Spencer grabbed Ashley’s hand, gripping her fragile fingers hard as she led them through the jam packed dance floor and up the dark wooden staircase. the heat that the masses had produced was bolstering but nothing compared to the inferno burning inside of her. by now her whole body was sweating, glistening balls of h20  burning hot trails down her skin. “uggh…” Ashley grunted as she felt spencer push her hard against the wall outside her bedroom, wasting no time in finding her bra clasp and tossing the lacey material down the hall. even if Ashley wanted to, she couldn’t say anything. she couldn’t protest and she couldn’t stop her determined little vixen. spencer was kissing her like she had never kissed her before, running her hands viciously through curly brown locks. she’d been thinking about her girlfriend all day. thinking about touching her. licking her. sucking her until she arched her back off whatever was bracing her, screaming her name as she gripped sweaty sheets. spencer pulled her lips away, gasping for breath, leaning her forehead against Ashley as they both breathed heavily trying to refill their burning lungs. Ashley placed her hands on spencer’s cheeks, laughing sexily before griping the top of her miniskirt and pulling her into her bedroom. spencer leaned back against the inside of the door, reaching behind her to lock it. their bodies were pressed together, both pausing for a second to soak in the moment. if you were there, you could feel the lust in the air, you could smell the sex that was about to take place. “how bad do you want me, Spence?” Ashley whispered, taking spencer’s ring finger into her mouth and sucking it slowly. spencer didn’t say anything, but instead positioned her wet finger over ashley’s nipple, her hand inside ashley’s top. “jesus…spence” Ashley moaned. “Shh.” Spencer whispered. “go sit on the edge of the bed and close your eyes.” Ashley laughed, turned on and impressed “you planned this, spencer? so unlike you” “sit” spencer said seriously, her voice low and husky. from the depths of her closet, she pulled out a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs as well as a little key. she placed the key on her nightstand before she approached her girlfriend whose jaw had, understandably, dropped. “stand up” spencer commanded, her face the definition of seriousness. the way she was commanding her…telling her what to do. it was hott. erotic. she clenched her fists in an attempt to not attack spencer, pull her skirt down and taste the pussy that had been on her mind all day. spencer reached forward, pulling ashley’s halter top, sucking in her breath at the sight of completely topless girlfriend. Ashley motioned to take  a step forward “don’t” spencer said. instead, the blonde took the fateful step forward, trapping her in a long kiss as she reached behind ashley’s back and bound her hands in the cuffs. she moved her lips to her neck, never stopping her oral assault. she held Ashley tight, biting, groping, sucking her body. she reached the plain between her breasts, kissing her way to her hard little nipples and taking one into her mouth at a time. “fuck…spencer. jesus…jesus Christ” Ashley knees had started to buckle, she hadn’t been able to stand straight since spencer started kissing her. she was fighting at the handcuffs but pathetically losing the battle. however, spencer couldn’t care less. she needed to be with her. touching her wasn’t enough. she was on her knees now licking a line right above ashley’s jeans, she felt her own sense of urgency, driven by her girlfriends. spencer undid the button on ashley’s pants, pulling them down. “spencer…please.” she licked the large wet spot on her underwear, hands on either side of ashley’s ass to brace herself. “unnngh….” spencer stood up, pulling off her own shirt and undoing her skirt. Ashley stood there, now stark naked (Spence had taken care of the underwear) , mesmerized, wet as hell, and pissed. she couldn’t handle anymore of the teasing. “you’re angry” spencer said as she slowly reached behind her back to undo her bra, and removed it at a more excrutiatingly slow pace. Ashley was staring at her tits now. “spencer…” “what?” she said, taking a step closer. she walked across the room, sporting nothing but her underrules, and began toying with the key to the handcuffs, rolling it between her fingers. Ashley was staring at the keys. “ash, if I take those off of you, do you promise to do everything I tell you to?” “fuck, yes” “you promise?” Ashley was still staring at her tits, her anger rising. slam her against the bed, push her panties aside, thrust three fingers in and out…hard…harder  Ashley heard the distinct sound of metal clicking and flung the handcuffs across the room. she didn’t waste any time. she pulled spencer into her hard, crushing their bodies together, pulling her hands through her blonde locks and pushing her deeper into the kiss. spencer pushed her back against the bed and retreated. “you promised” she said, her voice huskier than before. I guess spencer couldn’t handle the teasing anymore either. with that said, it’s no surprise that she ripped of ashley’s panties, threw her legs over her shoulders, and buried her face in ashley’s, literally, sopping wet pussy. by now, Ashley might’ve well have been screaming. her body shook as spencer sent her into oblivion.  

sunlight poured through the open windows of the carlin residence, illuminating their little world. the floor was littered with cans of coors light and red plastic cups. clay and Chelsea lay intertwined on the living room couch totally passed out. aiden had made camp on the kitchen counter, drooling a trail to the floor. all of them must’ve been out like lights, after all, they didn’t hear her come in. they didn’t catch the all familiar creaking of the staircase, the curses that were being slung around like boomerangs as she took in the state of their house. she had come home early from her shift at the hospital to see her daughter, take her out for breakfast, and perhaps reconcile, help her see the light. Arthur had neglected to tell his wife about the bash that was being hosted at their house. sort of like how spencer had neglected to lock the door again when she went to use that bathroom earlier that morning. paula lightly tapped, didn’t knock, on spencer’s door before slowly pushing it open and sticking her head in. “WHAT THE…GET OFF MY FUCKING DAUGHTER!” ashley’s head had been resting on spencer’s chest. they had been asleep, enjoying a moment of peace, a moment of solitude, completely unaware of the danger that loomed ahead.