Ashley sat anxiously bouncing her foot as she listened to Margie recite Mr. Lincoln's famed address. Some how it seemed insufferably longer than when she had said it. The 50 minutes drug on longer than if Mrs. Hagan had actually been lecturing. The blonde in front of her squirmed in her seat making Ashley smirk.
"Class is almost over," she whispered into her ear.
Shivers ran down the girls back, "shh."
"I'm telling you, straight home."
Spencer let out a long sigh.
"Then I'm gonna Gettysburg your address."
Spencer giggled.
"Miss. Carlin," the teacher called, "care to share with the class what's so funny?"
"No ma'am," her voice cracked.
"Then maybe you'd like to recite for us now?"
She nodded then made her way to the front of the class. She nervously fiddled with her hands. Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. Her breath was ragged. Ashley made a suggestive face that made her swallow hard.
"Miss Carlin, are you ok?"
"Ye-es," her voice cracked.
The class snickered, Ashley winked at her, she blushed profusely.
"Well then," Mrs. Hagan told her, "on you go."
Spencer nodded, took a deep breath and began. "Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal."
Ashley sat on her leg leaning forward and mouthed, "straight home."
Spencer stuttered for a moment. "Now-now-now,"
Ashley blew her a kiss, she then ploughed through the next sentence, "Now we are engaged in a great civil war testing whether that nation, or any nation, so conceived and so dedicated can long endure.
The bell sounding the end of the day caused her to jump.
"Ignore it," the teacher instructed.
Ashley rolled her eyes.
Spencer, taking a deep breath, slowly moved on, "We are met on a great battle field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live." Pausing, taking a deep breath she said, "It is all together fitting and proper that we should do this."
Ashley gave her a signal to go faster.
Spencer blushed hard, took a ragged breath and pressed on, "But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate-we can not consecrate-we cannot hollow- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far about our poor power to add or detract."
With those words Ashley made a suggestive hand gesture, causing the poor girl at the front to loose her train of thought. After some time she picked up again, "The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced."
Again, Ashley made a crude gesture, Spencer looked at her shoes plowing through the ending, "It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us-that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion-that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain-that this nation, under God, shall havea new birth of freedom-and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth."
The students grabbed their bags but before they could make it out the teacher said, "Review on Monday, mid-term on Tuesday, don't let me down."
Shakily Spencer returned to her desk to pack her bag.
"Make it fast Carlin,"
"Shut up, Ash."
"Miss. Carlin," the teacher said, "are you alright?
"Yes," she said not daring to look up.
"That was unusually not like you," the concern in her voice was hard to miss, "it was more like you," nor the disdain.
"She's been too worried about Chemistry," Ashley said, "I've been telling her all week she needs to pay just as much attention to US History, but she wouldn't listen."
"Uh, huh," the teacher said unconvinced.
"Should have listened to me Spence."
The girl blushed.
"Well, I hope to find your work next Tuesday to be far superior to this performance."
"Yes ma'am," Spencer said grabbing her bag and making a bee line for the door.
"Kids today," Ashley told the teacher shaking her head.
The teacher laughed, "I'm very pleased with your performance."
Grabbing her bags, not wanting Spencer getting to far ahead of her she said, "Yeah thanks see ya Monday."
She sprinted out the door, looked left and right. "Spencer!" She called. You're so not getting out of this, she thought as she sprinted down the hall.
Just as she was making the turn to the main hallway a hand reached out and grabbed her.
"What the, hey, what'd'ya--" two soft lips crashed into hers, as two soft hands slammed her against the wall in the janitors closet. Ashley groaned, breaking the kiss, "you better be my girlfriend."
Kissing her again fiercely, the blonde growled, "you were so hot up there."
Ashley moaned, cupping Spencer's face, "you're always hot."
Spencer's hands found their way to Ashley's bra strap. She unhooked it effortlessly, "I knew you could do it," she said between kisses.
"Oh god Spencer."
Spencer roughly pulled Ashley's shirt off, letting it fall on the floor. Ashley gasped as her bare back made hard contact with the concrete wall. Spencer kissed down Ashley's neck, biting and licking as her hands slowly slide down the brunette's abdomen.
In a low whisper, at the base of her lover's ear, Spencer whispered, "now it's your turn to shiver." Her sneaky hands unsnapped Ashley's jeans.
"Ooh, Spence--" Ashley moaned out as the blondes hand slide through her folds.
"I didn't know history made you so wet," she teased.
"Not—not history," she gasped as the blonde used her free hand to push her pants to the floor.
"What then?" Spencer teased.
"Y-y-you," she moaned loudly as Spencer slide a finger inside of her.
"Me what?" Spencer asked slowly removing said finger.
Ashley whimpered, "make me wet."
"Is that right?" Spencer asked as she teased circles around the girls clit.
Ashley moaned in response.
Sliding through her folds again Spencer said, "you turned me so on when you were up there." She began a slow thrusting motion with her index finger, occasionally swiping arcs over her hard nub. "I could barely sit through the rest of class." Spencer attached her mouth to Ashley's breast, running circles around her taut nipple.
The brunette's breath hitched.
Speeding her actions, Spencer spoke just above wetness she had created, "I wanted to fuck you right there on Mrs. Hagans desk."
Ashley's knees buckled at the feel of hot hair on her tender breast. Spencer reached around to support the girl as she pressed on the girl's nub for a moment. Ashley moaned loudly, "God are you trying to kill me?"
"Yes," she said simply, moving her hand the way she knew Ashley liked most. The way that would send Ashley over the edge.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," She chanted, her arms laying loosely on Spencer's shoulders. "Fuck, Spence." Her eyes closed and she scrunched up her nose in bliss.
The blonde smiled devilishly.
Ashley's breathing was shallow and rapid, her heart was pounding in her chest. "Getting, getting close," she managed.
Spencer's lips met Ashley's softly but passionately, she slid her tongue in and out of her mouth in time with that of her fingers. Ashley's entire body clinched for a moment before she came.
Spencer held her as her breathing and heart rate stabled.
When she was able, Ashley said, "consecrated and hollowed."
"What?" Spencer asked slightly confused.
"This ground," she panted. "We have consecrated, we have hollowed, this ground."
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