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Spencer's POV
It's a Sunday afternoon and I am just dill-dallying around the house. Yes, I said dilly-dallying. Glen is somewhere like basketball practice and my dad got called into work. Much to my mom's disappointment because then we couldn't all go to church together. So I had to go to church with my mom. Alone.
This was not my idea of a relaxing Sunday. Church is supposed to be comforting, right? Well my mother seems to stress the crap out of this religious service. This something that is supposed to be calming.
I had been picking out my outfit for an hour. Eventually, I settled on a plaid skirt with a white collar shirt. To be honest, I felt like a school girl.
Like Britney Spears in Hit Me Baby One More Time.
I felt like a complete fool. But my mother insisted that I looked wonderful.
"There's my good Catholic girl." My mother said as I came down the stairs. The frown on my face was way too obvious. "Cheer up Spencer, it's just an hour, you can't devote just one hour to God?"
Was she serious? I had to hold in my laughter by covering my mouth and coughing. It was that ridiculous. It's not that I don't appreciate God, I do, I guess. But I once had to pray at Red Lobster with my ex boyfriend's family. It was strange. And a little too much for me. (Author Note: This was a real event. It happened to me. Weird? Yes.)
The car ride was even worse. My mother proceeded to ask me every imaginable question about my life.
"How's school?" She asked, her hands at precisely ten and two on the steering wheel.
"It's good." I responded, staring out the window. I was watching all the trees go by. The palm trees morphing into weird blurry shapes as the car sped past them.
"How are your friends? Kyla? Chelsea?" She asked again, staring at the road ahead.
"Great." I said in a monotone voice.
It wasn't that I wasn't happy about my mother asking me. It would have been nice any other instance, to have a mother ask her daughter about her friends. But I knew she had alternative motives. She asked about all of my friends except Ashley. And she had the nerve to think I didn't notice.
That or she was just being a bitch on purpose. Sometimes I couldn't tell. I just couldn't bring myself to think that my own mother would have the audacity to want to be like that.
I tried hard with her. I tried to make her happy in most aspects. I got good grades. I didn't get myself into trouble. She was my mother, after all. We all have some kind of need to make our parents proud.
Maybe that was my downfall.
The service bored me to death. I think I even fell asleep once or twice, because when it was time to get communion my mother grabbed my hand and suddenly I was standing up, walking down the aisle. I didn't like the noise my shoes made against the cheap, ugly carpet on the ground. I didn't like the old ladies with the hats with those fake flowers in them. They blocked my vision and were just beyond annoying for no reason at all. Maybe because they were pointless.
And then my mother spent exactly a half an hour talking to the priest. While I stood by her side, eating my doughnut and sipping my coffee.
"Maybe you should invite Ashley to come to church one day." My mother said on the car ride home.
I was taken aback. One, she acknowledged Ashley's presence while she wasn't here. Two, she wanted her to come somewhere with us.
"Really?" I asked surprised as I turned to look at her.
My mother nodded. "Yes, I think church and God would be good for her."
Oh.
There it was.
Here I was, stupidly thinking my mother was just being a nice person. But no. she wanted Ashley to come because she believed Ashley needed to come. For her own good. My heart started to pound fast, not wanting to believe this was her true reason. Fighting about it would be useless. There was no reason to. Nothing ever got accomplished.
"Right." I said quietly as I continued to watch the palm trees.
So now I was standing in my kitchen, still in my lame-ass school girl outfit, eating a cookie. I hadn't seen Ashley all weekend. Our schedules clashed violently. Her going with Kyla to visit their dad a few towns over. Me, having to go with my family to some tournament for Glen. I had wished I could go with Ashley and Kyla.
Even Friday and Saturday night were spent apart. Being as the Davies sisters slept over their dad's on Friday. And then I had plans with Chelsea on Saturday night to just hang alone. Something we haven't done in a very long time. And it was nice.
But I missed Ashley.
And here I was, Sunday afternoon after church thinking of times when I could have sex with my girlfriend.
"Spence." My mother says, starling me so much that I drop my cookie into the sink. "I'm going out with the ladies for a bit. I'll be back later." She says, grabbing her car keys from the island in the center of the kitchen.
"Alright." I tell her evenly. "Have fun." I say too cheerily than I want to.
My mother gives me a smile and kisses my cheek. And then she's gone.
Immediately, I go up to my room and dial Ashley's number on my cell phone.
"Ashley Davies, aiming to please for seventeen years." Her husky voice comes in after two rings.
I can't help but chuckle at her opening lines. "Oh hi, I was calling to ask if you made house calls?" I say into the phone.
I know she's smiling. I just know it. "Hmm. That would depend on the situation, caller." She gives a laugh and her voice gets considerably lower. "What are you wearing?"
I think for a second. Deciding if I should tell her to shut up like I normally do or to play along. "A plaid skirt and a tight white shirt." I play along.
I hear breathing on the other end. "Shut up." She says, in a tone that's asking me if I'm serious or not.
"I will not. I'm totally serious. You know I'm all about the church wear." I tell her, smiling to myself.
"Oooh, the Catholic girl look. I'm telling you right now, Spence, I don't believe you." She says in a rough voice. "So, I'm going to have to come make a house call to see if you're lying to your girlfriend or not."
I laugh. "I take that challenge."
"Family?" She asks curiously.
"Gone." I tell her.
She pauses one second. "Hell yes, I'll be over in five." And she hangs up. I smile to myself.
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As soon as I hear the doorbell ring, I get up from my living room couch and go get it. I lean against the doorframe with my hand on my hip as I open the door for Ashley.
"Oh my God." She deadpans, the second she sees that I really wasn't lying about the Britney Spears impersonation. Her gorgeous brown eyes are wide and I can't help smirk. Loving that I can totally surprise her sometimes. Loving that I know how turned on she is at this very moment.
Not that I can say much else for myself. She's wearing a pair of very ripped, light jeans. Showing her perfectly tanned skin in all the right places. Her T-shirt clings to her in an even better way, and leaves some of her envy-worthy toned stomach to be seen. Her curly hair is up in a messy sexy-as-hell bun with a few pieces draped around her face.
I compose myself before attempting to speak to her.
"I told you." I chuckle as I close the door behind her.
"Well, I believe you now." She says. Her eyes scan me excruciatingly slowly. "Shit Spence. You should wear that to school everyday."
"Yeah? But then how would you be able to concentrate?" I ask with a hint of evil as I brush past her to go up the stairs.
"Like I even concentrate usually, anyway." Ashley chuckles. She slaps my ass from behind me on the stairs.
"Ash!" I exclaim with a giggle as I rush faster up the stairs and into my room. I hear Ashley close the door quickly before I even anticipate her being on me.
Her mouth meets mine and it feels so good. So incredibly warm and wet. She walks me backwards so my back hits the door and I feel her grin into the deepening kiss. Her tongue comes out and rubs mine sensually and I can't hold back a moan that goes straight into her mouth. I feel her hands travel down my skirt and then under.
"You look so fucking hot." She murmurs into my mouth, kissing me harder, pushing herself into me. I know how much my outfit is affecting her, and I plan to use that advantage accordingly.
I remove her hands from me as they are starting to move up. I hear her whimper in protest as I push her away from me, losing all contact.
"Spence." She whines, her eyes roaming my body like a predator on a mission.
I put my hands against her stomach softly and now guide her backwards.
"Sit." I tell her, as the backs of her legs hit my desk chair. I never break eye contact with her.
"Spencer, I can't do homework when I'm this horny. And when you're wearing that." She says, desperation in her voice.
I come close to her, her eyes on mine still. Then I straddle her on the chair leaving some space between us. But not a lot.
"We're not doing homework." I whisper into her ear, making sure I breathe a little into it.
I hear her groan. "Oh fuck yes." She says huskily, her dark eyes on mine. Her greedy hands come to my waist, rubbing my sides. My own holding onto both sides of the chair, one arm on either side of her head, I kiss her very lightly. I feel the need in her mouth as I pull away to kiss her neck.
Ashley tilts her head back a little bit and lets a strangled moan out when I get to her pulse point. I keep working that spot and her hands move to the collar of my shirt, pulling me further into her and making me slide up on her legs. "Uuh Spence that feels so good." She moans out in jagged breath.
I move to the other side of her neck, knowing she'll definitely have a large hickey in the first place I marked. "You taste so good." I say into her neck, hearing my own voice become way deeper.
I move my hands around her neck and I feel hers go to the front of my shirt. Slowly, she starts to unbutton my shirt from top to bottom. When my mouth takes in her earlobe, I feel her hips move a little bit to meet more with the ones on top of her.
Ashley brings my mouth to meet hers once again, and she speaks only after she's kissed me deep and hard. Full of lust. "I want you to fuck me right on this chair." She breathes into my mouth. I whimper in her mouth at her words. I feel her breathing heavy and I am sure my own matches it. Because I can't catch my breath. She has unbuttoned about half of my shirt so far and her hands slide in, rubbing over the part of my breasts that are not covered by my bra.
I inhale sharply as I feel her hands smooth over me. I will never, ever get used to that sensation. It sends all kinds of crazy, electrical messages throughout my body. I try and move myself harder into her, for more friction and some tension release. Ashley's hands now on my ass assist with that movement. At this, I hear a growl come out of her mouth and she kisses me, biting my lips, tongue, and anything else she can.
We're making out so roughly and heavily that it's practically like we're having sex with our clothes on.
We were way too into it to hear my name yelled from downstairs. We're both way too into it to hear my door crack open.
And now, we're way too into it, until my mother's presence brings us right out of it.
Right the hell out of it.
Then we're not into it. Then Ashley is across the room and I'm standing by the chair and my mother is yelling. She's all red. She's extremely angry.
And I'm nervous.
"Get out of my house." My mother says in the most horrible tone.
So horrible it paralyzes me. Nothing comes out of my mouth.
"What the hell is going on here?!" My mother screams this time.
My eyes go to find Ashley. Her own eyes are wide and scared. The expression on her face tells me she has no idea what to do.
But I need her to know what to do. Because I don't know either.
"Get out of my house." My mothers says again, directing her spitted words towards Ashley.
I am so not ready for this.
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Oh snap, the shit just hit the faaaaan.