“It’s getting late, as much as I hate to, I should get you home.”

Even though she knew she was right, Spencer refused to get up. Laughing, Ashley pulled away and got herself up. She helped Spencer up and was taken aback when she leaned into her and kissed her. Ashley wrapped her arms around Spencer’s waist as she deepened the kiss. “Let’s go to my place.”

Spencer shook her head, “my place is closer.” Nodding in agreement, they picked up their stuff and somehow managed to make it back to the convertible.

It was even more of a miracle that they made it to Spencer’s. Ashley tried her best to focus on the road, but her passenger would do anything but behave. They finally made it and she hastily put the car in park. Spencer already had her keys out but struggled to get them in the door with Ashley trying not to break their make-out session that they started as soon as she switched gears in the car.

Neither of them could hardly contain herself they walked up the stairs. “Damn it Spence, why do you have to lock your door?” Ashley asked aggravated that she had to wait even longer for Spencer to find the right key. “Oh excuse me? Who kept filling up my half-full glass at the beach?” “Half-empty my dear,” she retorted laughing as she went in for another kiss.

The door clicked open, success!

In no time at all, Spencer re-locked the door and they were making their way to her bedroom. Ashley pulled away from the woman and eyed her up and down, finally. She took off Spencer’s shirt, and gently laid her on the bed. She was a little tipsy, but she wanted to take her time with her, this was more important than any other time they had sex. Ashley looked into her favorite pair of blue eyes, they were glazed over, but still sparkled. “You are so beautiful,” she whispered.

“Please Ash. I can’t wait anymore,” she pleaded.

“Patience is a virtue,” she smiled as she played around the zipper of her pants. Ashley slowly undid them as Spencer sighed softly. In one fell swoop, both her pants and thong were on the floor. Spencer gulped loudly at this action, and involuntarily bucked her hips. Grinning, Ashley lowered herself and nipped at her inner thighs as she took in the smell that she has grown to love. She didn’t know if it was the alcohol, or the intoxicating woman in front of her, but Ashley let the room spin around her. She parted Spencer’s lips and gently flicked her tongue against her clit, which elicited moans of approval.

They both got so lost in each other that they didn’t notice the knocking on the door. Softly at first, but soon it was all but breaking the door down.

“Shit!” shouted Spencer, “did you hear that?” She scrambled to put on her clothes.

Surprised at the sudden loss of Spencer, Ashley tried to comprehend what was going on.

Spencer was already in the living room trying to figure out what she should do when she heard a voice on the other side.

“OPEN THE DOOR!”