August 24, 2009 2:10 pm PST

I’m watching her lips and I can’t move. The corners of her mouth twitch which causes me to look into her eyes.

Ashley: “It’s okay.” She smiles a little bigger and leans in to my mouth. She licks her lips slowly and as I watch her tongue snake across her lips my body moves like a magnet towards her; making us impossible closer.

Spencer: “Wait.” I manage to breath out.

Ashley: “What?” She looks scared and nervous as her head shoots back.

Spencer: “We can’t do this…,” All the color drains from her face and she visible looks like someone just kicked the shit out of her. “On Veronica’s bed.” I smile at her and her beautiful face lights up. She actually HOPS over me and takes my hand helping me off the bed! She guides me over to my bed and I sit on the edge looking up at the radiant face standing before me as she positions herself so that one her legs is in-between mine.

She seems so anxious. Like she doesn’t know what to do first. I look her up and down and understand her feeling. She softly brushes the hair that rests on my shoulders behind my neck and interlocks her fingers so that her palms hold my neck while her thumbs brush my cheeks. She just gazes at me. Her eyes search mine as if she’s trying to memorize something and I am mentally taking a picture of her wonderment. I associate her stare with every child’s momentary pause of their Christmas tree- moments before they rip through each wrapped package with over-eagerness. She is actually drinking me in and I bath in every moment of it.

Ashley: “Okay.” She lets out in a ragged voice, more to herself than to me, like the time for waiting is over.

She bends down slightly, letting one hand run the length of my neck to my shoulder, and lets her lips graze my neck and she inhales deeply. I shudder under the act and my hands move from the edge of bed to the back of her legs. They start behind her knees and travel measurably up to wear her thighs and skirt meet.

I more feel her snicker than hear her as my hands come to a stop. Her lips smile against my neck before she returns to her original position standing in front me. She takes her hand from my shoulder and brushes her thumb along my bottom lip below my cut.