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Spencer ripped her hand out of her jeans when she heard the key in the door. She straightened up a little, wiped off her fingers, and took a second to let her breathing calm down a little while Ashley still fumbled outside. Drunk or just clumsy, Spencer wondered? Either way she was glad for the few extra moments it afforded her. They had been friends for a couple years now, but roommates for only a couple months, and she wasn’t eager to have to make excuses and have things be awkward for a few hours, or days, or weeks.

Ashley finally breeched the door and poured into the room, dropping her purse on the table, kicking off her heels as she walked, and plopping down onto the arm of the couch. She tapped Spencer’s feet and Spencer lifted her legs up while Ashley slid onto the couch, replacing Spencer’s splayed legs just as they had been, except over her lap. They sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the mindless Friday night movie. Finally, Spencer spoke.

“How was your date?” Ashley just chortled. “That good, huh?”

“The guy was a total douchebag. And a republican, too.” Spencer cringed. “How was your night?”

“Okay, pretty quiet. Just did some homework, made myself some dinner,” she turned briefly to Ashley, “some leftovers in the fridge if you want. Just been watching TV since then, had a few glasses of wine.” She waved lazily at the half-full glass on the coffee table. Spencer almost added, “played with myself while thinking about you” just to see what would happen, but she was still a good three or four glasses away from not being able to stop herself and was glad for that.

“I’m actually pretty stuffed, but I wouldn’t mind some of that wine”

“Yeah go ahead. There’s plenty.” Spencer lifted up her legs again as Ashley extracted herself. When she returned, Spencer had sat up and Ashley sat down right next to her. Spencer could feel their body heat mixing;their energies mingling. It wasn’t long before Ashley dozed off and tipped over so her head rested on Spencer’s shoulder. Her hair brushed across Spencer’s bare neck and Spencer nuzzled a little closer, their contours meeting to form new landscapes of body and clothes. She could smell Ashley’s hair and the remnants of the perfume she had put on for the date. It smelled like Ashley, so it smelled like magnetism; like irresistability; like incandescence.