The next week, my dad invited us to dinner again. He said we needed ‘bonding time’. I moped on the coach after I got the call. “My mom doesn’t accept me no matter what my dad says.” I mumbled to Ashley. “Well, maybe we should just show her how much we love each other so she’ll be forced to accept us…” Ashley said, with an evil glint in her eye. “What do you mean?” I asked suspiciously.

                 That night, during dinner, Ashley’s hand kept bothering me the entire time! It kept creeping down my thigh and up my skirt; I had to brush it away as discreetly as I could several times. But she was relentless, always coming back to try and pet my clit. I hated how I was letting her get to me, too, mentally scolding myself for thinking with what’s in between my legs instead of my brain. I squirmed a little bit uncomfortably in my chair. “So, Spencer, how’s school going?” my mom asked icily. “It’s uh, “ I stuttered, taking a moment t slap away Ashley’s intruding hand from my crotch again. “It’s going great, Mom.” “It better be.” She said coldly, going back to her salad. My dad let out a fake, hearty laugh to try to ease the tensions between us. “Getting good grades, Spencer?” “Yeah.” I said, grabbing Ashley’s wayward hand and holding it tightly so she couldn’t keep feeling me up. Ashley grinned at me and then resorted to trying to play footsie with me under the table. I was having some difficulty trying to restrain my overly playful and perverted girlfriend while talking to my family.  “Spencer, can you get me tickets to a Bruins basketball game?” Glen asked, with his mouth full of mashed potatoes. “Oops. “ Ashley said, dropping her fork under the table. She yanked her hand out of mine and crawled underneath it to retrieve her fork.  “Well Glen, the availability of those tickets is really- AH!” Shit. Ashley had stuck her head right in between my legs, and was kissing my clit, which was poking out from all that teasing during dinner. “What’s wrong?” Clay asked, looking at me with concern. Glen raised an eyebrow, and my dad looked at me strangely as well due to my sudden yelp. “Oh, uh… I…” I tried to discreetly reach under the table and shove Ashley’s head away from my crotch, but it felt soooo… GOOD! She had pulled my underwear to the side, and was now swirling her tongue around my aching clit. By now my entire family was staring at me, expecting an answer. “I …” ‘You what?” my mother snapped impatiently. “Unh…” oh crap. I didn’t just groan at the dinner table, did I? ‘Are you okay, Spencer?” asked Clay. I could feel the heat starting to really build up in my center and rise to my face-my juices were really starting to run freely now; I had to get out of here, and quick! “I need to go to the bathroom.” I said quickly, bolting up from my chair in a hurry and racing to the bathroom upstairs where I’d have more privacy. I could hear Ashley emerge from underneath the table shortly after. “Got it.” She said brightly to my parents, who merely looked at her weirdly.