Ashley's POV

"So what movie do you want to watch?" Spencer asks me as we hurriedly make our way upstairs. I can't see her face because I'm basically dragging her up the steps, but I know there is an adorable, crafty smile adorning those red lips.

"Spencer. Do not talk to me about movies when you're wearing that skirt." I tell her in my most serious tone.

When we get to my room, I close the door quickly and am fully intending to push Spencer up against it, but she beats me to my actions with her own. Before I even register her touch on me, her hands shove my shoulders back roughly and I'm back down on my bed.

Fuck.

Me.

Please.

Spencer climbs on top of me slowly, making sure to have her chest at perfect eye level from where I am laying. It would be no surprise if a growl flew directly out of my mouth at her actions. It is absolutely fucking fantastic when Spencer is rough with me. It turns me on almost as much as seeing her in a short jean skirt. Almost.

"So, are you saying you like my skirt?" Spencer whispers seductively. She is on hands and knees above me, her face quite close to mine.

I will not kiss her first.

My hands automatically go to her neck, rubbing the back of it. Then they slide slowly down her shoulders, down her chest, up her arms. Everywhere.

"'Cause I was thinking of just throwing it away." She continues softly, her lips leaving a wake across my jaw and down my neck.

I will not kiss her first.

"It's nice." I breathe out. I cannot control my breathing when she is on top of me. Or under me. Or on the side of me. Or just near me. "I think I like it better off you." I say softly as my hands make their own way to a very important destination: her ass. I hear Spencer's sharp intake of breathe as I massage her backside softly.

"That's exactly how I feel about your vest." She says precisely before her tongue gets acquainted with my ear.

Ashley's ear, meet Spencer's tongue. Pleased to meet you.

There is no stopping the moan and the arching of my aching body. Spencer's soft, graceful fingers are slowly popping the buttons open on my vest. And that very chest is rising up and down in deep motions. I beat her in the removal-of-shirts competition when I swiftly and smoothly bring her top up and over her head while she continues to pop my buttons. Somewhere along here, her leg has sneaked up in between mine and when she purposely presses harder into me I can't help but bring my hands around her lower back, crashing her on top of me.

I kiss her first.

I can't help myself, those lips are playing mind games with me and I have no problem with them winning. My kiss is gentle at first, but when I feel Spencer's smile and tongue in my mouth, it gets heavier with every movement. That tongue just propels me to move my hands all the way up and under her sexy little skirt.

"Ash." Spencer moans against the skin of my neck. I arch myself into her body and she pushes me back down.

Spencer attacks all parts of my neck as her hands diligently remove the vest and bra from my body. Then her lips move down between my breasts, licking their way around areas she knows well.

"Fuck." I let out in a strangled moan.

I try multiple times to flip us over, but Spencer continually stops me. I think she secretly loves the fact that she has this insane power over me. And I think I secretly love that fact to. I'm sure she can tell by my desperate moans and thrusts that my center being pushed against her thigh is not enough right now. I need her. And I know she can tell, because as her hot mouth is on mine, her hands are succeeding in de-pantsing me.

I feel Spencer's hand just run lightly up and down my center and I feel waves of electricity and heat go through me. "Tell me you need me." Spencer moans in my ear, making me, if at all possible, even wetter for her.

I breathe jaggedly a few times before attempting to speak. "I need you." The words come out hoarse and all kinds of needy and desperate.

Her thumb pushes down hard on the best possible place and I arch up violently. "Fuck Spencer! I need you, please." I repeat, my head titled back on the bed.

Spencer kisses me hard and enters me with two wonderful fingers. I don't even have time to groan at the feeling of her inside me because she starts to pump in and out. And I lose my breath. I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head as I move with her.

It doesn't take much to push me roughly over that beautiful, exploding edge. The combination of her inside me, her moans in my ear, her tongue on my neck and in my mouth, and my hands on her perfectly round ass all contribute to that.

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"What are your plans for this weekend?" I ask my sister in our one shared class.

She shrugs, continuing to doodle in her notebook. "I don't know, maybe hanging out with Trey."

"Oh yeah? What's up with this kid, you like him?"

I see Kyla blush out of the corner of my eye. "I-"

"Oh my god." I whisper loudly. "You totally like him."

"I-" Kyla pauses. "He's alright." But the blush and sheepish smile on her face contradict her words.

"You like him."

"Ashley, he's fun. Trey's-"

"Kyla really likes him." I sing.

"Shut the hell up Ashley."

"You like him, you like him, you like-" But my ministrations are cut off by her pen hitting my face.

"Yes, I like him, okay. I'm not like in love with him though." Kyla gives me a hard glare. "And who are you to talk, you're like ridiculously in love with Spencer, you don't even do anything but her."

"Damn straight." I smirk.

"Ew. So not what I meant. You are so whipped."

I snap my head to her. "Am not."

Kyla scoffs quietly at me and I feel my face get hot with truth. "Please. If Spencer wanted a kitten you'd go out and buy her one."

"I- wait, what?" I laugh. "You're such a fucking weirdo."

Kyla shrugs, her pink sparkly pen writing notes on the paper. "Who would have thought, the nice Ohio girl has Ashley Davies totally wrapped around her finger."

"Boyfriend?" I asked the blonde sitting on the bleachers as I pointed across the gym.

She was new and I had just met her yesterday in math class. This girl, Spencer, was annoying as hell. All she did was ask questions. She obviously didn't know well enough to just leave me alone. And plus, she was always blocking the fucking door. What a spaz. But at the same time, she had these pretty crystal blue eyes. I had never seen eyes like that before. And they were even kind of cute when she glared at me and told me to stop making nasty comments. She pissed me off, but for some reason when I saw her, my feet just walked towards her.

I didn't plan on being friends with her. New people were too needy. But this girl intrigued me. And it was fun making her angry. And plus, I was bored

For a second, I thought about hitting on her. She wasn't bad to look at. Then, I realized that this new girl would so be the clingy type. And I didn't need that, going to the same school and all. I so didn't do the relationship thing.

The blonde scoffed. "Um, no. Brother. And what, no mean little comment?"

I looked at her. "Not yet." I smirked.

"Well, where's your boyfriend?"

"Why are you assuming I have one?"

"Well, do you?"

"Well, why are you answering a question with a question, Spencer Carlin?" The blonde laughed lightly, and for some reason it made me smile a little bit. "No, no boyfriend. Boys aren't really my thing." I said bluntly.

"What's that mean.." She asked curiously.

"It means I'm not into labels." I said seriously. Spencer scanned my face and I couldn't read her expression. "What? That bother you, Ohio girl?"

"No." She said right away. "So, that means you'd date like a squirrel or something?"

"Funny." I spit out blandly, although there was a small smirk on my face.

Spencer started to put her things back into her bag. "So, since you were such an ass to me, I think it's best you buy me a cup of coffee." She stated, keeping eye contact.

And for some reason, I agreed. After that, we became fast friends. Going from making mean stabs at each other, to making small non-hostile remarks to each other, to hitting each other playfully, to full on wrestling matches, to me actually caring about this girl.

And then, well, you know the story from there.