Ch.9

                My eyes snapped open right when my alarm went off. I turned my head to see Ashley still snoring peacefully, with one arm still around my waist, and the other on my ass. A bit of drool was coming out of her mouth, and from the looks of it, she was pretty content, wearing a huge smile on her face. “Ash..” I said, shaking her gently. “Ash, we have to get up.” “Mhmm.. oh, SPENCERRR.. you feel so good..” she slurred in her sleep, turning over. I blushed and then shook her again. This time she smacked my arms away with hers and kept on sleeping. “No, I’m on top..” she mumbled. I snickered. How can she be dreaming of sex RIGHT AFTER we had sex all night long, I mused. This should wake her up. I slid my hands under the blanket and played with her clit. “Mmmmm..” she groaned, her clit twitched under my fingers. I tapped it some more and then rolled it around in my fingers. She was starting to stir now, tossing and turning in my bed. Ok, Ash, wake up… I thrust a finger into her dripping pussy, and she opened her eyes now, groaning “Oh yeah, Spence…fuck me!” I smirked evilly and withdrew my finger once she was wide awake. “Wait, Spence, what are you doing?” she shot up in bed, staring at me as if I’d suddenly sprouted another head.  

                I slid out of bed and picked up our clothes and the strap on we’d throw on the floor from last night. “I’m cleaning up, and then I’m going to take a shower, eat breakfast, and go to school.” I replied, handing her her clothes. “Ash, my parents are going to be calling me down for breakfast any second now, so you have to beat it.” “Why Spencer, you’re treating me as if I’m one of your whores.” Ashley said, indignant. I laughed. “Ashley, first of all, I don’t have any so called ‘whores’, and second of all, I just don’t want you to get caught in my house. Unless, you enjoy having to face off with my mother, who’s going to try to hang you for fucking her daughter.” I giggled. I went back to the bed where Ashley was sitting up and kissed her gently on the cheek. “Sorry for being so blunt, but I’m really paranoid of my parents catching us ever since my mother walked in on us last year.” Ashley shuddered at that memory. She wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed the tip of my nose. “Oh, all right then, Spence. You can kick me out. But I better be your only whore, ok?” She joked.  I laughed. “Ashley, I told you, I don’t keep whores. I keep only angels. Like you.” Ashley smiled, but then I saw a flash of pain across her face. “What’s wrong, Ash?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.