“You’re taller and bigger than me; I think this’ll fit you best.” She said, digging through her drawers and producing an NYU athletics t-shirt. “Do you want to take a shower so you’re not sticky?” she offered. “I’ll put your other one in the wash after you change.” She said. I nodded and decided to take a shower. I didn’t feel like hanging out with her while reeking of coffee and getting all sticky as hell.

Spencer’s POV:

         I cannot really believe she is alive. I think I need contacts, by the way. I swear I saw her shot point blank in the head, and that she was dead. I know she was lying in a pool of blood on the sidewalk; how could someone have rescued her that quickly…unless it was the vigilante. But why wouldn’t she tell me that she had saved Ash? Perhaps she didn’t stick around to see if Ashley survived and assumed she had died also? I had to ask her the next time she came by. I felt a fresh stab of pain in my heart as I thought about how she had ran away from me last night. Would I ever see her again?

            Anyhow, I handed Ash one of my shirts as she stepped into the shower.  Hmm, I wonder if I have more suitable shirts-I should go dig in my drawers some more. Some of it got onto her pants too. I dug hastily through my drawers. I found only about 2 or 3 more loose fitting shirts. As for pants, I’m not sure if she’s around my size. I rummaged around like a gopher burrowing into someone’s lawn. Don’t I have sweat pants lying around somewhere? Ah, here they are! They better be clean. I performed the risky sniff and check test on it. Thankfully they were. I walked up to the bathroom and opened it. What happened next was embarrassing, yet fantastic at the same time. I opened up the door and there she was, dripping wet, outside of the shower, about to get a towel from the rack. I think I gaped at her naked body for the longest time until she cleared her throat. I know, my mind was so buried in the gutter when I saw her like that. My mouth went dry and I found myself with that familiar, nagging ache in between my legs again. She was a goddess. Not even a ounce of fat on that flawless body. She had a hard, muscular body, yet at the same time it had all the curves in the right places, and soft, yet firm breasts and an ass to go along with them. I licked my lips subconsciously. Ashley cleared her throat again. “Um… like something you see, Spencer?” she asked, trying to get me out of my fantasy world. “Huh? What? Sure.” I said absent-mindedly. I saw some droplets starting to fall right in between her breasts…oh Ash, let me lick that up for you… I shook my head. I had just processed what she had said to me. “Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry, Ashley! I, uh, clothes!” I said frantically, throwing them in her arms and closing the door. I lapped my forehead on the other side of the door. Someone tell me that I did not just stand there for 5 minutes ogling Ashley so obviously, I moaned inside of my head. Now she thinks I’m a total pervert. I need to get laid; I’m starting to embarrass myself because I’m getting so easily turned on these days. But Ashley’s sooo hot. Even more so with her clothes off! Spencer Carlin, you are one horny clit right now, I scolded myself.

             I couldn’t help it though- if you saw her nude and dripping wet in your bathroom, you’d need to go find your dildo or vibrator or something too! I closed my eyes, thinking about how she was probably drying herself off right now. I wanted to jump on my bed and invite her to come over. Oh yeah, Ashley, get on top of me and make me scream till my voice gives out! Gosh I need to get off right now; I’m going insane. No. Relax, Spencer. You can survive. You can wait till Ashley leaves to relieve yourself without gong completely insane. Ashley soon emerged from the bathroom all dry. She held up a…thong! That was mine! I almost had a heart attack from embarrassment. “Um, Spence? I don’t think I actually need to borrow these.” She said, grinning. I snatched them away quickly. “I’m so sorry, Ash. I had no idea how those got tangled up in there.” I said sheepishly, looking down at my feet. “Thanks for the peek at your underwear, though. Sexy,” She said, growling when she pronounced the last word. I thought I was going to jump on her and start humping her like one of those stupid, annoying, un-neutered dogs. I so want her to talk to me like that in bed. Spencer, she is not here for sex, I reminded myself. I’ve never seen such an attractive, sweet stud in my life though, so you could bet I was a step away from getting on my knees and panting at her thighs, eager to please her. I was crimson at this point from blushing and from the fact that the heat building up in my pants was getting to be somewhat unbearable. “Do you want something to eat or drink?” I asked, opening the fridge. I didn’t realize she had followed me and was right behind me-I had bent over to pull out some of those drawer things in the fridge to check if I still had anything edible, so when I stood up and turned around, our faces bumped into each others’, and my lips were suddenly pressed against hers’.