Every time someone mentioned her name she felt like pulling a Tom Cruise, jumping around and yelling like a maniac who’s feelings are too intense to hold inside. Unlike old Tom though, Ashley knew how to keep her cool. It was a survival tactic that one had to have when dealing with raging hormones and constant mood swings.

Being the teen aged daughter of a constantly traveling rockstar and an apathetic whore (as Ashley would put it) of a mother, constantly switching therapists and dealing with the flack of being a nonconformist had taught the only child a lot of things. One: When it comes down to it, you’ve only got yourself. Two: Saying what people want to hear makes life a lot easier. Three: Don’t hit on your therapist. And Four: Don’t let them get to you.

Her defensive walls had remained steadfast and strong. Serving her well as she kept up the facade of being the typical despondent rebellious teenager she was expected to be. ‘So much for nonconformity. No matter how hard her mother slapped her or how easy it was for her father to lie or how harsh the insults from her peers were, the carefully crafted mask never cracked.

Then she walked in and the whole thing began to unravel. She saw right through her and wasn’t afraid or disgusted of what was there. She didn’t pity her in a belittling way but generally felt so damn sorry for what she was going through that it surprised the hell out of the Latina. ‘She still doesn’t know the whole story so don’t get too excited.’ the cynical voice sneered at her.

Shoving it to the back of her mind, her thoughts drifted towards a happier theme. Naked Spencer. Despite the fact that no, she had never seen the girl naked but yes, she had made it to second base with her, did not detract from the fact that a simple stare from those sapphire eyes would make her nerve-endings tingle with desire. Shooting signals all over her body but mostly down below.

It felt as if they pierced into her soul and the thought alone caused a delightful shiver down her spine. She was getting herself worked up. The thought of stopping this crossed her mind briefly but soon vanished as she felt her hand rest across her newly exposed abdomen.

She smirked, ‘Looks like my body knows best.’ A contended sigh filled the room as her fingers found their way under the waistband of her pajama pants. Thoughts of Spencer, a light sheen of sweat combined with candle light making her body look as if she was glowing, raced through the back of Ashley’s mind. She could hear her panting, feel her writhing beneath her body, taste the salty yet sweet skin as she sucked and nibbled at her neck. “Oh fuck.” she gasped aloud as her own fingers made contact with her surprisingly wet center. Only Spencer had ever caused such a reaction through mere thought, it made the whole experience that much more arousing.

“You’re beautiful, You’re beautiful, You’re beautiful, it’s true.”

She rolled her eyes and glanced over at her nightstand. “1:00 o’clock, right on time.”

Reaching over with her free hand, she flipped open her phone and brought it to her ear. “Hey baby.” her voice slightly husky.

“Hey honey. You okay? You sound out of breath.”

“No I’m fine, no problems.” she assured her girlfriend as she started to stroke herself languidly between her thighs. Barely containing a stifled moan, her grip on her phone became a lot tighter, “How was church?”

“Same ol’ condemning, blessing and confessing. Nothing too exciting.” The sound of Spencer’s voice was only adding to the overall sensations that were wracking her body. “Except Glen nearly fell down the stairs trying to catch up with this one girl… Ash? Ashley? What the hell is going on? Are you on your treadmill or something?”

“Spence.”

“Yeah?”

“What are you wearing?”