"C'mon guys, we just won. I know it's gonna be hard to win the next game without Jen... but I know we can do this," Spencer said trying to cheer up her teammates.

They just learned that the captain of their Lacrosse team wouldn't recover until their final game six days ahead of them. She had already missed their last game due to a minor injury. Well, of course it wasn't only the last game of the season but also the most important one, since they would be first in the NCLL if they won.

As Spencer looked around the locker room, she caught Allison's intensely green eyes giving her the usual you-get-on-my-last-nerve-look, "Seriously Johnson, you really can't just shut up for once, can you?"

Allison called Spencer by her last name ever since they first talked to each other which was exactly about three years ago. From time to time Spencer would just ignore the teasing but in this case, the mood she was already in, she couldn't help but counter:

"No, I can't and honestly I feel a little insulted that you still don't remember that after years of knowing me!"

Both of them stared at each other and just for a second Spencer could have sworn she saw the trace of the slightest smile across Allison's face and then it was gone. There have been a lot incidents like this lately... both of them kind of enjoying their mutual teasing even if they wouldn't tell. But whenever situations like that occurred, Spencer had the feeling that Allison tried to break it off... as if she felt guilty that she actually enjoyed Spencer' s company. Well, fair enough. She felt a little awkward too, since they had been “enemies” for so long. She still remembers their first encounter as if it was yesterday.

* * * *

The bell rung and Spencer was packing up her stuff as she saw someone approaching in the corner of her eye. "So you' re the new girl, huh? I guess I call you Johnson, then," the girl said leaning casually on Spencer's desk.

As she looked up she saw the most intriguing girl she had ever seen. She was about 5'7" already, though she was only sixteen years old with those piercing green eyes and her long, slightly curly, light red hair. You could see she was an athlete as her arms looked really defined leaning on that desk. Spencer tore herself out of her thoughts and got up from her chair, both staring at each other now.

"You know, actually my name is Spencer," she replied holding onto her desk.

Some classmates were actually standing there observing the scene and you could feel the tension floating around. For a few seconds nothing happened, still Spencer clutched to her desk in anticipation of what might happen, so hard that her knuckles turned white. Allison must have noticed the silence around them as she pushed away from the desk. Spencer dropped her shoulders, her body becoming more relaxed again.

"Right, Johnson, whatever... I'm watching you," Allison said before turning around and leaving with some girls following her.

"That went pretty well, I guess," Spencer thought to herself as she was about to leave.

She moved to Virginia about six months before, after both of her parents died in a car accident. Living with her aunt and uncle was a huge change already, since they haven't had much contact over the last years, but leaving her friends behind and practically moving across the country – well that was a whole different level of huge.

She also wasn't too thrilled about the thought of having to visit a private school. Her uncle was pretty wealthy, so they wanted her to get the best education obviously. They had been keeping her home for a couple of months giving her time to process what had happened. She visited a psychologist a few times a week, because they thought it might help, since Spencer felt like they were complete strangers and wouldn't talk to them much.

The only upside so far, were her cousins. Tara was eighteen, so only two years her senior and Jake was seventeen, kind of an older brother. They were both visiting the same school, so luckily Tara had already filled her in on everything that's been going on. All the rumors, the chitchat, the who's who and so on. And finally the day had arrived and it was time to face real life again.

"Are you nervous?" Tara asked as they sat on the breakfast table.

"Well, a bit I guess," Spencer mumbled with a worried glance trying to choke down her mouthful of cereals.

"There's no need to be, honestly. You're smart, funny and sweet. So just be yourself and don't worry about Allison. Don't be intimidated by her. I'm sure you will do fine," Tara gave her a genuine smile.

She had already mentioned Allison a few days ago. Her family was pretty loaded and had a lot influence on the community donating a lot of money and stuff like that. So every now and then Allison took advantage of that mostly getting people to do what she wanted. So of course there were many of her fellow students sucking up to her but Spencer definitely didn't want to be one of them... but she didn't want to get on her bad side, either...

* * * *

"Well, that math test was quite something,” Allison said looking kind of exhausted. “Yeah right, and in a couple of days you'll run around waving with your A+ again," Spencer replied winking.

That was actually something she had noticed pretty early back then. The fact that, against her expectations, Allison was smart as hell. After all she had heard before Spencer had thought of Allison as this stupid cheerleader kinda girl, relying on her money and looks.

Speaking of which, it's not like she couldn't rely on her looks if she wanted to. She still had that lithe, elegant body Spencer had noticed on their first encounter, only she was about 5'8" now and became more curvacious but still athletic. Her hair had grown a lot longer and she had those cute freckles starting on the bridge of her nose and spreading across her cheeks.

"Hey Allison, you're coming or what?" Janet asked throwing her bag over her shoulder.

Janet was one of Allison's rich friends who thought she was better than everybody else, especially someone like Spencer.

"I'll be right out... just have to deal with something,"Allison replied.

"You wanna get the number of her shrink or what?" Janet said pointing at Spencer. She started laughing as she walked out.

Spencer ignored the whole conversation being used to it. As she was grabbing her bag she noticed that Allison and her were the only ones in class now since Allison had obviously waited for her. Suddenly she felt nervous.

"So are you prepared for our last game in two days?" Allison asked looking at her.

Spencer hesitated for a second.

"I am. But the question is are you?"

Allison lifted her left eyebrow, which looked rather sexy Spencer thought. “What do you mean?” she asked confused.

"Well, I mean since we're not quite best buddies you always let that affect your game...You need to pull it together especially since Jen's not gonna be there. We are a team...So, can you forget the fact that you don't like me and pull it together?"

Allison looked at her and it almost made Spencer' s heart stop. It was the sweetest look she had ever seen on her face. Beautiful. Pure. Innocent.

"Well, I hate to admit it but I guess you're right” Allison said fidgeting with her fingers, “and for the record... I do not NOT like you, you know, sometimes you're just a pain in the ass!"

Before she could even finish the sentence, she burst into a laugh... so hard tears came to her eyes. And so did Spencer. Again, it was one of those moments.

* * * *

On her way home Spencer couldn't think of anything else but Allison, who just told her that she actually liked her. Where did that suddenly come from? It's not like Spencer is totally naive. Of course she knew that often people kind of pretend not to like each other when they actually do. Is this what that is? Spencer couldn't stop thinking - she always liked Allison but she always thought Allison seriously disliked her. Spencer was suddenly torn out of her thoughts when she heard someone call her name.

"Are you deaf or what?" Sam shouted trying to catch up with her, “I've been running after you for miles, did you just ignore me?” She put her hand on her hips pretending to be overly exhausted.

Sam always had that exaggerated kind of humor, which always managed to cheer Spencer up. She smiled waiting for her.

 "Hey Sam, sorry I... was just a little distracted."

"You've been distracted for a while lately, you know. So, are you gonna tell me who it is?" Sam asked with a sly smile.

Spencer was taken by surprise.

"What do you mean?" she responded trying to sound all casual and innocent.

"Spence seriously, I've known you for a while now and I know when you are into someone. Do I know her?"

They both looked at each other and Spencer couldn't help but smile.

"Honestly, I'm not even sure, I mean, I don't know if she even likes me."

"Oh Spence, just spill it!"

She hesitated because she knew how Sam would probably react.

"It's, well. You know... Allison," Spencer mumbled turning away.

"I knew it!" Sam said tugging on Spencer's shirt, almost jumping up and down. When she turned to look at her again she noticed Sam had a huge smile on her face.

"You knew? What do you mean? What's that smile? Why aren't you mad?"

"Oh, c'mon Spence. She is on you 24/7 making such a huge effort to piss you off. Do you really think she would do that just for fun. I don't know why she wouldn't admit it, but she obviously wants to be around you all the time. And why would I be mad? I'm happy when you are," Sam said winking. Spencer hugged her. She was so relieved.

"So, what are you gonna do about it?" Sam asked as they disengaged.

"I have no clue. I mean, are you really sure she likes me?" Sam put her arm around Spence.

"I am really sure!" she said as they walked home.

* * * *

"Well done Ladies!" the coach shouted as the team was walking off the field.

They just finished the last practice before the game. As soon as Spencer reached the locker rooms she virtually ripped off her clothes, she was so exhausted and couldn't wait to get into the shower. When she grabbed her towel and turned to head towards the cubicle she caught Allison staring at her naked body. Spencer felt a little smile come to her face but she didn't say anything, since she saw Allison blush when she caught her.

It felt so good when the hot water hit her skin and she closed her eyes for a moment.

"So, was she definitely checking me out back there?" Spencer wondered.

She suddenly felt a shiver running through her body and this twinge deep in her lower area. Her right hand was slowly going between her legs. Spencer felt so aroused but she moved her hand away again thinking she should better do this at home. It' s been a while since she had sex with anyone other than herself or that she was even into somebody for that matter, so this whole Allison thing felt really good.

When she stepped out of the shower wrapped in her towel, she was suddenly facing a completely naked Allison coming out of the cubicle across from her. They both kind of froze to the spot and just kept staring at each other. Spencer couldn't help but roam her athletic body with her eyes. Perfect and perky small b-cup breasts, flat stomach, these long legs...it made Spencer wet just looking at her. All she wanted to do right now was to push Allison back into the cubicle behind her, pinning her to the wall and just kiss her so bad.

"What the fuck is wrong with me," Spencer suddenly felt self-conscious.

When their eyes met she saw a smile spread across Allison's face. She was about to say something when suddenly a few teammates were heading out of the shower as well, interrupting them.

"Hey, guys... what's the traffic? Tomorrow is the most important game so get yourself dressed you pervs before you get a cold!" one of them was saying pushing her way through them.

They both didn't move at first, feeling so drawn to each other, so tense, so horny. Spencer was the first to start moving again, she took a deep breath walking back to the locker room. She was so confused that she didn't even know what she was feeling. She wanted to touch Allison so bad in this very moment , it almost drove her crazy but on the other hand she just wanted to get out as fast as she could because the tension was almost too much to take.

When one of her teammates accidentally grazed her arm while passing her to leave, it almost made her jump, because she was so turned on. It was too much for her, she grabbed her stuff not caring that she didn't even put on her underwear as she dressed and left without looking back at all.

As soon as she arrived at home she went to her room, tossing her bag aside, ripping off her jeans and shirt and throwing herself on the bed. Immediately her hand was going between her legs, while her other hand was cupping her breast. She was so fucking wet. She stroke her clit once or twice and then drove two fingers deep into herself imagining it was Allison' s hand. It felt so good and she kept going faster and faster moaning uncontrollably almost ready to come.

"Allison!" she screamed out her finger hitting her deep.

She was shaking and twitching and her heart was beating so fast she thought it might pop out of her chest. Then the wave came over her and for a second she thought she might pass out. It was one of the most intense orgasms she has ever had. When she came down she was slightly smiling. If just the image of Allison doing this to her could make her come like this, how would it be if she actually slept with her. She was so exhausted that she fell asleep within minutes.

* * * *

Allison was slowly opening her eyes tickled by the sun coming trough her window. "Today is the day," she thought.

She stretched herself yawning. She just lay there for while contemplating. The last weeks had been intense especially when it came to Spencer. She couldn't believe she had actually told her she kinda liked her. What the fuck. She had been teasing and picking on her for years and now this? Allison had noticed those feelings a while ago trying to fight them, chase them away but she couldn't. Of course she couldn't.

Spencer had become this incredibly beautiful woman. Her father was African - American with an Indian heritage and her mother was from Germany causing Spencer to have this caramel colored, sun-tanned skin looking so smooth. Allison imagined more than once how good it would feel if she touched her. Standing a 5'6'' Spencer was a bit smaller than herself but just as trained. Her hair were dark brown. Very long and curly. She had rather European features with a small nose and full lips and even some freckles across her face with a smile that made your knees go weak. But what intrigued Allison the most, were those unbelievably dark eyes. So dark that most of the times you couldn't even see the pupils... she could get lost in those eyes.

And seeing her in the locker room yesterday, wow. It hit her deep in her guts. It's not like she hadn't seen her in her undies before but yesterday? Something else entirely - her cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling heavily with exhaustion, her muscles tense, sweat running down her neck and between the valley of her breasts. It took er breath away.

And suddenly Spencer caught her staring causing her to turn away. But Spencer didn't seem to mind since she was smiling. As if this hadn't been enough already, she suddenly had to face her coming out of the cubicle across from her. She had been completely naked whereas Spencer was at least wrapped in a towel. They both had stared at each other none of them moving. Spencer had looked her up and down causing her to smile. Suddenly she saw this change in her eyes. But she couldn't make it out. Was she confused? Embarrassed? She had wanted to say something but they got interrupted by their team mates coming out of the shower.

They had walked back to the changing rooms and Spencer seemed to be in a hurry leaving without even looking at her. Allison couldn't get that image out of her mind. She's been horny ever since she imagined how she would pull down that towel and start kissing Spencer's neck while her hands play with her gorgeous breasts. Er thumb brushing her nipple, her thigh pushing between her legs... Fuck. Why couldn't she just relax and enjoy the feelings she had for Spencer?

She had been attracted to her the first moment she had seen her, but tried to make her feel miserable nonetheless. Why? Partly because she had been concerned about her reputation getting involved with this new girl not belonging there. But deep within herself she had felt a huge admiration for her. She was so strong despite everything she had been through and you just had to like her. So really she had just been feeling scared that she couldn't measure up to her and instead of trying in the first place, she had pushed her away from the very start.

* * * *

Spencer woke up with a smile on her face thinking about Allison.

She got up immediately making her way to the kitchen. The coffee machine was already running so she poured herself some cereals and hopped casually onto the kitchen counter letting her mind drift away. Tara snapped her finger again. "Hello, someone home?"

"What?"

"I asked you if you wanted some coffee. For the second time," Tara said smiling.

"Sure yeah... sorry... I was just... thinking... about the game," Spencer answered trying to stifle a smile.

"The game... right, are you excited?"

"Yeah totally, are you coming?" she asked her cousin.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it," Tara replied handing her a cup of coffee.

Absent-minded Spencer took a sip burning her tongue. "Fuck. Ouch."

"What is it with you today?" Tara grinned, "you're totally distracted and something seems different. Did I miss anything?"

Spencer hesitated for a moment. She knew most people had a rather negative image of Allison so why make a fuss since nothing has happened so far anyway. Something her grandma used to say suddenly crossed her mind: 'Never trouble trouble till trouble troubles you.' Taking that advice more than once she got off the counter making a dismissive gesture.

"No no, I'm fine really... just a bit anxious about the game...that's all." A little white lie. So what?

"Alright then, see you tonight!"

* * * *

The Stadium was pretty packed. Spencer was always a bit nervous before a game, but as soon as she stepped on the field everything else was secondary. Tonight was different, though. She wasn't nervous at all. In fact, she didn't really knew what she was feeling. The coach was giving last instructions as they sat in the locker room but all she could think of was Allison. She couldn't help but glance over at her from time to time looking so sexy in her jersey.

"So, let's move people!" the coach shouted bringing Spencer back to reality.

"Alright guys, let's win this," Kaley said.

Usually she was the co-captain, but since Jen has been sick she took her place. When Spencer was about to exit the locker room someone tugged on her arm. She turned facing a smiling Allison. “You and I are gonna rock this thing tonight.”

* * * *

Spencer was running full speed barely noticing the crowd going wild. Only a few seconds left and they were behind. She kept going from left to right, right to left escaping the defenders one by one until Allison and her were storming towards the goalkeeper, just the two of them. Suddenly she heard Allison shouting, gesturing heavily but she couldn't understand. In the corner of her eye she noticed someone approaching her. She managed to pass the ball to Allison, then she felt a heavy stroke and everything turned black.

* * * *

Spencer slowly opened her eyes, her head slightly spinning. Everything was still a bit blurry. She heard voices and saw faces but couldn't quite make out what was going on.”Spencer!” She turned her head looking straight into Allison's eyes smiling weakly. Allison exhaled audibly and you could see her relief. “What the fuck happened?” Spencer managed to ask.

"That stupid bitch of a captain just ran you over for no fucking reason," Kaley replied angrily, almost shouting.

They slowly helped Spencer get up.

"Careful guys," the doctor of the team said, " she might have a minor concussion."

When she stood she shifted to the side Allison catching her. "Here, let me help you."

They slowly walked across the field accompanied by the whole team. Suddenly Spencer stopped.

"What is it?" Allison looked worried.

"Did we win?" Spencer asked and everyone burst out into laughter.

"You are truly a passionate athlete, aren't you!" her coach replied smiling.

* * * *

"I'm sorry you'll miss the party," Spencer said, as they were driving to Allison's place. When the doctor had said Spencer is fine, but should be observed because of her physical state, Allison gladly volunteered to do so. Her parents weren't home and they could finally have some alone time.

Allison couldn't believe how fucking scared she felt when she saw Spencer going down and not moving anymore. She could have sworn her heart stopped right then and there. She was the first to reach her, kneeling down trying to wake her. And when Spencer finally opened her eyes, she exhaled heavily, feeling so relieved she could have cried, but she didn't. She just felt her heart clench at the sight of Spencer' s beautiful eyes and weak smile.

"Don't worry, I'll rather take care of you anyway" - "Oh my god did I just said that out loud" Allison thought to herself quickly trying to get rid of this awfully embarrassing silence.

Spencer smiled shyly avoiding to look at her.

"So, how is that head of yours?”" Allison asked.

"Fine, I guess. I'm just feeling exhausted." Suddenly she felt a hand patting her thigh.

"I'll take good care of you," Allison said with a little wink.

Spencer's muscle tensed involuntarily, she felt so drawn to her. How could she think of sex in a moment like this? She couldn't help it ever since the shower incident. Allison probably meant it in a non-sexual manner anyway, or did she?

* * * *

"Wow, this is a beautiful place," Spencer said as they walked in.

"I'm sure yours is just as nice," Allison replied.

"Yeah, but not like this."

"Anyway, how about you take a shower and I'll cook us something small?"

"You cook?" Spencer asked grinning.

"Don't you?" Allison said sticking out her tongue.

Her smile slowly faded and suddenly they just kept staring at each other. Allison slowly walked towards Spencer.

"Do you need help showering?" Allison asked.

Spencer looked at her quizzically.

"I mean because of our head, you know, not that you get dizzy and fall or something like that."

"Right my head, Spencer grinned, "I think I'm good... but thanks."

"Alright, the bathroom is up the stairs second door on the right."

As Spencer walked up the stairs she couldn't help but smile. Did Allison seriously try to get in the shower with her or was she just messing with her? Spencer walked into the bathroom as if she were in a trance just thinking about Allison. If something is gonna happen then it should be now, right?

They were alone at her house, Allison cooking for them and she touched her and tried to get in the shower with her, but what if she was wrong? What if Allison was just being nice? Friendly?

"Fuck it," Spencer mumbled to herself slowly turning and reaching for the door knob, "It's now or never..."

When she opened the door she froze to the spot. Allison stood right in front of her looking just as startled. They both stared at each other and when Spencer searched Allison's eyes she could clearly see it: lust, desire and something that looked like... love? She realized right then and there that Allison was feeling the same way.

"Allison..."

But before she could say one more word Allison grabbed her face their lips meeting hungrily.

* * * *

"Alright, the bathroom is up the stairs second door on the right," Allison said as she watched Spencer walk away.

She couldn't help but stare at her cute little ass. God she was so hot and all she wanted to do was rip off her clothes and fuck her till the sun came up.

"Do you need help in the shower," Allison imitated herself in a high-pitched voice. "God, I'm so stupid, she's not even into me," Allison thought as she took some vegetables out of the fridge.

But what was all this tension about then? The way they interacted, the way they stared at each other? The way Spencer looked at her in the shower back then? Only thinking about that moment made Allison slightly wet and she felt a tingle between her legs briefly closing her eyes. She exhaled, dropped the knife and turned to head up the stairs. Suddenly she stood in front of the closed bathroom door. Her heart pounded so hard against her rip cage. She felt nervous. What would she say? Before she could think any further the door opened and she was facing Spencer. They just stood there studying each other as Spencer opened her mouth.

"Allison," she said but she wouldn't let her finish, couldn't let her finish.

She wanted to take her right there. Her senses going crazy. The need to taste her overwhelming. She crushed her lips onto Spencer's soft ones kissing her eagerly. Spencer slowly opened her mouth. Allison certainly didn't need another invitation and slowly began to tease Spencer's tongue with her own. She pushed against her, forcing her to walk backwards until she had her pressed against the sink. She squeezed her leg between Spencer' s thighs causing her to whimper. They disengaged allowing each other to breathe.

"God, I've wanted this for so long," Allison said out of breath.

"You did?" Spencer asked hesitantly.

"How could I not? You're so sweet and hot and..."

"Just kiss me," Spencer whispered pulling her towards her.

Their lips met again, more slowly this time consciously tasting each other. Allison moved her hands up and down Spencer's sides finally resting on her breasts, cupping them.

She moved her mouth down to her neck. “You taste so fucking good,” Allison mumbled between the soft kisses she planted on Spencer's neck. She let her arms fall down again to the hem of Spencer's shirt tugging lightly. Spencer lifted her arms letting Allison undress her.

Allison leaned in. "Do you want me to help you shower now?" she whispered almost inaudibly.

"Do I...?" Spencer replied with a sly smile.

They both continued to undress themselves hopping into the shower. Not waiting for the water to turn hot Allison pressed Spencer against the wall.

"I want to make you come and then I want to lay you down on my bed and taste every inch of your body making you come again and again, till you can't no more.”"

Hearing that Spencer felt a shiver surging through her whole body. She pulled her close slightly trembling feeling her knees go weak.

"Please fuck me!" she said with a pleading sound.

Allison moaned into Spencer as she let her hand slowly wander between her legs. With the other hand she grabbed Spencer's ass steadying her while she pressed her hard against the wall. She looked at her one more time, her wet skin, her hair damp. Then she reached between her legs.

"God, you're so fucking wet," she slowly rubbed two fingers up and down Spencer's wet lips causing her to groan, "fuck, I can't anymore."

Allison pushed Spencer's legs further apart and without warning, slipped two fingers deep inside of her. Spencer cried out feeling so full and penetrated. Allison moaned with her slowly gliding in and out, deeper and deeper. She started to thrust harder. Faster. Spencer held on to her, lightly scratching her. She buried her face in Allison's neck taking in her sweet scent. Allison found her sweet spot right away. The palm of her had was stroking her clit with each thrust. Spencer felt her orgasm building, she was so turned on. Her knees started to buckle. Allison seemed to sense it as she held her tighter.

"Fuck, I'm going to come," Spencer screamed.

She began to tremble her back arching. She closed her eyes. Her breath heavy and fast. Allison thrusting into her deeply keeping the rhythm. And then the wave hit her. Hard. She felt as if she was going to faint. She held onto Allison, her orgasm seeming to go on forever. She slowly opened her eyes and found Allison looking right back at her.

"You're so beautiful," she whispered and then kissed her.

When Spencer finally went back to a normal breathing, Allison took her hand and pulled her out of the shower. They didn't even bother toweling off and went straight to Allison's bedroom.

* * * *

They fell on Allison's bed kissing, Allison on top of Spencer straddling her.

"But it's my turn," Spencer said smiling.

"Not yet," Allison replied her hand going between Spencer's legs again.

"Ohh... fuck," was all Spencer managed to say as her eyes slammed shut again.

"I told you I want to make you come until you can't no more - I meant it," Allison whispered as she slowly started to rub Spencer's oversensitive clit again, "god you feel so good, I want to be so deep inside of you."

Spencer moaned. "Please... please get inside of me."

With her own knee, Allison pushed Spencer's legs further apart, allowing her better access as she easily eased to fingers inside.

"You're so fucking tight, I love it," Allison said while slowly gliding in and out of her.

"Fuck... I'm going to come again," Spencer said trembling, her back arching, her vagina clenching tight around Allison's fingers. And then the wave washed over her again. "God... I need a break," Spencer said panting.

"Already? Good thing you're not that easily exhausted when it comes to sports," Allison laughed teasingly.

"I'm gonna show you who's exhausted," Spencer said playfully pulling Allison close. She kissed her lips, her chin, along her jaw and then slightly tugged on her earlobe. "I want you to ride me," she whispered as she pushed both her legs between Allison's so that she could sit on her.

Allison's breathing got heavier as Spencer slowly drove her hand between her legs starting to rub her clit. Allison started to move her hips in a slow rhythm rubbing herself against Spencer's hand. She felt how wet Allison already was and couldn't wait any longer. She just wanted to be inside of her just like she had been inside of herself a moment ago. She curled two fingers and let them slide into Allison causing her to tilt her head back in pleasure. With her other hand Spencer grabbed Allison's hip pulling her back on her fingers again and again. Allison sat up in an upright position, her hands on Spencer's shoulders steadying herself. Spencer loved the feeling of Allison's walls clenching tight around her fingers. She began to thrust faster and deeper sensing that Allison was close as she started to tremble slightly. Spencer sat up wanting to be as close as possible. Her palm rubbing over Allison's clit finally send her over the edge.

"Fuck.," was all Allison managed to say as she came hard, Spencer holding her tight against her, both of them panting.

When Allison opened her eyes again she saw Spencer looking at her, smiling. She leaned in kissing her. Both of them starting to smile trough the kiss.

"Wow," Allison said.

"Definitely," Spencer replied as they both fell on their backs totally spent.

* * * *

"I think I need to go home."

"Already?" Allison asked. Spencer laughed.

"Already? It's 4 pm, we've been in bed all day, which was great by the way but I should say hi to my folks and let them know I'm okay."

They had have breakfast in bed and of course a few love making sessions.

"I don't want you to go," Allison said.

"Me neither, but we'll see each other tomorrow in school, right," Spencer said winking.

Allison bit her lip. "Well yeah, about that... we should probably not... I mean we better not be all PDA and stuff... you know?"

Spencer looked confused "What do you mean?"

"I mean just...y ou know... we don't have to tell anyone yet," Allison said looking downward.

It took Spencer a few seconds to realize, but when she did it felt like someone had just punched her in the guts. She felt like she could puke.

"I am sooo fucking stupid!"

"What? Why? No... I," Allison stammered but Spencer interrupted her.

"No...no, it's okay seriously, don't...I get it. The oh-so-perfect queen of the school doesn't want to be seen with... the nutcase. That's it right?"

"No, it's not like that..."

"What was it for you? What was I? You just wanted to see if you could fuck me or what so you can have a good laugh with your stupid-ass friends?" Spencer's voice was shaky slowly starting to break. She felt tears threaten to fall as she turned around heading for the door.

"Spencer... no, please wait... it's not like that..."

"Fuck you. Don't you ever fucking talk to me again," Spencer yelled slamming the door behind her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. I am so fucking stupid," Allison said to herself.

She set on the couch, face in her hands. As she remembered the look on Spencer's face tears started to fall. She has never seen someone looking so hurt. And she was the reason why. The one who caused Spencer so much pain, just because she was so selfish. Why couldn't she just be with her? Why did she care so much about what other people think? The thought of having lost Spencer made her heart hurt. Never had she felt so miserable in her entire life.

To be continued...