"Names?" The doorman asked, Peter Hastings sighed, "Really? We come here nearly every weekend and you're still asking me my name? Hastings, Peter Hastings." Toby looked up, even the ceiling was fancy, right now. He was way out of his comfort zone, Peter wanted to come to the Country Club to celebrate winning his latest case. Spencer recently had been distant from her family but had agreed to join them as long as she could bring Toby. They were seated, and before long Spencer and Toby had grown bored. All Veronica and Peter discussed were upcoming defense cases, and Melissa was glaring at Toby and stabbing her chicken so threateningly, he had to stay permanently leaning over towards Spencer. Spencer glanced up at Toby, she felt terrible for dragging him along, but since recently...since the night he had returned to Rosewood, she hadn't wanted him to go very far. It was that night that sparked this need off. Before, she had adored both touching him and feeling his touch, but now she loved it. With their first night together in mind, she blindly reached under the table, taking Toby's wrist lightly, she wrapped her fingers around it, bringing it over to rest on her thigh. Toby, who was sitting beside her, raised an eyebrow but didn't look over at her. Toby had noticed the change in her too, but he liked it. Wherever they were, whatever they were doing, they had to be touching in some way. Whereas before they were content with each others company. Stretching her hand over his, she continued to smile and nod occasionally at what her parents were saying, she guided his hand a little higher. He could feel the material of her skirt moving up towards her waist more and more. There was nothing he wanted more than to sneak a peek under the table at the view, but he restrained himself. He waited and waited but Spencer made no move to guide his hand any higher, so he took a bold step. Sliding his hand along her skin until he was just able to reach out and stroke the material of her panties with his fingertips. Spencer almost fell out of her seat, coughing a little to cover up her sudden movement. Pretending he was looking over his shoulder, he managed to get his head a little closer to her ear. "You started this, now I'm going to finish it," he whispered, his breath on her skin making her shiver. The material under his fingers was damp by now, and her thighs were hot. She felt the urge to squeeze her legs together but she didn't want to wind Toby up any further.
"Do you know what?" Toby said out of nowhere, "I would just love to hear just why Spencer wants to go to UPenn and how important it is to her," he grinned at first her parents, then at Spencer. Who glared at him, "Spencer? Tell Toby what this college means to you," her father encouraged. Spencer opened her mouth to talk, just as Toby inched his fingers under the material of her panties, giving her clit a quick pinch. Instead of words, a yelp escaped her mouth. "Oh you want to go there that much huh?" Toby asked, taking his fingers off of her clit, he ran his middle fingers along her lips, keeping his eyes on her face. "Spencer," her father urged her to start the story. "Well I um..I saw...um," she stumbled over her words, surprised she could even manage that much. "Actually I feel kind of queasy, I think I need to get some fresh air," Spencer said apologetically, shrugging at her parents. Shoving his hand off of her leg, she stood up from the table. "Toby." He glanced up at her, "I need you in case I start feeling faint," she said through gritted teeth. Toby let out a loud sigh, "Fine," he groaned, "We won't be long," Spencer said to her father who was already moving on with his conversation topic. He merely waved a hand in their direction. Spencer took the end of Toby's sleeve, dragging him into the lobby and then down the hall where the conference rooms were situated. He thought she was angry, and the way she was marching confirmed that she was. Yanking open a door, she stuck her head in, "Good," she commented, walking in. Toby frowned, following her willingly now. She reached around him, closing the door. "Uh Spence, I can't see," he pointed out. "You don't need to see, just feel," she breathed, he could tell she was close. "Wha-" He was cut off as she crushed her lips against his, her hands straight away pulling and tugging at the buttoned up shirt. "Woah, woah, woah," he pulled his head up so she couldn't reach his mouth. This didn't stop her, and she simply pressed her lips against his neck. "Are we in a janitor's closet?" He asked, not really expecting an answer from her right now. "Why is there so many buttons?" She hissed, he hadn't even noticed she had started to undo them. This recently revealed side of Spencer always amused Toby, when he had first met her he thought of her as being slightly uptight. He couldn't have been more wrong though. "Finally," she muttered, he was snapped out of his thoughts as she pushed his shirt off of his arms.
"Spencer, we're in the middle of dinner," he said, leaning against the wall. He wasn't about to leave though, not if she wanted to be here. Toby could feel her hands on his belt, he should really watch her more carefully, but he could barely see anything right now. Pulling the belt from the loops, she dropped that to the floor too, and set about unzipping his jeans, watching them slide to the floor. Setting a hand over his taut abdomen, she dropped to the floor, taking his boxers down with her other hand. Toby shifted from foot to foot as he felt the cold air hit him. Trailing her hand from his stomach to his hip, she pressed a kiss against his thigh. "What are you doing?" He asked, though he knew exactly what was about to happen. Adjusting her position on her knees, she daringly stuck her tongue out, touching the tip of his cock. It was enough to cause a groan to emit his mouth. Gripping his hip a little harder, she decided they didn't have time for her to tease him. Wrapping her lips around him, she slid her head down a couple of inches. Toby cursed under his breath, reaching out to locate her hair, pulling it off of her face. When she had asked him to come to the Country Club, he had not expected this, though with how frisky she had been lately, he should have known. She was so focused right now on pleasing him, she was pushing herself down further, attempting to take more of him into her mouth than she had ever managed before. He could feel her gag around him, "Spencer, don't," he said softly. "Stand up," he added, she didn't respond to him right away, keeping her hot mouth over his sensitive member for another few moments. Licking her lips, she stood up, smoothing his hands from his chest to his shoulders. "I don't think it's fair that I'm naked and you're fully clothed now, do you?" He asked, not waiting for an answer, he bent slightly, finding the hem of her skirt, tugging it down to join his on the floor. She wriggled happily, knowing what was happening now. Sliding his hands under the silk that made up her top, tapping her stomach lightly before edging the shirt over her head. She shivered as the cool air hit her breasts, with only one piece of clothing between them, he pulled her closer again. She could feel his now hardened cock resting against her stomach, she had been restless ever since she had placed his hand on her thigh. She also knew they didn't have long, but so did he. Hooking his fingers into the hem of her panties, he drew them down her legs, following them down. He kissed her stomach, just under her belly button, he blew cold air onto her center, making her legs tremble slightly. "Toby," she whined, he raised his eyebrows, more than amused now. Keeping down, he pushed her legs apart, holding onto her thighs tightly. Sliding a finger inside of her, he knew she was more than ready to take him. Standing up fully, she practically attacked him as he did so.
"Easy, easy," he chuckled, running his hands from her waist, round to the small of her back. Resting his lips against her cheek, he leaned down a little more, gripping her thighs and pulling her up. Spencer automatically locked them around his waist, she was going to kill him soon. Pulling her around a little, he held her away from him with one hand, positioning himself at her entrance with his free one. Despite her enthusiasm, she was still extremely inexperienced and he knew she would still probably feel some pain so he knew he had to go easy on her. "Ready?" He asked quietly. She rested her forehead on his shoulder, "More than," she said into the skin there. Easing himself inside of her, he marvelled at her warmth, the way she gripped onto him tightly. Spencer thought she would be able to manage without kissing him for a few moments, but it was proving impossible and he soon felt her mouth back against his. Pushing her tongue past his lips, she let it battle with his own as he moved both his hips and hers together. As soon as she got used to the pace, she ground into him after he pushed into her fully. A growl escaped his throat, and as soon as she heard it, she smiled against his mouth. "Toby," she moaned, lacing her fingers through where his hair met the nape of his neck. He was warm and he smelt so good, she was in ecstasy. She had to pull away from his mouth to steady her breathing, but it was a bad idea. As soon as he wasn't covering her mouth anymore, she let out a scream, it wasn't all that quiet either. Toby snapped his eyes open in shock, before laughing as best he could this turned on. The way she was tightening around him was telling Toby that she was close. Shamelessly, he moved his hands to her ass, pulling her against him harder, pushing into her with as much force as he could manage in this position. Spencer moved her mouth to his neck, biting down on the flesh there as her orgasm washed over her. There was no way they would get away with another scream like that. Feeling her tremble around him was enough bring him over the edge, as soon as she was done, she pulled herself away from him. Groaning at the loss of contact, dropping back onto her knees. Quickly covering him again as he released himself. Okay, she had never done this before and he didn't have any time to insist she not do it. Swallowing as much as she could, she cleaned him up quickly. He expected her to stand up for another kiss, but instead, she picked up his boxers and raised them back up his legs. Pulling up his jeans too, she handed him his belt and shirt. She stayed on the floor while she got dressed, standing back up, she let out a breath. Pushing his hands away from where he was doing up the buttons, she did them up herself. "I love you," she said, kissing his ear quickly. Opening the door, they both tumbled out into the corridor again. "How do I look?" She asked. "Hot," he replied. "Not what I meant, but thank you," she grinned, he reached out, taking her hand and pushing his fingers through hers. "How long have we been?" She looked up at him, "Too long," he replied. "Oh well, I'm not so hungry any more..." She squeezed his hand.