Yet this isn’t about control.  This is about love and letting go with the one you love.  Letting yourself feel what they do to you, without thinking about anything else in the world, except your love and the things they are making you feel.

“Ash, that was so hot!” she says and then blushes.

“Spence, I love your innocence and how you blush and how you are a bit hesitant to say sexual things.  You’re not like anyone else I have ever known who has had a sexual relationship.  They’re all about doing the deed just to say they’ve done it, or sleeping with as many popular people as they can to have themselves a popular rep.  But that’s not what I’m about, no matter what anyone else has told you about me…I’ve only been intimate with you.  I used to say I slept with popular people to get myself noticed, but that was a horrible mistake…because it gave me the “school slut” reputation.  And then when I told people I was actually gay, they began to make up their own rumors about how I spread the gay disease to numerous girls at school at parties and such, just because things happened and  I would kiss the straight girls when we were drunk sometimes, and because some of them are now gay as well.  Madison is just pissed at me because I made out with her at a party and then another girl off the cheer squad came up and kissed me too, and I chose to make out the rest of the night with her and not Madison.  Then because Madison tried to blackmail me into secretly dating her by saying that I have HIV or something, I went and told the whole school that she made out with me at the party and showed them pictures of us that she kept on her phone, which I stole out of her purse one day whe-..” I’m again cut off by a very rough, open-mouth kiss.

“Ashley?” she whispers against my lips

“Yeah?” I whisper back

“Stop rambling, and trying to explain yourself to me.  You don’t have to, and I’m not judging you or listening to what other people say.  I love you, and I know you love me…that’s all that matters now.  All of that stuff is in the past and you have learned from it.  So stop beating yourself up for it, I can tell you are different now, and I can see how genuine you are so please, please, PLEASE! …shut up and kiss me again!” She rambles out faster than Speedy Gonzalez.

“okay!” I laugh out and smile at her sweetly, and I lean down and tell her again how much I love her as I go in to kiss those gorgeous pink lips.

This kiss lasts longer than most others we have shared so far today.  It’s not rough or very deep.  It’s slow and full of love, and we are taking our time exploring each other’s mouth, as well as trying to convey our feelings to each other with each passing of lips and tongues…..

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Tbc….there will be a part 3 shortly. Maybe late tonite, into tomorrow.  Dont you worry you horny Spashley fans.