Ashley the Addict, Pt. I

Ashley snickered, then turned her phone over. Grace and Lisa looked up to see a video playing of a fit, naked naked man exiting the shower.

"Check the ass on him."

"Ooh, unshaved!"

Thud. "Ashley," Grace half-whispered, half-shouted, "put that away, for crying out loud!"

The three girls were around a table, eating tacos and drinking sparkly lemonade in a public restaurant. Some books were splayed out in front of them. It was currently a Tuesday. Wednesday. One of the two.

Ashley scowled, pulling her cellphone back just in time for a doting couple to pass by their booth incident-free.

Later, in the car, Grace and Ashley continued where they left off while Lisa took the wheel, bounding down the 5 highway, sun still high and sweltering.

"Here's another one." Grace rolled her eyes as Ashley tried to show her another 'hidden cam' video, this one of some cute dude masturbating alone in his bedroom, for thirty minutes, apparently.

"Come on," the black-haired young woman leaned her elbow against the window, "those aren't even real."

"Uhh, who cares?"

Grace rubbed an eye. "So, what, you just like watching hot men pretend to be going about their business in the privacy of their rooms or bathrooms, in little to no clothing?"

"Look, this guy's masturbating in a public restroom. Haha. Fuck, he's got some nice traps, nice traps!"

Lisa was cracking up in the front, calling Ashley a real 'wet kitten.'

"Well, we all are, ain't we?"

There we go again, thought Grace. "You're about to get a buncha viruses from all that porn you're looking at, girl."

"And how would you know, girl?" Ashley shot back with a sly grin.

Giving her the side eye, Grace replied, "Because... everyone knows that porn-sites contain a crapton of adware?"

"Because every one with a pussy's visited one." She swished her eyes to the side, meeting Grace's gaze dramatically. "Even you!"

"Yes," Grace sighed, "even me."

"See! See!"

"The difference between you and me is that I'm not addicted like you are."

At the accusation, Ashley huffed, lifting her chest. "It's not 'addiction'. It's just... enthusiastic consumption."

The two female passengers had to correct Lisa from merging into a different lane amid her boisterous laughter. A moment later, and after a few deep breaths, they continued, albeit a little frazzled.

"I'm a chick, okay? Let me frig off every now and then, jeez." Ashley widened her eyes as the loud sound of a male moan ricocheted across the car. As she quickly lowered the volume on the video, Grace looked back from her shotgun seat, straight at her horny cat of a friend.

"Dudes masturbate too, you know."

"Yeah, I know, like this one, for example."

There is no hope.

"Seriously, Grace, I get it, but sometimes real life isn't doing it for me at the moment and I just wanna see some dick. We could all use some dick in our lives. Capiche?"

Looking to Lisa, Grace's brow flatlined as the girl managed a shrug. "I say let her be."

Lisa dropped Grace and Ashley at the latter's house, thanking them for the textbooks. They hugged goodbye, agreeing to a date and time for the next study-slash-hangout sesh, before departing. Since Ashley's parents were out, they had the house to themselves again. Ashley grabbed some grapes and leftover brownies, while Grace took their things upstairs and then a round trip to the bathroom. They spent about an hour or so idling away in the bedroom, chatting and laughing over goofy riddles, school gossip, corny movie scenes, and then, eventually, to Grace's chagrin, a subject all too familiar.

"I wish I could take my clothes off and get guys to pay me for it!"

Oh not this conversation. Not again.

"What?" Grace laughed. "Like Ricky Rich and Cabrone Hector?"

"Imagine!" Ashley rolled over, settling stomach-first on the bed, legs swinging behind her, as she began her mental picture. "Booting up my freshly bought camera, sitting down in my chair in nothing but my UNDIES, then pressing record, turning around, and shaking my fatty assy ass!" The girl giggled, then took on an exaggerated pose, bottom lip over the top one. "'Yeeeeah, go Ashley, you make my DICK so friggin' hard, ooohh!' 'Oh look at that hot body, I'm about to CUM just looking at it!' 'I love that stomach, so nice smooth and FLAT!'"

Grace watched her friend return from her mimicry of a hypothetical group of male fans of her hypothetically underwear-clad body and exhale an effortless sigh.

"Too bad I don't got pecs, muscles, or a toned, hard butt."

"I mean," the brunette cleared her throat. "Technically you can do that. Strip on-camera."

Ashley snorted. "Yeeah, and get a legion of lesbos after me."

"Hey now, don't be mean."

"I'm not, I'm just saying, you know!"

"Well, you never know, some guys might watch it."

"Yeah, but I won't ever be getting the same amount of views! It's a waaay more niche market. Just look at those titty streamers. All men. And I bet all of their views are from thirsty women like me."

"Let 'em, it's their bod, they can do what they want with it."

Ashley performed a catlike stretch, the act jutting out her ass in the process. Quietly, Grace's eyes made astute observations. Whether she cared to admit or not, her friend had a naturally appealing figure. Profiting off it wasn't impossible. Though it was true that it wasn't as... 'lucrative' a pursuit for them as it was for their finer halves, not unless you were ready to go all-in on catering to the very healthily productive lesbian porn community. At least not in the mainstream perception. "Yeah yeah, I know, I know. Plus, Ace is hot as fuck I don't care if he doesn't do anything but piss in a pool for two hours."

"You'd probably drink it."

"Yeah," Ashley sighed dreamily, "I pro'lly would."

Later that night, as Grace slept over on the top bunk bed texting a friend, she overheard Ashley whispering 'piss on me' in her sleep while humping her cylindrical pillow. Grabbing her own pillow, Grace cradled her head with it to enclose its plushy fabric over both her ears, then continued texting away.