Gang Aft Agley

Lisa broke the kiss with Zack and rested her forehead against his, waiting for the orgasmic tremors of her body to pass. She still sat on Ashley’s face, panting and hearing Zack breathing heavily too, along with the muffled gasps of the blonde beneath her. It was several minutes before any of three had the energy to move or even talk. But it was Lisa who recovered first, lifting her hips and rolling off from Ashley’s mouth. In the clear light of day, she could see that Ashley’s face was wet, plastered in the cum spewed from Lisa’s butthole, smeared over her nose and eyes by the Latina’s rocking and grinding, her make up smudged and running.

“I’m going to clean up,” Lisa announced, grabbing some spare clothes from her suitcase and disappearing into the master ensuite. Once the door was closed, Lisa leaned back against it and closed her eyes. The day hadn’t gone exactly to plan, which had been to spend it with Zack, just the two them, alone, and remind him of what they could be. Still, she felt she’d done enough damage to his and Ashley's relationship. The best thing now was to simply let them talk and deepen the rift between them by themselves.

On the other side of the door, Zack sat back, his softening cock slipping out of Ashley’s cunt with a slippery pop. Ashley whimpered to feel him leave, to feel the emptiness inside. She rolled onto her side and looked over at Zack who had swung his legs over the side of the bed. He sat there, elbows on his thighs, hands in his hair staring at the carpeted floor.

“Are…are we good?” Ashley pleaded, desperately wanting this all to be some cruel nightmare.

“We are most definitely not good,” Zack said without looking at her.

“Was…was that really…the last time?” Ashley asked then, feeling tears blurring her vision.

“Ashley, I…” He struggled to express how he was feeling. He loved Ashley, but he was also mad as hell. He wanted her for who she was, but if who she was couldn’t be trusted, couldn’t be with him and only him as he wanted, how could they stay together? Fixing their relationship meant one of them had to change, had to pretend to be someone else for the other and that was fair to neither. But how to express that schism in his soul? Instead, Zack just said, “I don’t know.”

“Why can’t this just be a mistake?” Ashley begged again. “Can’t we just be even?”

“Because we were never uneven in the first place,” Zack argued, standing and turning away from his girlfriend. “God, Ashley, I told you not to do this. At dinner, I told you this was unnecessary, and you still went ahead and did it.”

“And you still fucked her,” Ashley bit back, sitting up on the bed. “Even though you say you didn’t want to, if I hadn’t shown up, you would have fucked her.”

“To show you what happens when you play these games, Ash. You wanted us to have sex, you set it up so your own boyfriend could have sex with another woman, so I played along,” Zack explained, pacing back and forth along the foot of the bed. “I wanted you to see how much you were hurting me with these games by hurting you. Do you understand now?”

“I wasn’t playing games,” Ashley said, raising her voice. “I did this for you. I didn’t want you to think that I wanted anyone else. Not Kurt, not Gavin, not Victoria, there’s only you. But I can’t change what’s already been done. I can only make it so that it’s fair.”

“This wasn’t for me,” Zack rebuked her. “This was for you Ashley, because you couldn’t handle the feelings of guilt and shame that came from you messing around behind my back. It doesn’t keep me up at night. I already forgave you, Ashley. It was out of my mind. But, it was still playing on yours, so you set this up to soothe your conscience, not mine.”

“You didn’t seem to mind when you were on the receiving end,” Ashley said, standing now. “When it was us fucking behind Brandon’s and Chloe’s backs, I didn’t see you having this crisis of morality then.”

“This isn’t a crisis of morality, Ash, and with Brandon and Chloe, I thought we were doing it because the feelings we had for each other were too strong to ignore. But now, I’m not so sure that your passion doesn’t just burn hot regardless of who it’s targeted at,” Zack debated.

“You can’t possibly think that. I love you, Zack. I want you,” Ashley stressed. “I admit I seem to keep getting into these situations with other men and I just get carried away in the moment. But it’s never meant anything to me, nothing compared to you.”

“I don’t know if that’s true. And if it’s not, it’s not like I entirely blame you. If you can’t be a relationship with one person, if you need the thrill and risk of being with more than one partner, that’s not a bad thing. That’s just you,” Zack shrugged and looked for his boxers. “It just means we’re incompatible, because I don’t want to share you, or to be shared. I just want you.”

“So, you can have me!” Ashley said, stepping towards the dark haired boy. “Since I saw you in the woods that day, that’s all I’ve ever wanted. I’ll try harder, Zack, I’ll be better.”

“That’s not fair though Ashley, if you’re not being true to yourself. Maybe it is circumstantial, just accidents that you find yourself walking into and maybe you can work at identifying those situations and learn to avoid them,” Zack reasoned as he pulled his underwear up his legs. “Or maybe it’s part of who you are. And I don’t want you to have to pretend to be someone you’re not, just for me.”

“We’re breaking up then,” Ashley sat down on the bed again. “You’re just going to running into the arms of that Latina bitch, even though this was as much due to her scheming as it was to mine.”

“I’m not running into anyone’s arms,” Zack stated, slipping his legs into his shorts now. “And I don’t know if we’re breaking up…I just need time to think.”

“Alright,” Ashley relented. “I guess I can understand that. Maybe we both need to think about what we want.”

Zack nodded, agreeing as he looked around the room for his t-shirt. Ashley searched for her own clothes, suddenly feeling very exposed and needing to cover up. She picked up her panties and shorts from the floor and pulled them up her legs, the pair dressing in silence.