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28 Days – (Chapter: Can you see the forest for the tree?)
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“God almighty Spencer” Ash cried, when Spencer’s hand slid up to cup one breast, brushing her hand across the taut nipple.
Spencer pulled away breathless, staring down at the flushed brunette, panting.
“We have to stop” she groaned, resting her forehead lightly on Ashley’s.
So they had, needing to get back to the hall before they were missed. Ashley had spent the rest of the night painfully aware of both Spencer sitting next to her, and the ache between her legs. She didn’t think she’d ever wanted someone this badly before, ever. There was only a week left before they had to go back to LA, back to the real world of school, and parents, and scarily, Spencer’s family.
They hadn’t talked about it too much, the thought of Spencer’s family sending frightening shivers down the blondes spine. Ashley mostly kept quiet, she wasn’t exactly looking forward to going back to civilization
‘Oh my god how much you’ve changed’
Who knew what would happen when they got back. Ashley conveniently thought of Spencer as her girlfriend, although no such conversation had been had. She kind of thought she may as well pretend, since the whole three weeks so far had been a waking dream.
She was pondering this thought, leaning against a tree, when Spencer appeared next to her.
“Now do I want to know what you’re thinking about” she teased, smiling.
“You” grinned Ashley, knowing the answer would get her another smile. And it did.
“Boring”
“Not where my thoughts are” Ashley raised her eyebrows suggestively, earning herself a friendly shove. “oh, I’m so wounded.”
Spencer giggled, “I could kiss it better”, and the look in her eye made Ashley quiver on the inside.
“That would be nice.” She slid down the tree and sat, wincing at the scratches the action had made in her back.
“Ouch” Spencer said, kneeling down and cuffing her around the head for being so stupid. “What did you do that for?”
“I don’t know” the brunette shrugged. “To give you something to kiss better?”
“I can find plenty of things to kiss by myself you know.” Ashley wished she would. But it was full daylight and there were too many other people around.
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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!