FIC And her name was…(The First Visitation) ADULT

Title: And her name was…(The First Visitation) ADULT

Author: astabasta
Rating: ADULT
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Ashley
Summary: Ashley's first time. Author's note: I just recently saw the episode "First Time" (yes I'm a little late) where Ashley does a monologue about her first time with a girl. So of course my imagination ran wild with the idea of creating what Ashley's first time was like. This series develops a fictitious character out of the girl whose name Ashley mentions in the episode.
Spoilers/Warnings: None

The First Visitation

"We can listen to CDs in my room. The system's better in there," the girl says as she opens her apartment door.

Ashley follows the girl through a living room that is barely lit by the backyard lights shining through glass, sliding doors. As they reach a darkened hallway, the girl takes Ashley's hand and leads her the rest of the way. They walk hand in hand until the girl interlaces her fingers in between Ashley's. Ashley flinches and pulls her hand away just as the girl clicks open her bedroom door.

"Sit down, I'll find the CD."

A tall cylindrical, rice paper lamp dimly lights the room. A queen-sized bed, covered with a blood red raw silk spread, is positioned at one end of the room and an impressive, state of the art, sound system faces the bed.

Framed marquees of theater productions and black/white nude photographs of the girl's various body parts cover the walls of the room.

"Are those of you?" Ashley asks in reference to the photographs as she tries to find a comfortable position to sit on the bed all the while feeling very awkward and strangely aroused about being in this girl's bedroom.

What am I doing here?

"Ya, those are some of the things that I do besides working the door at Grey," the girl says as she continues to look for Joan Baez. "I'm an actor. I take classes during the day, go to a couple of auditions my agent tells me to, been in a couple of small productions, as you can see," the girl points to the marquees, "and sometimes I get paid to pose for a photographer friend of mine. Here it is."

The girl puts the CD into the player. She walks across the room to where Ashley sits on the bed and stands within a foot of her. They lock eyes, Ashley loses her breath.

"Put these on," the girl says holding up a set of headphones. "The sound in these is amazing. You'd think that Joan was serenading you right in this room."

The girl looks right into Ashley's eyes as she leans forward to place the headphones on Ashley's ears. Ashley looks at the floor.

Ashley is immediately swept away by Joan's voice. She sits a little more comfortably on the bed, stretches her arms out behind her, using them to prop her up, and closes her eyes luxuriating in the rich undulations of Joan's vocal expressions.

When Ashley re-opens her eyes, the girl is standing, with her back to Ashley, in front of a dresser on another side of the room. Through half-closed lids, Ashley watches the girl remove her g-string by slinking it down from underneath her skirt. She carefully slides a pair of black cotton boy shorts up underneath her skirt without revealing anything, then lets her skirt fall to the floor. Ashley inhales deeply to catch her breath. The girl carelessly removes her camisole to reveal the thin black straps of her bra and she shakes out her thick black hair which cascades like a veil down her back. The girl looks over her shoulder.

Ashley quickly closes her eyes snapping away an image of a pair of long, taut legs, a firm, sun-kissed back, soft shoulders, and a slight curvature to her waist and hips. Joan continues to sing soothingly in Ashley's ears. Ashley opens her eyes again to the girl putting on a white, short-sleeved Spandex/cotton blend T. She strategically removes her bra by unhooking it from under the shirt and sliding it through one of the T's armholes. When the girl turns around, Ashley gulps at the site of the fabric bridge that stretches across the girl's breasts that are begging for an attention that Ashley is not too sure that she can provide.

The girl's lips move as she walks toward Ashley who cannot decipher a word that the girl is saying; Ashley's ears are filled with Joan. Unawares, Ashley spreads her legs apart to make room for the girl who stands only inches away. The girl says something again that Ashley cannot hear so she just continues to look at her. The girl removes the headphones from Ashley's ears and whispers, "So what do you think?"

"Sh…she's hot," Ashley manages to stammer.

"She is, isn't she?"

The girl tentatively leans closer to Ashley observing whether she will respond to her advance or balk. Ashley does not move but moistens her lips in anticipation. The girl kisses Ashley's lips three…light…and sweet…times. When the girl pulls away Ashley, whose eyes close as she indulges in the gentle touches, leans forward to meet the next kiss that is no longer there. Ashley opens her eyes, smiles at the teasing gesture, and pulls at the girl's shirt guiding the girl to sit next to her on the bed.

The girl kisses Ashley again and Ashley responds by slightly opening her mouth to take in her lips. The girl takes that as an invitation to glide her tongue along Ashley's lips. Ashley takes in the girl's tongue and savors the hint of tobacco that still lingers there. They kiss endlessly tasting each other's flavors, inhaling the other's smell, sticky with anticipation about what will happen next, but lost in the moment of their passionate oral fixation. The girl wants more. She reluctantly pulls away from Ashley's mouth. Ashley pants trying to catch her breath.

"Lie down," the girl softly commands, "on your stomach."

Staring at the girl wide-eyed, Ashley silently complies. From behind, the girl straddles Ashley's thighs and comfortably settles on Ashley's behind. She sweeps Ashley's curls off her back and shoulders to expose her neck, which the girl kisses, licking a wet path to her ear. Butterfly kisses tickle Ashley's neck, ears, shoulder and she squirms beneath the girl who continues her pleasure seeking.

Kissing her shoulders, the girl moves Ashley's camisole and bra straps out of the way, coaxing Ashley's arms through them so that they rest under Ashley's armpits. The girl unhooks Ashley's bra sliding it and the camisole down Ashley's torso as the girl kisses Ashley's shoulder blades, mid-back, lower back. The front of Ashley's bra brushes past her stiffened nipples and she feels the silk bed cover under her breasts and stomach.

The girl takes a moment to flip her hair out of the way. Ashley feels the girl's hair gently lash her back and tingles spread through her body down to her toes and in the place she so badly wants to touch or be touched. The girl kisses Ashley's lower back then pushes Ashley's top down until she sees the dimples on the spot where Ashley's back meets her behind.

In one fluid motion, the girl rolls Ashley onto her back, straddles Ashley's hips. They gaze at each other. The girl gets wetter at the sight of Ashley's smoky eyes, swollen lips, flat stomach, beaconing breasts and brown curls splayed out around her innocent but lusty face. Ashley writhes, moans, and bucks underneath the forceful kisses that the girl presses into her hips. Kisses fall below Ashley's bellybutton, above it; a wet path is licked up her stomach to her breasts. The girl flips her long hair out of the way as she places gentle kisses at the base of Ashley's small breasts; first one, then the other tracing a wet path with her tongue around each of Ashley's dark pink nipples. A trickle of wet flows out of her, Ashley whimpers, wants to touch herself but she waits.

Please touch it.

The girl flicks her tongue against Ashley's nipple before she takes it into her mouth and sucks, first gently and softly. Then she strokes Ashley's other nipple as she sucks more forcefully. Ashley opens up as wide as a clam in a boiling pot of water and feels a swelling and hardening like never before. Ashley moans and her hips begin to rock. The girl's spread thighs contain Ashley's hips and the girl is pleased by Ashley's rocking.

"Please, please," Ashley whispers from a far away place of need and desire, "please, please, please…"

The girl stops her pleasurable torture and asks, "Are you begging me?"

Ashley nods, her face a giant plea for release.

"What do you want," the girl orders but does not ask.

"You," Ashley barely utters.

"Now?" the girl teases.

In desperation, Ashley agressively pulls the girl onto her, making her believe that she means it. With their bare legs intertwined and pelvises throbbing against the other, they kiss wildly, frantically. Their fingers interlock, Ashley's flesh rubs against the girl's under clothes as they create a rhythmic friction and fusion of caresses, sweat, low moans, and short sharp cries. The girl wants more.

She slides down Ashley's body furiously kissing her chin, neck, collarbone, breasts, belly, breasts, belly, above and below the belly button, down Ashley's treasure trail until…

The girl shimmies Ashley's scrunched up bra, camisole and skirt off her hips, slides them down her legs and tosses them off the bed leaving Ashley only wearing a pair of bikini panties. The girl nuzzles her nose in Ashley's panties and breathes in the sweet smell of wet, hot pussy wanting to be fucked. Ashley whimpers. The girl slowly strokes Ashley through the panties, wanting to feel where Ashley is, how ready she is, how hard she is, how h –. Ashley purrs.

Looking at the girl, Ashley touches her fingers to her panties to sooth the tension that the girl has caused. The girl, who now stands at the foot of the bed, walks around to the head of the bed and sits with her back against the headboard; her legs spread apart, knees bent, and feet on either side of Ashley's head. She watches as Ashley's hand makes small circular motions against herself gyrating to the rhythm of her hand.

"Sit with me," the girl finally says as she points and applies pressure to her own wet spot that forms on her boy shorts.

Ashley sits up and scoots backwards towards the girl until her behind nuzzles right in the spot where the girl had just touched. Ashley's back presses against the girl's chest and Ashley's damp cheek rests against the girl's sweaty one. The girl kisses Ashley's neck while she massages Ashley's breasts. The girl's other hand makes a slow, sticky descent down Ashley's flat-toned, sweaty belly to her panties. Ashley responds by fluttering and releasing new wet.

Instead of going through the top of Ashley's panty, the girl slips her finger through one of the leg holes directly to Ashley's moist, Brazilian cut center. A sweat breaks out all over the girl's body.

"I've never…" Ashley pants.

"I know…" the girl says as she touches her finger to Ashley's wet in order to moisten the other parts, "I'll make it sweet."

The girl finds Ashley swollen and as ripe as a cherry. The girl strokes up; Ashley's hips buck toward the sensation begging for more. Slippery circular motions send Ashley into orbit, breathing heavily out of her open mouth. The girl changes circular direction and Ashley feels a tightening and release so sharp that she whimpers as if in pain, but it's a sting that Ashley wants to feel over and over again. She does and each tightening and release seems to come on a little stronger than the last as the girl continues her finger play.

Then suddenly, Ashley can't breathe. Her center feels permanently locked in a big tight knot. The girl changes direction again and Ashley lets out a cry that seems to come from another room. She feels contractions so violently pleasant that she thinks that she's in a dream. Her body bursts open with torn edges and floats above the bed in a transcendental haze. Ashley still hears the cries coming from the other room and fantasizes about another person enjoying as much pleasure as she is; the other person is her.

Tears well up in Ashley's eyes but she does not cry. She holds onto the sparkles that light up her body, the heat between her legs, the cool sweat between her breasts, the small hairs that stick to her forehead and the sides of her face, and onto the arms that hug her from behind. She holds onto the arms that hold her ever so tightly from behind, hold her together to close her back up. She holds onto the tender kisses that greet her sweat-cooled shoulder.

"If you want to sleep over," the girl's hot breath touches Ashley's ear, "I can take you home later in the morning."

Ashley answers by wrapping her arms around herself, around the arms that hold her together and sinks deeply, heavily, and listlessly into the girl's body behind her. Ashley dreams about being swept away in a tornado however, instead of being scared, she smiles peacefully as she is tossed and tumbled by the wind.

"By the way," the wind whispers to Ashley in the dream, "my name is Magdalena."