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Stormy and Wet
"Tell you what," I said. "Let me get changed into some dry clothes, and we’ll see about that movie."
Twenty minutes later we were headed over to the theater just to see what was playing. Nothing good, again. I sighed. Spencer took it all in stride. "Ashley, don’t worry about it," she said as she grabbed my arm and pulled me back the way we came. "Let’s just head home and watch something we already have somewhere. The other girls won’t know if we sneak into their collections." She turned and skipped down the street. She seemed so upbeat tonight, less aloof than her usual self, I found myself having a good time. All of a sudden, she ran back toward me, slapped me on the shoulder and cried "Tag! You’re it!" She laughed as she sprinted away, and I ran after her, trying to beat her back to the apartment.
She was trying to get the right key in the door when I ran up behind her, my chunky shoes making a lot of noise on the hallway floor. I leaned over her as she slipped another key in the lock and said, "Now you’re it!" She giggled, opened the door, pulled me inside, and fell back against the door, her foot smacking the still damp backpack I’d dropped earlier. Her breathing was heavy and I found it hard to look away as her breasts bounced up and down. She was still giggling, but it was a different sort of giggling now. Her eyes lit up with something sneaky in mind, and her hands were behind her back now. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I sank into the couch with my arms at my sides and closed my eyes.
It could have been two seconds or ten minutes, I’m not sure, but I felt Spencer make her way over to the couch and stand in front of me. I opened my eyes to see her sliding onto my lap, her eyes still twinkling. I couldn’t help but feel the tight tickling sensation between my legs, even though I wasn’t sure where Spencer was going with this. I started to ask, but Spencer put her finger to my mouth to quiet me. "Shhh," she whispered, "I know what I’m doing." My eyes must have widened, and she giggled again. "I’ve wanted you for a while now, but I’ve never been with another woman before, so I wasn’t exactly sure how I was feeling. But I’m glad the other girls are gone for the weekend, and I have you all to myself."
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great story. i really loved it keep up the good work. PMS
great story. i really loved it keep up the good work. PMS