Alright...so where do I even begin? First I want to apologize for being a bum and not updating this story until however many years later. This will be a complete re-boot, as my writing skills have since grown and I've changed the direction of where this might go. I've changed a few things around, some of which you guys may notice...or maybe not. Again I apologize for the extremely long delay! The first few chapters will sort of be the same for the most part. I am going to try to update weekly. If I don't, feel free to drop a comment and ask for my address to come murder me. For those who know the story, thanks for returning. For those to which this is new, welcome and thanks in advance for reading. Peace and Love!
So I'm waiting…again. She's late as always late. I don't see how I'm supposed to believe she's trying to commit to us if she's never able to show up on time. I guess I should elaborate on who I'm talking about; my girlfriend Spencer Carlin. Well maybe I should take it back further than that. It all started at a club 3 months ago.
"Hey Ashley," Aiden says walking over to the table I grabbed in club 'Bang,' which was our usual clubbing spot.
"Hey Aiden, what's up?" I respond, standing to give him a brief hug.
For some reason he keeps staring at me strangely, especially as of late. I hope he didn't develop feelings for me again. We dated for two years in high school, which seems like forever ago. I just got out of a relationship and he probably thinks I'm ready for another stab at it. Oh yeah! I forgot to mention I'm bi, but as of late I've been leaning more towards the female side since guys are such douche bags and women just have that something about them. I'm not use to being single for long so he probably will try and swoop in as if he's saving me from another asshole boyfriend.
"Hey guys," my sister, Kyla, says walking over. I haven't seen her in a few days. She's been busy teaching acting classes to young talents at a recreational center for an upcoming play they're producing.
"Hey baby sis," I love that she's younger, albeit by ten months.
"So have you guys been waiting long," she says directing her question to both Aiden and I.
"Nah not really…we just got here," Aiden answers for the both of us. Man I hate that! I have a mouth too.
"Well I'm going to go to the bar to scope out some hotties! You guys want anything?" Kyla's been single for far too long. I should help her scope out potentials.
"Hey Ky, check your 3 o'clock," this guy looks nice enough. Kyla's loves that I'm bi because I have damn good taste in both sexes, even though she only cares about one of the two.
"Good catch sis! I'll be right back," hopefully he's a good one; you can never be too sure these days.
"So Ash do you—," I immediately zone out from Aiden as I see the hottest creature I've ever seen, girl or guy.
She's taller than me by a few inches, but not too much. She has nice, long blonde hair, and bright blue eyes that can be spotted miles away. She has sleeve tattoos covering both arms but I can't tell what they are of. She's wearing a plain white V-neck with blue jeans, and some matching Nikes. Blue boxers peek out from her jeans, giving off a sexy butch appeal. The only problem I see is that there are like fifty girls flocking around her ever since she walked into the club. She's smiling flirtatiously at them all. She looks up and eyes me spotting her; I guess I wasn't being as subtle as I thought I was. I smile a soft closed lip smile at her, letting her know I was aware of her presence. She winks at me and walks to the bar with her flock surrounding her.
"Damn," I whisper, feeling as if a lifetime had passed me by when really it was only about a minute.
"So what do you say?" Aiden says trying to bring my attention back to the conversation he was trying to start with me. Why did we invite him again? He's cool but he can be annoying when he acts all lovey-dovey and what not.
"Umm…what were you saying," I guess I should pretend to care. He was probably asking me out for the millionth time.
"I was saying maybe one day next week, when you have time, —if maybe you wanted to—well you know like go somewhere?" Told you he was asking me out again.
Just as I was about to respond, the goddess walks over.
"Hey I'm Spencer," the goddess, or I guess Spencer, says sliding into our booth.
"Uhh hey…" Aiden delivers with a glare, no doubt pissed about Spencer's interruption.
"Hi, I'm Ashley," I say obviously flirting. I slide closer to her and outstretch my hand to meet hers.
"Very nice to meet you Ashley," she says smiling cutely, "Would you perhaps want to dance?" she asks.
I'm not one for saying no to a beautiful woman so I immediately accept telling Aiden I'll be back. He just nodded dejectedly. I almost feel bad but he really needs to get a clue. Spencer leads me to the dance floor as the DJ spins a mix on Nicki Minaj's "Starship." I love this song so naturally I start doing a sort of hip sway. I was a cheerleader in high school so I was fit with a nice figure and could hold my own to any beat. I slide in front of her, my back to her front. Spencer grabs hold of my waist and places her head into my neck, slowly killing me. She breathes me in lightly and I feel a certain area of my body get warmer.
"God you smell so good," she breathes out, grinding harder into me when the classic "Dutty Wine" song comes on. She holds me tighter and I, unknowingly, stop dancing overwhelmed by the sensations she's giving me.
"You're really fucking intoxicating," she says starting to lightly kiss my neck. That feels delicious.
"Hey Spencer! I didn't know you were going to be here tonight," this thirsty skank says, bumping into to me to separate me from Spencer.
"Oh hey Keisha, yeah I was just chillin' looking for a good time," Spencer responds, putting her hand on my lower back while I glare at this annoyance.
"Well, you know I could give you a good time babe," Keisha responds, smiling at MY new boo.
"Keisha look, we had a good time together I admit—a great time," Spencer starts, ending her sentence with a look towards Keisha's breast. I shove her in the ribcage to get her mind out of the gutter.
"Oh uhh—yeah," she clears her throat, "but you knew what the deal was before we got into it," she finishes breaking the girl's heart; you can clearly see it on her face. Obviously Spencer gets around.
"God Spencer you are just so damn cold! First you seduce me knowing that I was in a relationship, then we start something with the best sex I've ever had, and now you drop me just like that?!" Keisha says beyond pissed. The sex must've really been good.
"I'm sorry but you knew what I was about," Spencer says calmly. Woah! That statement just threw me off. I don't want to be another notch in her belt. I'm really starting to like Spencer, which is weird since I've known her for all of an hour. I made a decision to not give my goodies away so easily, I'm going to make her work for it. If she wants me bad enough, she'll play the game. If not, then on to the next one.
"Whatever Spencer, don't call me when you want this back," Keisha says walking off swinging her hips sexily as she goes. Which pisses me off because Spencer just stares hypnotized. I shove her again and she gives me a sort of apologetic smile, to which I roll my eyes.
"Sorry about that babe, she's just a little upset but she'll get over it," Spencer says pulling me into her again.
"Mhm, something tells me that won't be the last time that happens tonight," I say with a little attitude in my voice. I really don't like to be played for a fool; it happened in my last relationship and that didn't end on the best of terms. Let's just say that I was blindly cheated on multiple times so I'm a bit tough on trusting just anyone right now.
"Well maybe, but how about we split so we won't be present if it does," she says being all cute. But I need to stay strong or else I'll give my cookies away in less than ten minutes.
"Umm…how about no?" take that you sexy nymph!
"Are you really going to play hard to get right now? Because I can tell you want me just as bad as I want you. I may be cocky but I think I have good reasoning to be," Spencer says reminding me why I like alpha females again. That sentence just turned me on to the extreme.
"Look Spencer obviously you play the field well, and yes I'm attracted to you. But I won't be dicked around. It happened many times before and I refuse to get hurt again. You seem like pain is all you bring to the table so maybe it is best that we go our separate ways," I say sincerely hoping I sounded as sure as I wanted to be. For a moment I see a mix of disappointment and hurt behind her eyes. The disappointment I understand, but the hurt look confuses me.
"Look Ashley to be honest I was hoping we could just get out of here and go talk or something. This may be hard to believe, especially from someone with my reputation, but I looked at you when I walked in and felt something I'm not used to feeling; something more than just physical attraction. I actually want to get to know you. Yes, I did expect you to be a little easy with the way you were responding to my advances, but I understand that I need to go a little slower with you. I mean you should be honored that I haven't walked away after that speech you made," Spencer states ending her speech with a smirk. I should be put off with her huge ego but to be honest I like a little arrogance and she seemed to say it just to end on a funny note, not to insult me.
"Well I can say that I'm surprised but I think I can at least give you a date since I'm not giving you anything else," I smile my nose crinkling smile in her direction.
So that started an intense budding of our relationship, which started off as more of a friendship. We met up three or four times a week when we had time in the evening to just get to know each other; this took place for weeks. I've found out a lot of stuff that we have in common: we both like R&B a lot, we both play several instruments, and we grew up with similar backgrounds. Spencer was the typical all-star jock, while I was the typical head cheerleader. We spent a lot of time just getting to know one another on a basic level. I also found out she's 24, a year older than me, and has two brothers, one of whom is adopted. She owns her own business (which was a bit mysterious because she wouldn't tell me exactly what the business was). Her family is rich from several generations back from success in the oil industry but she hates to use her money excessively. My fortune comes from my inheritance I got after I turned eighteen. My dad was the legendary rockstar Raife Davies and after he passed, Kyla and I were well set for life. Oh and the biggest shocker was Spencer was born with a penis, which actually sort of excited me. Her parents had a choice to get it surgically removed when she was born, but they felt God made her that way so why mess with his creation. She says no one she ever knew had a problem with it considering she has always been good in bed; it was just a little shocking at first to most. I'm not going to lie, I mainly liked her because I thought she was female but I'm not one to judge and she's given me no reason to have a problem with it. And that's what's led us up to this point.
"Hey there sexy lady," I hear behind me. Finally she shows up ten minutes later, better than usual but still late.
"You're late," I say curtly, a bit fed up with her tardiness.
"Sorry I got a bit caught up with a customer at work," she says coming closer and pulling me into her for a kiss. I love when she grabs me like she does, it's so sexy. But I'm still mad.
"You're always getting caught up! You are never on time when we make plans to meet up. I'm honestly getting sick of it," I say trying to sound as serious as possible. If I make it a priority to be on time she should too.
"Alright, alright woman. It won't happen again, I promise," she says kissing me again, except this one last much longer. We only starting kissing about two weeks ago. We pretty much started to make out on the side of this little twenty-four hour diner we meet up at. I'm usually not into this much PDA but its' like 9 o'clock so no one's really around.
"Let's go in, I'm starving," Spencer says wrapping her hand around my waist. We go inside the diner and order our usual burger and fries except I get a strawberry milkshake, and Spencer gets a Dr. Pepper. We get our food and begin eating with a little conversation here and there.
"That was delicious. You want to get out of here?" Spencer says breaking our comfortable silence. I love that we can enjoy each other's company without always having to talk, or fill up the silence with meaningless things. I've never had that before.
"Yea let's go to yours, its closer," I respond. Plus her condo is nicer than mine. We chill back and forth between my place and hers considering we live about 15 minutes apart. We can afford nice condos with the money we have, but I like hers more because she doesn't have a roommate. I love Kyla and all but sometimes she could be a maddening cockblock. We get in her blue and white mustang and speed off to her place. I don't see how she got her license with the way she drives.
There's some history behind this car. She built it all built herself, at first for racing but now she's older and got out of that activity after a few bad arrests. I forgot to mention she's been arrested all of five times. The first two for car theft at age 15; with her parents money she just got sixty hours of community service both times. The third one was for street-racing at 17, which got her a two week stint in a juvenile detention center, per request from her parents (they did not approve of her many run-ins with the law and wished to end her rebellious antics). The fourth was for possession of marijuana and underage drinking, again at age 17, which sent her to the women's state penitentiary, again per request from her parents. That didn't scare her in the least. She told me that she actually made a lot of friends there and manipulated the guards; even had sex with some of the inmates and some guards. The fifth time was at age 20, when she got caught selling drugs. She said it was for a friend, but I think there was more to it than that. She was, or maybe still in, a small self-made gang called the "Fuck You Crew" which started as a joke but stuck. She had a good life at home but having everything that money could ever buy just didn't cut it sometimes. She always says she wishes she was just born into a normal middle class family.
Before I know it we are at her place and she's already by my side of the door. "Aye baby lets go, you've been staring into space for like ten minutes," Spencer says with her cute whining voice. I get out of the car and we head up to her soundproof penthouse. Did I mention she's never brought one of her conquest here, therefore I feel pretty damn special. She opens the door and we enter.
"Whoop whoop lets get naked!" Spencer yells grabbing me and pulling me onto the couch with her. I land on top of her and her hands land on top of my ass. Lately I've let her get a little touchier with me. It's getting harder and harder trying not to give in to her. I lean down to kiss her which leads to more kneading of my ass. I straddle her waist and place my arms on either side of her head. She's normally always the top but she recently told me she secretly likes when girls take charge for a bit. I lean back down to kiss her and her hands move up my back, gliding my shirt up with them.
"Let's go to the bedroom," Spencer mumbles against my lips. She's so fucking hot! It's like getting the best of both worlds with her. She has small breasts with a six pack set of abs. Her voice pitch is obviously that of a woman, but if she wanted I'm sure she could make the transition to a man fairly easily. But why mess with perfection?
I know for sure I'm not giving it up tonight but we can at least head to third base. She grabs me and pulls me up by my ass, flush against her body. I wrap my legs around her waist and go back to kissing her. She has the softest lips, nice and plump looking.
"God I love your ass," she mumbles into our kiss. She's not lying; she's always grabbing my ass even when we're not making out. I smile in return for her compliment and resume my ravenous attack on her neck, sure to leave hickies. I tell her I do it by accident but I'm pretty sure she knows it's a sort of marking of my territory. We get to her bed and she's back on top as we lay down on her comfortable bed. She grinds her pelvis into me and I accept with a warm welcome by spreading my legs a little. I love strong thighs and her thighs are amazing. I feel her penis getting a little hard and I feel it's time to release it from its captive. But first I need to feel her abs against mine. I push her up and she leans backs on her legs, already knowing what I want. I sit up and rid myself of my shirt, but keep my black lacy bra on. I begin to unbutton her shirt and raise it up from her waist. She throws her arms up and finishes taking it off for me; all the while I trace her strong biceps back down to her waist. She told me she had a lot of time on her hands when she was in jail so she usually worked out and bench pressed a ton. That added with her athleticism in high school and she was pretty in shape. Next, I grab for her belt and undo it. I pull it from her jeans and throw it somewhere. I unbutton her jeans, but I feel her hands grab mine. This isn't the first time I've seen her penis or touched it, but it excites me all the same.
"Whoa there! One question, will I need a condom for whatever we are about to do? Because I haven't bought any in awhile," Spencer asks me with a devilish grin on her face.
"Actually nevermind, carry on…I don't mind you having my babies," she adds which causes me to let out a giggle. I wouldn't mind that either but not this soon. I grab her and pull her back down to kiss more. We kiss for a few more minutes, which I could do forever, when I feel her fingers begin to play with the waistline of my jeans. She unbuttons them then grabs the hem of my jeans and slides them off, leaving me in my matching lacy panties all the courtesy of Victoria's Secret. Her hands stay on my waist as she gently nibbles on my neck. Because her frame is bigger than mine, I must look like a wounded animal underneath her. Once she jokingly lifted me up, back and butt in her hands, while lying on her back as an exercise. She sucks on my neck heavily arousing me. She moves down and grabs my breasts in her hand and kneaded them softly while kissing them lightly. She lifts me up and unhooks my bra, also something we've gotten to before. She moves her attention to my left breast and gently kneads the other one. I throw my head back against the pillows moaning at the sensation. She finishes her menstruations on my left breast and gives the same treatment to my right. She moves down my body kissing each destination she comes into contact with. The thing I love about her is how much attention she pays to my body, like it's a temple that needs to be worshipped and cherished. I feel her kiss my panty clad mound and grab her head letting her know how good it feels. I'm seriously rethinking this waiting to go all the way thing. I don't think I can take much more. Suddenly she pulls up and looks at me with her darkened blue eyes.
"Jesus Ash I don't think I can take much more of this holding out shit. You are killing me here! I've never—and I mean NEVER— gone this long without sex. It's surprising that I've held out for this long, which isn't really long at all but sure feels long to me," Spencer says rambling cutely in an even voice.
"Spence trust me I know that you're frustrated. Trust me I am to, I just don't think we should move to that part of our relationship so soon," I say out of breath.
"Unless you just want to hurriedly get into my pants and then do your disappearing act," I accuse harshly, suddenly feeling insecure.
"Whoa Whoa! Where did that come from? I was just being honest, you didn't have to attack me. You know how I feel about you. I don't understand why you're saying things like that," Spencer replies in a confused and hurt voice. I guess I delivered a low. I know she's really trying with me considering all that she's done with me that she hasn't done with any other girl.
"I know, I'm sorry I just—I don't want to get hurt again Spencer and you seem like the only one capable of that these days," I say looking down finding the bed sheets very interesting right now. I feel Spencer's finger under my chin lifting my head up. She leans forward and gently, almost ghostly, kisses me. It's not aggressive or rushed but patient and loving.
She whispers in my ear, "I could easily fall in love with you too Ashley Davies, don't forget that," and kisses me temple. I lean my forehead against hers and just relish in the moment hoping that I can open my heart to her, because Spencer Carlin can easily become my one and only.