“Will you take your clothes off?  Seeing you naked turns me on so much.”

Ashley threw her clothes – an old Purple Venom t-shirt of her dad’s, jeans, bra and thong – off in two seconds flat.  She lay naked upon the hotel bed.

Spencer smirked.  “Mmmm…that’s much better.  Touch yourself, Ash,” commanded Spencer as she unclasped her bra and let it fall onto the bed next to her. 

The brunette nodded obediently and began to stroke herself.  She realized she was even wetter than she thought. 

“How do you taste?” Spencer inquired, as she flicked and then pinched her own nipple.  

Ashley retracted her hand and brought it up to her mouth.  She slowly slid in the two fingers she had used on herself and sucked on them.  She smiled, her heartbeat finally slowing to normal – normal for this situation – and responded.  “Mmm…” she took her fingers out of her mouth.  “Sweet,” she said, crinkling her nose, “Just like I taste on your lips when we kiss after you’ve been between my thighs.”

Spencer smiled.  “You’re so fucking hot,” she said as she wiggled out of her boyshorts. 

Both girls gazed at each other through the computer – both naked and breaktakingly beautiful.  Ashley felt her breath hitch again. 

“Fuck,” slipped out of Ashley’s mouth as she watched Spencer slide her right hand back down between her thighs and her left hand grab her left breast.  Ashley mirrored Spencer, never taking her eyes off the computer screen and the lovely blonde who, even though was 3000 miles away, seemed to be lying right next to her. 

As the blonde slipped two fingers into herself, her back arched and moans escaped from her mouth.  The brunette’s heart pounded in her chest; her mind became blank.  All she saw was the blonde in the computer. 

7:13PM Saturday, September 14, 2013

“Ohhhh fuck!”  Ashley moaned as her body quivered.  She breathed heavily and her hand slowed.  She lay back against the bed and tried to regain her senses.  After a few minutes she reached over and grabbed a tissue to wipe off her fingers.  She thought about when she would finally delete the four year old video. 

10:59PM Saturday, September 14, 2013

Spencer stared at the ceiling, watching the fan blades merge into one.  No matter how hard she tried, Ashley’s face wouldn’t disappear from her mind.  She knew she could contact her if she wanted.  Ashley never sold her house in the Hollywood Hills.  She probably had the same cell number, same email.  But what would she say to her?  ‘I’m an idiot. I should have let you explain. I should have at least read ONE of your emails.’  Spencer closed her eyes.  Ashley’s face.  She opened her eyes.  She tried to distinguish the individual fan blades.  ‘Would Ashley even want me back?’  Spencer thought.  And then her mind wandered over the last few weeks:  Ashley at Fred Segal’s, at LAX, at the Grove…their dancing at Here…how Ashley had tried to call out to her each time, how their bodies moved together while they danced, how Ashley had grabbed Spencer’s wrist when some fans had recognized her, how Ashley’s hands had moved over Spencer’s body as they danced… Spencer’s heart began to beat faster.  She closed her eyes and the image of their dancing, Ashley’s hot breath on her neck, the feel of Ashley’s breasts against her back, her hands on Spencer’s waist, the heat of the club surrounding them…  Spencer slipped a hand between her thighs, finding herself already completely wet.