....CUE THE CHEESY 70'S PORN MUSIC... SCRATCH THAT...GIVE ME SOME LADYTRON PLEASE!
Chapter 16- "Fighting in Built Up Areas" Ladytron
Spencer took the lead into the loft. She was halfway across the living room when her drunken arms flailed about trying to unzip her pristine white dress.
"Ash!!" She whined.
"What?"
"Unzip please." Spencer asked politely, she was drunk but she never forgot her manners. Captain cool guy Ashley Davies on the other hand was frozen. A statue of shocked beauty. "Ash!" Spencer urged.
Ashley took a step towards Spencer's perfectly toned back and slowly began to unzip the strapless dress. Gently sweeping off the golden locks from her back she accidentally grazed her nape. A wave of electricity surged through both of them and Ashley had to take a cautious step back, unaware of the blonde's intentions. Spencer let the dress shimmy down her figure and down to the floor. She stepped out of it and gracefully bent over to pick it up.
Ashley was once again immobile, she tried to look away but she just couldn't. How could she? Spencer was standing in the middle of her loft wearing nothing but red lacy panties, matching bra and ridiculously sexy heels (Sally had really thought of everything.) The soft low lighting from above and the dazzling flame coming from the hearth only made her look as if she was glowing. It was a sight only seen in a Victoria's Secret catalogue and even then it was rare. Ashley couldn't believe how incredibly sexy Spencer was, almost painfully. Spencer looked at her knowingly with a smirk and a head tilt, surprised at how good she was at this seduction thing. She really was. Because now, Ashley WAS in a lot of pain. The serious kind of pain. The kind of pain that was coming at her from all angles. The burning, yearning, punch you in the gut, squeeze your heart out pain that the sight before her was causing. The kind of pain that made her panic. Yes she panicked, and then ran to the kitchen in the opposite direction. It was her last desperate attempt to purify her thoughts. She failed miserably.
After a few moments of attempting (and failing) to regain her composure Ashley walked back to the living room with a bottle of water but there was no Spencer to be found. Ashley wandered through her large loft into her bedroom where a still semi-nude Spencer sat on her dresser. Spencer wasn't just sitting; she was waiting, longing for Ashley to come to her. Ashley reconsidered; this was definitely a portrait from her wildest dream. She was hoping, begging, pleading that this WASN'T a dream.
Yes, Ashley indeed pinched herself. Luckily she was too drunk to feel the pain. Actually, she was too turned on to notice anything but the want in her heart. Who are we kidding though? The want in between her legs was by far the most powerful. She IS only human.
Ashley walked over to Spencer slowly, taking every precaution not to scare the inebriated beauty away. She didn't. Ashley approached Spencer and stopped right in front of her stunning friend.
"Here I brought you…"-gulp- "some water." Ashley managed, her voice only cracking once like the pre-pubescent teenage boy she felt like.
Surprisingly, Ashley Davies, female lothario, was absolutely irrefutably nervous. The Ashley Davies, who was rumored to have had encounters with all of the bi-curious starlets and who actually bedded most of her female musical counterparts, was actually shaking in her stiletto boots. Even after the little scene she pulled on the dance floor. Even with all the confidence she'd racked up throughout the evening. Even though she was wasted out of her conscious mind. In fact, if she hadn't drank so much she probably wouldn't have even gotten this close to the blonde. This painfully, excruciatingly near. Merely a foot away from each other's lips, it felt like centimeters the way Ashley yearned for Spencer's red glossy lips to be near hers once again.
"No thanks." Spencer took the bottle from Ashley's hand and tossed it. Instead Spencer spread-open her legs and pulled Ashley from the bottom of her white vest in between them. Ashley gulped. "I'm not very thirsty." Spencer looked at Ashley with undeniable want. It was Spencer's turn to be in control and she was loving it. She started working on the buttons of her vest, slowly unfastening from the bottom up, teasing her exposed abdomen with her pinky. Spencer lingered on the last button sweeping Ashley's exposed cleavage with her fingers. Ashley couldn't suppress the excited moan that escaped her lips. This made Spencer look up from her fixed gaze on Ashley's breast and bite her lip with anticipation. Spencer grabbed the top of Ashley's vest, encouraged by the liquor in her system, and pulled her towards her, allowing their faces to be a mere inch apart.
"Tell me you want me" Spencer breathed into Ashley's lips.
"I do" Ashley licked her lips.
"Tell me…" Spencer whispered into Ashley's ear.
"I want you" Ashley said lustfully.
"Only me?"
"Only you" She searched within those chocolate eyes. There was no doubt in her sincerity.
That was all Spencer needed to pull Ashley into her and finally close the gap between their longing lips.
They kissed softly at first, savoring each other's flavor, tasting, feeling; memorizing the curves of their lips. Ashley's hands were slowly, freely sweeping over Spencer's overtly exposed body, feeling the beauty of Spencer's face underneath her fingertips. She'd dreamt of this but was not prepared for how unbelievably amazing this actually felt. She was mystified. Ashley's skilled mouth eventually regained consciousness though and began to earn its reputation. Slowly parting Spencer's lips, her tongue began explore deeper into Spencer's mouth. Spencer excited by this immaculate passion wrapped her bare legs around Ashley's waist. The brunette wasted no time in picking up the blonde and tossing her on to the bed, which was luckily only a few feet away from the seductive dresser.
Ashley fell on top of Spencer never breaking the contact between their newly discovered life-support. They continued to kiss as Ashley slid off her vest. Spencer felt Ashley's bare back and pulled the brunette into a tighter embrace, running her fingers through her hair, then gradually down her face and finally stroking her back. Ashley felt her back tingle as Spencer caressed her slowly down to the small of her back, then slipping her hand underneath her white jeans and giving Ashley's toned rear a slight squeeze. This made Ashley moan with excitement, which only excited Spencer further. Spencer's hands found their way back to Ashley's back stopping above the clasp of Ashley's bra. Spencer's fingers were puzzled. She fidgeted with the clasp. No luck. Ashley noticed Spencer's struggle and let out a stifled chuckle over Spencer's lips.
"You don't know how to take off a bra?" Ashley grinned.
"Just my own." Spencer admitted bashfully and adding a pout for effect.
"Well I think that's a good thing… here let me help you" Ashley sat up from her position above Spencer and straddled over her as she unclasped her bra. She slowly took of the lacy black garment and confidently tossed it over her head.
"Oh my… god" Spencer breathed in awe while looking at the exposed torso above her head.
"What? …Too much?" Ashley asked feeling suddenly self-conscious. She shifted her arms to cover her naked breasts.
"No don't… you're beautiful" Spencer said earnestly moving her hands over Ashley's to uncover the gems. "… like Botticelli hot!!…" She grinned.
"What?" She laughed, only Spencer would use big words during foreplay. "Ok either the alcohol is talking for you now… or you're speaking Italian?"
"Botticelli! You know? … The guy that painted the beautiful naked Venus…"
"Oh you mean the porn they made you look at in those so called 'text books' of yours…"
"Ashley those women are beautiful…I mean I really thought I'd be freaked out the first time I saw you naked… in a naked context but… god, you're… beautiful"
"Wow you're really drunk" Ashley was reveling in Spencer's drunken uninhibited free speech.
"Well yes… but it's still true" Ashley couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. Even drunk, HAPPY Spencer said the most endearing things.
"Well, isn't that the sweetest thing?…" Ashley cooed before engulfing Spencer in another passionate kiss.
Breaking from her lips Ashley began making her way down Spencer's collarbone, slowly licking and nibbling along the way. Ashley hovered above Spencer's still covered breasts.
"It's my turn to admire Botticelli Spencer." Ashley grinned mischievously and the blonde smiled bashfully. She removed Spencer's brassier like a certified pro and was pleasantly surprised (well she wasn't really surprised she already knew Spencer was perfect how could she be shocked that her body was too.) "Wow... Spence... Why have you been depriving me all of these years?" Her words were sly but they were laced with sincerity in awe of the celestial being in front of her. As a response the blonde wrapped her hand around the brunette's neck and pulled her back into a tender kiss. Sweet, supple and short. Ashley pulled away once again, hoping to memorize every inch of the blonde deity's body but the want quickly took over the precious moment.
The sight of Spencer's naked upper body only fueled Ashley's desire even more. She began biting and licking her way down the length of Spencer's body. Lingering over the places where she felt the blonde shiver with pleasure. Spencer's moaning only motivated her to reach her destination faster.
"Wait? Where are you going?" Spencer slurred confused.
"I'm going to show you what an orgasm feels like."
"No you can't go down there." Spencer pleaded weakly.
"What? Why?"
"No… you'll drown"
"Spencer! … I'm going to have to teach you what appropriate sex talk is…hint: THIS isn't it" amused at Spencer's uncouth drunken reaction. "…See I knew I'd find something I was better at than you! … Spencer? … Spencer?"
Ashley hoisted herself from in between the blonde's legs to hover over her head. The sight below her baffled her. She couldn't believe it. This had never happened before. All the excitement mixed with the alcohol had worn her out and Spencer.... Spencer was sound asleep.
"Nooo!"
To say Ashley was disappointed was to be an idiot.
There's always tomorrow right?
