Dust to Dust Ch. 04

The girl responded quickly. "Ashley," she whispered. "Ash . . . I think I've had enough of that name."

"Okay, Ashley it is." She looked back to Terillia. "Please?" Dusty was on the verge of using her infamous cleavage, but Terillia was already consenting.

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Two hours later . . .

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Dusty looked on in amusement as Ashley stared at a storefront that sold blown glass animal statues. She hadn't been kidding: Ashley had no idea what to do with her money. Before Chimera had gotten a hold of her, she couldn't afford to buy anything. Then, she had tons of money but saw no reason to buy anything that didn't have a practical application. She couldn't make up her mind on what to get. It was almost as if she didn't know what she wanted.

And that wasn't the only thing that Dusty found amusing. She had communicated with her old suitemates, all of whom had come along on the trip. They had been shocked by the changes in Ashley, and they were a little intimidated by Terillia. She was a close friend and employee of Eliza Msabdteelfinclor, which was almost like being a disciple of Christ for the Terrans. Terillia was both proud and somewhat creeped out by their constant adoration.

"Maybe we should just go back," Ashley whined, returning empty handed from the shop. "Mr. Fuzzy Butt shouldn't be left alone – "

"Mr. Fuzzy Butt has a nice open courtyard to do his business and you left him enough food to hold over for an Alaskan winter. He's fine."

"Well what would YOU get?" Ashley asked anxiously.

"This isn't about me," Dusty said, hugging the other girl.

Ashley's hand slipped into the pocket of the jumpsuit she had gotten from Hybrid and held the currency card she had gotten that accessed her substantial secret accounts. She felt guilty at the idea of buying something silly or pretty . . . she still had the belief that necessities came first. But she also knew that necessities would not be a problem anymore. 'Would it really hurt just to buy something nice?' she thought. 'And it would make Dusty happy.' THAT thought warmed her. She wanted to make Dusty happy. She stopped, looking at a sign on another store front.

Katrina walked up. "What is it?"

Dusty followed Ashley's gaze. It was a health and relaxation club . . . the Terran interpretation of a day spa. "You want a massage?" Dusty joked.

Ashley grinned. "I think we ALL could do that!" It was something she could buy and share.

Vetlia whispered something to Katrina, who interpreted. "That's 'The Lady of the River.' They're very high-priced and getting a reservation can take a while."

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Three hours later . . .

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Vetlia had been wrong about one thing: getting an appointment at that particular spa didn't take long to get. Especially once the lady at the front desk saw the limit (or lack thereof) on Ashley's currency card. Suddenly, they had the ability to accommodate Ashley and all her companions.

The spa had quality personnel who were trained to handle all potential clients. Each one of the women was pampered out of her mind. The gargoyle's stone-like skin was cleaning and polished, while Terillia was bathed and her feathers preened. All were treated to massages, skin treatments and anything else there hearts desired. At one point, Dusty heard a yip from the stall next to her where Ashley was being attended. Apparently the girl hadn't really understood what getting "waxed" meant until it was too late.

Despite being a little embarrassed and strangely excited, Ashley was happy. She had bought something that had made her feel good . . . a shared positive experience with these other girls. And she felt something else . . . something good and warm inside her. It had started when she had glimpsed Dusty lying naked on a table with a talented masseuse running her hands over that perfect flesh.

The girls opened the door to Dusty's suite and walked inside. Eliza was waiting for them, and she didn't look pleased.

"Terillia," the woman said coolly, "would you mind explaining where you've been?"

"Oh don't take it out on her," Alyidana said, emerging from the kitchen where sweet smells were making their presence known. "Just because you had ANOTHER argument with your father – "

"And he did exactly what I told you he'd do! He blamed me for YOU getting involved! Mom, let me – "

"I'm sorry, Miss Eliza," Terillia said, hanging her head in shame. "It seemed like a harmless enough outing, and I was with them the entire time."

Eliza leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. "No . . . no, it's okay. My mother is right. I'm just a little on edge and . . . and what are YOU looking at?"

Katrina, Vexla and Vetlia were staring in complete awe. The biggest hero in modern Terran folklore was sitting not more than a few feet away from them, and they were in fact still impressionable and young.

"Oh no," Eliza muttered. She knew that look. Quickly, they descended on her, asking her a billion questions at once regarding every aspect of her life. She noticed that her mother was staring on in amusement. Eliza had wanted a life of adventure: this was one of the quirks of that life. She looked up. "Ash – "

"Actually it's Ashley," she replied. "My name, I mean."

Eliza raised an eyebrow. "Ashley?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. Makes sense. Anyway, I thought we'd head back tomorrow first thing – "

"I . . . I'd like to stay a bit longer. I mean, I'm not a danger . . . really."

"Are you sure?" Alyidana asked.

"Yes."

Dusty was pleased, though she wasn't sure why Ashley wanted to stay. "Listen, things are safe right now. And she DOES need to get out there at some point."

"Okay," Eliza said. "But try and keep a little lower profile. We still need to be a bit careful until we find out more about this 'Savior' character and what he's up to."

"Okay," Ashley replied.

Eliza rolled her eyes, turning back to the awe-struck students around her. [[ Okay, WHAT is it going to take to get you to stop staring?! ]]

The answer was to apparently tell them every story of every job that she had ever taken until they finally passed out from exhaustion.

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The next night . . .

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Dusty awoke with a yawn, got dressed in a robe and walked out into the main suite. She found that Eliza, Terillia and Alyidana were already ready to go.

"I'll be by tomorrow at sundown," Alyidana said. "We'll have an escort back to the gate." She glanced at her daughter.

"I can't believe you talked Dad into sending a royal armed contingent. Much worse, he's coming himself!"

"Your father has wanted to visit you on Earth for some time, and the Prime Minister is insisting he actually take a vacation."

Eliza was just grumbling. She had already contacted Veronica about getting the compound in ship-shape and ready for a "royal-pain-in-my-ass" visitor. Her lover had laughed at her and promised to take care of it. 'Does everyone revel in my misery?' she thought.

"We'll be fine," Dusty grinned, hugging Alyidana. "We'll probably just hang out and watch a movie or something. Maybe getting to act like a normal girl will help her BE a normal girl."

Alyidana smiled. "She's already acting more like a normal girl. She's overslept by a few hours."

"She was pacing last night," Eliza said. "I heard her." When her mother stared at her quizzically, she replied with, "What? Enhanced hybrid hearing. It's why I started sleeping with earplugs."

Dusty looked towards the bedroom where Ashley was sleeping. "I should probably see if Mr. Fuzzy Butt wants to go out," she said, hearing him whimpering on the other side of the door.

"Alright," Alyidana said with a smile. "See you tomorrow."

After her "guests" had gone, Dusty crept over and opened up the door. At first she was alarmed . . . she didn't see Ash in the bed. Then she noticed a lump curled up in a comforter on the floor with Ashley's head peaking out. Mr. Fuzzy Butt came rushing past Dusty to the courtyard door, which thankfully for the young pup was already opened a crack. He promptly ran outside and piddled on just about everything he could find with great delight.

Dusty heard Ashley mutter something and glanced inside. The girl was pawing at the ground or something similar. 'She must be dreaming,' Dusty thought. She decided it might be better not to wake her suddenly . . . she had heard that homeless people woke up violently sometimes. But for some reason, Dusty didn't want to leave.

She sat down on the bed and stared at her friend. 'She's actually really beautiful,' Dusty realized. But Dusty wasn't fooled by that lovely flower . . . she knew it still had thorns. Ashley's shoulder came uncovered, and Dusty reached down to cover it back up again. Her hand lightly brushed Ashley's skin, and the girl awoke with a snap. She grabbed Dusty's wrist tightly, but quickly released when she saw who it was.

"I'm SO sorry," Ashley said, but her face brightened when she saw Dusty. The light from the main room was playing off Dusty's brown hair, encasing it in a halo-like glow. "Are you okay?" She got up on her knees and held Dusty's hands quite gently . . . a serious deviation from what she had just shown herself capable. And Dusty noticed something else: Ashley's lithe young body was quite naked.

Ashley remembered her condition shortly after Dusty noticed it. She blushed furiously, reaching for her comforter and pulling it up around her. "Oh God," she said. "I'm sorry."

Dusty grinned. "It ain't like I haven't seen a naked girl before. Always sleep in the buff?"

Ashley was beat red. "I . . . I like the way the bedding feels against my skin. I haven't felt much in a long time. I want to feel it all now." Her eyes slowly rose up and met Dusty's.

Dusty took a deep breath. In her relatively short life, she had played the game of romantic pursuit. She had been the hunter and the hunted, but she had always been in control of the game. Right now, she was NOT in control. The look that this girl was giving her . . . a kind of longing that ran through you like a current and threatened to carry you away. A dam had broken somewhere, and Ashley . . . not Ash, but Ashley . . . was the force to be reckoned with now.

"Dusty – " Ashley whispered.

"Ashley . . . Oh this is not good," Dusty said. She knew she should leave, but her body lacked the will to get out.

"Dusty, there are a lot of people who have helped me for one reason or another over the years. But it always seemed they wanted something from me . . . just like I wanted something from them." She bit her bottom lip for a second. "You were the first one in my life who actually cared. And good grief, even when I couldn't feel anything, I knew what you would have made me feel what I'm feeling now." And then, just like Ashley was prone to do, a switch seemed to flip and she edged back. "But . . . but you're repulsed by me . . . because I'm ugly or because of the things I've done and I'm trying to be pretty and trying to make you like me and there all those people waiting outside. They're probably laughing at me or – "

Dusty needed to stop the girl. She was beginning to tear herself up, and just at a time when she was showing such progress. And in all honesty, none of that mattered. Dusty was going to stop her for reasons of her own. She placed hands on both sides of Ash's face and brought their foreheads together. Then, with their mouths just inches away from each other –

"You are not ugly. You never were. I don't blame you for anything you've done. And everyone else is gone, so it's just you and me."

"Where – "

"They left while you were sleeping, and they'll be by tomorrow night to get you. Which means we have a while to figure out what all this means."

"All what – " Ashley watched with sweet helplessness as Dusty's lips moved forward and touched her own. Ashley had been burned, but she'd never felt anything that hot. But the flames . . . that kiss . . . they had something in common. There was no choice but to succumb to them.

"This," Dusty whispered warmly. "And this," she said, kissing Ashley's neck. 'This is SUCH A MISTAKE!' her rational mind screamed. She pulled back and looked at her friend again, prepared to give her one more chance to make sure that this is something she wanted. 'How can she know?' Dusty thought. But when she saw Ashley's face up close again, there was no doubt.

Ashley bit her bottom lip as she raised trembling hands to Dusty's shoulders, pushing the girl's robe out and allowing it to slip down her back. She had seen this flawless body before . . . ripe for sin and temptation, but she had not appreciated it back then. It was amazing was a simple little emotion such as desire could do to one's perception. Blood, skin, bone and muscle became just flesh: sweet, delectable flesh. An exaggerated amount of curve became an amazing breast, and full lips became a powerful weapon. Ashley was happy exploring those lips, and all that tanned, curvaceous flesh.

Dusty smiled and took Ashley's hand in her own, then moved it onto one of Dusty's sizeable breasts. She encouraged her lover-to-be to squeeze and reacted with a sigh of pleasure when those tentative fingers closed in. She reached out and fondled the nipple of one of Ashley's much smaller tits. But the girl had pointy pink nipples, and Dusty KNEW they were going to provide her hours of entertainment. She pulled on them gently, and Ashley's eyes shot open with wondrous surprise. Almost out of instinct, Ashley tugged back, and a little harder than Dusty had.

"Ouch!" Dusty squealed, then started to chuckle. She didn't let Ashley pull her hand away though. "It's okay," she reassured the girl. "Just not so hard." Ashley was a fast learner, and her administrations were much more pleasing from then on. She ran her other hand down Ashley's side, tickling the ribs a little before nestling in between the girl's thighs.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?"

Ashley nodded. Then she felt Dusty's fingers slip inside, first one and then another. Dusty pushed her body against Ashley, pinning her to the bed and kissing her on the lips and neck. Ashley wanted to reciprocate, but Dusty's was pressed so tightly against her that Ashley couldn't even maneuver. She was at her friend's total mercy. As she felt things that had been absent from her life for forty years, she decided that "at Dusty's mercy" wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

'She's a tight little thing,' Dusty thought, feeling the girl's mounting wetness and heat in the snug opening to her sex. She moved her fingers in a scissoring motion, getting the girl quite obviously worked up. Dusty wondered how many people Ashley had been with in her short life before sexual pleasure lost meaning to her, but then she decided it didn't matter.

She pressed her hand against her lover's mound and continued to finger her. She slowly rotated her palm in small circles with gentle pressure against Ashley's clitoral area. Almost instantly, she saw a look of surprise and almost confusion on the girl's young face. Dusty's fingers motion was impeded as –

'She can't be,' Dusty thought amusedly. 'Already? I barely touched her!' But sure enough, Ashley was orgasming. Her slender body trembled as she stared wide-eyed but smiling at Dusty.

"I guess I'd be on a hair trigger too if it'd been forty years since . . . You HAVE done this before, haven't you?"

Ashley didn't even hear what Dusty was saying. Her ears were ringing. 'It's been so long,' she thought. She placed her lips on Dusty's face, unsure of what to do with them at first. Then she wound up kissing Dusty's cheek and then lips. That seemed to get her mind back into the game.

Dusty pulled her hand up and wrapped that arm around Ashley's neck, and then alternated between licking the girl's cum off her fingers and kissing Ashley on the mouth.

"Why don't we move this to the bed?" she asked after a minute. She stood up, drawing Ashley up with her. She lay back on the bed, stretching out sensuously and thrusting her large chest upward. She spread her legs slightly, but left it up to Ashley as to what was going to happen next.

The blond headed girl looked nervous, almost as if she were being tested. Her eyes were drawn to that slice of heaven between Dusty's thighs, and she became hungry for it. She crouched between Dusty's legs and pressed her mouth against Dusty's pussy and . . .

'Oh my,' Dusty thought happily. 'She has DEFINITELY done this before!' Ashley was eating her with the passionate enthusiasm of a novice, but was hitting to many of the right spots to be a virgin. "A little slower," she cooed. "Oh, that's it."

Ashley was happy for the input. She was lapping up and down, spreading her tongue as wide as she could for maximum effect. And she was slowly pushing her face inward and deeper, wanting to find Dusty's most secret places. She was intoxicated by the sensuous scent that the girl was giving off . . . perfume or body wash combined with sweat and sex . . . Ashley had never known quite that smell before, but she missed it nonetheless.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that elusive little creature, namely Dusty's clit, and teased it from its hiding place. Ashley looked deep into her memory to the last time she had been between a woman's legs, recalling what to do next. Her experience in the sexual arts was limited, and was far less glamorous than Dusty's many adventures. Before, sex had simply been a tool to keep warm, or sometimes done for even less noble reasons. When you lived on the street, "nobility" was a commodity that few could afford.

She shook those thoughts from her mind. That had been a time of spiritual and emotional fasting. Now, she was presented with a feast.

Dusty was moaning hard, thrusting her breasts upward and cupping them with her hands. She wanted to cum so badly, partially for that wonderful sense of release and partially to reward Ashley for her hard work. 'It's positive reinforcement,' she thought.

Ashley remembered watching Dusty in this position with Katrina and also with professor VanHouten, trying to remember what they had done that had pleased the girl. She placed a finger and thumb on opposite sides of the fleshy area around the clit and gently squeezed, massaging that sensitive area between them. Then she took a finger from her other hand and pushed it slowly into Dusty's asshole.

Dusty almost yipped, which in turn caused her to chuckle. She hadn't been expecting Ashley to be quite so bold. But with so many sensitive areas being stimulated at the same time, she was able to orgasm in grand style. She released her breasts and held her lover's still licking face against her sex, letting Ashley drink in the fruits of her labor. Several magnificent tremors came and went before Dusty was able to let go of her lover's head.

"You . . . you are full of surprises, aren't you?" Dusty asked.

"I've had a lot of time to watch," Ashley said, her mouth and chin glistening.

"C'mere," Dusty said softly. She waited for Ashley to crawl her way up Dusty's body before beginning to lick her cum off the girl's face.

"Hey, I was saving that," Ashley moaned as Dusty's amazing tongue danced around her skin, slipping into her mouth from time to time.

"Sharing is caring," Dusty reminded her. "Now, time for more sharing." She flipped Ashley over onto her stomach and then put a pillow under her hips. This time, she got between Ashley's legs, spreading them as far as they would go. Then she spread the girl's tight little butt cheeks and flicked that recently waxed pussy with her tongue. 'Oh, I'm going to enjoy this,' she thought. She teased Ashley's clit with a slow lick, then went deep into the girl's slot. She felt Ashley shudder. 'Oh no,' Dusty thought. 'I'm going to make this one take a while.'