“Thanks drunk-Spencer. You do too.”

“I just want to kiss you right now Ashley.”

“Is that you or the insane amount of alcohol you’ve ingested talking?”

“Me. And I haven’t drank that much.”

Only enough to make the entire football team look like a bunch of jesus-loving pussys.

“Well, I’m sure there’s a few empty rooms with beds in them upstairs. Or we could get going back to my place…”

“Let’s go upstairs.”

We find the stairs, and when we were both sure no one was looking, we ran to the top with only one minor fall. All the doors to the rooms were closed, so I open the first one I see. I turn on the light and almost vomit. Madison is on her knees, giving Jason (the fat line-back on the football team) a blowjob.

“Davies! Get out of here!”

She didn’t have to tell me twice, so I flicked off the light and left the room, scarred for life.

The next room was free and me and Spencer went crashing onto the bed. She was on top, grinding and rubbing herself all over me. Being in someone else’s room with Spencer taking control was getting me very worked up.

“Do you think we need these clothes?” I asked her between kisses.

“Not at all.” She replied as she started to pull off her shirt.

We both stripped down to nothing, and Spencer laid back down on top of me. She pushed her tongue in my mouth, and I sucked on it. We rolled around a little until we were touching mouth to mouth, nipples to nipples and clit to clit. She started pressing into me a little harder, and we got a rhythm going. She was sucking on my neck, and I was starting to loose control. I could feel myself getting closer to orgasm, but I wanted it to last longer. I started trying to name all the Buffy episodes in my head, but Spencer started to whimper in my ear, which was making it incredibly hard to focus.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!?!”

I look up and see a very angry looking Glenn standing in the doorway with a beer in one hand and a very drunk looking girl’s hand in the other.