I sighed and turned on my side to wake up to Ashley snuggled against me still, fast asleep. I glanced over at her clock. 11:33. It was almost noon and she was still sleeping like a baby. I kissed her nose and stroked her hair, admiring her beauty. Her hair was somewhat strewn across her face, and the corner of her mouth was slightly open. A smirk came across my face as I realized how to effectively wake her up. I grazed her abs with the tips of my nails, making her mumble something in her sleep as my hand made its way down her boxers and towards her… “best friend” as I like to call her. There’s logic to that. Ashley plays with her ‘best friend’ a lot. And I mean… A LOT. It only took a little bit of petting to wake her ‘friend’ up and have it poking out, begging for more attention. Ashley groaned in her sleep and grabbed a corner of her pillow in her fist. I could only imagine what she must have been dreaming about, because she had that classic horny Ashley Davies smile across her face. I rubbed up and down her slit, making her heated center dampen her boxers as well as my fingers. “MMMMmmm… Spencerrrrrr…” Ashley growled, finally turning and opening her eyes. “Yes?” I replied, kissing her lips softly. “Morning.” I said brightly, smiling down at her. “Mmmph… sex. Now.” Ashley growled, pressing her center against my hand. “Ash… I can’t believe you’re horny already, considering last night…” Ashley whimpered and gave me a puppy dog face. “It’s not my fault you make me so… hornnnnnaaaaayyyy…” she groaned, shoving my hand back in her pants. I giggled and slapped her clit. “HEY!” Ashley yelped. “Let’s have breakfast first.” I mumbled into her mouth as I kissed her harder this time, reaching around and holding the back of her neck and I leaned into our kiss. “I’d rather have you for breakfast.” Ashley moaned, humping my hand a little. “No. We need something to eat babe, before we-“ Suddenly the door burst open.

                There stood my mother and Christine, Ashley’s mom. “If you’re referring to Ashley’s latest conquest, she’s probably in here.” Christine snapped at Paula, turning on her heel and leaving afterwards. I gasped and pulled the blankets over us. I watched as my mother’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and she clasped her hand over her mouth. Ashley held me tightly. I trembled in her arms, praying this was just a bad dream. But it wasn’t just a dream. It was a real life nightmare. My mother stood there speechless for about a minute before she finally found her voice again. “HOW DARE YOU DO SOMETHING SO, SO SINFUL AND DISGUSTING?!” she raged. She made her way over to the bed and grabbed me by the hair. “Let her go, Paula!” Ashley barked, holding onto me. My mother slapped Ashley across the face hard, and yanked me out of Ashley’s bed when Ashley momentarily loosened her grip on me to touch her face. My mother swung me to the ground. “PUT ON SOME CLOTHES NOW!” Ashley threw on her shirt quickly and grabbed me by the waist. “She stays here, Paula. Spencer doesn’t need any ‘parents’ who treat her worse than a dog.” Ashley growled. “Stand in my way and I’ll have the cops forcibly remove you from her, you Satan!” my mom hissed. “Call me what you want, but you will never be able to keep us from loving each other.” Ashley shot back defiantly, looking at her square in the eye. Paula struck Ashley again, and I screamed. “DON’T HURT HER- MOM, STOP! PLEASE!” I pleaded, putting on my clothes and begging my mother for mercy. My mother grabbed me by the wrist and started dragging me out. “Spencer! No! Stay here! Stay with me!” Ashley cried out, scrambling towards us. “No, Ash.” I said softly, tears starting to fall freely down my cheeks. The look of devastation across Ashley’s face broke my heart. It still does to this day when I occasionally think about her. I had betrayed her by choosing to let my mother drag me out the door, but it was necessary. I just couldn’t bear to see Ashley being hit over and over again because of me. I wonder every day whether it was worth it. Whether it’s better to have experienced love and then have lost it than to have never loved at all.