The next morning Spencer is woken by a shriek. Her mom is standing over her scowling. “Spencer Marie Carlin! I want an explanation this instant!” Spencer opens her eyes and blinks at her mother. “What was this doing in the bathroom?” Paula unfolds a magazine center fold of a girl in a thong set with her legs wide open. Spencer salivates.

“I needed a reference to look at when I buy underwear for Ashden at the mall later.” She lies straight to Paula’s face. “I know those are really slutty but all of mine are frumpy.” Paula gives her a suspicious look. “Well. If you get dressed now we can go and get clothes too.” Paula suggests. “I kinda wanted to sleep in but whatever.” Spencer is glad to be off the hook. “I’ll go make you some breakfast.” Paula goes downstairs. Spencer looks at the clock, 9:30am.

She groans and gets up and dressed. She sends Ashden a text. Morning Sweetcheeks! I need a favor. On the table is OJ and crispy bacon. She eats fast. When they get to the mall she gets another text. Hey, what could you possibly need this early in the morning? And Sweetcheeks? From Ashden. Be my bf tonite? For the rents, 7:30ish. And you have a cute ass. A few seconds later Spencer gets a reply. Ok, but u owe me 1. Come wake me up around 2. From Ashden.

Ashden stretches and yawns then rubs his eyes. “You are the best sleeper on the planet.” Spencer’s voice says. He opens his eyes. Spencer is perched on his hips smiling sweetly. “Hi, how did you get in?” He asks sleepily. Spencer shifts on top of him. “Kyla let me in. She went to Starbucks with her friends.” Spencer slides her hands up his chest. “What time is it?” He asks raising his hips slightly. “3-fricken-thirty. I have been trying to wake you up for and hour.” Spencer laughs. “Wish I could wake up to you every morning.” Ashden smiles. “Do you work out? You’re kinda buff.” Spencer is still on top.

Ashden flexes. “Home gym and free weights downstairs.” He puts his hands on her hips. She leans down and kisses him. “Spence, c-can I… be on t-top?” He’s shy. She lays down and he straddles her. Then he holds his arms up awkwardly. “Quick, kiss me.” Spencer says. He kisses her gently, carefully. She moans lightly. “Sorry.” He pulls away. “No, that was good.” She puts her arms around his neck. “I don’t know…what to…” he trails off. Spencer puts his hands on her breasts. “I’ll show you.” She kisses him deeply and asks for entrance. He accepts, feeling her hands on his ass. Then he presses into her, not moving his hands. Spencer arches her shoulders moaning. Ashden slides his tongue into her mouth and puts his hands in her hair. Then he moans thrusting into her.

Spencer’s hands move to his chest and feel his binding. “Do you ever take it off?” She pulls away. He shakes his head. “I can’t get out of bed if I wake up as a girl.” Spencer squeezes his chest trying to picture him as Ashley. “What do you do when you get your period?” Ashden groans and holds out his wrist. Spencer traces a series of scars. “Why?” She asks. He moves off of her and lays down. “Because I feel disgusting and wrong. I figure if I time it right I’ll bleed out and die.” Ashley says. “You’re not disgusting. You’re beautiful.” Spencer kisses her neck. She moans and then Spencer’s phone rings.

“Hello? Um… to a movie… I don’t know, like nine…I’m driving…alright, bye.” She hangs up. “What was that about?” Ashden pulls her close. “My mom wanted to know our plans for later.” Spencer goes back to his neck. “W-why can’t I drive?” He whines. “You only have your permit.” Spencer teases. “Why were you up at 9:30 this morning?” He changes the subject. Spencer laughs. “My mom found one of my nudie mags in the bathroom and flipped out on me. So, I made up this crazy lie about underwear for you. She believed it and decided to take me lingerie shopping.” Spencer laughs some more. Ashden moans. “Do I get to see this?” “If you’re a good boy tonight, maybe.” Spencer purrs.

“Anything you want babe.” “Ok, when we’re at the house if I tilt my head kiss me. And try to always hold my hand or have your arm around me. My mom thinks we’ve been going out for two weeks.” Spencer rubs his arm. “Two weeks? But, we’re not even really going out, are we?” He looks up at her. “No, but my mom thinks that since I’ve been spending all my time ‘with that neighbor-boy’.” She imitates her mother. “Will you be my girlfriend for real?” “Yes”