Spencer.  She murmured, smirking.

Ashley had just been given a direct line into her bedroom.

Leaning back against the wall she stroked herself through her panties.

Closing her eyes, she could just picture her… spread out on the bed, nightgown bunched up to her waist, baring her lovely body to the moonlight shining in through her window. She’d trace a hand up her body to-

***

Lightly clutch her breast. Moaning, Spencer slowly lowered the lacy fabric of her nightgown, baring herself to her touch. Bringing a hand up to her mouth, she licked the fingers and brought them back down to her already distended nipple and slowly circled a finger around the areola.

In her fantasy, Ashley was beside her in the bed. It was her hand that cupped her breast, her mouth that suckled the nipple.

She breathed heavily through her intense arousal and moved her hand underneath her panties to delve a single finger inside. Arching her hips off the bed, she closed her eyes and envisioned Ashley doing this to her.

She added a second finger and cried out at the friction. Rolling her head back and forth on the pillow, she opened her mouth and whimpered out-

***

“Ashley, I need you.”

Ashley’s eyes rolled back as she stroked her clit furiously. Just listening to Spencer moan her name was almost more than she could bear. She wanted to be in there with her. Tasting her, touching her, loving her…

Listening intently to the whimpers that came through the vent, Ashley closed her eyes and pictured Spencer there with her. Driving her fingers into her, or on her knees in front of her, lavishing her core with her tongue .

Ashley shuddered and tried to refrain herself from coming at that little bit of imagery. She remembered all to well what it had been like that night.

She wanted to wait this out. Hear every little sigh that came from that Spencer’s pouty red mouth. Listen to her pleasure herself alone in her room, thinking of her, wanting her to push her up against the wall and-

***

fuck her ’til she couldn’t stand.

Breathing harshly now, Spencer jammed in a third finger and imagined it was Ashley. Filling her, completing her, wanting her…

She moved her hand ferociously, moments away from orgasm. The fantasy was just too intense. Ashley would lay her back on the bed and spread her legs wide, opening her completely to her touch. The look in her eyes would be pure lust. Lost to sensation, she wouldn’t wait. She wouldn’t go slow. She’s thrust her fingers into Spencer with a driving force, knocking her head back against the headboard.

Shoving her fingers mercilessly into herself, she imagined Ashley would tower over her staring straight into her eyes as she thrust her fingers furiously into her.

“I love you, Spencer.” She’d say.

Spencer closed her eyes and came with a scream.

***

Hearing the loud wail echo through the wall, Ashley stroked herself without mercy.

“Fuck, Spencer!” She cried out, coming so hard she almost passed out.

Feeling replete, she slouched down the wall until she was in a sitting position on the floor. God, she had to see her. Soon. Thank God Kyla and Aiden were going out of town tomorrow night. She needed to be alone with her. She had to have her.

Gathering her bearings, Ashley picked herself up off the ground and went to her bedroom.

She closed the door before hearing Spencer’s last breathy murmur.

“I love you, Ashley.”