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    Gossip Girl – (Chapter: Who is at the bottom of my stairs?)

    Story written on March 31, 2008 by emmydizzle44.
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    Story Shortlink: https://assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=18242
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    girls have some funnn

    Spencer’s P.O.V.

     

    Ashley looked at me licking her lips asking, “wanna continue this in my bed?”

     

    “Definitely.”

     

    Stumbling out of the limo and into her lavish home’s elevator, I could not be more excited to get into Ashley’s king size bed. Sure, when I’m drunk-I’m horny, but who wouldn’t want to hook up with this girl?

     

    As the elevator doors closed, Ashley pushed me up against the cold metal side of the elevator. She immediately began kissing me again, lightly biting at my lip. Her leg hit my center and I started to grind up against it. Moans and heavy breathing filled the elevator. I have never wanted something so bad as I wanted Ashley right now. Finally, the elevator doors opened, and Ashley and I ran as best as we could up the stairs and to her bed.

     

    The second our bodies hit her high thread count sheets, we were ripping eachother’s clothes off. Chanel flats were kicked from our feet and i swear I heard my marc Jacobs dress rip as Ashley took it off. Whatever, it had booze from the party spilled all over it anyway.

     

    We were finally naked, and moaning at the feeling of our bodies touching. Ashley wasted no time in moving her hand down to my wet pussy, slipping two perfectly manicured fingers inside of me.

     

    “Oooohh, shit!” I moaned loudly, moving my fingers to her clit. “More…”

     

    She entered another finger, and pumped them in and out as I entered her.

     

    “Fuck Spence…it feels soo good…”

     

    “I’m going to cum…”

     

    “Cum with me…” ash moaned out, pulling me into another heated kiss. We orgasmed together and ash pretty much passed out on top of me. I don’t know what caused us both to black out…the orgasms or the alcohol…whatever…

     

    “Spencer!!!” Ashley yelled, bringing me back to reality. “Where did ya go?”

     

    “Oh fuck, I’m sorry…I went back to last night.”

     

    “yeah, um, about that…what are we going to do?”

     

    I had to think about that one. I mean, I’m definitely not gay. However, even though I was drunk last night, that was the best sex I’ve ever had. And I have been starting to realize how gorgeous Ashley is lately….but I’m NOT gay. I can’t be.

     

    “well…um…I don’t know…last night was really-“

    “ASHLEY? ARE YOU UPSTAIRS? IT’S AIDEN!”

     

    Oh shit.

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