FIC And Her Name Was…The Third Visitation-part 2 ADULT

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

Author: astabasta
Rating: ADULT
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Ashley
Summary: Ashley's third time with Maggie. 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(s) was/were like. This series develops a fictitious character out of the girl whose name Ashley mentions in the episode.
Spoilers/Warnings: None

The Third Visitation, part 2

Ashley is surrounded by a pitch-black darkness. She cannot see her hand in front of her face or the shoes on her feet. She taps her foot and realizes that her feet are bare; her legs are bare and her arms are bare. She is completely naked in the darkness. Ashley attempts to run but does not know where to go. She screams mute expressions of frustration and fear. She flails her arms about her hoping to touch something, someone. She feels flesh; the curvature of a bum, the undulations of a spine, a shoulder blade.

"Ashley," a young man's voice whispers.

"Aiden!"

The young man gropes Ashley's body from head to torso until he is sure that he is facing her. He hugs her close to him; Ashley's cheek against his naked chest, ripples of his stomach muscles against her breasts. He bends his head, finds her mouth, and kisses her slowly and deeply. Aiden hardens against her. She pulls him closer, takes hold of his erect penis, which is pressed against her pubic bone, and strokes it. A gush of wet trickles out of her, down her thigh

"You like it like this," Ashley says as she strokes Aiden, bending down to get on her knees, "don't you?"

Ashley opens her mouth to take him in, but he violently pushes her away and she falls on her back to the floor.

"How could you do this to us?" Aiden yells in disgust. "You lost our baby!"

"Aiden!" Ashley cries out, reaching out into the darkness around her.

"I'll help you," Ashley hears a female voice behind her and she whips her head around toward it in the rich blackness.

A pair of small-boned female hands starts to raise Ashley from her armpits off the floor when Madison sneers, "It serves you right for being such a slut."

Madison releases her support and Ashley crashes back to the floor. Ashley's eyes water and she does everything she can to stop the teardrops from falling, but they fall; stinging like tiny pinpricks on her naked skin.

"I'll help you," another female voice says.

"Fuck you, Madison!" Ashley screams. "Get away from me!"

"It's not Madison," the voice says gently and sweetly.

"Who is it?" Ashley says frantically waving her arms about her. The voice doesn't answer.

"Maggie?"

"It's not Maggie," the voice says with a smile. "Give me your hand."

Ashley feels a hand on her shoulder. The person is standing in front of her. Ashley extends her hand to the girl and feels a tug as the girl pulls Ashley up to her feet and closer to her body. Ashley feels the girl's warmth and nakedness against her own.

"Who are you?" Ashley asks.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of you and still have enough left over to take care of you too."

Ashley feels the girl's long silken hair fall onto her shoulder and against her breasts as the girl embraces her; holding the embrace so tightly that Ashley drops her defenses and begins to weep. The girl's hands glide down Ashley's body as the girl descends to the ground.

"Don't worry I'll take care of you," the girl's voice fades down below Ashley's waist until Ashley can feel the girl's tongue between her legs, separating her lips, pressing hard against her clit. Ashley gasps, her knees weaken. She grasps the girl's head and shoulders to support herself. She feels herself moan but she cannot hear it. Then she hears herself moan but it is coming from the girl.

And somewhere between the murky haze of dreaming and waking up from a dream, the pressure on Ashley's clit grows, becomes more tangible, real and not just the pleasurable, ethereal feeling of floating without gravity. The lapping is a little faster now. What first felt like a hundred pairs of hands massaging and sliding all over Ashley's body, are just two; the feeling of floating upright is just her body being supported by the soft bed beneath her; and, the school of fish swimming between her legs is none other than Maggie eating her way through Ashley's bento box of sushi: slippery, tasteless, odorless but delectable, yes!

And although Ashley is lying down, she regains her equilibrium by anchoring her hands in Maggie's hair and gently pushing her head into the place that matters the most. Ashley feels a tickle just below the electric buzz of Maggie's tongue. Ashley pulls back from the tickle until it stops. When she relaxes her hips, the tickle comes again. This time she bears down on it to make it stop, but instead it increases the sensation. Ashley relaxes and the tickle gets faster.

Maggie last remembers Ashley leading her to her bedroom, being tangled in a limb-lock embrace with Ashley's naked body creating heat with hers. She remembers Ashley's tongue in her mouth, her eyelashes flickering against her eyes, and her lips on her cheek and nose. Thighs in between thighs, arms entwined, breasts pressed against breasts, and her wet on Ashley's thigh. Then everything goes black.

When Maggie wakes up, the mid-morning sun hits her eyes like a bolt of lightening and she is completely oblivious that someone is in her bed until she smells a scent on her pillow that is not hers. Ashley peacefully sleeps on her side hugging the sheets that are bunched up in her arms. The sun castes mosaic shadows on her exposed back. Maggie caresses Ashley and tastes the saltiness on her skin. Maggie knows that she will take Ashley; she will have her now.

And she does by rolling Ashley onto her back, opening her legs - with her knees bent upward - and sandwiching her own head between Ashley's thighs in order to dive into her depth's with her finger and with her tongue to retrieve the treasure that they only know about.

Maggie's finger glides deeper into Ashley as she responds to Ashley's hip movements. The pressure of Ashley's hands on the back of her head makes it hard for Maggie to breath in this position. But she resigns to the idea that she could die in this position and be okay with it. Maggie is sufficiently wet and bothered to already call this heaven. After three encounters, she knows when Ashley is about to come; the short sharp inhaled breaths punctuated by the occasional high-pitched chirp; Ashley's pleading and her wet filling Maggie's mouth.

And when the first contraction hits, Ashley sits straight up and cries out. The next set of contractions makes her lurch forward and dig her fingernails into Maggie's shoulders. The next wave vibrates deep inside Ashley in the place the tickle had been, in a place she never knew existed before this moment. Unable to move, paralyzed by the sensation, waiting for paradise to pass through her, Ashley whimpers soft pleas and short gasps to make it not stop.

Maggie polishes off the last flutter and flicker that soothes Ashley and brings her back down to earth and in Maggie's bed again.

"Good morning," Maggie says peering up from Ashley's pelvis, her mouth and chin still glistening with Ashley's wet.

Ashley, whose eyes just begin to peel apart, having closed so tightly during her 'little death', smiles dreamily down at Maggie and says, "Yes...it...is."