“Hey hon.” Ashby says. opening the door and leaning in to give you a hug. You wrap one arm around her and feel her cushiony chest, almost spilling out of her grey tank top, as it presses against yours.
“Hey sweetie.” You say, sneaking another peek at that tank top as you break the hug. “How are you?” You ask as you walk in and sit down on her couch. She shuts the door and follows close behind, lying down throwing her bare feet in your lap.
“I can’t believe we’re about to graduate, you know?” She says fidgeting her feet a little bit, exciting you.
“Yeah,” you agree. You take one of her big toes and massage it between your thumb and index finger. You’ve always been a little aroused by feet, and even though her skin is a little rough, you try to hide your delight as she arches her foot and forces her heel into your crotch. “Have you decided what you’re going to do after we graduate yet?”
“Ugh” she moans as she sits up next to you. “I don’t even want to talk about it. I have no clue.” She looks at you and then bites her bottom lip and contorts her face in thought. “I mean, I feel like I’m ready to move on from college, but I don’t have any plans. There’s nothing really that I want to do.” You frown a bit, trying to be empathetic, but she simply shrugs it off. “What about you? Any plans?”
You laugh a little bit. “I’m just surprised to have lasted this long, you know?” She immediately smiles as though to suppress a laugh and nods, clearly having thought the same thing. “I mean, for a long time I thought that the only way I was going to graduate was as part of someone else.”
“Dude, I wanted you so bad our freshman year.” She says.
“Really?” You ask, dripping with sarcasm. Ashby laughs and takes a swat at you, which you dodge. “Because I never really noticed anything.” You add as she continues to laugh. That Ashby wanted you was not a very well kept secret. You knew then and certainly had pieced together by now that she had a massive crush on you, and truth be told it had been reciprocated. You had expected that the two of you would one day become romantically attached, which would be followed quickly by your being devoured, but oddly enough the two of you became close friends instead. To this day you’re not entirely sure why she hasn’t ever downed you when she’s clearly wanted to on several occasions… and when at times you’d be willing to let her.
“Shut up.” She says. “You know damn well you wanted me.”
“I don’t know that I wanted you so much as I wanted to be you.” You joke.
“Hell yeah. You know you wanted to be part of this body.” She says, moving the flirtation in a different direction.