Ch.3

Spencer could hardly breathe.  Ashley Davies was sleeping right next to her in her own bed. The girl was sleeping peacefully, completely knocked out. Would she know if Spencer reached over and … felt her up a little? Spencer shook her head. What was she thinking? If Ashley caught her she’d be the laughingstock of the school…but then again, Ashley didn’t seem capable of waking up at all right now. Spencer swallowed hard. What was it about this older girl that made her feel hopelessly attracted to her? Was it because Ashley had such a lovable personality? After all, she was like one of those popular, well-liked jocks you see in every high school…well not really. Ashley wasn’t a total meathead. Spencer tossed and turned in her bed. There was no way she was going to be able to get any sleep tonight. Suddenly she felt an arm hit her. Spencer tensed up immediately, unable to move. “Mm…go away, Kyla!” Ashley muttered in her sleep. Minutes later Ashley turned on her side and draped herself over Spencer, practically spooning her. “Jenny…” she whined softly in her sleep. Oh jeez. Spencer thought. Ashley was having a dream about one of her whores or girlfriends or something. But she was too petrified to move a muscle; Ashley was holding her- no spooning her! Spencer tried her best to breathe and not die of a stroke. Ashley’s breath warmed her neck and made her nervous as hell. But finally Spencer became sleepy once Ashley began snoring again, letting herself relax a little in Ashley’s gentle grip.

           The relentless beeping of her alarm woke her up the next day. Spencer groaned and tried to reach for the snooze button to shut her obnoxious alarm up. “Uhh… Kyla, shut that stupid thing up…” Ashley groaned. She then tightened her grip on Spencer and pulled her on top of her. “Ahhh!!!” they both screamed when Ashley pulled Spencer in for a kiss and realized that she wasn’t Jenny or whatshername. “WHERE AM I?!” Ashley screamed, realizing that she was in someone else’s house. Spencer quickly scrambled off of Ashley and composed herself, swallowing hard and brushing her hair out of her face. “You…were drunk last night, and I-” “We didn’t do anything, right?” Ashley asked, cutting her off. “No. Of course not; I-” “Then why am I in your bed?” Ashley inquired. “You passed out last night at the bar, and I didn’t know where you lived so I couldn’t send you home in a cab or anything.” “Oh. That explains the migraine.” She said, sighing and getting up from Spencer’s bed. “I could’ve slept on the floor, y’know.” She said, smirking at Spencer. Spencer blushed. “My mom’s an ER nurse, so she was against that. She said you could’ve choked on your own barf last night and died so it was better for you to sleep right next to me so I’d be ready in case that happened and you know, wake up faster.” Ashley grinned. “Sorry for inconveniencing you guys. You could’ve called one of the juniors. They all know where I live, or at least know someone who knows where I live. I could’ve crashed at one of their places also.” Spencer blushed; she didn’t know many juniors or seniors that well at all.  “I guess I better head home.” She said, stretching. Her shirt rode up, exposing her taut, chiseled abs and navel piercing. Spencer tried her best not to sneak a peek but couldn’t quite help herself. “Um…your car isn’t here. We’ll have to take you after breakfast and stuff…if there’s still time.” Spencer replied. “Crap. I hope my car isn’t vandalized.” Ashley said, frowning. “Do you uh, want to use the bathroom to ash up? It’s down the hall.” Spencer said, looking down to avoid staring at Ashley’s glinting navel piercing. Was that a diamond in there? “Oh. Alright…thanks, Spence.” Ashley smiled and disappeared down the hall.