Through Spencer’s eyes(Spencer’s point of view)

Fuck Kyla. That was exactly how I felt when she looked at me, so that’s exactly what I mouthed to her. She made some seductive look in retaliation, like she was moaning, I’m almost positive it was a reinactment of me. I don’t understand what I did to her to make her so angry, yeh, great, I slept with her, but while I was angry and drunk, therefore, technically, it didn’t mean shit, right? Gosh, I sounded like some asshole jock at our school, hmmm, maybe those guys had a point when they used phrases like "just-some-fuck" and "one night stand". I didn’t care, I was tired, and Ashley wore me out. Ashley, just saying her name made me, I don’t even know, relieved. Fuck this, I just had sex, mind-blowing sex, I shouldn’t be awake.

"Mmmhm" my back arched a little, I guess Ashley was at it again. I titled me head forward to see brown hair between my legs, I grabbed a handful and encouraged her motions. "That’s it" I lay back into the pillow and stretched my arms out, and put them behind my head, pretending to be cool, when really, I was hot, and sweaty too. Then it stopped, I felt her move her head and postion herself so her waist was between my legs "That felt good huh?" I nodded with my eyes closed. I  gripped her hips and grinded them into her, hoping she’d get the hint that I wanted to finish. I felt it hit finally, that tingle before you know you’re about to come. "Ohh fuck" I whispered while I panted, "Open your eyes I want to see you come for me". I approached the verge and moaned every step of the way, my eyes opened reluctantly. "Jesus fucking Christ!" Kyla stood there with the same smug grin on her face she’d had all day.

 I sat up, two things occupied my on-the-verge-of-tearing eyes, Ashley’s worried face, and an empty space between my open legs, which must have obviously been participating, in a horendous dream. I panted and turned to Ashley "What the fuck Spencer?" I kept panting, I couldn’t say anything, much less tell her about what I dreamt, so I thought of something half-convincing. "Bad dream" I said curtly, she eyed me up and down, "And, uhh, that"? She pointed down past the sheets, to my spread legs. I hesitated "Bad, sexual, dream" I really said it as more of a question, but she let it go, probably because of the horrified look on my face. I rested on the pillow staring at the ceiling while she snuggled back into me, mumbling that there was nothing bad about a sexual dream.