I woke up and rolled over, groaning when Ashley wasn’t in bed again. But my nose quickly picked up on the smell of something cooking and I grinned before rolling out of her bed and pulling on a pair of blue boy shorts and one of Ashley’s beaters. I walked out of her bedroom and into the kitchen, coming to an abrupt stop when instead of Ashley I came across a beautiful Spanish girl who was dancing as she cooked and humming along with what sounded like some sort of Latin based music. Her hair was long and curly and gorgeous. It hung around her waist and seemed to dance along with her. She was small though, standing at maybe five feet flat with the body of a dancer. Her every moment was graceful and screamed of sexuality.

                “Hello,” I jumped at the sound of her voice. She looked amused as I blushed; she’d obviously caught me checking her out. “You must be Ashley’s girlfriend, I’m Kristin.”

                “Oh, Kristin!” I said, my mind going back to the paranoia I’d had that this was the girl Ashley had a crush on. Now that I was looking at her it didn’t seem like such a stupid idea. The girl was gorgeous. “Where’s uh, where’s Ashley?”

                “Good question. I assumed that she was with you.” She said, as she went back to the pans. “Want some eggs?” She asked, as her hips started to sway again.

                “Uhm –“

                “No, she’ll be eating with me.” Ashley said, her voice making me jump as she walked into the kitchen. I smiled when her arms wrapped around me from behind and I laced my fingers through the ones that rested on my stomach. “Kristin is a fantastic cook though,” Ashley informed me, making me smile. “Maybe she’ll cook for us while you’re here.”

                “I’ll think about it.” She said playfully as she scooped her eggs onto a plate.

                “Where were you?” I asked when we got back into her bedroom.

                “I was going to get us something to eat, but I missed you too much.” She said, fake pouting and making me giggle as I leaned in to kiss her. “So uh, how long do you think we have until your mom calls?” She said suggestively, walking me backwards. As if on cue my cell phone went off from her bedside table but when Ashley went to pick it up I caught her hand and kissed the fingertips.