Ashley’s staring at me again. She’s been glancing at me since class has started. She’ll hold my gaze when she gets caught. Then she’ll lick her lips and turn away after a minute. I know what she wants. She probably wants me to meet her some where so we can have sex. We’re not together or anything; we’re not even really friends. We just had sex one night after a party and ended up meeting up again to do it once more. What can I say? She’s good at what she do. I’m just not the type to keep fucking my one night stands. We’re only pose to fuck once and Ashley and I have already messed that up by doing a repeat.

I look back over to Ashley and see she’s staring at the clock. This is the last class of the day and I know she’s itching to get out. She hates school. I take out my phone a couple of minute later when it vibrates. I have a text from Ashley.

‘We should hang out after school.’ It reads.

‘And do what?’ I reply. We never hanged out before, like I said we’re not friends.

‘Some stuff I want to do.’ She relies. I look over at her and roll my eyes.

‘Like what dumbass.’ I text her back and get my stuff together because the bells about to ring. I flip my phone open after my notebooks and stuff is secure in my bag.

‘Finger you’ I almost drop my phone after reading her message. I look up as the bell ring and see she’s coming over to my desk.

“So… we hanging out?” She asks grinning.

“I don’t think so.” I say standing up.

“Come on, you know you want me to.” She says following me down the hall.

“Damn Spence. I didn’t know you would get so wet off a text message.” Ashley says moving her hands around in my panties. I know what I said about us fucking again but I also remember me telling you ‘she’s good at what she do’. So that’s why we’re in her house with me pinned against her bedroom wall.

“Ashley you said you would finger me. Not talk.” I say bucking into her hand.