“Do you….wanna go….” And I lost the rest of what she was trying to say between kisses. “What?” I said, never stopping my assault on her lips.  She tries once more, and I still can’t understand so I knew that we would have to stop in order to communicate.  We pull apart, and both of us are panting, “Ok, what? I’m sorry…I can’t understand you over the music,”

She moves in to say it into my ear, and her warm breath washes over me sending chills all down my back.  “Do you want to go some place more private?”  Her voice is low and sultry.  I think my heart stops in my chest, Spencer is taking control, and it was really really hot!  I am stunned to silence, so all I can do is nod.  She grabs my hand once more and leads me into another room in the basement.  It’s huge, and empty, and it smells like pot because it’s the room where people had been taking hits earlier.

As soon as we are inside the door she pushes me back against it, and I can feel it slam closed under our weight.  I am so turned on by how different she is being that I pull her into me roughly.  It is a big contrast from how the kiss began.  I find that I love the way she gasps before our lips meet again.  Hands are everywhere, she strokes up my back and down my arms and back around to my abs.  She grabs my sides and digs her nails in pushing me harder into the door.  A moan escapes my lips at this and I bite down softly on her lower lip, pulling it out.

I can’t believe this is happening.  I can’t believe that I am making out with Spencer.  Maybe I should make this stop.  It is just the liquor.  I don’t want her to regret this in the morning, but I already know for certain that I won’t.

Her hand brushes over my breast, and immediately finds my nipple.  Distracted from my internal moral battle, all I know is that I want her to feel as good as she is making me feel.  I pull the top of her tank top down to expose one breast, and I immediately cover it with my mouth.