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Uh oh, where is Spashley headed?

Enjoi!

I hate Glen. With a passion. I just wanna bury his head in the sand for a couple of hours. I don't think he would die. Maybe I should test out this theory…

Look at him, with this blonde pretty boy hair and his masculine chin. Stupid face. Ugh. He's making my skin crawl and my blood boil and I'm sure if I had a heart it'd be exploding into a thousand pieces, I'm gonna—

"Ashley?" Spencer whispers in my ear, I don't know how I hear her over all this noise. By noise I mean drunken yelling in the Carlin home.

I look at Spencer with a pout on my face, "Yeah?"

She smiles, a pretty smile of course, "I'm sorry, babe."

I shrug, "Not your fault, really. Glen's the cockblocker."

Spencer chuckles and shakes her head. She puts her right hand on my knee and leans into my ear, "Don't hate him. He's just my jock-y, idiot brother. Not his fault he's an idiot."

I have chills going up my spine from Spencer's breath on my ear. I can't think straight, "I guess."

I have explaining to do. So, after I took of my shirt in the car Spencer and raced back to her empty house, we made it all the way up the stairs and to her bedroom…

I push her lightly on the bed then I rip off my shirt and throw it to some unknown spot. I crawl on top of Spencer until I'm hovering over her face, "Hi." I say.

She smirks as her eyes look at my lips then to my eyes, "How's it going?" she asks.

Me being me I have to insert a snarky comment here, "Oh, it's definitely going."

She laughs a little before reaching her hands behind my head to pull my lips to hers. Our lips brush each other in the most delicate manner. Then, the second contact is something otherworldly. My tongue, her tongue, fighting for control over each other. I can't let her win so easily this time. I'm not a pushover—what? She's digging her nails into my back as her mouth does magical things to my neck.

She wins.

My eyes roll into the back of my head a little before I'm able to focus on her again. She lays back down on the bed with a satisfied look on her face. No, no, Spen, you did not win the war, just the battle.

I kiss her on the lips as my left hand goes under her shirt to play with her navel. I can feel her breath hitching. It's like she's slowly walking into cold water, there's nothing cold about these actions. Let me tell you.

I start with her lips then to her cheek, then her jaw line and down to her ear. I nibble there for a sec or two then down to her neck. "Ash…" she draws out my name, "Feels good."

I smile into her neck as I continue my assault. My hand moves to graze her ribs one by one, then I play with the underwire of her bra. I wiggle my thumb under the bra and run it under the material. She pushes her body into mine, "Spencer?" I say.

"Mhm?" this is not the time for words I'm assuming.

"Are you okay?" I ask. I'm doing the whole loving girlfriend thing. I think I'm doing a good job at it.

She moans a little before she answers, "Oh, yes."

This is my girlfriend, Spencer, she has a way with words.

"I love you." I whisper into her neck.

"I love you more." She whispers back to me with breaths in between.

I smirk into her neck. I'm not arguing with her right now. Actions speak louder than words. I reach behind her back and undo her bra then my left hand pushes her bra up as it caresses her left breast.

She arches her back trying to make more contact between us, which is understandable considering the circumstances. "Ashley. Mm, that's…good." Oh, she speaks.

"Too fast?" I say.

She shakes her head from left to right quickly, "Not one bit."

I smirk as I sit up, meaning all contact Spencer and I were having just ended. "Why'd you stop?" she looks down at me as I crawl up a little to straddle her.

"Relax…" I say grabbing the bottom of her shirt and pulling it up toward her head. Last time this is where she stopped us, I don't think that's happening any time soon.

I get her shirt up over her head and then her bra shortly follows. I feel like I've reverted back to when I was like 12. My palms are all sweaty and I think…I'm nervous, yep. Come on, its Spencer Carlin's boobs! No one in town has ever seen them before. This is uncharted territory. I'm the first to venture here within a 300 mile radius. I think I need to do a little exploration.

I lean down to her lips and suck on her bottom lip. Then I kiss on her collarbone then the middle territory, then I slowly make my way down to her belly button. She's arching her back again, I'm not even doing anything.

BOOM!

I look up into Spencer's eyes, she looks terrified, "You heard that right? Or is that something you did?"

I laugh, "You would know if that was me, trust me."

And that's where the fun ended. The big loud noise was none other than Mark Shambles stumbling into the front door with a full keg and with Chad Robertson entering behind him with another full one. No more play time. And I have blue balls. Well, minus the lack of balls. Ugh. So, here we are sitting downstairs on the couch watching all the drunkies and the stoners have fun.

You may be wondering why we didn't go over to my house. Well, there's a perfect explanation for that. Tonight's party is a cosponsored one. Meaning that Kyla agreed to let Glen use both houses. The smartest thing she's ever done. No one better steal anything.

I could've been having a different kind of fun but nope. Nothing works out for Ashley. "Do you wanna go out somewhere?" I ask Spencer.

She looks at me with curiosity, "Where to?"

I shrug, "Anywhere but here. Canada. China. A hotel room?" I nudge her a little with my elbow.

She rolls her eyes, "You're silly." She looks around in the crowd, "You're girlfriend's here." She deadpans.

I follow her eyes, "You're right, she's sitting right next to me. That's just Erin, smart-ass."

"I hope this doesn't end badly." Spencer says angrily. So hot. Why are all these people here when I could be doing naughty things to my hot girlfriend? Oh, right, Glen Carlin. And there's that angry feeling again.

"Hey, Ashley," Erin says standing in front of me in the famous cheerleader outfit.

I stand up, "Hey, E, what's up? What are you doing here?" I ask already knowing the answer. It's a jock oriented party.

"Well, Glen's throwing it so it's my duty as cheer captain, duh." Erin says smiling.

I nod, "I knew that, I knew that."

Spencer clears her throat as she stands up next to me, "Hi, Erin."

"Hey, Spencer."

Damn, it just got super chill in here. Or is it just me? Nope, it's Erin and Spencer actually.

They're saying stuff, I should probably listen, right?

"…Ashley's still got it I see, huh?" Erin says looking at me with a smile.

"Yeah. She does." Spencer says.

I'm so confused, "What are we talking about?" I ask the two of them.

"The infamous Ashley 'Vacuum' Davies hickey that Spencer has," Erin says with a smirk. I'm sure she's remembering what she gave up. Take that!

"Oh, yeah, well, I still got it," I look over at Spencer and she's staring daggers at Erin. I intertwine our fingers, "Spencer's neck was calling my name. Not my fault."

Spencer squeezes my hand and Erin just nods.

"Well, it was nice seeing you; E, Spencer and I were actually heading out. Kind of tired of this scene." It's true. If I'm not getting any there's no reason to sit through this Neanderthal-ish display of brawn over brain. I've got better things to attend to, like trying to cope a feel on my lady friend.

"It used to be but things do change easily, hm?" Erin says licking her lips. Wait, wait, what happened to that conversation we had earlier about respecting my girlfriend? The lip licking is definitely grounds for expulsion.

"They changed for the better." Spencer says staring at Erin, not even blinking.

"Alright, later!" I pull Spencer away from Erin with a quickness. Gotta get the hell outta here before there's a knockout, drag-out fight between my current and recent.

We make it inside my car and I lock the doors and turn on the car. I turn to Spencer and grab both her hands, "Baby, you okay?"

She rolls her eyes as she stares at the house, "I don't like her. I understand she's your friend but she's so—"

"Bitchy. The term is bitchy." I finish her sentence.

She looks at me and turns her head as she smiles, "Yeah."

I love her baby blues. They're shining so nicely in the moonlight. This girl is something to hold on to, "You wanna get outta here?" I ask.

"Where to?" she asks for the second time tonight.

"A place I love to make love to the girl I love?" maybe this'll work. Crossing my fingers.

She rolls her eyes with a smile, "I'm not easy, Ashley."

I wiggle my eyebrows seductively, "That can be arranged."

Hm, what does Ashley have planned, I wonder?

Well, I probably need to figure that out eventually, right? If I'm gonna continue writing this story.