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Author's Note: I'm sorry about changing the rating. I wanted to be safe rather than sorry. I hope everyone found the story okay. Also, I don't write "sexy" very well. So I do my best, hope I don't disappoint
Chapter 12
While waiting for Spencer to arrive for the night Ashley cleaned her room. Her room honestly hadn't been that messy to begin with but she had to keep busy to keep her mind off of a soon-to-be-naked-in-her-bedroom-Spencer. Ashley went through everything in her head. She was prepared. She had brought up snacks and drinks so when Spencer arrived they wouldn't have to leave her room. She set out candles and even picked out a song. She didn't want to give Spencer any excuse to back out. Lastly Ashley put a chair in the middle of the room, because I want Spencer to be able to reach me from all angles.
Ashley was getting her striptease if it was the last thing she did.
That wasn't to say she wasn't freaking out about it. Just the thought of Spencer's body gliding over her own was enough to make Ashley's body tingle in excitement. And then she would slip off into her well worn Spencer fantasy and want to take care of that tingling herself. It was her goal though to wait for Spencer. She wanted to save it all for Spencer.
Spencer is taking her damn time though. Think non-sexy thoughts…Paula…Dr. Phil…that greasy guy who's always trying to look down my shirt at the store…
By the time Spencer burst into her room looking flushed, panting and angry Ashley had taken to watching medical shows on TV. She found nothing sexy about an open skull. But she found something very sexy about Spencer's outfit.
Oooh, Sister Spencer, I've been a very very naughty girl.
"Are you okay?" she forced herself to ask.
"Ashley, I'm up here," Spencer informed the girl. She pulled back her hair into a ponytail and fanned herself, trying to get Ashley to look at her face.
"Mmmhmm, but I'm enjoying my view thanks," Ashley responded keeping her eyes glued to quick rise and fall of Spencer's chest.
Striptease, striptease, striptease!
"My mom tried to get me thrown into some Straight Camp Ashley!"
Ashley's attention snapped up to Spencer's face. "What?" she cried jumping up. "Do we have to get you out of here?"
"No, calm down. I was just trying to get your attention," Spencer calmed her, sitting down on the couch and pulling Ashley back down with her.
"Okay, color me confused. So your mom didn't try and ship you off?"
"No, she did, but took care of it. I drew a line. Because of you, because you make me stronger and feel so sure of myself. Because if you love me then I refuse to be any less than what you see," Spencer told her, reaching out to tuck a strand of Ashley's hair back.
Ashley suddenly felt shy but still proud of Spencer. She grinned and crinkled her nose, feeling there was really nothing she needed to say.
Spencer continues instead. "I just wish she could just love me enough to accept you as well. We're Spashley now, and I just wish she could be happy for me," Spencer's voice choked up at the end and Ashley took her in her arms and held her.
Striptease, striptease, striptease!
"I'm sorry baby," she held her tight for a few minutes, but then couldn't help but ask, "So how long do I have to comfort you before it wouldn't be too self absorbed of me to ask about my striptease?"
Spencer pulled out of her embrace laughing. "I did promise you something like that didn't I?"
Ashley put on her best puppy dog face and nodded.
"You know I've never done anything like this before right? I mean, I don't know how good I'll be at it."
"Spence, believe me, I've watched you move. You can do this."
"Also, let it be known that I dressed to see my mother today. There's no sexy underwear under this."
Ashley leaned in and gave Spencer a deep kiss, her tongue gently teasing her lips. Pulling away she said in a low voice, "Believe me, by the time you get to your underwear, I'll just want to rip off your body anyway."
Ashley jumped off the couch and started to light the candles. "You just relax Spence. I already think you're the sexiest thing on this planet. You won't disappoint me." She finished lighting the candles and dimmed the rest of the lights in the room. The last thing she did was start the music, putting Sade's "Please Send Me Someone to Love" on repeat.
"I picked a slow song so you could take your time and just be comfortable," Ashley said, but when she turned back around Spencer already had her eyes closed, swaying gently to the music. With eyes refusing to tear away from her body, Ashley found her chair and sat down with a moan.
Still with her eyes closed Spencer reached up and pulled the band out of her hair, letting the hair fall onto her shoulders. The blonde locks cascaded across her head, falling across her face only to be pushed away by a sleek hand. Ashley thought the candlelight made Spencer's hair look more beautiful than she had ever seen it.
Spencer opened her eyes and gave her a sweet smile, slowly swaying over and grabbing Ashley's hands. She put them on her hips, letting them feel the sway before closing her eyes again.
"I like this song," she whispered.
Ashley just swallowed and nodded though there was no way Spencer could have seen it. She tightened her hands on the hips in front of her and let herself feel the graceful movement. Ashley lost herself to the feeling of the material of the skirt that was the only thing between her hands and Spencer's flesh.
Eventually Spencer moved away and her hands slowly went to her shirt. Ashley caught her eyes and couldn't look away as she unbuttoned the top three buttons. Ashley felt herself grin like an idiot at the sight of Spencer's lacy bra. But then Spencer shook her head and her hands dropped down.
Ashley didn't have time to feel disappointed though as she realized those hands were now slowly pulling up her skirt and giving Ashley a very nice view of her shapely legs. When Spencer turned around and Ashley caught a quick glimpse of her ass, she thought she honestly died.
She cleared her throat. "You're losing the strip part of this striptease, Spence."
Spencer just winked at her, never once losing her flow. She shook her head and went back to unbuttoning her shirt so slowly Ashley felt she was losing her mind.
Slow song! You had to give her a slow song? Bad idea there Ash. She will use this to her benefit.
When the shirt was finally unbuttoned, Spencer turned around again and slowly slid it down her shoulders. Ashley watched as silky smooth shoulders appeared, followed by an equally smooth and sexy back. The shirt fell to the floor and Spencer turned to face her. Ashley just soaked it all in…how her whole body just seemed to fit together, from the curves of her hips, to her stomach, to the curves of her breasts. In fact, her whole body seemed made for Ashley's hands. Or so her hormones were telling her.
As Spencer slowly walked towards Ashley her own hands traced from her still covered thighs up her body, covering her stomach sensually, slowly over her chest with a smile of satisfaction, and finally to her neck. Ashley desperately wished those were her hands. One hand then went to the same spot on Ashley's neck, her finger tips running down to the top of Ashley's breasts, and then back up as Spencer walked around behind Ashley's chair.
Ashley's dropped her head back with a moan, missing Spencer's touch just as much as the sight of her. A piece of material fell on Ashley's face and she pulled off to see it was the black skirt. With a grin of anticipation she watched as Spencer sauntered back into her view. Ashley felt her jaw drop but she had lost all ability to pick it up off the floor. Her stomach somersaulted in joy and she squeezed her legs together a bit.
As Spencer once again swayed and slowly spun in front of Ashley, Ashley just tried to memorize every bit of skin. She bit her lip as the flickering of the candles highlighted the girl's stomach. Her back and shoulders led right into the sleek neck Ashley already adored. And her legs, oh god those legs, led all the way up to the curve of her butt in such a way that Ashley wanted to travel them with her hands and tongue for the rest of her life. Spencer's lips were slightly parted and occasionally her tongue would dart out and moisten those lips. Ashley loved that tongue. And Spencer knew it.
She is so cheeky! And if I could find my vocal chords I would tell her.
Spencer reached around Ashley's head and steadied her body on the chair then lifted on leg onto the chair. This left her body, and all of its assets, right in Ashley's eye line. Spencer took off her shoe and stocking, then shifted to do the same with the other foot, being sure to rub against Ashley as she did so. Ashley found herself uncomfortable in the chair all of a sudden. Her body was beyond her control and it was reacting to all that was Spencer. If she had been the one stripping there would have been no hiding her arousal, it was soaked through.
Spencer finally proceeded to sit in Ashley's lap, her lips finding Ashley's ear. "You haven't said anything in awhile."
"I think I might have swallowed my tongue."
Spencer's eyes found hers, clearly reflecting her own passion. "What?"
"Don't expect me to be coherent. You're sitting on my lap and clearly as turned on by this as I am. That makes my brain go bye bye."
Spencer threw back her head and laughed. It was the sweetest sound Ashley had ever heard.
"You know Ashley, you can touch me," she winked, taking Ashley's hands and following the path her own hands had taken earlier. Her thighs, this time up her back, then back around to her breasts. Ashley moaned with the realization that all of Spencer was as smooth as it looked.
With a gleam in her eye that Ashley had never seen before, Spencer pulled Ashley's shirt off.
"I know you're new at this, so maybe I should tell you that in a striptease you don't get to strip the other person."
"Shhhh," Spencer whispered, putting her finger tips to Ashley's lips. When Ashley opened her mouth again to say something more Spencer's lips silenced her this time.
Ashley's hands again found Spencer's back, this time without any help. She pulled her closer, feeling Spencer's skin rubbing against her own. Then her hands traveled down to her ass, squeezing and then pushing Spencer farther up onto her lap. Spencer's hands went running through Ashley's hair and then slowly down her back. Ashley felt her nails as they lightly scratched her. The kiss deepened with Spencer's tongue moistening Ashley's lips. With a moan Ashley allowed her to probe deeper.
When she pulled back Ashley almost cried out. The look in her eyes must have expressed her disappointment because Spencer just smiled again, her gorgeous eyes dilated, and said, "Shhh, just let me love you."
She then began to rub her hands over Ashley's upper body. From her shoulders to the tips of her fingers. From the base of her head to where her jeans were. They even slipped under her bra, caressing her breasts, finger running in between, but expertly only circling Ashley's nipples. Spencer's hands gently woke up all of the nerve endings in Ashley's body. Parts of Ashley's body that she had never even used for sex before felt alive and ready for Spencer's touch. Her eyes drifted shut of their own accord and her head fell back in bliss.
Spencer took that as an offer and her lips found corner of her jaw and slowly kissed down to her pulse point, sucking at it for a minute. Then those lips continued their path downward to Ashley's heart. Spencer turned her head to rest against that spot, apparently listening to Ashley's heartbeat. She brought Ashley's hand to her lips, kissing her wrist at the pulse point before taking the tip of her index finger into her mouth and gently flicking at it with her tongue.
Am I drooling? I think I might be drooling.
"You know that's yours right?" Ashley managed to croak out. "My heart I mean."
"I know," Spencer said back, her voice thick. Ashley never would have been able to recognize that voice if she hadn't just watched the girl speak.
When Spencer stood up those nerve ending felt the loss that was almost painful. But then she reached out her hand, "Take me to bed Ashley."