“1644,” Spencer stared at Chelsea answering the question and ignoring the brunette breathing in her ear sending chills straight to her center making her jeans very uncomfortable but she didn’t want to wiggle around because than Ashley would know she was getting to her worse than the brunette already thought.

“See I knew you knew,” the pregnant teen smiled and marked it as correct than going on with the questions which Spencer was desperately trying to listen to and answer while Ashley caressed her stomach or blew softly in her ear. Some times the brunette’s hands wondered a little to far south, playing with the hem of her jeans before going back up to her stomach. Once in a while those delicate fingers slipped under her sweatshirt drawing circles on her burning flesh.

“So?” Spencer’s head shot up toward Clay who had asked a question.

“So….huh,” she was trying desperately to think of an answer to something he might have asked while Ashley lowered her free hand, the hand that wasn’t tickling her under her sweatshirt and just barely above the button of her jeans, down to her thigh moving up and down slowly causing every nerve inside the blond to come alive.

“Remember the question?” Ashley bit seductively on her ear lobe and listened to Spencer’ quick hitch in breath.

“How did Hamlet die?” Clay asked again, him and the other teens completely oblivious to the sensations Ashley was stirring inside her gut.

“Hamlet,” Spencer squeaked out when Ashley squeezed her inner thigh, “He huh was killed….”

“We got that already but how?” Madison rolled her eyes wishing the pizza would show up.

“Yeah Spence…” Ashley whispered grabbing a blanket and draping it over them while leaning back further into the couch, “how?” the word was punctuated by the brunette’s hand popping open her jean button.

Gulping Spencer shifted once more to try and get out of Ashley’s tight grip but failed yet again, she would have said something or pulled away more violently if there wasn’t four other teens in the room, closing her eyes in vain as she searched her memory for the play, “Stabbed?”

“Are you asking or telling?” Kyla wrote some notes down on her notebook for her math class with out glancing up.