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TMP Syndrome – (Chapter: Welcome to the party!)
All concerns were swallowed, along with a quick shot of vodka before leaving the house, with the bottle of vodka tucked under her arm.
Spencer studied her reflection in her bedroom mirror whilst on the phone with Aiden, who had been her ‘Ashley Davies Survival Guide’ since the two started dating. Although both didn’t like to admit it, Aiden knew Ashley best.
“I’m telling you Spence, she’ll love it!”
“I know she’ll love it, hello, it’s Ashley we’re talking about! It’s just…..what kind of an impression am I giving off to everyone else? I don’t want them to think I’m a slut.”
“But you DO want them to think you’re a hot girl, and wearing a turtle neck and jeans isn’t the way to do it! Plus, wearing what you are means you’ll definitely fit in. And trust me, if there’s any impression you want to make, it’s that. Show them you’re not the goody goody girl from Ohio they all think you are…oops.”
“What?! Who said that….Aiden? …..AIDEN?!”
The line went dead. Just as Spencer was about to send herself into a whirlwind of doubts she heard Ashley’s car roll over the gravel on her drive. She knew Ash wouldn’t want to waste time by coming in, so she walked over to her window and stuck her head out.
“Hey!”
Ashley stuck her head out of the car’s window. “Hey babe! Ready?”
“Yeah! Be right down!”
Their eyes lingered a little longer than needed, each taking in the beautiful features of their girlfriend. Ashley winked at Spencer and said “Well get your pretty ass down here then!”
She took one last look in the mirror and swallowed all of her doubts along with the last swig of Red Bull in the can.
Ashley was looking at her phone when Spencer walked out of the house and into the car, so she didn’t see what her girlfriend was wearing. Ashley put her phone away and turned to Spencer. And stayed like that for a while. Mouth open. Practically drooling.
Spencer was wearing the SHORTEST white denim skirt even Ashley had ever seen. It was so short that as the blonde was sitting with her legs crossed, half of her (oh so squeezable) ass was on show. Ashley could tell by this that she blonde must be wearing a thong. Images flashed in her head of what she was going to do to Spencer at the party.
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amazing.Absolutley amazing.Post some more soon.
so if i post multiple times…does it come back faster. But honestly, on something this great you would think some other people would comment.
I thought that was amazing!!! It kept me entertained and I cant wait for another post!! Soo POST MORE SOON!!! please of course!
oh my gah i effin loved it!! def. hott!!! and it was entirely ashley and spencer behavior…for real. PMES!!!
Hehe…ah this will definately be an entertaining story. Great details, as well as development of the characters…i guess that’s what i’m trying to say. I really love the interaction between everyone and can’t wait to read more. So…you must post more soon….please?!?!
very hott please write more soon
Wow. Very exciting. I very interested. Post more soon.
pms
wow that was good. please post more please please please
dude…u should totally continue this…pms plz =)
To all of you who commented, thank you so much. I’m sorry to say there will be no further installments of TMP Syndrome. This is the best I can do and it only got four stars. I don’t know about you but I mostly only read 5 star stories so I feel that this story is worthless. I guess I could say the way some people rated this story has crushed my confidence. It’s not their fault, I just have very little confidence to begin with! I think I know why it got 4 stars; because most authors/readers are adults and if you write a story based on the characters ACTUAL age group (i.e. teenagers having fun, not so serious stuff) people don’t want to hear about it. I just cannot, myself, write 16/17 year olds swearing their undying love for one another, it just doesnt happen! I could be wrong but thats what I put the rating down to. Thanks again to all of you who commented.
amazing.Absolutley amazing.Post some more soon.
so if i post multiple times…does it come back faster. But honestly, on something this great you would think some other people would comment.
I thought that was amazing!!! It kept me entertained and I cant wait for another post!! Soo POST MORE SOON!!! please of course!
oh my gah i effin loved it!! def. hott!!! and it was entirely ashley and spencer behavior…for real. PMES!!!
Hehe…ah this will definately be an entertaining story. Great details, as well as development of the characters…i guess that’s what i’m trying to say. I really love the interaction between everyone and can’t wait to read more. So…you must post more soon….please?!?!
very hott please write more soon
Wow. Very exciting. I very interested. Post more soon.
pms
wow that was good. please post more please please please
dude…u should totally continue this…pms plz =)
To all of you who commented, thank you so much. I’m sorry to say there will be no further installments of TMP Syndrome. This is the best I can do and it only got four stars. I don’t know about you but I mostly only read 5 star stories so I feel that this story is worthless. I guess I could say the way some people rated this story has crushed my confidence. It’s not their fault, I just have very little confidence to begin with! I think I know why it got 4 stars; because most authors/readers are adults and if you write a story based on the characters ACTUAL age group (i.e. teenagers having fun, not so serious stuff) people don’t want to hear about it. I just cannot, myself, write 16/17 year olds swearing their undying love for one another, it just doesnt happen! I could be wrong but thats what I put the rating down to. Thanks again to all of you who commented.
Ashley pointed to her lips, “…kiss these…”I hope they use that line on the show -HOT!!
Ashley pointed to her lips, “…kiss these…”I hope they use that line on the show -HOT!!
I want some more. LOL PMS
I want some more. LOL PMS