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    Before the Worst – (Chapter: Three)

    Chapter 3

     

                “You’re so hot,” I said as I gazed at Ashley lying on my bed.  She was on her stomach, sideways with her legs dangling, so as not to put her deep red heels on my clean sheets.  I told her that she could take them off when we entered my room, but at this moment I was happy that she decided not too.

                Ashley dropped the magazine that she had been flipping through and looked at me, wide eyed.  Suddenly she took her bottom lip in between her teeth and bit down.

                “You’re not too bad yourself Spence,” she said as she flipped onto her back and shimmied back to my head board.  “Why don’t you come over here.”  It was more of a command than a question as she patted the spot right between her legs.

                I nodded slowly in acquiescence.  After swallowing the lump forming in my throat, I told my legs to walk.  As I made my way over to the bed, which seemed miles away, rather than the 5 feet that it actually was, Ashley slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a wine colored demi, encasing breast that just begged to be let out.  Her bra and her shoes matched.  That’s a new one, I thought.  Usually purses and shoes matched. 

                I was nervous; I had made out with plenty of girls, but never more than that, half because I wanted to do it with the right person and half because I was afraid I’d have no idea what I was doing.

                I finally made it to the edge of the bed, crawling on all fours to reach her at the top.  The closer I got to her, the more I could feel my skin heat up.

                “Aww, don’t be nervous, baby,” she reassured me before pulling her hair tie out and letting her brown locks cascade around her.  She then took control, reaching for my hand as she placed it on her thigh moving it slowly up to the opening of her skirt.  As she opened her legs to give me more access, I was able to see a matching wine colored thong.

                My breath hitched at the sight and she gave me a small, devilish smile.  

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    1. damn it why’d the dream have to end?!?!? good to know where spence’s head’s at lol. another great update, pms I’m seriously addicted to this already!

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