Ashy Knees Novels & Stories

"We like to play while we feed." "Hmmm..." Karen felt a shiver run down her spine as Ashley pulled her dress up to bare her legs. She slid a hand around Ashley's back to coax her closer. Ashley kissed Karen full on the lips while her hand continued to work on her now bared thigh. Both girls moaned with pleasure as their lips locked and their tongues moved against one another.

"I-I- "You what, Ashely?" He asked, stepping even closer to my body. "I suggest you step away from me before this knee causes some damage," I whispered slightly grazing my knee on the inside of his thigh causing him to immediately step back with his palms in front of his chest as he chuckled.

“Gods, I wish I could control how all of this attention is affecting me. It’s distracting how fucking horny I am.” “Yes, Honey. I feel that too, I can smell your arousal. And Gods does it smell good.” Ash slides further under the table and massages her feet, her eyes drift closed and her breathing turns shallow. Kai shifts closer to her, and Ash starts massaging her feet lifting them to his mouth so he can kiss the tops and her toes. He hears Kai talking to her,

She didn't pay attention before, but now she felt there was a problem with Ashley's legs. “Ashley, are your legs numb from kneeling just now?” Ashley thought for a moment, things had come to this, and there was no need to deceive Meadow anymore. She raised her head and looked at Meadow. Ashley turned around, lifted her shirt, and called out. "Meadow."

She bounces in time to her counting, and since she’s watching my feet, and I’ve always been the most well-behaved student in any class, I bounce, too. “Okay, now, start with your left. Heel. Toe. Heel. Toe. Tap, tap, tap, tap.” I heel. I toe. I tap. My feet are clunky wooden marionettes at the end of strings. “You’ve got it,” Ashleen says. “Now dip with your knees between the heel and toe.” That’s when it falls apart. My feet stutter to a halt. I’m already flushed and breathless, and now my cheeks are on fire.

Ashley felt that someone's body suddenly became hot, her heart tightened, and she shouted excitedly, "Oh, Morgan, you touched my knee, it hurts..." "What? Really?" Morgan asked nervously, and subconsciously let go of his hand. Ashley hurriedly pushed him away, sat up, and immediately retreated to a safe distance. "What's going on? Where did I touch it? Let me see!" Morgan grabbed her hand and dragged it into his arms. "No need!" Ashley put her hand on her knee and rubbed it a few times. Morgan tried to pull up Ashley's trousers, but she was wearing a pair of tight jeans, which wrapped her straight and slender legs tightly, and he couldn't pull them up at all.

But her joy all crashed when her knee slammed against the cabinet, and a sharp pain travelled through her leg. The suddenness caused her to crouch down and grab her leg. A curse left her mouth. That's the moment Elijah opened the door and entered the house. He heard Ashlyn wince from pain and asked, "What's the matter?" His eyes fell on Ashlyn, and he noticed that she was rubbing her knees. Ashlyn felt embarrassment flood through her as he saw her in this silly state, and her hand fell off. Just as she was about to brush it off and stand up, he kneeled down in front of her and rubbed the reddened spot.

~*~ Ashleigh hurt so bad that even though she knew she shouldn't, she came straight home, popped ibuprofen, took a hot bath and then crawled into bed without dinner. The next day when she went to the gym she was walking stiffly. Blues music was playing this time. How apropos. She looked at the giant on the treadmill. Did he even know she was there? He never even flinched when she came in through the door. He never even turned to look in her direction. Well today she planned to keep her eyes on him. She just wanted to know what he looked like. He had to be fine with a body like that.

ASHER I don’t tell her immediately. That we have a game on the schedule. That the quiet we have is just temporary and that I'm actually nervous and my knee hasn't healed up properly. That the world has a way of always putting in a a knock, even when you throw away the bolt-lock.