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28 Days – (Chapter: Can you see the forest for the tree?)
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Ashley had no idea what Spencer told Aiden, but the three of them seemed cool. The girls were pretty much inseparable for the next two weeks. They were expected to spend their days together anyway, and Spencer had grinned when she heard that, not minding in the slightest. Ashley was happier than she could remember being in forever. Tempted as Ashley was to make Madison’s life hell, Spencer kept to her role as bodyguard well and stopped her from doing anything rash. Actually, she stopped her from doing anything at all. Not being allowed to leave the campsite after dark made life a little difficult when it came to finding time to kiss, but Ashley was inventive, and Spencer reciprocated each and every time. After that first conversation, Ashley had been wise enough not to raise the topic again. Anyway, Spencer seemed perfectly happy in her company, and there had been the night before…
Ashley had briefly gone back to the cabin from their forced movie night. It was raining, and the teachers had gathered everyone indoors, going so far as to do a head count! Ashley was cold, and had gotten permission from Mr. Forrest to grab a sweater, and she’d been so well behaved for the last few weeks, he let her go with a nod and a grin.
She’d dashed across the wet ground, and ended up in her cabin, a little damp and breathless. She was rooting around in her bag, swearing and looking for a sweater when she felt warm hands on her waist, and warm breath on her ear. She felt Spencer slide her hands around to her abdomen, pulling her back and kissing her ear, tongue sliding out to lick gently. Ashley moaned, covering Spencer’s hands with her own and tilting her head sideways, giving her better access.
“You’re wet” she heard Spencer murmur, as she ran her mouth down the side of Ashley’s neck, eliciting shivers and a gasp.
‘You have no idea’
She felt Spencer’s hands slide down, and then up again, this time under her wet shirt. Ashley steadied herself on the bunk, gulping and pushing back against the warm body behind her. Turning her head, she brought her lips to meet Spencer’s, glorying in their softness. She tried desperately to deepen the kiss, but the angle wasn’t right. She felt Spencer’s hand slide up to her rib cage, sitting just below her bra. Ashley moaned, turning around fast, wrapping her arms around the blonde and pulling her into a tight embrace. Now she could deepen the kiss, god it was good. Spencer’s tongue sliding along hers, hands crazy on her sides. She pulled Spencer backwards onto the bottom bunk, and they writhed with one another.
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That was HOT. Great chapter. I love your story. Write more soon.
OH NO! I haven’t even read it yet but you SOOOO won! Oh my God! You BEAT GOD! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN FOR THE EXISTENCE OF THE WORLD?! And, yes, reading this stuff in hospitals IS dodgy which is why I try and avoid the NC-17 stuff at work. Which is why I haven’t read it yet. Oh my! :o
OH MY GOD! The key thing! When I turned 21 in London, I worked for this crazy old artist/painter named Patrick and he kept singing this song to me with all his assistants about turning 21 and getting keys or something and I didn’t really understand because he had convinced me to chug a rather large quantity of wine and then drink most of a bottle of champagne while standing in a phone booth that was located outside of Turkish bath in the Eastend (don’t ask – like I said, he was a strange man who was very wealthy and had trampolines in three different rooms in his flat.) But, yeah! The KEYS! I forgot about that…..oh memories….
Weeeeellll, I’m home from work. And a little hot under the collar. You just hit a grand slam, clomle. I so thought you weren’t going to rally in time, but DAMN!….Um, DAMN! Jesus loves you, baby. Jesus loves you. Now I’m going to go call my girlfriend. And have a shot. DAMN!
Ah congrats Clomle. Well done on your victory. Sadly, I had started my chapter, and was pleased to think I was going to beat you, seeing as you were asleep and couldn’t post, when my best mate called me up, wanting me to go round and cheer him up cos it’s another of his friend’s funerals tomorrow (horrific car crash, subsequent coma that he didn’t come around from – sounds like a SON story but sadly it’s not fiction :-( ). All very fucked up – but your post brought a smile to my face. keep up the good work.
hotttttttttttttttttttttttt
so dman hot…damn…wow…hot….damn…hot…ahhhh!!! lol post more SOON please!! i absolutly love this story! its my favorite out there!!! keep it up!
awwwwwww that was hotttt and sweet at the sametime, Keep up the great work and PMS
That was HOT. Great chapter. I love your story. Write more soon.
OH NO! I haven’t even read it yet but you SOOOO won! Oh my God! You BEAT GOD! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN FOR THE EXISTENCE OF THE WORLD?! And, yes, reading this stuff in hospitals IS dodgy which is why I try and avoid the NC-17 stuff at work. Which is why I haven’t read it yet. Oh my! :o
OH MY GOD! The key thing! When I turned 21 in London, I worked for this crazy old artist/painter named Patrick and he kept singing this song to me with all his assistants about turning 21 and getting keys or something and I didn’t really understand because he had convinced me to chug a rather large quantity of wine and then drink most of a bottle of champagne while standing in a phone booth that was located outside of Turkish bath in the Eastend (don’t ask – like I said, he was a strange man who was very wealthy and had trampolines in three different rooms in his flat.) But, yeah! The KEYS! I forgot about that…..oh memories….
Weeeeellll, I’m home from work. And a little hot under the collar. You just hit a grand slam, clomle. I so thought you weren’t going to rally in time, but DAMN!….Um, DAMN! Jesus loves you, baby. Jesus loves you. Now I’m going to go call my girlfriend. And have a shot. DAMN!
Ah congrats Clomle. Well done on your victory. Sadly, I had started my chapter, and was pleased to think I was going to beat you, seeing as you were asleep and couldn’t post, when my best mate called me up, wanting me to go round and cheer him up cos it’s another of his friend’s funerals tomorrow (horrific car crash, subsequent coma that he didn’t come around from – sounds like a SON story but sadly it’s not fiction :-( ). All very fucked up – but your post brought a smile to my face. keep up the good work.
hotttttttttttttttttttttttt
so dman hot…damn…wow…hot….damn…hot…ahhhh!!! lol post more SOON please!! i absolutly love this story! its my favorite out there!!! keep it up!
awwwwwww that was hotttt and sweet at the sametime, Keep up the great work and PMS
that was wicked. It definately satisfied my Spashley craving. Thank you for filling my head with smut while i’m away for the weekend, pining for my computer….well, maybe not. I’ll be hammered, rockin out to the Scissor Sisters and seducing my GF. but i look forward to your next post!
that was wicked. It definately satisfied my Spashley craving. Thank you for filling my head with smut while i’m away for the weekend, pining for my computer….well, maybe not. I’ll be hammered, rockin out to the Scissor Sisters and seducing my GF. but i look forward to your next post!
LOLOLOLOLLOveryLoud!! aww isnt that sweet! the thing is i didn’t know that ur from australia, so while reading this fic, i thought to myself ‘woah this whole camp thing sounds exactly like what i went through in highschool’, it’s soooo aussie camp, dude! except for the sexy parts, which are hot hot HOT btw! aussie fic writing chicks rock!! nah, actually, its just you. peace…out!
LOLOLOLOLLOveryLoud!! aww isnt that sweet! the thing is i didn’t know that ur from australia, so while reading this fic, i thought to myself ‘woah this whole camp thing sounds exactly like what i went through in highschool’, it’s soooo aussie camp, dude! except for the sexy parts, which are hot hot HOT btw! aussie fic writing chicks rock!! nah, actually, its just you. peace…out!