I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to add another chapter. I just didn't prepare at all to write this story. I just decided to on a whim, but it is based on my last relationship. The names are just changed to fit with Spashley. Thank you all of those who have stuck it out so far. And I can't remember all those that reviewed, but yes Spencer was on her period, but she had a tampon in. That may not justify it to some of you but that's just how the story happened lol.

Chap 3

I finished getting dressed, gave her a kiss and she said "text me when you make it home." Then I left, smile on my face that mirrored the one on hers. The drive to my place was quick due to Spencer's fun and flirty messages entertaining me. I'm so glad that she wasn't being weird or awkward with me after the night we had. I definitely had a great time with her tonight and hope that there a plenty more to come.

Me: "so did you enjoy yourself tonight? Like are you okay with everything that happened?"

Spencer: "yeah :) I actually already told my boyfriend about it lol"

Me: "haha oh you did? And what did you tell him? What's his name anyway? Lol"

I really feel like I should know his name already. I guess I just didn't think to ask when I had her soft, smooth skin underneath me. Mmm, I keep zoning out thinking about the fun I just had with Spencer. Oh, right, that's my phone going off in my hand.

Spencer: "I just told him about how much fun we had ;) his name is Aiden, by the way. He reads our dirty messages sometimes ha"

Hmm, Aiden. That name sounds like he could possibly be a giant douchebag, but not my problem. I finally make it home and I'm completely work out. Not from the drive, if you catch my drift. Yes, I know. I am terrible. I tell Spencer I made it home. She said "good. I was starting to fall asleep but I didn't want to go to bed without knowing if you made it home or not." We tell each other goodnight and promise to talk in the morning. After a shower, I drag my exhausted body to bed and fall asleep to the thoughts of what happened that night.

My alarm starts going off at 5:30, and I immediately open my eyes. Ugh, why did I get up to go run today? I roll out of bed, throw on some soccer shorts, a sports bra and my nikes. Then brush my teeth and put my hair up, grab my phone and keys on my way out the door. I shoot Spencer a quick "good morning" text and hit the track. I knock out my 2 miles then decided to get some crunches and lunges done since my run time had improved. I get back to the car, covered in sweat and some grass stains to find that Spencer texted me back. As soon as I see her name on my screen, I smile a little bit. Woah, what is happening?! I'm Ashley Davies. I don't smile about girls. Smirk? Yes. Wink? Absolutely. But a smile? Not a chance. Fuck. What is this girl already doing to me. I get to work that morning after a quick shower and just lie on my prep table at work. Another girl works in the kitchen at the restaurant with me. She's pretty cool. About 5'6", blonde, blue eyed, not very fit and her voice just drives people crazy. Not the good crazy, but more like the "set yourself on fire" kinda of crazy. Her name is Vanessa. When I was headed to work, I picked up two rock star recovery energy drinks, hoping I wouldn't be too worthless today. While I'm lying on the table, she said "get the fuck up lazy ass!" I use the little bit of energy I had to flip her off. To which she responds, "that's what you get for staying up fucking all night." Definitely worth it, though. I crawl off my table, open my drink and start getting my shit done. I go in the walk in freezer and attempt to grab a big box of romaine lettuce, but my arms are so sore, I asked one of the guys to grab it for me. He just laughs a little and gets it for me. All the while, I'm texting the gorgeous Spencer. We ask all the kind things like "how did you sleep?", and all those little pleasantries. After I finished with my romaine, I had to make ranch dressing. "Gross," I think to myself. "How can anyone eat that shit? It's so bad for you." I pour everything in the 5 gallon bucket that we make our ranch in. As soon as I start to stir it, my arm is just too sore. So what do I do? "Tracy, want to do me a favor?" Tracy is the nice guy that got the box down for me too. I tell him my issue and agin, he laughs at me, but stirs it anyway. I text Spencer about what just happened and how sore I am. Her response made me bite my lip: "a little lower is sore on me, babe ;)" we laugh, flirt, and get to know each other which is something I'm usually very strongly against, but it's different with her. She texts me and said she's driving back home for the weekend so her texts may seem shorter. We text for the next few hours then we agree to see each other Monday when she comes back to school.

Now it's Saturday, and I had to be up at 5 today. I referee soccer, in case you forgot, and I had to make the assignment schedule for everyone. Then after a few hours and a couple games later, I get a text from Spencer. Just chatting about how my weekend is going so far and of course, we start getting dirty and flirty. She tells me her boyfriend is reading over her shoulder as we text, but I don't care at all. After all, we are just fun, right? After more texting and teasing, she tells me she's coming back tomorrow because she doesn't want to wait any longer. A huge smile finds it's way to my face. "She's leaving her boyfriend early to come back and see me!" She said that he won't even touch her when it's "that time" and all he wants is a blowjob and for her tits to be out. I know what you're thinking, "how fucking selfish?" But it's not my issue. So after the day is spent, we exchange a picture or two, say our goodnights and she says she will text me in the morning when she leaves.

The next day, I jump out of bed, get showered and dressed while I send a quick message to Spencer. Apparently she was up just as early as I was since she replied immediately. It was about 8:15 in the morning or so and she told me that she was heading my direction and to meet at her place at noon. Of course, we tease and taunt to build the want between us. And at one point she said "no one has ever made me tempted to touch myself while I was driving, but that would be dry dangerous ;)" and it just fueled me even more to make her moan and scream again. She tells me to bring my swimsuit just in case we decide to hit the pool. I'm driving 107 mph to her place, feeling the wetness build between my legs. I make it to her place at 12:07. As I'm turning on her street, she texts me "just tell me to come downstairs." So about 37 seconds later, I did. She came walking down in short jean shirts and a half shirt top with a winky face on it. We just smirk at each other as I follow her to her apartment. As soon as I walk in, I had just enough time to put my bikini down next to the couch before I turned around, her lips were on mine. I pulled her close and we kissed for a short moment before she grabbed my hand and said "let's go to bed." Then took me to the place that I already had started to miss.