"A little to the left…almost… up a little…there, don't move. Right there, perfect."
"Spencer, hurry up, my arms are starting to get tired." Ashley breathed out. Her face was red from the physical exertion Spencer and she had been doing since the early morning hours. At this point, all she wanted was to take a nice long shower (hopefully with Spencer) to wash away all the sweat from the days activities.
"Sorry, I just want to make sure it's aesthetically pleasing and flows with the rest of the room." Spencer stood on a chair next to the one Ashley was standing on and placed a small pencil mark on the wall above the frame Ashley was holding up. She took the picture from her very grateful girlfriend. Leaning the picture carefully against the wall, she walked over to get the hammer sitting on the coffee table.
Ashley rolled her eyes, regretting, not for the first time, buying Spencer that book on Feng Shui. "Spence, you do realize that in the hour you've had me moving this picture around, it's only moved maybe three inches from the original spot you had me holding it up to begin with, right?"
"Ash, it has to balance out the other picture and the candle holders. If it's even a few centimeters off it could really mess with the Chi." The blonde pouted, as much as she loved Ashley, sometimes she just didn'tget it.
After everything they had been through to get to this point in time, Spencer wasn't taking any chances on letting anything mess them up now. She was taking every precaution to ensure they didn't have any bad karma or vibes surrounding them.
Smiling down at the younger girl from her position still standing on the chair, trying to shake some feeling back into her arms, Ashley gave her girlfriend her well practiced 'I-don't-get-it-but-I'll-just smile-to-humor-you-to-avoid-a-pointless-argument' smile.
"Ok, but I don't understand why you just didn't let me hire an interior decorator." Ashley grumbled taking the nail and measuring tape from the blonde's out stretched hand. Measuring a half inch down from the pencil line, Ashley poked the nail in the wall to make an indentation.
"Because, sometimes, even Rock Stars should do things for themselves." Spencer grinned, passing the hammer up to Ashley. "Besides, it's fun."
Ashley merely huffed as she tapped the nail into the wall, being extra cautious not to hit her thumb like she had earlier, yeah, that was a blast.
With the nail firmly in place, Spencer handed the picture up to Ashley who hung it, making sure the wire was secured on the nail. Grateful to finally be done, she went to jump down from her elevated space on the chair.
"Wait it's a little crooked, the right side needs to come down a smidgen." Spencer stood a few feet back, eying the picture critically. The way her eyebrows were scrunched up in concentration would have melted Ashley's heart at the adorableness of it - if she didn't know that the look signified she'd be spending the next 20 minutes shifting and making barely made adjustments to the picture, yet again. She silently sighed; this was not how she had envisioned spending the weekend.
12 minutes later, a record Ashley was secretly pleased about, 'I must be getting better at this hanging stuff thing', Ashley collapsed on the large black (fake) leather couch in the living room.
The couch could have become one of the biggest fights between them during the whole process, but Ashley had backed down as soon as Spencer's bright blue eyes had began to get teary as she started describing what 'those poor cows' had to go through just so Ashley could sit her ass on their hide while watching her almost obscenely large TV.
At the time, Ashley had acted as if she gave in because of the gruesome details Spencer was about to launch into, but truth be told, the brunette couldn't stand to see her girlfriend sad over anything. If that meant she had to sit her ass on fake leather, then so be it. Ashley had learned to pick her battles.
Besides, if Ashley had to sit her ass on a fake leather couch at least it meant she had Spencer sitting next to her, doing all sorts of wonderfully wicked things with her hands and mouth, and that was a win in Ashley's book.
It wasn't as if her girlfriend had turned into one of those new age, hippies types that lived in trees to keep them from being cut down. No, Spencer still showered and still allowed Ashley to eat steak. But every since her beautiful girlfriend had discovered her other passion for social causes, righting the wrongs done to those that couldn't speak for themselves, (her first passion of course being the brunette sitting on the fake leather couch), the blonde had been more sensitive to the cruelties in the world and tried her best to not add to them and ease them as much as she could in her own small ways.
Spencer called it having a social conscious. Ashley firmly blamed it on the four years Spencer had spent at Berkley. Spencer had just finished her last year there, degree in Sociology firmly in hand.
Ashley had been over the moon when Spencer had told her that she was going to UCLA for her Masters. San Francisco was nice and all but she hated that the blonde had been hours away from her. Ashley had eventually gotten an apartment close to the Berkley campus Spencer's second year, reasoning with the blonde that she was spending just as much, if not more, money on all the flights and gas, on those rare occasions when she actually had to drive up there.
Though that had only happened twice, once by herself and the second and final time when she had made the mistake of letting her sister, Kyla, talk her into what an amazing road trip it would be for the two of them.
Thankfully, Spencer had refrained from commenting on the fact that there was no way Ashley had been spending as much money on coming to visit her as she was on the rent for the brownstone Ashley eventually settled on.
Even though Ashley's apartment was spacious enough for the both of them as well as a few of their friends if they so wanted any one else around, not that they would have because they weren't the quietest when having sex. Despite the fact that the apartment was only minutes away from the main campus and less than ten from Spencer's dorm room. Spencer had steadfastly refused to move in with Ashley. Choosing rather to stay in the dorms and deal with her fair share of roommate horror stories. Much to Ashley's great dismay.
Spencer had made a very compelling argument, stating she would feel lonely in the large place, what with Ashley's touring schedule. Ashley couldn't argue with that, knowing that she had been spending more and more time on the road than at either of her homes. That had been the first time she had learned to pick her battles.
She couldn't complain though, there had been plenty of sleep-over's when Ashley had been in town. Ashley grinned, thinking about all the nights they had spent together, cuddled under warm blankets in the colder climate of San Francisco. Not that much sleep had been had.
"What are you thinking about?" Spencer coyly asked, sitting down on the (fake) leather couch next to Ashley, handing her girlfriend a glass of ice tea. She knew that look and knew that when the brunette had it, they usually ended up spending many pleasurable hours on, up, or against any available surface.
"That I can't believe after five years of asking, you finally agreed to live with me." Ashley gave Spencer her "I'm-so-happy-pinch-me-so-I-know-I'm-not-dreaming" smile.
"Well, the first time doesn't really count." Spencer laughed.
"Oh, come on, why not? I meant it." Ashley took a drink of her ice tea and set it down on the coffee table, making sure to place it on a coaster.
"Um, let's see, I can't decide if it was the fact that you asked me to live with you, at my high school graduation, in front of my parents or the fact you seriously expected me to live with you in the loft, with no doors on the bedrooms, with your sister living there as well." Spencer rolled her eyes, having explained this for the thousandth time over the years. "Sweetie, I know we can be adventurous but really, having your sister walk in on us is not an experience I ever want to have again. Four times was quite enough to mortify me for this lifetime. Anyways, you are the least quiet person I've even known during sex."
"Oh, really? And how many other people's volume levels do you know during sex?" Ashley quirked an eyebrow at her now blushing girlfriend.
"Oh, quit it, you know what I mean." Spencer playfully smacked her girlfriend on the shoulder. "And it's not like Kyla was especially quiet whenever she had over night guests."
"Ok, ew, sorry I brought it up." Ashley scrunched her face up in disgust trying to block out all the nights she'd had to turn her Ipod up to drown out the noises coming from her sister's bedroom.
Spencer laughed, a sound that still warmed Ashley's heart after all these years, it was one of her favorite sounds. "Aww, I'm sorry, baby, but you started it." Spencer leaned over, kissing away Ashley's fake pout.
One thing lead to another, as they often did with the two of them. Ashley was straddling Spencer on the (fake) leather couch, her hands exploring the soft skin under Spencer's tank top. She softly bit the blonde's bottom lip, now this was more like what she had imagined their first weekend being like.
She was kissing her way down Spencer's collarbone, moving her hands up to cup the full breasts she loved, when she felt Spencer place her hands on her shoulders and gently push her away.
Ashley couldn't help the groan of frustration that escaped.
"Ash, we can pick this back up later, but we still have a ton of unpacking to get back to." Spencer's looked imploringly at her frustrated girlfriend.
"Aww, but Spence, can't we take just a short break?" Ashley whined, not wanting to move from her favorite spot of lying on top of Spencer.
"Please, we both know it would be anything but a short break…especially if you keep doing that thing you're doing right now…" Spencer breathed out as Ashley expertly nip at her earlobe, running her tongue along the spot just behind Spencer's ear that drove the blonde crazy.
Ashley just smirked as she continued to tease the younger girl, pulling out all her little tricks because, really, making love to Spencer on the (fake) leather couch on their first day in their new home was a far more enjoyable activity than unpacking.
Ashley could feel Spencer's resolve rapidly slipping as she slipped her hands into the waistband of her girlfriend's shorts. She lightly ran her nails along the smooth skin along Spencer's hips, all the while continuing her assault on the blonde's ear. Spencer let out a light moan, her hands moving under Ashley's t-shirt, as she kneaded the tight muscles of her girlfriend's back.
"MMMmm…Spence…" Ashley moaned into Spencer's ear as the younger girl adjusted herself so that one of her toned thighs was pressing in just the right way against Ashley's sensitive center.
Finally, fully giving in to the fact that there would be no more unpacking for the rest of the afternoon, Spencer ran her hands up Ashley's back and in one fluid, well practiced move, had Ashley's shirt laying in a crumpled pile on the floor, soon followed by the lacy red bra the older girl had been wearing.
Ashley was sure that her lips hadn't moved from the spot on Spencer's neck that she had been lavishing with attentive kisses, licks and nips… and she was pretty positive that her hands had never left the soft skin of the blonde's hips but yet there she was completely naked from the waist up… it never ceased to amaze her how Spencer seemed to do that. In fact, very few things about Spencer failed to amaze the brunette.
With a quickness that left Ashley partially stunned, Spencer flipped them over, so that she was now on top of Ashley, her leg still pressed deliciously perfect against the brunette's now aching center. Ashley knew the (fake) leather couch was big but really, how Spencer had managed to flip their position without sending them both to the floor was truly a skill worthy of the most skillful Zen Master.
Spencer only smirked at the dumbfounded look on the brunette's face as she leaned down, taking a perfect nipple into her warm mouth, swirling her tongue over the hardened bud. Hips moved with the grace of synchronized swimmers as Spencer continued to suck on the perky nipple while lightly rubbing and pinching the other.
Ashley ran her hands up Spencer's side, causing the slender girl on top of her to momentarily giggle into the flesh of Ashley's breast. A grin spread across Ashley's face, loving how adorable her lover could be, while still maintaining her sex appeal.
Trying to slip the blonde's shirt over her head as fast as Spencer had removed Ashley's, she instead ended up getting it stuck on Spencer's chin. They both laughed as Spencer worked herself out of the garment. Ashley grabbed it from her hands as soon as the younger girl's head was free and with a glare at the offending T-Shirt, she threw it across the room.
"Aww, don't worry, baby, not everyone can be as smooth as me." Spencer teased, as a light blush was subsiding on the brunette's tan skin.
"Whatever…your head is just abnormally large…It's like Pumpkinhead or something…" Ashley deadpanned.
Spencer just rolled her eyes, barely hiding her smile, Ashley's ego really was easily bruised. With a mischievous glint in her bright blue eyes, she started to untangle her limbs from her girlfriend and started getting up.
"Hey, wait, where do you think you're going? We're kind of in the middle of something here." A hint of panic laced the brunette's words as she reached out to pull Spencer back on top of her.
"I was just going to take my abnormally large Pumpkin head out of your sight, wouldn't want to scare you or anything." Spencer sarcastically replied.
"What? No, I didn't say it was scary…" Ashley pulled her not very reluctant girlfriend back down on top of her, their bare breast pushing into each other. She gently held the sides of Spencer face as she kissed her, letting all her love wash through to the other girl. They both finally pulled apart, needing air.
Ashley brushed her lips against Spencer's, "Besides, I like pumpkins, they're cute." She teased, mumbling the words quietly against Spencer's lips.
Spencer's only response was another eyeroll while gently swatting Ashley's shoulder. She dipped her head down for another searing kiss while her hands pushed the brunette's shorts down passed her knees.
Ashley lifted her hips up, allowing the blonde to get her shorts off the rest of the way, the movement caused her heated center to come into contact with Spencer's, causing both girls to gasp in pleasure.
Spencer ran a two long, slender fingers over the silky outside of Ashley's thong, causing the girl beneath her to shudder in anticipation. Spencer ran her tongue down Ashley's collarbone, stopping to place wet kisses on the smooth tan skin.
"Ugghhh… please... Spence…don't tease…" Ashley moaned as Spencer lazily traced the outside edge of the thin material still covering Ashley's wet core.
"Shh, patience, baby." Spencer whispered as she continued her downward ascent, still running her tongue long Ashley's body, stopping to lightly bite those hard abs she loved. Her hands were drawing patters on the inside of the older girl's thighs and she was quite surprised at the restraint that Ashley was showing but not rushing things along, as she could tell her girlfriend was more than ready.
For her part, Ashley was just trying to enjoy the sensation of Spencer's soft lips and warm tongue all over her body, her hands were tangled up in blonde hair as she tried to calm the raging inferno the younger girl had started deep within her. Past experience had taught her how to draw their love making out and they were definitely making love at that moment. This wasn't just a quickie born out of lust or just a roll on the (fake) leather couch to relieve stress, no, this was them physically showing their love to each other in the way that came most naturally to them.
"God, I love you so much, Spencer." Ashley said, her voice low and husky. She massaged Spencer's scalp, while running her hands through the silky hair under her fingertips.
Spencer looked up from where she had been running her tongue over Ashley's bellybutton ring. Her bright blue eyes a familiar darker shade as they met darker brown ones, an adoring smile on her face. "I love you, too, Ash, always."
She would never admit it to anyone but deep down, Ashley was a sentimental kind of girl and she wanted hers and Spencer's first time in their new home to be special, not rushed. She wanted to feel every second of it and burn it into her memory, the way the (fake) leather felt against her bare skin, the way Spencer smelled of apple shampoo, ocean air and that unique Spencer smell, the way Spencer's skin tasted slightly salty from moving all day, the way Spencer moaned as she paid attention to every inch of Ashley's skin with her tongue, lips and teeth.
Ashley felt as if her heart could burst from the happiness she was feeling, at the overwhelming love she felt for the girl who was…wait…
'Oh. My. God.' was Ashley's last coherent thought as she felt Spencer's teeth graze the top of her thong. Everything after that was just a jumble of groans, and half cried out words.
Taking the lacy trim between her teeth, Spencer slowly pulled the silky material down, inhaling the musky aroma that was Ashley's. She rubbed the tip of her nose over the electrified bundle of nerves as she continued to work the thong off, smiling to herself as she felt the brunette slightly lift her hips up to subtlety speed up the process.
Unable to handle being that close and not tasting Ashley, Spencer whipped the thong off the rest of the way, tossing it to the side where it landed on top of the potted plant her mother had given them as a house warming gift.
Spencer gently ran a finger between the wet folds in front of her, just barely touching the hot center that begged for entrance. She ran her finger all the way up, brushing against the hardened nub at the top, causing Ashley to hiss in pleasure.
Running her finger back down, Spencer entered Ashley's wet core, once, then slowly pulled back out, re-entering her lover with two fingers, while drawing circle's around the center of nerves.
Ashley's back arched at the contact, feeling the familiar building rushing within her very soul. "Spppeeeennnncccceeeee….ooohhhhh….Goooddddd."
Spence continued her ministrations, speeding up the steady rhythm she was keeping, only to slow it down whenever she felt the brunette getting close.
Ashley's head rolled back, incoherent moans loudly coming from her mouth as her mind spun with the most amazingly, wonderful, frustration. Each time Spencer would slow down only to speed back up, the building wave within her built up more and more intense each time.
After about the fourth time of bring Ashley to the edge only to slowly bring her back down, Spencer knew Ashley wouldn't be able to handle much more so when she felt her lover ready to go over the edge one more time, she sucked hard on the bundle of nerves she had been teasing, while pushing deep inside her girlfriend, curling her fingers to push on the spot that sent Ashley flying over the edge, body shaking, with a loud moan as her warm walls closed tightly around Spencer's talented fingers, coating them with her essence.
Ashley was shaking as the waves still continued to crash over her. She felt Spencer slide her fingers until only the tips where still inside of her. Her breathing was heavy as she tried to catch her breath from one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced, only to feel another powerful wave quickly start over taking her as Spencer ran her tongue down her wet folds, twirling it along the overly sensitive skin around her opening, gently tasting all of her flavor.
She felt herself fall over the cliff before she realized it was happening as Spencer pushed three fingers deeply into to her. She could have sworn Spencer touched her very soul. She saw white spots in front of her eyes that quickly turned to the bluest blue she had ever seen.
Spencer moved up Ashley's body, kissing her deeply while keeping her fingers inside until the brunette came down.
Even though her arms felt like wet noodles, Ashley managed to wrap them around Spencer, holding her close. Her whole body hummed, while the occasional tremor as she held the blonde tight, wanting not even a centimeter of space between them.
Spencer's face was buried into the crook of Ashley's neck, taking in the cinnamon scent of her chestnut curls. She could feel her girlfriend's heart thumping hard, but steady against her own. This was Spencer's favorite place to be, wrapped safely, lovingly, within Ashley's arms.
"Wow, Spencer…baby, that was…amazing…you're amazing…" Ashley slightly grimaced at her inability to articulate her feelings but her brain was still trying to catch up after what it had just experienced.
Spencer smiled into Ashley's neck. Most people would be stunned to see the Great Ashley Davies reduced to a mumbling mess of goo but Spencer loved the fact that she was the only one who was able to produce such a state from the sexy brunette.
No matter how many times they'd had sex, and really it was a lot, like more than Ashley thought was possible given that there were only 24 hours in the day and they didn't spend them all in bed, still no matter how many times and how many different ways they had sex, made love or just fucked, it always felt as incredible as the first time.
At first, Ashley had worried, often hearing whispers about "lesbian bed death" and whether or not she would ever be able to stay faithful to just one person, no matter how much she loved that person, for the rest of her life, because she knew beyond a doubt that she wanted to be with Spencer forever.
The first year she figured everything was still too new for the dreaded LBD to strike, besides, Spencer was still living with her parents, so that always kept things interesting. The sneaking in the blonde's house late at night, trying to keep the surprisingly loud Spencer quiet so that they didn't wake her parents just down the hall… All the new discoveries they made on what the other one liked, what made each of them moan in ecstasy or almost burst into flames from embarrassment, yeah, the first year was anything but boring.
Despite the few months they had broken up due to Ashley's immaturity, they had eventually gotten back together because really, neither of them worked well without the other.
The second year carried on mostly like the first, only Spencer left for college, which meant that they saw less of each other, but yet still, Ashley was far from bored, everyday with Spencer seemed to bring even more happiness and love than the one before. Even when they got into their little tiffs with one another, Ashley never once thought about straying or ending things, she would sooner give up oxygen than the blonde that held her heart.
By the third year, she was convinced that at any moment everything would collapse around her because, really, she had never heard of two people still being so much in love with each other like her and Spencer. They still got comments from people thinking they were a new couple. Most didn't believe that they had been together for years at that point. They couldn't keep their hands off each other, had a habit of just staring at each other with matching goofy grins and their sex life had gotten even more active since Ashley had rented the brownstone by Spencer's campus.
When the fourth year rolled around, Ashley was terrified that Spencer would meet some attractive, intelligent, sweet co-ed that would sweep Spencer off her feet while Ashley was out touring to promote her second album. She had been gone a lot that year because she had her first semi-hit on college radio. Her label immediately sent her out on a four month tour of college campuses to gain more momentum for the up and coming singer.
Ashley fears were quickly laid to rest within the first week of her being gone when Spencer had called her up, initiating what had to have been the hottest phone sex ever. Over the course of her tour, Ashley would get hot and bothered just hearing her girlfriend's ringtone. And much to Ashley's shock and then delight, her innocent little Spencer had introduced her to the joys of cybersex, complete with a webcam. Despite the distance between them almost not a single night went by while Ashley was on tour that she didn't speak or see Spencer online. While it might not have been the sex life they were accustomed to, it worked while they were apart. Besides, they more than made up for it when Ashley returned, Spencer missed quite a few classes that week.
It was now going on their fifth year together and Ashley firmly believed that Lesbian Bed Death was just a horror story started by the religious right to try and scare girls away from having relationships with other girls. And she couldn't believe she'd ever thought that Spencer Carlin, the most sexy, loving, fantastic, and, at times, kinky, girl ever wouldn't be enough to satisfy her lusty libido. Sometimes, she worried if she was enough for Spencer.
After a few more minutes of just laying there, holding each other in comfortable silence, Ashley returned from her thoughts of the past and turned her head to look at Spencer, her brown eyes shining and lively. "Hey, baby?"
"Yeah?" Spencer asked contently.
"We really have to do something about the amount of clothes you're wearing." Ashley smirked while arching one well sculpted brow. "Like, now."
Spencer shrieked with laughter as Ashley tried to flip them over on the couch, so that she was on top of Spencer, but instead of copying the blonde's move from earlier, they ended up in a tangle of limbs on the carpet.
"I meant to do that." Ashley shrugged while Spencer continued to laugh.
"Sure, you did, baby, sure you did."
"No, really, I need more room for what I'm about to do to you." Spencer's laughter quickly turned into moans of pleasure as Ashley began lowering Spencer's shorts, following the denim material with her mouth, her lips leaving goosebumps in their wake.
They spent the rest of the afternoon, rolling around on their new carpet, the unpacking completely forgotten as they got lost in each other, as they so often did. This time though, they didn't have to worry about roommates, or parents, or siblings, or anything else this time and for many many more times to come. Because this time, they were finally able to make love in a place they were making their own home.
Later on, they started to dose off, completely sated and spent, the sun was setting, as they cuddled on the (fake) leather couch. Spencer couldn't remember a time feeling more at peace, more content and filled with a sense of happiness as she was at that moment.
"Ash, I love you." Spencer whispered, her voice thick with sleepiness.
Ashley pulled the blonde tighter against her bare skin and placed a kiss on her temple. "I love you, too, Pumpkinhead."
