<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;"><strong>Ashley </strong>(Ashley, Ivy and Imogene, doing some wild things at the Glen)</span><br/>Ashley gulped at Imogene's words.  She had enjoyed it too!  Her heart leaped.  She had known there were women who enjoyed the attention of other women.  In the worldly way that is.  She had not thought that she was one.  On the other hand, she had not thought much about it at all.  Papa had never spoken to her about intimate things, and Mama was dead.  The few stolen kisses boys had managed on her cheek made her feel... well, nothing.  The chase, playful kisses she had shared with the girls in the past were... fun, but it seemed that once she had passed the walls of Avonleigh last evening, something had been stripped from her eyes.  Something she either had been too blind, or too unwilling to see.<br/><br/>Feeling emboldened by Imogene's words, Ashley pulled Genie into her arms.  She stroked the other woman's hair and with a gentle touch upon her cheek, brought her closer for another kiss.  Imogene's lips were sweet like her.  Ashley's kiss was reverent yet clumsy.  Yet, something drew her on.  Wanting to taste even more, she slipped her tongue into the other woman's mouth and was awed to find that her mouth tasted of cinnamon and tea.  Ashley's began to breath more rapidly, and soft moans broke from her throat as she explored Genie's mouth.  The fingers of her right hand opened and closed in a grasping clench until they finally found the small of Genie's back and settled there as if they belonged.  She trailed the other hand, her left, slowly down Genie's cheek along her jaw line making small feathery strokes.  Going lower, she lightly brushed across her collar bone, then down until she again was stoking lightly across the brunette's left breast.  She lifted the small globe in her hand marveling at the delicious weight of it.  Then circling it with her hand, began to lightly brush her hand across the pinkness.  All of a sudden the thought came to her that she had to taste that pink bud.  Without a moment's hesitation, she broke the kiss she was sharing with Genie and lowering her head, took the tight little nub into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around it and delighted in the taste.  It tasted just like Imogene.  Sweet and clean and fresh.