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Ashley has Andrew’s phone wired, so of course she hears the entire conversation between Andrew and Julia.
“Always nice hearing from you, Jules. What’s up?” Andrew says, casual. Within her bedroom, Ashley rolls her eyes.
“I was thinking it’s been a while…” Julia’s soft, raspy voice trails off. “Wanna come over? My parents are visiting an old high school friend tonight.”
An inhale of breath. Ashley can’t tell whether it’s from all the blood in Andrew’s useless brain running south or her own anger threatening to interrupt the proposition with her shouting. “Say less. Let me throw on some jeans and think of a plan to distract Ashley so she gets off my ass. You know what a pain she can be.”
Julia huffs a single, forced laugh. Ashley wants to reach through the phone call and press her fingers into the arteries of her neck.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine. You know which window’s in the blind spot of my parents’ outdoor camera!”
Window. Blind spot. The words clang against Ashley’s ears, their importance cast iron solid and sure.
“Yes, ma’am,” Andrew says, playful, and Ashley gags. “I’ll be here!” Julia chirps.
“See you soon, babe.” Andrew ends the phone call, leaving Ashley sitting at the edge of her bed with the burner phone by her cheek, limp.
For once, Ashley’s racing mind stops to a halt. She opens her nightstand and slides her burner phone between her pads and tampons.
Usually, when Ashley gets into fights with Andrew, she is explosive, an eruption of yelling and hands and insults until she says something true and cruel enough to hurt. Ashley opens her skull-patterned handbag and grabs her car keys. This time, her fury is silent. A blizzard whose frostbite strikes when it is already too late.
Ashley fills the bathtub with water. Cold. She throws Andrew’s shirts and pants and jackets and boxers and every single odd end sock she finds until all his clothes are sopping wet and unusable. She drags the blade of her keys along the drying machine buttons. Trashes the lint trap. Reaches into the drying machine’s depths and saws at the driving belt. Ashley gives the machine a try. Nothing. Just how Andrew makes her feel: broken, like a cracked porcelain doll collecting dust on a shelf everyone is too afraid to touch.
She holds onto her car keys, but not to take her car. No, that would be too obvious. Too Ashley of her. Exactly what Andrew would expect. Ashley throws on a black zip-up hoodie and leaves for an evening walk.
She’ll show him who’s unwanted.
***
She knew the right block to be on, the right house to stop at and the right window to climb through the way she knew the other side of her mind. Sparse, darkened with shadows from pine trees. Sandpaper rough, like roof tiles, once Ashley climbs and gains footing from the backyard staircase. Open, like the click of the bathroom window screen rising because someone had already unlocked it from inside.
***
Ashley finds Julia all alone in her room with all the lights off. Pathetic. She turns on her phone light to give Julia a good scare.
“Guess who came knocking, bitch?” Ashley says.
Julia gasps. She has a slaked, doe-eyed look that makes Ashley almost understand why Andrew chose her.
“Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there.” Julia gives a small, breathless laugh.
The word sorry drags like a cement block along the warped silk of Ashley’s mind. Ashley stalked this woman, sent her death threats until her parents cut service to her house phone, and here she is, unperturbed.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Aren’t you scared?” Ashley says, sneering.
“Well, um…”
A lump moves beneath the bedsheets, one Ashley belatedly realizes was Julia’s hand. Which was between her legs. Julia laughs again, her embarrassment apparent. Ashley stares at the wet web between Julia’s excavated fingers.
“What? Your date stood you up?” Ashley smirks.
“Andrew texted me half an hour before he was supposed to come, saying something had come up. So, left to my own devices, I…”
“…Took matters into your own hands?” Ashley finishes the sentence for her.
“You could say that.”
Julia’s giggle is halfway between a cat choked with helium and a buzzsaw cutting a tree. Gross as any girl who throws herself at the nearest dick. Ashley can’t stand her.
“Well, he’s not here. I am.” Smirking, Ashley approaches the bed and leans over Julia.
Her eyes are the color of burnt butterscotch, big and boring into Ashley.
“I don’t know,” Julia says, and looks away to bite her thumb. Nervous tic. Ashley imagines sliding her finger between Julia’s lips instead and then ignores the thought.
“Haven’t you ever thought about kissing a girl?” Ashley asks Julia, her voice sultry and low as she sits on the edge of Julia’s bed. “Every girl wonders at least once.”
“But what about Andrew?”
“Forget Andrew,” Ashley says, snapping before quickly correcting herself. “I’m here. I’ll show you what a good time really is.”
The bed creaks as Ashley crawls on. She kneels over Julia, who’s now fully sitting against the pillows, and grabs Julia’s wrist. Ashley slides Julia’s wet fingers into her warm mouth and swirls her tongue around each digit. Julia tastes salty, bitter — flavors Ashley recognizes within herself. The recognition shoots down Ashley’s spine to her cunt.
Julia’s surprised gasp gives in to a moan. Arousal thumps a second time against Ashley’s gut. She sends Julia’s fingers deeper into her mouth so that Julia can feel every molar and every canine that’s capable of hurting her.
“Oh my,” Julia says, reflexive. “I wasn’t expecting this.”
Julia’s lips part around an invisible O, and Ashley can see the back of her throat, where Andrew’s dick, no doubt, rammed into countless times. Ashley wants to jam her fingers into Julia’s throat, shove her tongue in until the only imprints left are hers.
“Open wide,” Ashley says, and feels a sick thrill when Julia obeys.
She hooks a finger past Julia’s mouth and slides her tongue inside. The warm, smarmy sensation of Julia’s tongue against her own makes wetness pool inside her shorts. She settles onto Julia’s lap and removes her finger to cup Julia’s cheek. Outrageously soft. Ashley shifts against Julia to send little bucks against Julia’s knee and sighs into Julia’s mouth. She-Devil, she is. Perfect prey for Ashley to devour.
“Show me your tits and I’ll show you mine,” Ashley tells Julia.
Julia nods. Ashley gets up so Julia can push back the covers. Just as Julia raises the hem of her worn Black Sabbath shirt over her belly button, Ashley bites her lip. It’s hard for Ashley not to smirk; Andrew would be livid if he knew how easily Julia let Ashley fuck her. He doesn’t know. Ashley unclasps her bra and revels in how Julia stares at her. She jiggles her breasts just to watch the way Julia watches, hypnotized.
Ashley cups Julia’s breasts and squeezes. Julia throws her head back. Her breasts are perky and cute. Anger sears through Ashley’s senses, and she latches onto Julia’s left breast. Julia mewls. Ashley bites her, and Julia’s pained cry throttles her with arousal so intense Ashley fears she’ll orgasm right then and there.
“Can’t help yourself, huh?” Ashley says, admiring the dark bloom of a hickey by Julia’s nipple.
Julia lets out a shaky exhale. They press their breasts together, softness meeting softness as they meet in the middle for another sloppy kiss. When Julia slides her tongue into Ashley’s mouth, Ashley teases it with her teeth. Another warning, and another moan from Julia.
Her noisiness ought to have revolted Ashley: she is her sworn enemy, her only female friend after Nina died, who then got with her brother. Maybe it’s her hatred fizzing over to her molten desire to prove to Julia what she lost the day she got with Andrew.
Ashley rubs her knee against Julia’s clothed pussy and buries her face in Julia’s breasts. Mine, mine, mine. An almost overwhelming urge to touch her pussy, fill it with fingers and finally let herself come, strikes Ashley.
“God, are you always this noisy? This desperate?” Ashley asks.
She slides down Julia’s pajama pants, who shimmies out of her underwear; Ashley marvels at the clear string of desire linking Julia’s underwear to where her pussy just was.
When she presses her fingers against Julia’s plush, hungry vulva, Ashley feels a mirror throb in hers. Ashley throws Julia’s ankles over her shoulders and leans to meet Julia’s warm, gooey center with her mouth. Beneath Ashley, Julia squirms; Julia’s pussy is pliant against Ashley’s tongue, which lets her squeeze into Julia’s pink insides with little resistance. Julia’s going to come soon; Ashley can sense it.
Knowing that she’ll make Julia come without a dick, without her dipshit brother, from just her hands which break everything they touch, from her mouth full of hurtful words, makes Ashley feel raving mad. Julia doesn’t need Andrew. Ashley doesn’t need Andrew. She’ll prove she’s the better fuck with careful, torturous restraint. So Ashley pulls away with a pop.
“You’re so fucking wet already. I barely even touched you. Slut.” Ashley slaps Julia’s pussy, splashing her juices onto the bed and Ashley’s wrist. Julia gives a cry of pain, delirious. Ashley squeezes her thighs together and laughs. She’s going to come any second. Sees it in the lines of how Julia scrunches her face.
Then Julia leans forward, snakes her hand down Ashley’s shorts and pushes two fingers into Ashley’s pussy. Ashley can feel Julia’s thumbprint over her clit, searing her alive, and the way Julia’s pointer and middle fingers crook inside her.
Her breath ghosting the shell of Ashley’s ear, Julia whispers, “It takes one to know one.”
Julia doesn't press her mouth to Ashley’s cunt. Doesn’t even need to move and twist her fingers to coax Ashley’s climax. Just touching Ashley where she’s most vulnerable is enough to send her over the edge. Like an exorcism, Ashley’s orgasm leaves her body with a violent rattle and throttles the life out of Julia’s hand with each damning pulse. Ashley shudders against Julia’s hand, helpless. Julia’s hand, coated with Ashley’s pleasure, dives into her fat pussy and finishes herself off without Ashley’s input.
Pathetic.
“You asshole,” Ashley says, indignant as she glares at Julia’s blissful expression through the dark. “Fuck you. Bitch.”
Lightheaded with humiliation, Ashley redoes the button on her shorts and picks her zip up off the floor. When she glances over at Julia, she can see Julia licking her hand clean, the crystalline strings of saliva between her fingers. A repeat of the beginning, entangling their fates together.
“Already did,” Julia says.
With wobbly legs, she rises from the bed to plant a kiss against Ashley’s cheek. From the narrow slits of light afforded by the blinders, Ashley sees Julia’s smile. Small, a secret just for her, yet sincere. The sweet threads binding Ashley to Julia dig a little tighter.