And I love making them do things. I love to see how far I can push them and what they’re willing to do for me. Sometimes I make them strip and give me lap dances. Sometimes, I tie them up. Other times, I force them to fuck themselves before I give them anything.

And then there are times like these, when I like to be fucked.

I dont really know why.

"Ohhhh…oh, yes….thats the spot, Tiff!"

"Come for me, Ash."

And thats when it happened. Usually I wouldnt go this much into detail about all the useless sex that I have, but this time was very different. I did something that I never thought I would. Sure, it was always on my mind, but the words never actually went past my lips.

For a small minute, a breif moment, I saw something.

My eyes shoot open and when I look up, I don’t witness Tiff, the slutty girl with the large tits. Her image has been replaced with that beautiful blonde that I used to know. The one that held me hand and walked through thick and thin with me. The one that I grew up with. The one that could make me melt, just by smiling at me.

My head is shaking a little now, trying to erase that fantasy away. I come to realize that even if I keep shaking or keep closing my eyes, Spencer’s face is always and forever present, as if I cant just shake her away. All these thoughts and ideas were running through my mind. Shes absent, but for some reason, I hear her voice. Not the one that called me a dyke, the voice that used to comfort me.

"Come for me Ash, I know you want to."

That’s what came out of Tiff’s mouth, but thats not really what I heard. My mind wasnt processing that. I heard a delicate, innocent, sincere voice. And this voice wasnt demanding that I climax for her, no, this one was being soft, gentle and telling me that I look beautiful.

"Mmm."

It was as if she were here. I suddenly began recalling every trivial detail about that girl. The way she smiled at me, the way her eyes shined, no matter what was going on. Those amazingly wonderful blue eyes that I used to get completely lost in.

And then visions of her nude figure came into play. Her skin was always so gentle and tender. I remember running my fingertips along her arms and hearing her whimper because of my touch. Her breasts were no where as big as Tiff’s but it didnt matter. They were small, but gorgeous. They felt so very right when they were in my hands. They made her look beautiful.

"Oh god!" I am so close, I can feel myself getting tight around Tiff’s fingers. Thing is, by this point, I have lost so much control and cant seem to find myself. "Ohhh, Spencerrrr," is what comes flying out as I reach my pending orgasm.

And I dont look at Tiff’s face, because at first, I didnt know what was happening, but when she violently pushed me away and barked, "What the hell did you just say?" I knew something was up.