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Ethan thinks it must be Charlie. She did say she would stop by later, but he expected it to be, well, later.

Shrugging it off, he answers the door, and as he opens his mouth to say hello his jaw slacks. It's not Charlie, but it's certainly her face.

"Hm," Ashley snorts slightly, "Guess this is how I get your attention."

Closing his mouth, trying not to gawk, Ethan blinks a few times and rechecks what he's seeing. It's Ashley. Definitely. Her long hair, pulled back into a loose ponytail, is the first hint, but the wardrobe confirms it. She's wearing a tight, plain white tank top that barely reaches her belly button and an unzipped and undersized hoodie over top. Dropping his gaze slightly, Ethan notes she's wearing an equally undersized skirt that shows off a considerable amount of thigh.

Realizing he's painfully close to staring, Ethan snaps to attention. "When I, uh... You really just showed up?"

"Surprised?" She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, and Ethan can't help but notice a little extra wobble from her chest. "So are you gonna invite me in, or just stare at me slackjawed?"

Ethan didn't notice, but his jaw did slack again.

Recovering, he invites her in, taking note for her to remove her shoes. Grandma might be gone, but that rule is not going anywhere. He watched her slip out of her shoes, a pair of simple flats, and set them to the side. Leading her out of the entryway, Ashley looks around, and it occurs to Ethan that this is her first time over. Charlie had been over more times than he could count, years ago at least, but not once had Ashley been inside.

Clearing his throat, Ethan gets ready to play 'tour guide'. "So, uh, the living room is over here."

"Mhm." Ashley nods as they move into the aforementioned room, her eyes lingering on the couch.

"Down the hall is th-" Ethan stops himself, noticing Ashley move towards and take a seat on the couch. "Um..." Shaking his head, Ethan feels his brain melt slightly. It was slight, only a faint peek as she sat down, but he didn't miss it.

Ashley isn't wearing underwear.

He could only really tell because her skirt is so, so short. In fact, if Ashley didn't cross her legs right after sitting, her cock would likely be on full display. Despite having the home-field advantage, Ethan suddenly finds himself on the back foot.

"The what?" Ashley asks, knocking Ethan back to his senses.

"Uh, the bathroom." By some miracle, Ethan gets his train of thought back. "It's down the hall."

"Hm," Ashley nods, "Good to know."

Ethan takes a breath, evening himself. Moving closer to the couch, he carefully takes a seat next to the panty-less woman. Although he makes sure to do it a comfortable, polite distance away. "So you walked all the way here?"

Ashley shrugs. "I was in the neighborhood." Ethan raises a brow, but that fails to coax a better answer. Instead, she sighs and changes direction. "You know, it's a good thing you texted me. I was going to give you one more day."

Her tone is almost playful, so Ethan feels comfortable responding. "Oh yeah, and if I didn't reach out?"

Ashley shrugs again, the gesture seeming second nature. "I'd have taken that as a sign you're not interested." A slight smile curls her lips, suggesting a bit more than her words alone say.

"Aha," Ethan nods solemnly.{if Ashley Sex =true} "I think I made it pretty clear I'm interested." Ethan gives her a knowing look.{else} "Have I given you the impression I'm not?"{endif} He tries not to cast a glance down at her skirt, barely keeping his eyes on hers.

For a moment, it looks like Ashley is going to shrug again, but instead, she just smirks. "I'm surprised."

"About?"

Ashley smacks her lips, looking proud of herself. "You haven't complimented my outfit."

Ethan opens his mouth to say something but takes a dramatic pause. "It's very... Short."

"That's the point." Ashley's brows bounce slightly, "It's the style."

Ethan almost frowns but decides against it. He knows nothing about fashion, so he can't comment, but he's not sure wearing clothes that look like she lifted off a grade-schooler is really a 'style'. Still, he can't argue with the results. "It looks good on you."

"Thank you." Her smile tells Ethan that's the response she was looking for. Or at least it was close enough. "Do you remember when he first met?"

The sudden topic change gives Ethan whiplash. He lets out a sound similar to a groan, trying to get his brain on the right track. "I don't..." he shakes his head, his memory betraying him.

Shaking her head slightly, Ashley lets out a soft sigh. "Really?"

Ethan thinks harder. "Your house?"

"Yes."

On the right track, Ethan thinks harder. "When we were..." Ethan tries to guess what age he'd have met her. "Ten?"

"Oooooo," Ashley shakes her head. "Wrong answer."

Frustrated, mostly because his memory failed him again, Ethan groans. "Okay then, when did we first meet?"

"Well you were close," Ashley starts giving Ethan a smug look. "We were nine..."