Chapter 5

Ashley then insisted on returning the favor. Celeste stood still and allowed the blind girl to feel, to scrub every inch of her flesh. This process was interrupted several times by soft kisses.

“Toweling off, Celeste led Ashley to the bedroom. Again, sinking into the mattress, Ashley expressed her desire to have a Tempurpedic mattress of her own.

Celeste positioned the girl in the center of the bed and lay on top of her. She kissed Ashley’s willing mouth, then Ashley’s throat. She found Ashley’s nipple and sucked hungrily on the sensitive nub until Ashley was whimpering.

The taste of Ashley’s wet, rubbery lips was intoxicating. The texture, the sensation of dragging her tongue up and down the length of Ashley’s lips was heavenly to the lonely Celeste.

That realization struck Celeste hard and she paused for a moment, fingers inside of Ashley’s depths.

“I, I never, I didn’t even know I was, I’m lonely,” Celeste thought, then slowed her approach to Ashely’s sex.

“Mm, you, you’re driving me crazy,” Ashley whined as Celeste alternated between slow, deliberate licks and a frenzied finger-fucking.

“The whole idea,” Celeste giggled. “Drive you crazy, make you fall in love with me.”

“Already, ung! Already am in love with AUGH!” Ashley declared as Celeste captured her clitoris in her mouth.

After her second climax, Ashley weakly pushed Celeste’s head away from her drooling pussy. For several long moments, the two girls lay with their limbs entwined.

“Oh shoot! What, what time is it?” Ashley suddenly asked as they faintly heard a cell phone’s musical chime.

“Five, mm five fifteen,” Celeste said, looking at the digital alarm clock.

“I, I need to call home,” Ashley said, scrambling to get out of the bed.

“Stop. Calm down. I’ll get your phone; you’re going to hurt yourself,” Celeste chided, climbing out of the bed.

“My mom wants to know if you want to come over; we’re having her world’s best ham steaks and scalloped potatoes,” Ashley asked.

“Well, if they’re the worlds best, I’d be stupid to say ‘No,’ wouldn’t I?” Celeste smiled.

They walked the two and a half blocks to Ashely’s home. David was indeed hard of hearing; the volume of his voice made Celeste wince. Bruce was indeed a butt head. And Marie was a copy of Ashley, with a few extra pounds and a healthy pink glow to her skin.

The ham steaks were thick, the potatoes were perfect and the snap peas had a sweet and tangy sauce with it. More satisfying than the meal, though, was the warmth of the family as they ate the meal together. Celeste felt something she’d not felt, even when her parents were still alive. There was an ease, a comfort as she sat at their table.

After the meal, Marie cautiously agreed that Ashley could spend the night at Celeste’s home. She reminded her daughter that they went to 9:15 Mass at St. Anthony’s.

“Celeste, Sweetie, do you go to church?” Marie asked as Ashley left the kitchen to pack for the sleepover.

“No ma’am. My grandmother and I did go to church but when she died, I guess I just kind of got out of the habit,” Celeste admitted.

“Well, we’d love it if you’d come with us,” Marie invited.

“I, yes. Yes ma’am. I, I think I would really like that,” Celeste agreed.

David barely acknowledged his daughter’s parting kiss and hug. He was startled by Celeste’s hug though. Marie smiled at the girl’s hug.

“So, church, how long is it?” Celeste asked, remembering how long, how tedious the services of the Reverend C. Thomas Little’s services had been.

“Mm, ’bout an hour, maybe a little less. The nine fifteen Mass is the Children’s Mass so it’s a little longer; Father Dusey likes to have the kids all come up and he talks to them,” Ashley mused.

“So, so we’d be out by ten fifteen, ten thirty?” Celeste mused.

Home again, Celeste wasted no time in stripping out of her clothes. After a few kisses and giggles and tickles, Ashley allowed herself to be stripped of her clothes. Hand in hand, the two girls walked up the stairs into Celeste’s bedroom.

They lay together on the bed, kissing softly, touching softly. After a few moments, Celeste twisted around, her feet now at the head of the bed. Ashley let out a soft moan when Celeste urged her to raise her right leg up.

“Oh! Oh Celeste,” Ashley moaned as Celeste’s lips teased her soft petals.

Celeste shivered when she felt Ashley’s lips and fingers at the entrance of her sex. She grunted as Ashley’s tongue flickered over her clitoris.

“Bewitching,” Ashley declared after a moment.

“What?” Celeste asked, still slowly pleasuring Ashley’s ex.

“I was trying to think of the best way to describe…” Ashley admitted.

“Intoxicating,” Celeste supplied, then forcefully sucked on Ashley’s clitoris.

“Yes!” Ashley keened.

“Yes. Intoxicating,” Ashley panted after her climax subsided.

It took a while for Ashley to coax a climax from Celeste. Once she figured Celeste’s rhythms, though, she managed to pleasure Celeste fairly quickly the second time around.

“I, you, you want a drink?” Celeste asked after they’d pleasured one another again.

“I, no, no, don’t leave,” Ashley begged. “Just, just hold me?”

Celeste teetered between her desire to please Ashley and her need for a drink. She stayed with Ashley, holding the girl, softly kissing and touching the girl; the entire time she wondered how long was long enough to placate Ashley’s need for closeness.

Finally noticing that the shadows grew long in the bedroom, Celeste suggested a moonlight swim. With a happy giggle, Ashley agreed and they wiggled out of the bed.

“Damn, Ashley, you, that is the prettiest butt,” Celeste said, admiring Ashley’s sweetly rounded buttocks.

“It, it’s not too big?” Ashley asked, pausing and thrusting her buttocks out.

“Ashley, any smaller and you wouldn’t have no butt,” Celeste said, quickly making two drinks. “Here, here’s a Tom Collins.”

“Oh, okay,” Ashley said, reaching for the glass.

Celeste downed her drink and made a second one. She then grabbed two towels and urged Ashley through the sliding doors into the violet twilight.

“I, God, I just love this,” Ashley giggled, shivering at the naughtiness of being outside, nude.

“Yeah, me too,” Celeste agreed, setting her already empty glass onto the table.

It, oh I tell you, it is going to be so hard next time we go to Melanie’s house,” Ashley said as they stepped into the pool.

“Who, who’s Melanie?” Celeste asked.

“My mom’s cousin; she lives over on Hasting’s Creek,” Ashley said. “She’s got this big old pool; I think that’s the only reason we ever go over there. She is so stuck-up; like she’s so much better than us because her husband had all kind of money. But now? I’m going to be like, why do I have to wear a stupid bathing suit?”

“Can always come over here,” Celeste offered, kissing her.

“I know!” Ashley laughed happily.

After becoming waterlogged again, they entered the home, gasping at the chilled air inside. Ashley hopped up and down, arms wrapped tightly around herself as Celeste fixed herself another drink. Finally, Ashley decided she’d go to the shower herself and Celeste took that opportunity to drink her drink, then fix another drink to carry upstairs.

A severely hungover Celeste brought Ashley to St. Anthony’s the next morning. After Mass, Ashley declined coming over to Celeste’s home. With a chaste hug to Ashley, to Marie and David, but not to Bruce, Celeste joined the madhouse in the parking lot.

At home, Celeste debated with herself; did she want a drink or a nap? She decided on a drink, then a nap.

Waking up at three forty in the afternoon, Celeste saw that she’d missed two calls from Ashley. Ashley did not leave a voice mails though.

“Hey; what’s up?” Celeste asked happily when Ashley answered the phone.

“I, I, you, Celeste, I love you, but really? I, God this is hard,” Ashley stammered.

“Love you too,” Celeste agreed.

“But you drink too much,” Ashley managed to say.

“What?” Celeste laughed. “Are, are you serious? I don’t…”

Celeste, you drink too much,” Ashley said with conviction. “Yesterday? When I asked you to stay? It took, it took every ounce of willpower you had to just stay with me. But I could tell, the whole time, you were just waiting for the chance to get a drink.”

“That, that’s not true,” Celeste lied, even though she knew Ashley was right.

The phone beeped, letting Celeste know that Ashley had ended the call. Hurling curse words at the absent girl, Celeste fixed herself a drink. Then she went and sat outside, drinking her drink. The sun was warm on her flesh, but she could not feel the sun. She could see the red haze of the sun through her closed eyelids as she lay, drinking and thinking.

“What if, what if I cut back,” she asked Ashley when Ashley answered her phone.

The beep alerted Celeste that Ashley had again ended the call. Celeste forced herself to prepare dinner even though she wanted to have another two or three drinks, THEN she would prepare dinner. But she prepared dinner and ate dinner.

Ashley’s scent was in the bedroom. Celeste lay on the bed, smelling Ashley’s aroma on the pillow Ashley had lay her beautiful head on.

The next morning, Celeste decided there was no reason to wait and prepared herself a drink. She then sent Ashley a text message; LYH. There was no reply. A second and third LYH went unanswered. Celeste ran out of rum and returned to her old friend, the whiskey sour.

At five thirty the following morning, head pounding from a savage, unrelenting hangover, Celeste made coffee. Every fiber of her soul was screaming for a drink, a little of the hair of the dog, but Celeste forced herself to drink coffee.

When she was sure she could drive, she got into her car. Celeste grabbed a cardboard box from behind the Burns & Burns Grocers grocery store. Returning to her home, she carefully packed every bottle into the box. Each bottle that went into the box caused Celeste to pause, to ask herself why she was doing this, did she really want to do this.

Then she brought the box to the church she and her grandmother had attended and left the box in front of the doors of the church. She had a good laugh; the Reverend C. Thomas Little often screamed and cried, denouncing the demon alcohol. Let him deal with those bottles.

Home again, Celeste fixed herself another pot of coffee. Nude, she sat out on the back deck, large mug of too-sweet coffee in hand and punched the number into her cell phone.

“Ubelhauser and Associates,” Ashley’s beautiful voice caressed her ear.

“I, I threw all of it away,” Celeste said. “All the alcohol in the house. I threw it all away.”

“My mom’s making chicken parmesan tonight,” Ashley invited, giggling excitedly.

“LYB,” Celeste giggled.

“LYB,” Ashley giggled before ending the call.

***Author’s Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment.

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This is an entry for the Literotica NUDE DAY 2025 contest.

Jamie Tismann, the attorney is introduced in ‘Evidently…’ in the Loving Wives category.

Graham Ubelhauser and his father, Carl Ubelhauser are primary characters in ‘Lipstick Prints on the Window’ in the Incest/Taboo category.

Will Celeste manage to stay away from alcohol? If she is a true alcoholic like her father and her paternal and maternal grandfathers than most likely Ashley’s love will prove to be insufficient. Hopefully, she has not crossed that invisible line from hard drinker to full blown alcoholic yet. Perhaps the love of a sweet, bubbly, happy blind girl will help keep Celeste away from the temptation of the drink.

Have a swell day. And some of you, have a swollen day.