm as her body began to shake violently. And only one single thought ran through Martti's mind, 'I really fucked up…'
Ashley's face had scrunched up as new tears began making their way down her face as she, right out the blue, threw herself at Martti, wrapping her arms around the girl's neck and crying uncomfortably into her shoulder.
"I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!!" Ashley cried. Martt just stood, not knowing any initial way to respond to Ashley just throwing herself at her. And what confused her more was why she was apologizing.
Snapping out of her, Martti quickly wrapped the girl in her arms, returning the embrace.
Despite the current dilemma, Martti couldn't help but find Ashley's apologizing rather adorable. She didn't know why, nor could she think up an incorrect answer. So she only chalked it up due to the girl's thick English accent, which is something she also found very cute.
Putting those thoughts aside, Martti immediately brought her attention back to the broken girl in front of her, who was still apologizing. "Ashley, look at me," Martti demanded in soft voice. Said girl stopped apologizing, now settling with soft whimpers, "A-Ashley… I'm s-sorry fa' yellin' at'chu. I ain't mean to, I-I was jus'… I d-don't know… I guess I was jus' mad 'bout the plate bein' broken… B-but th-that still didn't give me the right to yell…" Tears slowly began to run down Martti's face as she apologized.
"N-no, I'm sorry. I shouldn't h-have thrown your p-plate; I shouldn't have yelled,"
"Ashley…"
"I shouldn't have left my pills at home, I shouldn't have done anything!"
"Ashley…"
"If there's anyone who has to apologize, it's me!!"
"Ashley…"
"You should've just left me out there yesterday! Because I'm always messing things up!!! I'm just like everyone says, 'a stupid, schizophrenic bitch'!!! AND MAYBE THE VOICES INSIDE MY HEAD ARE RIGHT; I MIGHT AS WELL JUST DIE, THE WORLD WOULD BE BETTER OFF WITHOUT ME!!! AND ISN'T LIKE ANYONE'S GOING TO CARE OR MISS ME IF I DIE!!! WHO WOULD?!?! I'M JUST A UGLY, STUPID, USE—MMPPHH!!!" Ashley ranted before being interrupted by a pair of soft lips ramming into her own. Ashley looked and saw that the lips belonged to Martti.
Martti – Ashley's crush – was kissing her. Ashley didn't object to the kiss; instead, immersed herself within Martti's kiss.
Martti wasn't exactly thinking about what she was doing, she just did something that she thought – in her opinion – was the most non-threatening way of making Ashley shutup. Hearing Ashley speak so terribly about herself killed Martti a bit on the inside. It would kill anyone to hear someone they love talk about themselves in such a horrible way. Never have Martti ever imagined Ashley's life being so rough, that it caused hot tears to fall down from Martti's eyes, sliding diligently down her cheeks. Cracking her eyes just a tad, Martti could see tears streaming down Ashley's face, mixing with her own. Despite neither of them wanting the kiss to end, the damnable need for air caused the two girls to detach their lips from one another, gazing into one another's eyes; their tears glistening off their faces from the sunlight protruding in from the window.
A shaky sigh left Martti's lips, unwrapping her arms from Ashley's waist, who was in the midst of calming herself down, sniffling with the occasion of a soft – almost – inaudible whimper; Martti's hand gripped lightly around Ashley's left wrist, gently pulling her into the bedroom, closing the door once they were inside before guiding the two of them to the stacked mattresses lying on the floor; Martti sat down, now holding Ashley's left hand, who gently sat down in Martti's lap, the soft impact eliciting a grunt from the tomboyish girl. The two girls' faces grew warm after noticing the position that they were in, but neither of them objected to the situation. In fact, the two rather much preferred the position as Ashley pressed her body tightly up against Martti's, nuzzling her head on top the girl's shoulder.
"M-Martti…?" Ashley softly spoke, her voice barely a louder than whisper, "I'm… very s-sorry about what happened." Ashley softly apologized. "It's a'ight. I'm sorry 'bout yellin' at'chu." Martti softly spoke with an apology of her own. "It's fine, really. I d-don't really deserve your apology. If anything, I did deserved to be yelled at." Martti leered down at Ashley with a face of confusion. "No, you didn't. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. If anything, I don't deserve yo' apology. I mean, fo' me to get pissed like that over a broke plate is fuckin' stupid! I know I was mad, but that didn't gimme the right to come at'chu like that. I fucked up, not'chu. But fa' real, though; who jus' gets mad 'bout a broken plate? Apparently me." Martti exaggerated at the end of her speech, eliciting a low, soft giggle from Ashley, bringing a small smile to Martti's face but was quickly replaced with a frown, "Wait, Ash; you said some' 'bout forgettin' some pills for your… Fuck, what is it… sch-schizonophria…? Nah, that ain't it. Schizaphronea…? Ain't that it?" Martti guessed, putting in her best effort to pronounce "schizophrenia", forcing a soft giggle from Ashley. "It's 'schizophrenia', and I have pills that helps me with it…" Ashley softly explained, her voice still at a whisper as she looked down at the bed. Martti could see the discomfort in Ashley's face about talking about the topic, but she just had to ask, "What is schizophrenia?" Ashley sighed – 'Fuck; I jus' had to say somethin',' – "I-it's a mental illness… One that causes people to see, hear, and feel things – well, I guess feel things – that aren't real. And, unfortunately for me, I was just so blessed to be born with it! Everyday, people look at me like I'm weird, like I don't belong, and I fucking hate it!!! I just… I just…" Ashley's voice grew soft, "I just… can't take it anymore. All the names people call me, all the stuff people do to me; I just can't take it anymore! It hurts! I try to ignore them, I try to keep to myself!! But it doesn't help because everything they say always gets to me!! So much… that I often think a-about… killing my-myself… I know I'm not supposed to think like that, b-but I can't help it! And I… I j-just… I…" Ashley grieved before breaking out into low, soft wails; her cries muffled by Martti's shoulder. Martti, AT ALL, could not believe what she had just heard. Never would she have ever known Ashley's life would be so hard. She heard the rumors and the stories about some "crazy girl" that always gets messed with, the girl that always talks herself, the girl that doesn't have any friends. But never have Martti would've ever imagined that the girl everyone talks about would be the girl that's sitting in her lap; softly crying her eyes out. Martti felt her own tears beginning to well up, every word that Ashley spoke; their meaning more clear. But at that moment, the one statement that Ashley made; that one sentence – '…So much… that I often think a-about… killing my-myself…' – was enough to break the damn, tears once again flooded out of her eyes and down her cheeks. Martti could feel Ashley's pain. She could visualize everyone at school: picking on her, calling her names, shunning her, just making her life a living hell. All these thoughts going through her mind, the emotions flowing through her soul was so much, that Martti didn't even noticed that she too had started to softly sob. The two girls sat – Martti's back pressed up against the wall with her head resting gently on Ashley's right shoulder; Ashley still sitting snug atop of Martti's lap, leaning all her weight on the girl's body as she rested her head softly on Martti's right shoulder – their soft wails being the only source of noise throughout the apartment, 'I really fucked up…' was the only thing that ran through Martti's mind. Feeling the pain of her potential lover was too much for her to handle and she was sure Ashley was tired of receiving it, she said it herself; and the guilt that has plagued both the girls was no help at all. Heaving a deep sigh, Martti's sobbing came to end as she retracted her arms from around the timid girl's waist and slowly brought them up to cup the girl's cheeks, her face stained with dry tears before being moistened as new ones ran down. Ashley, so to say, was confused with Martti's actions, her cheeks warming as she opened her mouth to say something, only for her confusion delay her sentence, "M-Mar—!" she began, only for her words to be cut short as Martti leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her left cheek. A sort of… sound – sounding like confusion – left Ashley's slightly gapped mouth, eliciting a chuckle from Martti after she pulled away. A small smile was born to Ashley's face; tears no longer leaving her eyes, only the dried streaks now remain. Seeing Ashley's smile brought one to Martti's face as she leaned in again, which elicited Ashley to do the same; both their faces warming up. Nearly closing the space between them, their lips barely brushing against, the sensation of their breaths tickling each other's lips, the girl's noses touching as they gazed longingly into one another's eyes. Their minds cleared – as cleared as they could be – hearts set, souls fueled with love and devotion; the two girls closed the final space between them, their lips locking for a second time in a affectionate kiss. Ashley wasn't so sure of herself with the whole "kissing thing", debating whether she was "doing it right", if she was putting enough effort into the kiss or if Martti was enjoying it. However, Martti's breathless moans was enough assurance for Ashley's little dilemmas. Martti, wanting more of the timid girl, took her hands from her face, snaking her arms around the girl's waist and lowering them as she grabbed two handfuls of both Ashley's cheeks while giving them a firm squeeze; prompting a soft moan from Ashley's throat. Martti was satisfied with her deed, but wasn't satisfied with the kiss as she found herself wanting even more of Ashley; and in an instant, she found herself with a plan. A rather devious plan, but a plan nonetheless. Martti opened her mouth – taking Ashley by surprise – and stuck her tongue out, prodding it against Ashley's lips. Ashley on the other hand didn't open her mouth; but it wasn't out of disgust or anything of that nature. It was out of pure confusion, but yet… it wasn't. Ashley knew what Martti wanted, but she didn't know how to react or how to initiate this type of kiss, as she succumbed to insecurity and self-confusion. Martti, too wrapped up in her own personal lust and desires, noticed Ashley's hesitation, but not for the actual reason. She assumed Ashley was just teasing her, which caused a smirk to spread across Martti's face as she prodded her tongue against Ashley's lips once more, this time a bit forcefully; which only resulted in Ashley to keep her mouth shut. Growing a little frustrated, Martti decided to try something that she didn't think she would try until later in their relationship – if they ever get together, that is. Martti took her right hand off of Ashley's ass and slowly brought it up near the girl's left bosom. 'A'ight, here goes…' Martti readied herself before lunging her hand forward, grabbing a handful of Ashley's breast as she gave it a firm squeeze. Martti had gotten the initial response she was hoping for as Ashley had finally opened her mouth. However, Martti didn't exactly plan for the girl to break the kiss… and snap at her. "Wh-why the hell did you do th-that?!" Ashley snapped, plagued with overwhelming embarrassment, shock, confusion – and oddly enough – lust. "Tryna'… get'chu to open yo' mouth." Martti casually answered with a question of her own, as if nothing had happened; which only added to Ashley's confusion and new found anger. "AND WHY exactly were you trying to do that?" Ashley hissed. Martti only rolled eyes with a goofy smile plastering her face before saying, "Ain't it obvious? I was jus' tryna' French you, sweet lips~" Ashley's face grew warm from either Martti's answer or her little remark. "By… licking my lips and… grabbing my breast?" Martti began to snicker at Ashley's question, only adding even more to the girl's confusion. "Oh, my God! Ashley, you actin' this is yo' first kiss or somethin'!!" Martti joked, now breaking out into a laugh. Ashley's confusion had transcended to a new level. Thinking about what Martti said, Ashley began to feel insecure with herself; sure, she knew Martti was just joking – at least she hoped – about the whole kiss thing. But deep down, Ashley couldn't help but feel silly because of the supposedly harmless joke; hurt and insecurity now written on her face, "Y-you're… the first p-person I've ever k-kissed…" Ashley softly confessed, looking away from the laughing girl and down at the mattress. Upon hearing the soft-spoken confession, Martti's laughter died down before catching the ball of realization and getting hit in the head with the brick of guilt. 'Oh… I'm jus' completely fuckin' myself, ain't I…?' Martti mentally deadpanned, feeling horrible for poking fun at her possible-lover, "Oh… I'm sorry, Ash. I didn't mean to make you feel bad, I jus'… I don't know. I'm really sorry, though…" Martti began planting soft kisses on Ashley's cheek to put a point on her apology. "M-Martti, st-stop, th-that tickles!~" Ashley giggled as Martti moved down to her neck, planting kisses all around before moving back up to her face to plant even more soft loving pecks all over Ashley's face; all while the sound of Ashley giggling and begging for Martti to stop got louder. Martti continued to blast the shy girl's face with loving pecks before ending them by placing a big kiss on Ashley's lips. Ashley gasped in surprise but happily returned kiss, pressing her body against Martti's; a little too much as she nearly toppled the tomboy-ish girl over on her side. Luckily, Martti was able to catch herself. With her lust coming back, Martti attempted a French kiss for the fourth time, opening her mouth as her tongue came to life. Martti hesitated, not wanting a repeat of last time, prodding her tongue against Ashley's lips. The timid girl was hesitant and still a bit confused about the whole ordeal 'Should I…? I want to, but… what if I'm not any good? What if she doesn't like it? Oh, fuck it…' Ashley mentally debated. Martti was just about to reel her tongue back inside, until she felt Ashley's mouth shyly open, giving her the green light to enter as she slowly yet excitedly plunged her tongue into Ashley's mouth, exploring her newly found territory of Ashley's wet upper-cavern. Ashley tried her hardest to suppress a moan but failed, the feeling of Martti running her tongue along the surface of her palate before dropping down and rubbing itself against her tongue; whimpers of pleasure leaving the girl's throat. A smile made its way to Martti's face as she continued to explore her timid crush's mouth, tasting the residue of toast and brownies on her tongue. It was a rather enticing flavor as she pushed her tongue further into Ashley's mouth, nearly reaching down her throat, which was rewarded with a another breathless moan from the timid girl; craving for more of the flavored saliva. With a feeling of courage and mindless bravery, Ashley brought her own tongue to life, slowly raising it. Upon lifting it, however, her tongue raised up and bumped into Martti's, gently grazing the underside of her tongue which elicited a fairly loud moan from both girls. Now poised, Ashley was just about to let her tongue fall back to its original resting position until she felt Martti softly shaking her head as if to tell her "Nah, you're good," before retracting her own tongue into her mouth, keeping it open to Ashley entrance. The soft-spoken girl was quite surprised that Martti was willing to submit to her. But hesitation had took a firm grip on Ashley once more as she slowly stuck her tongue inside Martti's mouth… and then let it sit on Martti's, losing all the built-up confidence she once had. Martti, aware of Ashley's hesitation, began to chuckle, but not only in a joking manner, but to try and provoke Ashley to do something. Which oddly worked as the shy girl lifted her tongue up and began to slowly whirl it around inside her mouth. Having enough courage to explore her new territory inside of Martti's mouth, Ashley ran her tongue along the tomboy-ish girl's palate before rubbing her tongue against Martti's, causing the girls to moan. Feeling satisfied with her deed, Ashley reeled her tongue back into her own mouth, but Martti seemed to have had different plans as her tongue came to life once again before grabbing on to Ashley's with paid off difficulty; a soft little moan escaping from Ashley's mouth as the girls' tongues began an elegant dance with one another. As the kiss waged on, Martti decided to pay the timid girl's breast another visit, hoping that this time, she doesn't manage to startle her possible-lover like the first time… Well, not startle her as much as the first time. Plan set, Martti took her right hand – the same hand she used the first time – off Ashley's ass and slowly brought it back up to Ashley's left mound – the same one she grabbed the first time. A very odd feeling of deja-vu washed over the tomboy as she tentatively and softly grabbed the girl's large bosom, a… sort of yelping moan left Ashley's mouth. Martti, seeing as how her crush didn't object to her action, brought her left hand up to grab Ashley's right mound as she started to screw both of the shy girl's breasts; quick, small, breathless moans expelled from the girl's mouth. 'Damn, she got some really sensitive ass titties…' Martti thought in earnest while she and Ashley finally pulled away from each other, their lungs yearning for oxygen; their tongues hanging out of their mouths with a thick, silky strand of saliva connected to them as they panted for air. Martti's once hung-open mouth turned into a small smirk as she gave Ashley's mounds one more squeeze – a soft moan coming up the girl's slightly gapped mouth – before moving her hands back down to the girl's plump rear.
"U-uhm… was any of th-that supposed… to m-mean anything…?" Ashley asked, her voice growing soft. "Yeah. I… want us to be together. I mean, I wouldn't did any of it if I didn't wanna be wit'chu." Martti answered, her voice going soft as well, "To be honest, I kinda… had a crush on you when we first met… or when you woke up, I guess. And it's like… I mean, I don't know how to really explain it. It's like, I thought it was jus' 'cause I thought you was cute, but I guess it's jus' me actually catchin' feelings. What I'm sayin' is… I really like you." she confessed, both hers and Ashley's faces growing even warmer. "… I guess the two of us are in the same boat. I kind of have a crush on you, too. At least… that's what I believe it is. I only chalked it up as a little fling from you saving me, but I slowly, yet quickly, became really infatuated with you. I can't tell if it's your adorable goofiness or just how caring you are. But what attracted me the most is that you're one of the few people outside my family that helped me feel at least a lit'le better about myself; to see that you actually care about me. And I guess that's the real reason why I developed these feelings for you." Ashley softy expressed while burying her face in the tomboy's chest. A soft chuckle escaped Martti's lips as she gave the timid girl an affectionate squeeze.
Both girls were happy that their crushes returned their feelings, despite how rough their morning had been; and the thought of them moving too fast in a relationship lingered in the back of their minds, but at the moment, the two girls couldn't give less of a fuck. All they cared about right now was each other.
Martti reached down and gave her lover's derriere and soft squeeze, causing Ashley to gasp as she brought her head off Martti's chest, only to have the goofy tomboy peck her on the lips, "So, does that mean you're my sexy li'l mama now~?" Martti flirted, eliciting a giggle from Ashley who happily nodded with a rather warm face.
The girls then looked up as they caught each other's loving gaze, leaning in as they shared another kiss. It wasn't much – most certainly not anything like the previous one – just a simple kiss filled with affection. With a final smooch, the two girls pulled away to continue their affectionate staring contest, only for Martti to land a unsuspected peck on Ashley's lips. Chuckling at her deed, Martti laid down, her back pressed softly against that of the badge mattress that she and her girlfriend were currently residing on. A blissful sigh left Ashley's lips as she follows Martti's actions, lying down on top of the tomboyish girl, her head gently resting on Martti's chest as the steady, gentle beating rhythm of her heart calmed Ashley's nerves.
Ashley began to think about the events that led up to this point. From walking around, to getting jumped by a group of bitches to being saved by a goofy tomboy, to falling in love with the silly girl to having an argument and making up in the most emotional way; to having her first intimate experience in the most intimate way, to finally becoming a couple. Least to say, she's had quite the past few days.
"This is nice~" Ashley sighed, nuzzling her head underneath Martti's chin, earning a soft chuckle from her. "Mm-hm. Jus' hope nun' or nobody fucks this up." Martti yawned. As if on cue, Ashley's phone began to ring, playing "What If I Go?". Ashley looked directly at her curly afro haired girlfriend, who was giving an apologetic look as she whispered, "Sorry, baby." A sigh of utmost annoyance left Ashley's throat while reluctantly lifting herself off of her lover before lazily sauntering over to her phone that was on charge. Picking the device up and detaching the charger, she looked down at the screen to see that is was her mother calling, "'Ello?"
And as soon as that word left her mouth…
"Oh, thank goodness! Where the BLOODY-HELL are you?!?! Why IN THE FUCK didn't you come home last night?!?! You've had me up ALL NIGHT, worrying if something happened to you!!! I've called you seven times, Ashley!! SEVEN!!! Why didn't you answer…?! I was beginning to think something DID happen to you…!!"
Ashamed and guilty is what could best describe Ashley at the moment. She knew how much her much her mother cared about her children, especially her. So hearing her mother was something she expected, but at the same time, not something she expected. Just like any mother, Ashley's mother worried about the safety of her children, and it really put a lot of stress on her mind. And being a schizophrenic as well didn't do anything to help.
"I—I'm s-sorry, mum. I forgot…" Ashley solemnly apologized. Ashley could hear her mother let out a regretful sigh, along with soft sniffling, "I'm sorry for yelling, and It's okay, Pumpkin. I know you didn't do it on purpose. Just… please, promise you'll call and let me know where you are next time." her mother requested. "I promise." "Thank you, Pumpkin. Wh-where are you, by the way?" "I-I'm… at… uhh…" Ashley stammered, fumbling for words, only to come up short. She glanced over at her lover for any assistance, only to get a shrug, "I-I'm at my friend's house. I saw her at the park on my way back to the house and decided to stay the night with her." Her mother let out another sigh, this time, of relief, "Oh, okay. Well, just as long as you're somewhere safe." "Oh! Mom, I was hoping you could drop my medicine off, as well as some clean clothes." "Oh, yes, of course! W-wait, you said 'her'. That means you're not at Sergio's; whose house are you at?" "O-oh, I'm… at my friend, Martti's house, she lives…" Ashley paused, looking back at her lover once more. "At Trinity Village, on Maple Drive." Martti answered, accompanied by a cheeky grin. Ashley playfully rolled her eyes at her girlfriend's goofiness, "It's the apartment complex, Trinity Village, on Maple Drive." Ashley informed her mother. "Alrighty, I'll be over as soon as I can." "Okay, thank you, mum! I love you!~" "You're welcome, and I love you too, Pumpkin!~" Ashley's mother happily professed as she hung up. Ashley sat her phone down on the dresser before walking back over to her lover and laying back down on top of her. But not without adding a little sway to her hips, much to her lover's enjoyment.
"Who dat?" Martti snickered. Ashley lifted her head up, playfully glaring at her goofy lover before snickering herself, "It was my mum, if that wasn't obvious." she stated, lightly pinching the bridge of Martti's nose. "My bad, my bad. I wasn't really payin' attention, I was too busy starin' at all this ass you got here~" Martti purred as she gripped Ashley's butt with her right hand, earning a gigglish-moan from the timid girl.
With a craving to hear the soft-spoken girl moan some more, Martti raised her right hand and swung it down, striking Ashley's derriere, which earned her a moan just as she wanted, "Damn, you like that baby?~" Martti purred. However, she was shocked when Ashley looked up at her: softly panting with her mouth ajar. "B-Baby, you a'ight?" Martti asked. Ashley only continued to leer at her, face flushed with half-lidded eyes. Martti began to feel a bit… well… she didn't know what she was feeling, although, "uncomfortable" was starting to become more fitting the more Ashley leered at her. But her uncomfortably soon turned into arousal when the feeling of Ashley grinding herself against her body came about before moaning, "…Spank me~"
That caught Martti's attention. She didn't think Ashley could get like this. Although, she isn't complaining, it's just a surprise. "Baby…? Did that… turn you on?" Martti asked.
That one question was enough to snap Ashley out of her lust filled trance. She looked at Martti wide eyed with her face flushed, not knowing how to answer as her eyes started darting around the entire room, not daring to look at Martti's. "I-I… uhh… I… y-yes…" Ashley confessed, looking down at Martti's chest.
Ashley never wanted Martti to found out about her kinks. At least, not yet. But even then, she still wouldn't know if she could tell Martti. Just like everything else, the girl's anxiety held her back. And revealing something like her kinks were no exception, and it would only lead to her getting stressed. However, she doesn't know exactly what had possessed her to say "spank me" – which was a dead giveaway to her kink – but she did, which was surprising to her. 'Maybe it's Martti's confidence rubbing off on me…?' Ashley wondered.
"Really?" Martti asked, quite surprised as Ashley softly nodded her head, still embarrassed about the fact. "Baby," Martti chuckled, "You ain't gotta be scared to tell me anything. It ain't gon' change how I feel 'bout you, a'ight?" she assured. A soft smile made its way to Ashley's face, washed over with the feeling of elation.
"So…" Martti smirked, "Havin' yo' ass slapped turns you on, right?~" Ashley's face began to grow hot as she shyly nodded, hoping Martti would give her bottom a good slap, "Oh. A'ight then." Ashley stared at Martti, still waiting for something to happen, "W-well?" she inquired. "What?" "A-aren't you going to… you know…?" Ashley squeaked, hinting towards her butt, wiggling it side to side. 'Fuck. What she gotta do this fa'…?' Martti thought, "Nah, I'm straight…"
'What……?' was the only thing to go through Ashley's mind. "What… in the fuck do you mean 'I'm straight,'?" Ashley hissed, "You asked if spanking turns me on and I say 'yes', just for you to lay here?! What… the fuck… kind of bullshit is th—AAHHNN!~" Ashley's venting turned into a moan from Martti's hand striking her fat, curvy rump; shooting bolts of pleasure throughout her body. The shy girl looked up at her lover to see her glancing deviously at her, "Wasn't expectin' that, was you?~" Martti purred. Before she could even get a word out, Ashley let out another moan as Martti gave her butt another good slap, "Like that, baby?~" Ashley could only answer with a breathless moan, "Bet. Now," Martti purred, gently gliding her right hand across Ashley's luscious cakes as whimpering moans left the girl's throat, "Who's yo' mama?~" she asked, giving her girlfriend's butt another smack. "Y-you~" Ashley moaned breathlessly, beginning to softly pant. "Who?~" Martti asked, slapping her girlfriend's butt again, a bit more harder than the first. "Y-you~" "Who…?~" Martti inquired, giving her lover one final slap on the ass – adding a lot of force to it – causing Ashley to let the loudest moan Martti's ever heard, which was such sweet music to her ears. "OH, GOD~!!! YOU—YOU'RE MY MOMMA!!!~" Ashley screamed in euphoria, saliva dripping from her mouth. Martti snickered devilishly, placing a quick kiss on her lover's cheek, "That's right, baby. You bet' not forget, a'ight?~" Martti purred softly and hungrily, softly caressing Ashley's now stinging butt. "Y-yes, Momma~" Ashley panted. Martti giggled as she pulled Ashley up for a kiss, which she returned as her body began shaking.
*KNOCK!!* *KNOCK!!* *KNOCK!!*
The two girls jumped and pulled away from the sound of someone knocking on the door. The couple glanced at one another before Martti gently moved her lover from atop of her before standing up. This, of course, caused Ashley to whine, not wanting the tomboyish girl to leave. A soft chuckle rose from Martti's throat as she leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Ashley's lips – to her enjoyment – before pulling away and heading towards bedroom door.
Leaving out of the bedroom, Martti lazily walked over to the front door and unlocked it. Right before she opened it, however, she felt two arms snake their way around her chest. Chuckling, Martti looked behind her to find Ashley smiling back at her as she began placing small pecks all over her cheek. The girl's kisses were quite tickling, causing Martti to giggle.
Opening the door, Martti was met with a woman staring back at her, having long black dreads tied into a ponytail that ran down at just above her rump. She had beautiful light brown eyes, accompanied with a few freckles scattered across her face. Her outfit wasn't anything too extravagant: a grey Nike hoodie that was way too big to be hers with a pair dark grey sweats with a pair of socks and black Nike slides. Subconsciously, Martti took a quick peek at the woman's body, noticing how thicc and curvy it was.
'Damn, she fee. And she kinda look like Ashley.' Martti mentally stated. She wasn't lying, the woman did have an appearance strikingly similar to Ashley. 'Hol' up…' Martti looked at the woman's face – very confused about what Martti was doing – then looked back at Ashley – still peppering her face with kisses – before looking back at the woman who was now donning a smirk on her face.
It was at that moment that Martti had an epiphany, 'Oh shit, it's Ashley's momma!'
"Uhh, Ashley…?" Martti staggered, nearly faltering in words. Ashley had opened her eyes and gave a Martti a questioning look, still peppering her face with small kisses. Martti eyes darted to side, motioning towards the front door. Ashley followed her lover's eyes and was greeted to the light brown eyes of her mother.
And boy… was she embarrassed…
"'Ello, Pumpkin!~" her mother greeted happily. The only thing Ashley could was stare pale-faced at her mother and let out inaudible squeaks, causing her mother to giggle. "Well, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend here?" Ashley had snapped back into reality as she hid behind Martti, her face flushed beyond belief. "U-u-umm… Martti, th-this is my mother, E-Erica… M-Mother, this is M-Martti, my… g-girlfriend…" Ashley softly introduced the two as Erica let out another soft giggle. Martti on the other hand was in a state of shock and panic, 'Fuck…'
"'Ello? Are you alright, dear?" Erica asked Martti, causing the girl to, in a certain sense, lose her shit. "Y-YES!!! I-I mean, y-yeah, I'm fine…" Martti's panicked outburst elicited a another giggle from her girlfriend's mother. "It's okay, there's no need to worry. I don't bite. Well, my husband begs to differ~" Erica winked, causing the couple's faces to grow warm. "M-Mother!!" Ashley exclaimed in complete embarrassment as Martti let out a nervous chuckle. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I just had to! It's just really fun to see your reactions," Erica giggled before directing her attention to Martti, "So, you're the one who managed to steal my lit'le Pumpkin's heart, yeah?" Martti became flustered as she hesitantly nodded.
Martti wasn't exactly sure what to expect, a slap in the face was her initial guess, but Erica glomping both her and Ashley was something she didn't see coming, "Ohh, Pumpkin~!!! I'm so proud of you!!!~" Erica gushed. A soft giggle escaped the girls' lips as they attempted to return the embrace. "Thank you, Mum." Ashley thanked. "You're quite welcome. Oh, you two look so cute together~" Erica cooed, giving her daughter a soft kiss on the cheek, much to Ashley's enjoyment as she giggled. Erica's focus then fell back to Martti, whose body became stiff again, "It's okay, luv. You don't have anything to worry about. All I want is to know that you'll take care and look after my lit'le Ashley. She means the world to me." Erica softly professed while pinching Ashley's cheek, much to the girl's annoyance. "Oh, y-yeah. I promise, I'll take care of her, ma'am." Martti assured as Erica giggled. "Thank you, luv. That's all I'm asking for. And there's no need to be so formal. You can just call me 'Erica'." Erica assured. Embarrassment enveloped Martti as she could feel the heat coming off her own face. "Oh! I almost forgot, here you go." Erica proclaimed, handing over a black string backpack – probably filled with clothes – and a small white bottle. 'Must be fa' her… Damn, what was it…? Sch—Schizophrenia! That's it!'
"Thanks, Mum." "You're welcome. Well, I guess I'll mosey on out of here. Call me, you father, Sergio, or one of your brothers if you need anything," Erica stated, heading towards the door, "Oh, and Martti?" Erica called, grabbing both girls' attention, "Just so you know, she's a screamer." the woman quickly proclaimed. "M-Mum!!!" Ashley exclaimed with a hot face as her mother left, laughing as she went.
Calming down, a frustrated sigh left Ashley's mouth as she turned and left into Martti's bedroom. Martti, however, just stood in front of her now closed door in shock, still trying to process exactly what just happened. She'd just met her girlfriend's mom… and it went pretty good. But then the statement Erica made earlier flooded back into Martti's mind. Sure, it may have sounded soft-spoken, but Martti heard the venom that was hidden away inside the woman's voice.
Pushing that thought aside, Martti walked back in her bedroom to be met with the site of Ashley sitting on her mattress on her knees, popping a small lithium pill inside her mouth before washing it down with some water. "…Hate taking these stupid things…" Ashley muttered, scowling at the small white bottle.
Martti sauntered over to the mattress before taking a seat on her knees behind Ashley while wrapping her arms around her waist, "Feelin' better?" "Oh, I don't know… how do you think I feel?" Ashley groaned. That wasn't the initial response Martti was hoping for – jumping a little at her lover's tone – but was the one she was expecting. Shrugging it off, Martti stuck the tip of her tongue out and gently ran it along the girl's neck. "Aahhnn~! M-Martti~" Ashley moaned, the tickling feeling of Martti's tongue running along all over her neck sent pleasure throughout her body. From the side of her neck to the back and near her collarbone: nowhere was safe from Martti's tongue.
"Like that?~" Martti purred, kissing the back of Ashley's neck as said girl softly nodded. With a smirk, Martti softly bit down on the girl's neck which she was rewarded with a moan. "OW! M-Martti, why'd you do that…?" the shy girl whined. Martti only answered by placing more bites along her girlfriend's neck, leaving marks everywhere she bit.
Satisfied, with the odd number of love marks placed on her lover's neck, Martti removed her mouth from the back of the girl's neck – not without placing one final kiss – and turned her around so that the two of them were facing each other. The couple sat and gazed into one another's eyes, their breaths grazing each other's lips; slowly becoming erratic. The once steady beat of their hearts growing faster in anticipation for what was about to happen as the couple slowly leaned in to each other.
Just as their lips were about to lock for a third time, the beginning of "Post To Be" began to play from Martti's phone, resulting in a fit of groans to come from the two girls. Martti reached over to her nightstand and grabbed the still ringing cellular device. Looking at the screen, Martti's face nearly turned pale, looking as if she just witnessed a murder, which of course worried Ashley.
"Wh-who is it…?" Ashley softly inquired. Martti could only continue to look at her phone as she uttered two words…
"…My momma…"