“Fuck…fuck…yesssss…Ashley…”

                “Come for me baby.”

                “Only for you.”

                “Forever?” Ashley could feel Spencer’s walls clamping down on her fingers.

                “Yesss.” Spencer could barely breathe.

                Ashley pumped forward one last time and then gently but firmly pressed down on the soft tissue.  Spencer opened her mouth to scream but Ashley quickly clamped her hand over Spencer’s mouth, causing the cry to come out muffled, though Ashley was certain someone still heard them.  

                Spencer took much longer to catch her breath this time around, but she smiled while her mini heart attack passed.  Ashley lay on Spencer’s chest as it rose and fell slowly, listening to her heartbeat slow down.  

                “We need to talk,” Ashley whispered.

                “I know…just not right now.  Right now can we just keep on doing more of this?”  Spencer asked, running her hands over Ashley naked frame.  “It’s my turn…and I’ve been dying to see if you taste the same.”

                Ashley matched the wicked smirk Spencer wore on her face with one of her own.  Ashley jumped up and laid across the bed, arms and legs spread wide.  “Take me.  Take me now,” she declared dramatically and Spencer couldn’t help but laugh at the theatrics.

                Spencer started to crawl up Ashley’s body but stopped short when a knock came at the door.  “What the…” Spencer thought for a moment and laughed.  “Must be Chels.”

                “Or an irate neighbor,” Ashley suggested.

                “She forgot her keys here when she left,” Spencer explained as she hoped off the bed and wrapped her body up in the bed sheets.  “Coming Chels!” She shouted at the door as another series of knocks ensued.  Spencer finished her toga and searched the floor for the keys she had dropped when it was Ashley at the door, while Ashley dragged the comforter over her body and up to her nose. 

                Not knowing if Chelsea had CJ with her or not and not wanting damaged the boy for life, Spencer opened the door only a crack and slipped her arm out with Chelsea’s keys dangling in hand.

                “What’s this?”

                Spencer’s face dropped as she recognized the voice.  Chelsea hadn’t come back for her keys.  Natalie was at the door.