“I wonder if Spencer’s alright.” Glen muttered, going back to his peas. “Maybe she has an upset stomach.” Clay suggested. “I should go check if she’s okay then.” Ashley said quickly, dashing up the stairs after me. I splashed cold water on my face in the bathroom. I couldn’t let Ashley get to me; We were NOT going to have sex in my parent’s house- OR room. I took deep, slow breaths, staring at my flushed reflection in he mirror. I was still pretty turned on. I need a cold shower. But it’d be very odd to suddenly shower in my parents house right in the middle of dinner. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to pull an Ashley and just masturbate myself silly to relieve myself. Well I can’t be loud or anything. Gosh, when did I turn into such a pervert. Or should I say, I’m such an Ashley Davies addict. I’m serious; one touch from her is all it takes to get me hot and bothered. Now that I’m buried by heavier workloads because it’s finals and I need to apply into med school, there isn’t a lot of time for us to…fool around. But Ashley’s getting into the habit of distracting me from my work more than ever. She’s a sexy, cunning seductress. I shouldn’t have worn a skirt to dinner in the firs tplace. I petted my clit slowly, rubbing it in hard, fast circle. “Mmm…” I sighed, closing my eyes. Wow, did I ever need to cum. I rubbed my breast through my bra with my other hand, and slipped my fingers into my tight snatch. Ashley had created a mess! My entire pussy was coated with my arousal, soaking my panties. I tried not to moan or anything, biting down on my lip as I thrust my fingers into myself as hard and deep as I could. It was so hot to be able to see myself as I masturbate din front of the mirror. What has Ashley done to me, I don’t know.

           I grinned naughtily at myself as I saw strands of my love juices drip out of me as I fucked myself. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. “Crap. I rushed over to try and lock the door, but the door handle had already turned by then! In walked Ashley, who bit her lip and looked me up and down with a horny smile on her face. “Servicing yourself? Why, Spencer Carlin, I’d never-“ I tried to put my hand over her mouth, but she just grabbed it out of the air as I reached over and put my fingers in her mouth. She rolled her tongue over my digits, licking nad sucking every last drop of my cream from my fingers. I blushed as I shyly withdrew my fingers from her mouth once she had finished. “Did I keep you from finishing yourself?” she asked, smiling ear to ear. I looked away, embarrassed at having been caught in the act. At the samt time, my clit was still aching for attention; I still wanted to release some of that hot cum from my loins. I won’t lie. I was going mad with lust. “Let me help you finish.” Ashley cooed, dropping down to her knees and resuming what she had been doing under the table. She kissed my jewel, making me shudder alittle. Parting my folds with her tongue, she then licked up and down my smooth, soaking wet pussy. I grabbed her head and pulled it closer to my clit. “Eager, aren’t we?” she teased. “Ashley, if you weren’t freaking teasing me the entire time I wouldn’t be like this.” I whined.

            “Be like what? Like this?” she taunted, sucking hard on my clit, causing me to whimper and jerk my hips involuntarily. “All horny and ready to cum for me?” “Ash…make me cum.” She got up on her feet and kissed me. I could taste myself along with her berry lip-gloss. I grabbed her hand and placed it right in between my legs, hoping she’d finish me off already. My breathing was heavy and uneven; I just wanted to make hard, fast love with her already. “You didn’t ask nicely, Spence. Hmm…I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately. You’re getting a bit domineering and demanding…like at the strip club.” She joked. “Ashley, this is no time for play around.” I hissed. My parents could come up any minute now, and I was going to be one unhappy girl if I had to come back downstairs with a blue clit or whatever. “If you want some, I suggest you follow me.” She hissed, tiptoeing out of the bathroom and into the nearest bedroom, which, coincidentally, happened to belong to my parents.