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    The Least I Can Do – (Chap. 3)

    Ashley closed the door behind Spencer and smiled to herself, she was starting to like New York more and more every day. She called for Roxi who came running towards her. Ashley played with her and patted her on the head for being such a good dog. She couldn’t be mad at her for running away, after all Roxi was the one would found Spencer. Although she was going to have to fix the hole under the fence, that she had escaped from. Ashley put some water in Roxi’s bowl and gave her a treat. She then decided she better get a shower and get ready so that she can drop Spencer’s jacket off at the cleaners, before her lunch plans with her band mates and then band practice.

    Spencer had since made it back to her apartment; she grabbed a quick shower, and threw on some sweats so she was comfy for her long day of grading papers. She wanted to get it done with though so that later she could go out to her favorite bar with her best friends Gina and Sara. Friday and Saturday were the only days Spencer had to go out with her friends and have as much fun as she wanted, and she toke full advantage of them. She started grading the papers, and it wasn’t long before her mind started drifting to Ashley. She was trying extremely hard to concentrate, however, it’s easy to get distracted when reading over fifty 11th grade papers attempting to interpret Shakespeare. She kept telling herself that it was too soon to be thinking about Ashley this much she didn’t even know for sure if Ashley liked her, or if she was gay for that matter. Although, they way Ashley looked at her and that comment about Spencer being beautiful was really making her wonder.

    Ashley was now in her shower humming a tune in her head and thinking about what she was going to wear. As she was washing herself her mind wondered to the beautiful blonde she has met earlier. She closed her eyes and pictured Spencer’s blue eyes, honey colored hair, and toned body in her running tights. Ashley began touching and playing with her nipples pretending that it was not her own hands but Spencer’s hands giving her this pleasure. Ashley  slowly moved her right hand down her rock hard stomach towards her pussy. She ran her finger down her slit feeling her wetness, still imagining it was Spencer’s hand not her own. The steam from the shower was making Ashley even hotter as she began to circle her clit with her fingers. It was then that Ashley was ripped out of this fantasy by a knocking at her door, and Roxi barking at whoever this ruinner(not a word) of hott moments in the shower was. She whipped open the shower door, and threw on a white bath robe that hung on the back of the door. She walked out of the bathroom towards, her front door, cursing whoever it was that was at her door. When she made it to the door, she pulled it open only to she her bands guitarist Ben standing out side, with his guitar case in hand.

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    1. i could care a less about them exchanging jackets in fact if they return to ashleys house after the date i dont want to hear anythin about clothes. lol love it

    2. i could care a less about them exchanging jackets in fact if they return to ashleys house after the date i dont want to hear anythin about clothes. lol love it

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