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    The Grown Up Years – (Chapter: Chapter 4: Ashley's Last Trick)

    “Do you like it?” I asked trying to break the awkward silence.

    “Did you write all of these yourself?” she asked still a little stunned.

    “Well, not all of them. It turns out when you were little your grandmother use to write you letters every week and you mom kept all of them. So, some of them are from her,” I said hoping I had won her over.

    She turned and looked at me, not saying a word. It was kind of starting to scare me. I was trying to think of something to say but nothing was coming to my mind. I just stood there staring back at her, begging for forgiveness through my through my eyes.

    When I was finally going to give up all hope, she smiled. I hadn’t seen her smile at me like that in years, and it felt great. I wanted to go right over to her and kiss her until her knees went weak, but she beat me to the punch. I pretty much melted into her arms. I hadn’t had physical contact with Spencer in nearly three days, and they were the longest three days of my life. It felt so good to feel her body pressed against mine and her tongue inside my mouth. I knew she wanted this just as bad as I did, so I’m going to make sure that she enjoys it.

    I lightly pushed her backwards until she stopped because the bed was behind her. I gently laid her down and straddled her. For a minute I just sat there and stared at her, taking in her beauty. It had been so long since I really took time to look at her. I almost got lost her ocean blue eyes. She smiled at me, knowing how happy I was that she had finally forgiven me. I slowly leaned down and kissed her, letting my tongue explore her mouth. My hands began to roam all over her body. I couldn’t believe how much I missed her in just three days.

    I tugged at the bottom of her shirt, letting her know that it needed to come off immediately. She pulled it off exposing her perfectly toned abs and a purple laced bra that sent chills down my spine. I grazed my fingers over her stomach causing her breathing to become quicker. Next, I moved down to her skirt. I unbuttoned it and pulled it down her long legs. To my surprise she was wearing the sexy blue panties she had on the night Paula interrupted us. I nearly growled seeing them. I put my hand down her panties that were already soaked. I ran my fingers up and down her folds teasing her. I could hear her small whimpers and they were only making me want her more. When I finally put I finger in her folds I made sure not to touch her center, but to make small circles around it. She was moving her hips in every direction trying to get some relief in her center but I wouldn’t give in. I finally took my hand out of her panties, and she looked at me like I was crazy.

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