Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed as she tried to understand what the hell was going on, “Um… a tank top and my underwear?”

A deep throated growl resonated through the phone and washed over the blond teenager like a wave of ecstasy, causing her eyes to flutter shut and her hand to grip the sheets. It was starting to make sense now. That husky voice wasn’t from working out, it was from getting worked up.

Spencer wasn’t as naïve as many people thought her to be. She knew about the same things that every other L.A. teenager knew about, although experiencing them was an entirely different story. In fact, the closest she ever came to phone sex was when she walked in on Glen talking to a call girl over the phone. It was a scarring experience that neither of them spoke about for fear of nightmares.

But this was her sexy girlfriend on the line, not some pay-for-play chick and no one was going to ruin the moment. Spencer’s eyes shot open, she made her way over to the door and closed it softly. She engaged the lock and then leaned her back against it. There was such a sharp contrast between the cool door and the warm exposed skin of her lower back that it made her sigh.

“Ash?”

“Uh huh?”

“Tell me what you’re doing.”

Ashley bit back a moan as she continued teasing herself, touching everywhere but where she needed it the most and even when she did, it was a fleeting moment that would send bolts of electricity from her fingertips to her toes. In her mind, it wasn’t her own hand touching her, it was Spencer’s. Stroking, massaging, teasing her into a frenzy she didn’t think she could handle any longer.

Her voice was a throaty whisper in her current state of arousal, “I’m touching myself.”

The younger girls’ knees nearly buckled. Her hand shout out to the dresser beside her so that she could steady herself. The thoughts in her head had spun wildly out of control as she suddenly felt lightheaded and disoriented. ‘What is she doing to me?’ The steady pace of her heart was increasing with every pant she could hear through the receiver and it matched the throbbing at the apex of her thighs.