I felt her soft skin against my lips as I kissed her shoulders.  She sat in front of me, between my legs and guided my hands up to her breast, allowing me to knead them as I continued to kiss her shoulder and then her neck.

I used my free hand to run circles over my clit and I eased another finger into me.

Spencer brought her head back and kissed my lips, softly at first but soon the kiss was so intense that I was having a hard time concentrating.  Spencer was getting me drunker than the Everlast could.  I snaked my right hand down her stomach until I reached her pussy and began to massage her clit through the thin fabric.  She began to rock back and forth between my legs, complimenting my rhythm and stroking my clit in the process.

My breathing was becoming labored as I picked up the pace, impaling myself onto my fingers.  I tried to keep the moans escaping my lips to a minimum but I was sure that if anyone walked into my room, they would be able to hear me, despite the running water.

“Fuuuccck Ashhh,” Spencer hissed, “That feels so good.  Faster,” she commanded.  I did as I was told and doubled my speed on the circles.  In response, she rocked faster and I was having a major issue keeping the orgasm I felt growing in check.  At one point, I felt a shock run through me and my hand jerked, slipping further down the Spencer’s crotch.  The material was already ruffled to the side and I could feel how wet she was.  She shivered as my finger danced around her hole for a minute, but abruptly stood up. 

By now I didn’t care who heard me as I moaned uncontrollably.  I was so wet that I could have easily stuck the rest of my hand in me, but three fingers were enough.  I curled them inside and pressed down hard on my clit, slowly up a bit, allowing my orgasm to reach its climax.

The music was still blearing loudly on the patio and we could hear it clearly in my room.  Spencer swayed a bit; moving her hips to the beat as she slowly undid the string on one side of her bottom.  She never took her eyes off me and as she continued to dance for me, she drew her bottom lip in between her teeth.  When she was done untying the string, the bikini fell off of her frame easily, pooling around her ankle.  Spencer stepped away from them, leaving them abandoned on the floor before walking over to me.  She grabbed the same hand that had been massaging her clit and placed my middle and pointer finger in her mouth, she licked them until they were completely wet and then guided them into her.  Her body jerked forward as her breath hitched.  “Oh my God,” she said as she continued to move my hand in and out of her.  “I want you to fuck me Ashley…please.”

I sat on the floor of my bathtub, the water raining on my head, my chest heaving up and down, my pussy pounding.  I was trying to calm my heart; get my body ready to stand again.  Spencer was something else last night and it took every once of my will power and love for that girl to not fulfill her request.

There was a loud banging on my door.  “ARE YOU GOOD NOW???  CAN YOU PLEASE SHOWER?!”