“Be patient.” I said softly, before kissing her passionately. Our tongues moved against eachother, and every once and awhile, I pressed on her core, causing her to moan into the kiss. I added more and more pressure, until she finally couldn’t breathe anymore, and broke away for much needed air.

“Spencer….please.” I couldn’t resist her begging, so I moved my hand under her shorts and panties, feeling the wetness underneath.

“You need this Ash don’t you?”

“Yeahhh baby…please…” I cut her short as I slammed two fingers into her, and started pumping them in and out. “Ooohhh fuck….more.” I added a third finger and began feeling her clit with my thumb. “Soo close….” She cried out, as I curled my fingers inside of her, hitting her G-spot. “SPPEENNCCEERRR!” She cried out as her body convulsed under mine. Once her normal breathing came back, I took my fingers out of her, and kissed her on the nose. “Sorry for teasing you Spencer.” She said.

“It’s ok baby. Now let’s get ready. We have a party to organize.”

Ashley’s P.O.V.

Our once empty suite was now filled with people. Luke had brought a bunch of his friends and we invited some people we had met during the week. Everyone seemed like they were having a great time. Most people were huddled around the bar, where I was serving drinks. Some were playing beer pong, and I’m sure a lot were getting it on in the guest bedroom.

“Ashley! Two Jack and Coke!” Luke said, moving through the crowd to the bar.

“Hey Luke. Who’s the second for?”

“Just your girlfriend.” He motioned over to the patio, where Spencer was sitting with Luke’s friends, laughing and drinking.

“Ok. So are you having a good time?” I asked, making the drinks.

“Are you kidding mate? This is the best party I’ve been to in a while. You Americans sure know how to throw them!”

“Well, I’m glad you like it.” I said, handing him the drinks. “Have fun!” I turned to another friend from the bar, and struck up a conversation with them. I was so distracted that I didn’t notice Luke, putting a white pill in Spencer’s drink, and then walking to the patio.

Spencer’s P.O.V.

It was a beautiful night. The cool city air rushed against my face as I sat on the patio with Luke and his friends. I had been hanging out all week with them, getting surf lessons and partying. They were really nice guys.

All of the sudden, I didn’t feel too well. I had just finished the drink Luke brought me. ‘Well…’ I thought. ‘I guess I had one drink too many…’ My stomach was nauseous and my vision became blurred. Conversations around me just seemed to flow together. Everything was spinning. I tried to stand up, but my knees gave in on me and I fell back down. I felt Luke and his friend’s strong arms pull me up and carry me. We walked past people, and out the door. I tried to speak, and to ask where were we going. And why we were leaving the party. No words came out. The last thing I remember is the slam of a van door, and the start of an engine before I passed out.