Freeing My Heart

TITLE: Freeing My Heart
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Another Code R: A Journey Into Lost Memories or any characters from it. No profit is being made.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Ashley/Elizabeth
NOTE: You know, writing Elizabeth was a lot more fun than it had any right to be. The sex scene, on the other hand, was a lot harder than usual.


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It was another beautiful day at Lake Juliet. The sun shone brightly in a clear sky, making the calm waters of the lake sparkle, and a warm breeze made the trees rustle soothingly. It was a heart-wrenchingly magnficent testament to the sublime beauty of pristine nature. If you were wired that way.

Elizabeth Alfred wasn't wired that way. Oh sure, a clear blue sky was better than one choked with smog and a nice, warm breeze was better than either icy coldness or stifling heat, but she didn't get all lyrical about it. The way she saw it, human history was all about getting away from nature so people could actually focus on something interesting. Like fashion. Or music.

It was music that held her attention now. More or less. Elizabeth stood at the edge of the sparkling lake, lazily tossing stones at the surface of the water and completely failing to make any of them skip. What she wasn't doing as was looking behind her, where the Lonely Oak stood. And where Ashley sat strumming her acoustic guitar.

The problem was that she liked Ashley. She just didn't really know why. OK, sure, she was usually nice and she stood up for... well... everyone and she made the world seem like a more gentle place just by being around. She wasn't supposed to do that. She just had to be there whenever she, Elizabeth, felt like bitching. She wasn't supposed to make her feel like there was nothing to bitch about.

And then there was the other thing. The... the gay thing. Not that Elizabeth was gay. She totally liked guys. It was just that... well... on lazy afternoons during a hot summer vacation it was... fun to fool around. If there was nothing else to do (and at Lake Juliet there usually wasn't), making each other feel nice was something that they both enjoyed. There was nothing gay about that. It was just a bit of bicuriosity. Which was still the in thing to be for girls her age even if there weren't any guys around to impress. It was just that when she was all alone at night and feeling... bored... well... it was Ashley who'd started getting into her thoughts. And that wasn't supposed to happen! She liked dicks. Guys. She liked guys.

Because that was the third thing that bothered her about Ashley. She should have seen it coming, really. Half Japanese and half American; white hair and dark eyes; being friends with her, but persisting in wearing indie fashion anyway. The girl'd lived in two worlds her whole life. So she shouldn't have been that surprised to find that the rest of Ashley's body, too, sat awkwardly between worlds. It was so unfair. If there were going to be women like that, Elizabeth felt pretty strongly that they should be huge, muscular Amazonian types, not awkwardly attractive girls who just happened to be the same age she was. And who were pretty good at making her feel good. And who made the world seem like a better place just by being there.

Elizabeth flung another rock at the lake, not even trying to make it skip. The world just wasn't supposed to work this way. But, then again, when had the world ever lived up to her standards?

Elizabeth felt two arms embrace her waist and realised she'd been too angry to hear the guitar stop. Only now did her anger fade enough for her to notice the change. And the reason it faded was because Ashley was hugging her from behind.

"What're you thinking about?" Ashley asked.

A look of annoyance flashed across Elizabeth's face. Sometimes, the promise she'd made to herself to always be honest really sucked.

"You," she replied.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"What? Why are you asking that?"

"I saw the way you were throwing stones."

"Oh. That. Forget it. It's not important."

"Really? It seemed pretty important to me."

Elizabeth turned around in Ashley embrace. Bad move. Seeing her face to face she couldn't stop a smile from tugging at her lips. And Ashley, of course, noticed and smiled back. Which, in turn made her feel kind of fuzzy inside. Worse, the heat of her anger got replaced by the heat of... of...

Well, by the heat of getting turned on. If she were Ashley she'd be worried about betraying that fact, but fortunately she wasn't so it was easier to enjoy just being held close by her. Actually, if she were Ashley she wouldn't be worried about giving away the fact she was getting turned on. Not around her anyway.

Elizabeth wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Right now, she thought it was a good thing, but she also knew that, right now, she was quickly leaving her usual frame of mind. Being held by Ashley did that to her.

"There's... just something I need to sort out by myself, OK?" Elizabeth said. "So don't pry."

Ashley gave her a strange look. "OK. Sure. Want me to leave you alone for a bit?"

"No, that's OK. I'd rather you stay."

"Any particular reason?"

Ashley hugged her just a little tighter when she said that. Just enough so that Elizabeth could feel her hardening cock against her thigh. She pulled away just to enough to glance down and see that, yep, there was a definite bulge growing in Ashley's jeans.

"I see your dirty little mind already came up with something," Elizabeth said.

"Are you telling me you didn't?" Ashley said.

"Whatever. I'm not in the mood for talking anyway right now."

They kissed. It was tough to say who moved first. Their lips just seemed to meet without either of them seeming to do anything. One moment they were just looking at each other, the next they were kissing, standing in the green grass next to a clear lake with a shining sun overhead.

It was too good to be true. Ashley's kiss was just... annoyingly perfect. The softness of her lips, the warmth of her body, even the friction of her hands moving up her back, all of it. It all flowed into her body and filled her with a warmth that didn't come from just her growing arousal, but also from a sense of happiness that was normally quite alien to her.

If this kept up she'd have let go of bicurious and just admit she was bisexual. It'd be better if she stepped away now.

No it wouldn't. It would be easier if she stepped away now. Not better. And Elizabeth wasn't one to take the easy way out.

Having so decided, Elizabeth couldn't help but feel a bit cheated when Ashley pulled away.

"Uhm... did you bring the condoms?" she asked.

Elizabeth groaned. "Left 'em back at the cottage. You?"

"Same."

Elizabeth bit her lip. They could go back for them. It wasn't as if it was a very long walk or anything. It was just that she was in the mood now and walking back to the cottages would take more time than her very small amount of patience could handle.

"Well, never mind them," she said. "This'll just give us the opportunity to try something new."

"Did you have something in mind?"

"Could be," said Elizabeth. In truth she'd only ever imagined the idea unfolding in her head when she was fantasising late at night. She'd never thought she'd give Ashley this particular offer in real life. But hey, wasn't this the time when she should be experimenting or something?

Growing more determined (or possibly just getting herself in deeper) by the second, Elizabeth left Ashley's embrace to pull her fashionable top off. It did sting a bit to let something as expensive as that fall into the grass, but that's what washing machines were for. Her bra followed a moment later. Ashley's gaze focused on her now exposed breasts, the intensity of her stare burning hotly on her skin. It seemed to Elizabeth that, unlike her, Ashley didn't worry about her sexuality at all. Possibly because she bought into the whole 'just be yourself' thing or possibly because getting comfortable in a body like hers was enough trouble on its own that she didn't see the need to also worry too much about what gender she'd like to share herself with.

Elizabeth got down on her knees and started undoing Ashley's jeans. As she did so Ashley pulled off her own top and bra. It wasn't really necessary, but Elizabeth decided not to stop her. Seeing more of Ashley's body exposed was always a good thing, in her opinion.

Ashley's cock sprung free when Elizabeth pulled down both her jeans and panties at the same time. It was already almost completely erect and actually bounced up and down a few times. Elizabeth smiled at the sight, partly because seeing Ashley's dick bounce up and down looked kinda funny, but mostly because it was always good to know that she was so good at getting her hard. She hardly had to do anything at all. She just had to... be herself.

Trying to push that thought out of her mind as quickly as possible, Elizabeth reached up and let her right hand close around Ashley's shaft. She felt hot in her hand, which was just the way she liked it. She leisurely moved her hand up and down, stroking Ashley in the slow, deliberate way that always frustrated the white-haired girl so much. It was fast enough to really get her going, but not quite good enough to really get her off. Timed just right, she could get Ashley to whine and squirm so beautifully. The only downside was that she then couldn't stop herself from speeding up to Ashley's satisfaction and, frankly, she wasn't really inclined to work on that.

Elizabeth let go of Ashley when the girl had gone fully erect. She took a moment to appreciate her handiwork. Ashley really did have a very nice dick. It's wasn't too big and it wasn't too small. It was just right. And it belonged to a nice, cute girl, which made it...

OK, fine. Yes. Which made it even better.

To make sure she didn't sigh, Elizabeth leaned in and kissed Ashley's cock. Ashley sighed in return, but hers was one of contentment and thick, growing anticipation. It was an expected sound, but one that still helped fuel her own arousal and made her just that little bit wetter.

It really was a shame they both forgot to bring the condoms.

Elizabeth lapped at Ashley's member, her tongue flicking across every inch of her hardness. As she did so, she heard Ashley's sighs turning into soft moans, which was always fun to hear. But hearing the increasingly lustful noise she made was just a bonus. Elizabeth's real goal here was to lick and lap at Ashley until her entire cock was covered in her saliva. Everywhere her tongue went, she made sure to leave a glistening trail. Except for the third time her wandering tongue reached Ashley's purple head and she circled it before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it. She did that just to hear the white-haired girl moan.

Elizabeth dragged her tongue from the base of Ashley's shaft all the way to the tip, earning one last shuddering gasp from the girl's lips, before pulling away. She took hold of her dick again and stroked her for a moments. Her saliva had definitely made Ashley's cock slippier. Hopefully it'd be enough.

Elizabeth let go of Ashley and took a deep breath. Then she raised herself enough to press her chest against Ashley's cock. Much to Elizabeth's delight, the white-haired girl gasped sharply when she touched her. She carefully took Ashley's hardness between her firm breasts and used her hands to push them firmly against her and move them up and down her shaft. Ashley was slippery enough, and her moans sounded at once lustful and bewildered.

Elizabeth looked up, her sexiest smile on her face. "Do you like this?"

Ashley looked down, her already dark eyes having become even darker. She just nodded mutely.

Elizabeth grinned happily and pulled away. She lay down in the grass, ignored the way the blades tickled her bare back and gave Ashley an inviting look.

"Why don't you come and fuck 'em, then?"

Ashley blinked, her confusion overcoming her desire for a moment. "You... you really mean that?"

"Oh, come on, Ash," Elizabeth sighed. "I know a thing or two about you by now. And I know you like my tits. So, since I forgot to bring condoms, why don't you just come over here and take advantage of... the situation."

Ashley put her hands on her hips and shrugged. "Well, if you insist."

Elizabeth couldn't deny feeling a touch of apprehension when she saw Ashley's naked body loom of her still partially clothed one. She wasn't really sure why. It wasn't as if Ashley was in any way intimidating.

Ashley stradled her upper body and Elizabeth felt her putting her hot, hard and wet dick between her breasts. It was weird feeling her on her body like this, but not unpleasant. Elizabeth put her hands on her breasts and pushed them together and against Ashley. The white-haired girl responded by putting her own on her hands and moving. It was a slow, awkward kind of moving, since Ashley was just as inexperienced with this kind of thing as she was. Nevertheless, Elizabeth soon felt her hardness sliding back and forth across her soft skin.

Once she more or less found a pace, Ashley relaxed a little as her uncertainty faded. Of course, Elizabeth wasn't about to just let her relax so she took the opportunity to move her breasts up and down the girl's shaft again. Ashley practically squealed and looked at her with big, dark eyes, but didn't stop moving, allowing her to match her stroking to her thrusting. Elizabeth soon found a rhythm where her breasts slid down Ashley's shaft when she thrust forward and moved up her member every time she pulled back.

The effects were... bizarre. The feel of Ashley rhythmically fucking her tits wasn't bad. It was actually pretty nice, maybe even better than feeling her fondle them with her hands. Elizabeth couldn't deny that every time Ashley thrust across her chest she felt herself getting just that little bit hotter. But it was a foreplay kind of heat, her body preparing itself for the real deal still to come. However, she could see that for Ashley, this was the real deal. She moaned and whined and panted and Elizabeth could tell her body would soon fuck her by pure instinct, her growing pleasure overpowering her.

It was a weird disconnect. Weirder even than when she, say, simply gave Ashley a blowjob. And yet... she found she didn't really mind. The small, smouldering pleasure she got from feeling Ashley fuck her tits was nothing compared to the strange feeling that filled her every time she heard the white-haired girl moan or pant or saw the raw pleasure on her face, eyes dark, mouth hanging open. It wasn't the kind of feeling that would give her an orgasm, but it was a feeling that she was sure would leave her satisfied somehow.

Ashley's thrusts grew quicker and harder until Elizabeth couldn't keep up the pace sliding her breasts up and down her shaft. And then she realised it wasn't her who could keep pace any more, it was Ashley who couldn't keep up with herself. Her hands now held hers so tightly that Elizabeth couldn't move her own hands freely and instead Ashley used her hands to move her to in turn move her breasts. Once she'd realised this, Elizabeth pulled her hands free, which was easier said than done. Ashley didn't miss a beat. The moment her hands were free, Elizabeth felt Ashley grip her breasts and used them to stroke her thrusting cock.

Elizabeth gasped, heat exploding through her body. Ashley had her hands on either side of her breasts and her cock between them and she fucked her for all her worth. She wasn't being stimulated and she had no control. Ashley was, and she used her body for her own, exclusive pleasure. It didn't have to be this way. She could've decided to remain kneeling and jack Ashley off with her breasts instead of her hands, but instead she'd willingly surrendered that control. She'd never done anything like that before (except in her fantasies, when she was masturbating late at night) and it felt good. The more the severity of her helplessness dawned on her, the hotter she felt. And it was almost like the kind of heat that could give her an orgasm.

She wouldn't have the time for that, however. Ashley had stopped moaning and panting, instead breathing sharply through clenched teeth. Elizabeth recognised this sign pretty well. Ashley was fighting against her climax and it a battle she always lost. Elizabeth decided to help her lose it a little faster.

"Please," she whimpered quietly.

Ashley groaned and with one last thrust, came. Elizabeth felt the white-haired girl's seed splatter all over her neck, chin and even up onto her face (as well as a quick shiver of intense pleasure running through her). She felt Ashley let go of her breasts and saw her stand up, grip her climaxing cock and, standing on shivering legs, aimed at her chest. Ashley had a lot of semen for a girl (or for a guy, for that matter) and now it landed all over her fucked breasts. Her seed landed in globs and strands all over her skin and she felt it oozing down her curves, a feeling dirty and sexy at the same time.

By the time Ashley's orgasm had passed she'd practically coated both of Elizabeth's breasts with a thin sheen of her seed. Once the last whitish drop had been coaxed from her softening cock she lay down on the grass next to Elizabeth.

"Wow," Ashley breathed.

"Enjoyed that, did you?" Elizabeth said.

"Mmm," Ashley said. "Thank you. Is there... anything you'd like me to do in return."

"Well, I'd like..."

Elizabeth paused. She wasn't sure what she liked. The realisation that having Ashley basically take full control of her body was something she actually kind of really enjoyed was pretty distressing. Fortunately, she knew how to deal with distress.

"I'd like a shower," she snapped. "You made a complete mess of my skin. You could've aimed at the grass or something, you know," she added, carefully omitting the fact that she hadn't minded Ashley coming all over her when it had happened.

"Sorry," said Ashley. "I was caught up in the moment, you know."

"Yeah, whatever," Elizabeth. "Anyway, I'm heading back to take a shower."

"Want any help cleaning up?" Ashley offered.

Elizabeth paused. "Only if you bring a condom with you," she said.