Ah, so this story is kicking off some interesting questions. Go ahead, bring'em on. I won't say I'll fully answer them, especially if my answers will give away the plot, but I will try.

Also, I swear I am not taking my time to be an a**. It's just how I write. Plus, short chapters, remember? Besides... delay is half the fun. ;)

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The three of them were in Aiden's bedroom, littered with the regular items that most guys have and the general disheveled nature of any young person's personal space.
But, to Ashley, everything about this room looked kid-sized next to what they were about to do.

Aiden and Ashley both stood there, the previous confidence slipping away as the red-headed woman less-than-soberly walked towards Aiden's unmade bed.
This woman chuckled at the two of them once she sat down, a light and drunk sound echoing around the walls as they continued to stand still - immobile and with not a single idea of how to proceed.

What did Ashley know of threesomes? What did Aiden know?
Nothing. They knew absolutely nothing about such things, except that they existed and that they happened in porn.
Aiden always thought it would be weird to have one with another guy, not because of any homophobic leanings, but because of the sense of competition.
Would the other guy be bigger? Longer? Better? Would Aiden be able to keep up or would he just come off as the loser in such a game?
For Aiden, it all came down to insecurities.
Ashley always thought it would require too much work, trying to pay attention to more than one girl and have an orgasm yourself. What if neither one gave enough attention to her? What if she was left being the one fucking all night and not getting fucked?
For Ashley, it all came down to selfishness.

But there they were, in Aiden's bedroom - with all his cds and his gym clothes on the floor and some idiotic poster on the wall - there they were, with a semi-trashed red-head who wanted to have sex with them both.
At the same time. Right then and there.

"What was that down there? All bark and no bite?"

The question jolts Aiden back to life, his eyes darting from Ashley's and to the red-head's in a nervous way, trying to gather back the strut that had carried him this far.
And so he walks over, sitting on one side of her, chancing one more look to Ashley - conveying his trepidation and his giddy wonderment at this turn of events - then he leans in and they are kissing.
They are kissing and not coming up for air and Ashley doesn't feel turned-on.
She just feels uncomfortable, like opening the door and finding your parents getting it on.
But the red-read breaks away, leaving Aiden with a slightly drugged look on his face, and Ashley has to smirk just a bit.
The red-head is a good kisser, that much Ashley knows.

"Not without you, sexy... I want both of you."

And Ashley takes a deep breath, steeling herself as if this were some defining moment in her young life. And perhaps it is, though she doesn't know that as it is happening.
Oh, it's something major, alright - the kind of thing you hear boasted about, but rarely believe.
But Ashley didn't know, as she sat down and felt that hand slide up her bare thigh and up under her skirt, what this moment would truly do.

It changed all things. It ended one period of time and started another.
It brought Aiden and Ashley closer. And it'll break them apart, one day, too.

All either of them knew, in that moment, was that they were the students and this red-head was the teacher.
She was the prototype, the girl to start it all.
And she was the example, the one who helped them learn.
The nerves they both had - the shyness and the laughter that neither of them could contain - she accepted it. And she teased it away from them, she sucked it away from them, she fucked it all away from them and left them completely different than before.

And the rest, as they say, is history.

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In all honesty, she isn't thinking about it.
It is as far from her mind as the moon is from her touch, way up there in the sky and her feet way down here on the ground.
And, true, she's never been in a situation like this before.
Maybe she should be worried or nervous. Maybe she should change her mind and go back downstairs and drink another beer.
Maybe she should go home.

But when she thinks of home, she thinks of her mother. And when she thinks of her mother, something fine and thin snaps inside of her body - another delicate connection forcibly severed.

And Spencer won't be going home tonight.

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Ashley's body is warm against her, thigh snug between Spencer's legs, and lips leisurely trail up her neck. And she can tell that Ashley likes her neck quite a bit, the way the girl seems to subtly sigh in pleasure with each nip and each languid suck of the flesh.

By the time those lips reach Spencer's ear, she is aching in every place - where she is wet, where her heart thuds, in the muscles that help her to stand.

"So, Spencer... what do you like to do?"

Ashley's voice is heavy and Spencer has to swallow hard before she can reply, finding her own hands slipping roughly along Ashley's hips, fingers flexing and begging to go past the jeans, to find the skin, to sample that heat that is so near and so tantalizing.

"What... what do you mean... exactly?" Spencer's hushes out, barely making the words move out of her mouth, noting that over-whelming desire is slowing down her ability to speak.
Or think. Or function at all.
Instead of an explanation, though, Ashley is kissing her.
Ashley is kissing her, pushing her tongue past a rather weak barrier, and filling up whatever meager space left untouched.
And that nearly does it, that nearly sets loose the lion in Spencer's blood.
That nearly takes her over as she moans into Ashley's mouth and she rocks against Ashley's leg, grinding without a thought beyond sensation.
Spencer's hands get their own ideas, too.
They move from Ashley's hips and jerk the girl closer, gripping Ashley's ass and causing the girl to straddle Spencer's own thigh.
And when Spencer feels a corresponding thrust... and when she feels that kiss get desperate and deep...

Spencer knows, right then, what she likes to do.

And Spencer knows what she wants, knows what she is willing to do to get it, knows who it will hurt and who it will amuse.

Right then, Spencer knows everything she has ever needed to know.

She pulls back, just a bit, shuddering almost violently because Ashley's hands have finally found her and have slithered underneath her top and are leaving unbearable heat in their wake.

"I like to get fucked..."

And Ashley's eyes, already so laden with lust, grow darker.

"...and I want you to fuck me."

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TBC