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I couldn’t get over how amazingly hot Spencer looked today. I’d never seem her dress like that and it was making Kate and I extremely horny. We weren’t so much watching Kyla’s DVD as watching Spencer. We could see her profile outlined by the light of the TV as sidelong glances were cast at the unknowing blond. 

She was sprawled across two pillows, her arms crossed behind her head, accentuating her breasts perfectly. Without the jacket her toned arms were fully exposed and it was easy to tell there was no bra under her beater. I loved those boots, kick ass Spencer Carlin was so fucking sexy. If she showed up at school like that it would send her rep to a whole new level. Well, with the girls who were hot for her at least, but to be honest my jealous streak could do without the competition.
 
Kate was idly running her fingers across my stomach, teasing me by dipping lower and lower until she was running them under the waistband of my skirt. It wasn’t helping me keep my cool.

‘I can’t wait to be with her,’ I whispered to Kate, she mumbled agreement and we both turned to look directly at the blond. 

She wasn’t looking our way but I knew she wasn’t as absorbed in Kyla’s plan as she wanted me to think. Her body was tense and body language stiff as she tried not to react to our presence. As I watched her my mind was going over the possible situations that would have us all ending up naked together. Various fantasies flashed through my head each more contrived than the last, fucking hot though. 

It all got too much and I turned into Kate and began to kiss her. My hand brushed her taut stomach and moved under her t-shirt searching for her breast. When I made contact I pushed the cup aside and palmed her smooth flesh, my hands were slightly cool and she moaned at the contact. I bet that felt really good. 

I could feel Spencer’s eyes on us as we kissed. Opening mine I was pleased to have caught her watching. 

‘Fuck me, that’s hot,’ I muttered to my girl as I observed Spencer’s newly aroused state.

Kate turned to look and I heard a sharp intake of breath as she admired the scenery. Spencer’s nipples were clearly visible now and stood hard and erect, pushing against the white cotton. Her eyes looked almost black in the dim light and I could see her making the smallest subconscious rocking motions with her hips. That was one horny girl.

As our three pairs of eyes made contact we all knew it wasn’t a matter of if…just when.

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Next on Bringing it Home:

‘And I can assure you I am neither dirty nor a whore, unlike the girls you usually sleep with!’ My phone beeped and I smiled when I read the message.

‘How’s the gonorreah?’ He looked at me blankly