Chapter 13 up and runnin'!
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Less then a week ago, Ash had been pretty annoyed that Arthur Carlin hadn't wanted to spend any time with his daughter. Today, however, she had no problem taking a couple of hours off of work to help Spencer get back into the villa.
Ash knew Carlin was working at it. as much as the young woman missed not having any time with Spence, she understood this was probably the last chance these two might have to build any kind of father-daughter relationship.
She was in Bakval in less than twenty minutes. Coming in through the courtyard, she saw no sign of her. It surprised her a little but she figured the blonde was reading or watching TV in the guesthouse.
Aruba was a hundred times safer than D.C., but habit made her lock the front door of the guesthouse. Ash knew exactly how Spencer was able to get inside the cottage. She hated sleeping with the air-conditioning on, so she always left the window open at night. She closed it every morning but, probably never locked it.
Ash unlocked the door and went in.
"Hello? Spencer?"
"I need help."
Deja vu all over again, the brunette thought.
Dropping her keys on a little table by the door, she walked toward the bedroom.
"Spencer?"
"In here."
"What are you doing?"
"Stop asking questions. Just get in here and help me."
"You're not naked are you?"
"Very funny. . ."
"Because, It's not like I haven't seen you naked before⦠all hot and wet. . . Glistening, I was so turned on that day"
"ASHLEY!"
Ash smiled. She pushed the door open slowly, still not knowing what to expect. The first thing Ash saw was the blonde's butt in the air. Her boy shorts(underwear) had the Cincinnati reds logo on each cheek. She was dangling upside down from the window, her legs caught by the sash. The rest of her disappeared behind the bed. She walked around and stared in disbelief, trying all the while to hold back her laughter.
Spencer's shirt had bunched around her chest. Most of her back was exposed. It was a very nice back. And beautiful legs. The brunette really liked the shape of her ass to. She was hot, no doubt about it. There was only one thing about her that she didn't like.
"I don't approve of your choice of baseball teams."
Spencer picked her head up, and the brunette couldn't hold her laughter in any longer. She'd used shoelaces from the other girls vans to hold together a couple dozen braids she'd woven in her hair. She was scowling at the older girl fiercely.
Ash tried to look serious. "Spencer, those are my running shoes, and all though I clean them weekly, do you know where those shoelaces have been?"
Ash was lucky she was out of the blonde's reach or she would have got hit by a flying shoe.
Spencer's neck ached when she looked up. Her back was frozen from being in this position, and Ash was totally entertained.
"Are you going to help me out of this or not?
"Not before I take some photos for the album. . . And the internet."
Spencer winged another one of Ash's shoelace-less sneakers at her. Unfortunately, she missed again.
"Ashley Davies, if you don't get me out of this window this minute. . .!"
Ash was still smiling as she came close. "Yeah? What?"
"You just wait."
"I'm real scared," she said, teasingly.
"Ash!"
"Hold on, hold on. I'm doing it." Putting one hand on the back of her thighs, Ash carefully opened the window with the other. Her toned softened. "It's going to hurt getting down."
Spencer's back felt like it was permanently molded into the arch position. And when Ash started lowering her legs, it hurt a lot. Ash was right there though, crouched on the floor next to her, massaging her lower back.
"Stay there. Try to stretch it slowly."
Spencer pressed her cheek against the tiled floor and pulled her knees slowly into her chest.
"I can't believe I did this. What an idiot."
Ash lifted the braids off her face. Some of them came out of the shoelace knot. She smiled down at the younger girl. "When you said you were accident prone, you weren't kidding were you?"
She shook her head. "Still having fun at my expense, huh?"
Ash put her hands up in self defense and sat on the floor. "I'm not, really."
The smile reached the brunettes eyes. She was lying. But Spencer was too happy to be released from her mid evil torture rack to complain too much. She knew she must have presented quite a picture.
Why did my father have to send you?"
Ash feigned offense. "You're not happy to see me? I'm happy to see you," she said in a light tone.
Spencer shook her head at the other girl, like she didn't believe a word she said. She sat up, ad all the blood drained from her head.
"Here, why don't you lean against me?" Ash said, serious now. "Take your time getting up."
Spencer really looked at her. Ash had on a striped blue and green women's tailored style dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, light blue skinny jeans and bright red pumps. Her hair was pulled up in a nice ponytail. As always, she looked and smelled wonderful. Her tan was nice and body. . .god only knows what wonders it must do. Spencer didn't even want to think of how she looked, herself. And her hair! At least she had a good excuse. Braiding it had kept her same while she'd been waiting.
Ash scooted around her and put an arm around her waist, pulling the blonde up on the bed back against her chest. Ash was laying against her bed post.
"Isn't that better?"
It's perfect, Spencer agreed, but she found her voice gone. The brunette had that effect on her. Ash made her think of doing things she never done before. Spencer turned her head around and gave Ash a quick peck on the cheek. "What do you have against the Cincinnati Reds?"
"I'm an angels fan."
"Too bad. And here, I thought I liked you."
Ash's other hand slid across her stomach as she growled in the blonde's ear. "Are you saying you don't like me?"
"That's the problem." She half turned in the older girl's arms and looked into her hazel eyes. "Despite your teasing, and being as slow as molasses in coming to my rescue, and the fact that you are so foolish choice in baseball teams. . .I like you a lot."
It was inevitable. Ash pushed her braids out of her face, and kissed her.
This time was different than the last time. Spencer knew what to expect. She knew what she wanted. Ash tasted like mint and smelled like spice. Such an exotic combination. As their mouths danced, she felt herself growing breathless. She threaded her fingers into the brunettes hair, encouraging her to deepen the kiss. When Ash slid her hand onto her breast, though, the blonde caught her wrist and tore her mouth free.
"Don't Ash, not yet," Spencer sighed. I haven't went that far yet. Not with a boy, and especially not with a girl. It's all to new for me." She started blushing lightly and cast her eyes downward.
Ash sat still for a moment, her forehead resting against the blondes for a couple of seconds. Then Ash caressed her hair, placed a kiss on the bridge of her nose. She cupped the blondes face and looked into her deep blue eyes.
"You know I like you, Spencer. I'm. . .very attracted to you. And you're right. This situation is way to comfortable. It's too easy for us to get carried away. I know that."
She nodded.
"We can take it slower. Any way you want to go. Whatever speed. Remember though," Ash smirked. "I'm just a horny, Spencer-craved lesbian."
Spencer was laughing like a madman. "I figured," the blonde replied. She didn't want to be a tease. "Ash, I feel more comfortable with you than anyone else I've met in a long time, maybe ever. But it's only been six days."
"Not six days. Fifteen years. You cast your spell on me that long ago."
Spencer smiled. "That skinny dipping did it, huh?"
"Damn right. But of course, the hair was what knocked me off my feet today." She raised the shoelaces and looked critically at her braiding job.
"You're making fun of me again."
"Me? Never."
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They lied down on Ash's bed for about a half hour. All was silent, but not the awkward kind. It was a peaceful type of quietness. They were simply enjoying each others company. Ash was spooning Spencer and every now and then, she would kiss the younger girl's shoulder, or hair, anywhere that was Spencer.
"Spence? Spencer? You awake?"
"Mhmm"
Ash got up, pulling the other girl to her feet.
Spencer truly appreciated what Ash was doing for her. Giving her the choice. Not getting mad and walking out. . .the way Jack did.
It was an impulsive gesture, but she didn't care. She wrapped her arms around the slim brunette and gave her an affectionate hug. "Thank you."
Ash returned the hug, molding them together. "But I cant do it alone. You have to help."
Spencer kissed her lips and pressed her palms into the older girl's chest. She looked into her hazel eyes. God, they were so exotic. "How?"
As shook her head and smiled. "You don't even realize it Spencer, but you're incredibly hot."
"I am not," she said with a laugh.
"Don't argue, just take notes."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Number one, no standing around naked in your bathroom and asking me to come in."
"I didn't do that on purpose!" Spencer started to explain, but then decided against it. "Deal."
"No walking around the villa in a skimpy t-shirt and boy shorts."
"I was wearing a robe," she said in her own defense.
Ash gave her the look again.
"Fine, fine. I'll wear my nun's habit when I know you're coming over."
"And no climbing through the window of my bedroom. You can use the door."
Spencer lightly punched her in the shoulder, but didn't move out of the circle of her arms. "You're making it sound as if I had an ulterior motive."
"The problem is, whatever motive you had, I'm happy to buy into it. So if you want me to keep my hands to myself, don't do it."
"Anything else, mighty lawgiver?"
Ash nodded. "The hair. The new style really does it for me. Especially the shoelaces. There's something very raw and primitive about it. It makes me want to-"
'That's it. You've really lost it. It must be too much Aruban sun. I knew it gave you such an amazing tan, but I never thought it caused brain damage." She took Ash by the arm and started toward the door. "By the way, you better have a key to the villa because I have to get ready to go to work. I'm already late."
"And if I don't have a key?" Ash raised one eyebrow.
"Its on our key chain. I've seen it." She grabbed the keys by the door and stepped out into the courtyard. She pointed to the two likely candidates. "Its one of these two."
"How about if neither one works?"
Ash was daring her, teasing. She stood, facing the brunette on the brick pathway, meeting the other girls challenge. She leaned in close to Ash and stood on her tip toes to where their noses touched. "Then I guess all bets will be off. I'll have to spend the rest of the summer in the guesthouse looking like this."
Spencer shrieked as the taller girl snatched the keys out of her hand and threw them over her shoulder.
Ash smirked. "You're on."
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