Author's Note
Luckily for me, and you guys, my friend is home today. Therefore, you get an update. She is going somewhere tomorrow and will be gone for several days, so I don't know when the next update will be available. Sex involving underage teens makes me squeamish. Spencer and Ashley aren't underage in this fic...
In The Sun
Chapter 10
By Persephone's Nautical Nun
- Spencer -
The doorknob dug roughly into my back when I was pressed against it after moving into Ashley's room. Her lips were on mine, but her hands were everywhere else. I had never felt this way before. This was a pleasure beyond any language known to man.
I let out a moan from deep inside me as nails grazed along my stomach, pulling my shirt over my head. My lips felt cold for a moment as the garment was lifted off, but the warmth of Ashley's mouth quickly settled back onto my lips.
Lips moved to my neck, gently sucking and biting as I felt fingertips fumble with the buttons on my pants. I pry her hands away, not ready for that just yet. It'll happen tonight, but I'm in no hurry. Ashley doesn't like being told what to do, though, and it's not long before my hands are pinned above my head, as her kisses move to my collarbone, tugging at the strap of my bra with her teeth.
I press my body further into hers, trying for all the contact I can get. Touching has become ultra sensitive, and I'm taking full advantage of it. Somehow, I've managed to free my hands from above my head and they've found her cheeks, forcing her mouth back to mine hard. Ashley allows me the upper hand for a few minutes, giving me enough time to back her onto the bed and straddle her hips, my hands finding the hem of her shirt and pushing it up, revealing her stomach to me.
I stop for a moment to take in the sight before me the best I can in the dimly lit room. My fingers brush over the contours of her perfect abdomen. I watch as it rises and falls with her breathing. She breathes like a musician, drawing air in from her stomach instead of her chest, like most people. I lean down and place gentle kisses along the center of her stomach, smiling as the flesh shudders beneath my lips. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her arms move, and she is rising to take off her shirt.
I am found on my back, with a knee jammed between my legs, and I feel my hips grinding against the foreign limb of their own will. Nimble fingers are unfastening my pants, and soft lips are kissing trails down my stomach. I bury my fingers in her brown hair and pull her back up to me, needing to feel those lips on mine again.
When her fingers enter me, my body arches off the bed, but she stops what she's doing. With her free hand, she smooths the hair out of my face and traces the outline of my lips. "Are you okay?" she asks, and I'm overcomee with emotion. I seem to have forgotten how to speak, so instead I begin moving my hips against her hand and pull her down for a kiss. She doesn't seem to need another answer as she begins to move inside me.
In my hazed state, I'm filled with the need to touch her. After several moments of searching, my hand finds its way between her legs. I'm hesitant, never having done this before, but the amazing pleasure she's giving me tells me to move my hand forward, and my fingers are washed with the warm wetness from Ashley. I begin to copy her movements as her hips start moving with my hand and she moans onto my nipple as she nips at it with her teeth.
When I cam, I felt her body spasm in my arms and knew that she had reached her climax as well. She collapsed on top of me, head in the crook of my neck, and my name whispered from her lips. After a few moments of breathing, she repositioned herself so we were both comfortable, but where she was still wrapped up in me.
---South-Of-Nowhere---
- Ashley -
We didn't stay in each other's arms for long. I couldn't stay there. Something in the back of my mind told me this was wrong. When she has fallen asleep, I gently untangle myself from her and make my way to the bathroom.
I flick on the light and look at my reflection in the mirror. I take in my disheveled hair, and smudged lipstick. I look down at my hands, fingers slightly curved, and remember where they've been. I look back up at my face, and it's then that the magnitude of what I've just done hits me head on.
I just slept with Spencer when she was coked up.
This wasn't good. I mean, sleeping with Spencer was incredible, but the circumstances in which it happened left much to be desired. This meant that everything was physical. At least for her. I remember when she touched my hand in the woods towards the beginning of the semester, and how flustered I got by it. She always seemed collected when it came to physical things, but once the coke hit her system and made her want to touch things, it was like she was a different person.
I had no idea what any of this mean, anymore. I tried so hard to keep her from all of this, but I failed. The only option for me that i saw, was to simply be with her for as long as she wants me.
But, how can she want me if she doesn't know what she wants?
I can't stand to look at myself anymore, so I opt for taking a shower. I turn the water all the way to hot, and try to burn all of the negative out of me. It doesn't work. I watch my skin redden as the hot water slides down my body.
My thoughts wander again to Spencer, and how I've corrupted yet another innocent, and I punch at my thighs in frustration. It's not long before I sink to the floor of the shower, the water cascading onto me, letting my tears come like blows.