Spencer stretched as she stood up, kicking her chair back into its place underneath the wooden bureau she had been working at. Her mind still flashed with memories of her beautiful ex-girlfriend as she turned her Cd player on.

She let out a bitter laugh as the mocking sound of Panic! At The Disco filled the small room. She let her body fall back onto her soft bed. With her feet hanging over the edge, she pushed herself upwards, letting her head lie on the pillows as her eyes softly closed, thoughts of Ashley squirming underneath her heated touch still prominent in her mind.

Let’s get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

Subconsciously her right hand drifted onto her stomach and started to play with the hem of the small pair of shorts she was currently wearing. Her mind swam with times Ashley had lightly rested her hand at the pit of her stomach before her fingertips had continued south. Whether playful and teasing or urgent and aggressive, Ashley’s hands always seemed to reach Spencer, where she needed her girlfriend the most.

From their first time together when Ashley had been so patient for months and had taken things as slowly and gently as possible, stopping every now and again, checking to make sure Spencer was comfortable. To times of heated passion in small toilet cubicles, when deftly moving hands had found sensitive areas emitting strangled cries of pleasure. To leisurely lovemaking sessions on Saturday mornings. Once Spencer and Ashley had taken their relationship to a physical level they couldn’t keep their carnal desires at bay and consequently their hands off of each other.

Spencer’s slender fingers had already started to move in and out of her aching heat before she had even registered pushing the soft cotton of her panties aside.

So I guess we’re back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus
In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?
(Let’s pick up, pick up)

A memory of Ashley’s fingers moving swiftly inside of her as the brunette nipped at her neck flooded through Spencer, the shorter girl muttering about how beautiful the blonde looked when she was nearing her orgasm.