That’s why I’ve been suffering so much lately. I wanted to be with her so much it almost made me sick. I need Spencer to function. Gosh, I sound like an addict, but I am one. I’m addicted to her. I feel like I can’t breathe without her around me. I need her radiant smile that is like the sun, bringing light into my world. I need to see and feel her sleek blonde hair, so soft to the touch, and those eyes. Her intensely blue eyes. I could get lost in them. Last night I realized that they give away what she is feeling. They’re a different shade of blue when she’s horny, lighter when she’s worried or concerned. Right now, they’re the normal, lit up, baby blue that they usually are because she’s just happy.

“Morning, Ashley.” she cooed, grinning. I kissed her on the forehead. “Sleep well, babe?” “Of course.” She replied. Her hands were still roaming freely across my body. “And you? I think you did too, since you looked really pleased in your sleep.” I grinned sheepishly. Hell yeah, I slept well. My dreams were basically of repeats of what we’d just done last night. “This also tells me you slept well too.” She added, with a seductive grin, as she felt the wetness in between my legs. “Ooohh…” I sighed. I kissed her deeply, exploring every crevice in her mouth. “Just so you know, Spencer, I get really horny in the morning.” I said after I broke off the kiss. “Really…” she asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement. “So you do masturbate in the shower every morning!” she accused, shaking with laughter. I turned bright red. “Spencer!!” I groaned, shoving my face into the pillow. Spencer was dying of laughter. She petted me, still laughing to herself. “Awww… Ashley, it’s okay. I get it now, you’re have the sex drive of a teenage boy.” She cackled. “Very funny, Spencer.” “Well, you gotta admit, it’s way too funny how you’re always horny. I mean, porn, and then masturbation, and sex, and now… I find out it’s LOTS of masturbation.” Spencer burst into another fit of giggles.

She then put her hand on my back and began stroking it. “You’re mean.” I pouted. “It’s not my fault I’m always horny. It’s hormones.” Spencer was by now bright red from laughing. “Ashley, we gotta get out of bed. You promised me we were going to the beach.” She sang. I groaned. “Spencer…” I pouted, reaching for one of her hands and guiding it to my sopping wet center. Then I realized I was doing the wrong thing by trying to get her to get me off. She was new to all this. I quickly withdrew myself from her. “Sorry, Spence.” I muttered, ashamed at having pressured her. Spencer threw her arms around me and kissed my forehead gently. “It’s okay. Let’s hurry up and take a shower and then head to the beach. I wanna get breakfast too. You’re rubbing off on me. Now I’m starving to death after sex, too.” she said, winking.