The minute she’d seen Ashley in a dress she knew that it was going to be one of those nights, the sort that seems to go on forever until it collapses in a spent pile just before daybreak, or maybe a little after. Nights like these weren’t uncommon with them but they weren’t particularly common either; they were special treats here and there both girls quite enjoyed.

Ashley, of course, knew exactly what sort of effect the dress would have. Spencer was quite adorably easy to read. She wasn’t gaping–not yet–but she was pressing her lips together in a vain effort to keep them away from Ashley’s. Every now and then her tongue darted across her lips and Ashley smiled at the little admission of want. More than once she wondered if Spencer was conscious she did that, or that she was staring. Then again, this was the low cut dress with the black lace trim, and her hair was up. Really, Spencer hadn’t ever stood a chance.

Dinner went just as planned but neither of them was really thinking about the food. Spencer’s mind was traveling across those collarbones–who had collarbones like that, honestly?–and Ashley’s was urging her along. It was no surprise, then, that they both left early and clung a little too tightly to each other’s hands on the way home.

They hardly waited until the door was closed. Rather, Spencer hardly did; the moment it was shut she whirled around and slammed Ashley against the wall. Her hands went straight for the other girl’s ass and squeezed. Ashley expected no less of her, pressing their lips together with a dire need. She traced Spencer’s lower lip with the tip of her tongue and smiled into the kiss as Spencer let out the littlest of moans.

The victory, small as it was, was short-lived. Spencer never let things like that slide for too long. Almost before Ashley knew what was going on, Spencer had pinned her again and tilted her head to the side. Ashley’s breath caught; she knew what was coming next, and she liked it. A second later Spencer’s mouth was hovering above her neck. Ashley didn’t know whether she was going to bite or lick, but honestly she didn’t quite care.