Ch. 24

 Spencer’s POV:

        So it’s been about 2 weeks since the grand fiasco at my parents’ house. Maybe Ashley’s right, and one day we will look back on that and howl with laughter. Actually she does right now anyway, but me…not so much. I heard my mother threw a massive fit after we left. Thank goodness we weren’t there to deal with her. I think she would’ve gotten a shotgun and started shooting at us. Of course, she was so repulsed with how we had totally ruined their bed that she burned it and bought a new one immediately. Now that part, I admit, is pretty funny. I can just imagine her torching the whole thing in an attempt to ‘purify’ the bedroom or something. Glen, being the genius that he is, told her that Ashley was really a man, but of course nobody believes him. I think everyone else in the world except Glen knows a little something bout those things called strap-ons. He, however, is still convinced that Ashley has the biggest ‘manhood’ in the world and that that is the reason why I’m so into her. Utterly ridiculous yet way too funny at the same time.

           I’m studying for my MCAT right now so I can apply to med schools. Gosh, this has been a hell of a month. I really haven’t had much time for anything except for studying. Ashley’s the one who cooks for me and tries to get me to get enough sleep these days. Right as I’m highlighting one something, I see Ashley set down a snack for me. “Hungry?” she asked, bending down and inhaling my scent. “Mmph.” I mutter, chewing on my bottom lip. Crap, I forgot to study some of this stuff in this section… Ashley kisses my neck softly, and then boldly kisses down to my chest. “Ash, cut it out.” I say, nudging her. I pet my horny girlfriend’s silky curls lovingly, trying to get her to calm down. The last thing I needed was for a very frustrated Ashley to decide that I needed a break from studying and end up making me pass out from some hot sex that would leave me absolutely brainless for the MCAT tomorrow. Ashley whines and only starts to rub herself against me, like a hungry kitty. She is hungry though. I know what it is she craves, but right now is definitely not a good time for me to go and feed her hunger. She puts her hand on the back of my neck and starts to kiss my cheek at first, then she kisses my nose and places her forehead right against mine, breathing only slightly heavily. “Ash…” “Shh…Spence.” She sits down on my lap and begins to caress the sides of my body. I give in a little and softly rest my lips on hers, allowing her to take the lead and cup my face as she deepens the kiss. Of course, with Ashley, if you give an inch, she’ll take a mile. She instantly started turning that one kiss into a series of kisses, meaning she went from that one kiss to having a make-out session with me. The thing about Ash is that she’s a talented seductress; if you’re not careful to draw the line and keep her from crossing it, you’re doomed.