Spencer sat in the arm chair he had just bought. He twiddled a pen in his hand.
"Carly! Carly!" shouted Sam from outside the door.
"I'm a comin', kiddo!" answered Spencer, opening the door. Sam burst in and pushed him aside.
"Yo, Carls!" she yelled. She turned around and saw Spencer, who she'd just knocked on the floor. "Oh, sorry Spence," Sam frowned. "You know, there's something about you that makes me..."
"Makes you what?" asked Spencer.
"Want to do this!" giggled Sam, then kissing Spencer intensely on the lips. She dipped her hands into his underwear. Spencer grabbed her tightly, but then stopped.
"What are you doing?" he asked, disgusted that Sam would do that. She is 18, so it's legally fine, but still... thought Spencer. Sam kissed Spencer again, a bit more passionately this time. "Please, stop!" cried Spencer.
"I know what you've been thinking recently, Spence!" purred Sam. "I've seen the way you've looked at me!" She pushed Spencer over on to the sofa. Eventually, he gave up and embraced the feeling. He loved it.
