Unfortunatly, I didnt take note that she had eventually stopped her panting and her mind has returned back to normal. I was only shook out of my state, when I heard her giggle, "Having fun over there?" I had jumped and my hand quickly left my pussy. I was a little embarrased that she saw me touching myself, but she didnt seem to mind. "Spence," I whispered. It was hard to be serious because she was laughing.

"Do you need a little help?" She said in this sexy tone, that I almost came right then and there. When she reached down and began to play with my wetness, as badly as I wanted her to fuck me, I knew I needed to stop it because she wasnt ready. She was just doing it because she felt like she had to return the favor and I didnt want it like that.

"Babe no," I say after a few minutes of her caressing my needy center, "Stop, look, you dont have to. I wanted tonight to be about you and only you. Let’s just sleep, okay?"

"Ash, I…"

I place one finger to her lips to silence her. "No, can we just lie here, please? I really want to just hold you."

I think she felt the same way because she laid back to rest and allowed me to place my arms around her body.

And we fell asleep.

Unfortunatly, she moved not long after that. A few months, really. She didnt live that far away, so we did keep in touch and try the whole long distance thing, but it never worked out. I just felt that after a certain amount of time, she just wanted to move on and away from me. I remember crying myself to sleep, because she would never write me or call me back. I left so many messages.

After a certain point, I just gave up because it was obvious she didnt need or want me anymore. I tried dating, but it wasnt right. Every girl reminded me of Spencer. So, I just decided to go back to my old ways, the ways of just simply fucking and then leaving.

Every once in a while, I would read over our emails, or listen to the messages from her on my phone (I had never deleted them). There was this one girl that sort of looked like Spencer that I came in contact with. She was thin, sweet and blonde. I remember that I started bawling after I fucked her because of the resemblence. She attempted to comfort me, but I just started yelling at her to get out of my house.

Anyway, to skip past all the boring details, for now, lets just say that I did eventually see her again, years later.

And lets just say that she was not the same Spencer that I used to love.