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Let's Have Dinner	By : Deleted account Category: M through R > Pretty Little Liars Views: 6467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Why would I want to have dinner if I wasn�t hungry?� muttered Spencer after she read Wren�s note again. She checked her phone; text from Hanna about Caleb, but nothing from Toby.
After school and field hockey practice that day, she came home. She had put off texting Wren all day. She excused this because it seemed rude to refuse his invitation to dinner and text him right after she received his note.
She sat in her red chair. She tried to imagine where Toby was at this moment. She could imagine him at a construction site in Bucks County, renovating an old house along the Delaware. She could smell the sawdust, feel his leather work gloves. Was he thinking of her? Did he still love her? Did he hate her for thinking that he could be �A�?
�Tell me about the night you found the shovel.�
�I told you, I told you what happened.�
�You told me that somebody tricked you into finding the shovel and I believed you. But ever since that night the four of you have been acting like��
�Acting like what?�
�Acting like Ali was running things, playing you against each other. Today at school you sounded just like Ali when you talked to Emily. You know, Jenna always said that you wanted to take Ali down, replace her. I didn�t think that was true until today.�
And she could remember how much Toby hated Alison. How he hated her for making him a social pariah. Hated how she ruined his life even when she was dead. How children threw rocks at him.
�What are they talking to the fire department about?�
�They�re talking about that night�the Jenna thing.�
�Are you serious?�
�What could Toby be telling them?�
�I did such a good job of screwing him up, he might say anything Jenna wants him to say.�
�That we�re the ones who blinded Jenna?�
�Alison and us.�
When Toby forgave her, said that he knew who she was, that she wasn�t Alison, his forgiveness allowed her to forgive herself.
�I�m sorry for everything, for all the secrets.�
�Spencer, I know who you are. You never have to say you�re sorry.�
But if Toby lied to her, made her believe he loved her, everything else was a lie too. Forgiveness was a lie and she hated herself. She needed to take control. She was Spencer Hastings, not some sad, droopy wet blanket. She needed distraction. Only one thing quieted her mind�sex. Wren was the perfect choice. He was experienced and they had a chemical attraction.

�And this is history repeating itself.�
�Thank you, not for the compliment, but for the ride home and listening to me, I really don�t ever let myself cry in front of anybody, but you made it really easy.�
�I often have that effect on women.�
�I�ve never actually known a guy who carried a hanky, so I don�t really know what the protocol is, I don�t know if you want me to wash it first or just��
�Maybe you talked yourself out of the carpenter too soon. None of us are perfect, Spence, We all come with baggage.�
�Yeah, well the carpenter has a name, and he would need a fork-lift to maneuver through my tonnage of emotional debris.�
�You know, I�m actually certified to operate one of those.�
�No, I can�t imagine you operating any sort of heavy machinery.�
�Yeah, me neither, I made that up. But I did get you to smile.�
�I have to go.�
�I know this is incredibly inappropriate for me to say, but I�m desperate to kiss you.�
�I don�t think that�s a good idea.�
�I�m sure you�re right.� They kissed, gently. �I�m sorry, but I�ve been dying to do that.�
�You have terrible timing.�
�Amongst other things.�

She had lower inhibitions around him. He wanted her before. Now he could have her. There was no awkwardness with him. He was easy, effortless. It would be a purely physical encounter. He had his own place, and she would not see him in school the next day. All the consequences and guilt that she had from their first kiss far outweighed whatever new guilt she would have from having sex with Wren rather than Toby. Toby had left her without a word.

I�m not hungry. �Spencer

Spencer waited outside of Wren�s apartment building. She held his note in her hand, checking the time to meet him. She read his note again. I will do everything within my power to help you. She sat down on the stoop of the building to read his note again. In the dim light of the fading sunset and streetlights, she saw him walking towards her.
�I thought you might like a takeaway. Curry okay?�
�Sure, curry�s great.�
The pair walked into the building, up several flights of stairs, stopping in front of his door.
�This is me.�
�I know.�
�Right. Allow me to get the door open.�
Spencer walked in, immediately going to the windows to pull the curtains closed. Wren allowed her to close the blinds of every window in his apartment while he stood in the doorway. Closing the door, he said to her, �I see you�ve conquered your paranoia,� and walked to the open kitchen. He began to place containers of curry onto the counter when Spencer placed her chin over his shoulder near his ear, pressed her body into his, and whispered, �Food can wait.�
Wren turned to face Spencer and waited to prolong the field of electro-magnetism that occurred before each kiss. Spencer leaned in to kiss him, but he didn�t meet her lips. �Kiss me,� commanded Spencer.
�You�re certain?�
�Yes, kiss me. I need you inside of me, hard and wet.�
�As you wish.� They kissed, softly at first but Spencer focused every ounce of her sexual desire into his mouth to persuade Wren that she needed him and that he needed her. Wren responded and moved his hands to her waist, then her tight ass. Spencer pressed her body against Wren, pinning him to the cabinets and kitchen counter. Spencer moved her hands along his biceps to unbutton his shirt.

�Wren, take off my shirt,� said Spencer, breaking their kiss to focus on a stubborn lower button and push the shirt off his shoulders.

�An undershirt, seriously, why add layers,� muttered Spencer as she undid the buttons and zipper of his pants and tugged them down to drop at his ankles in wrinkles that would ordinarily make her cringe. But an impressive bulge in Wren�s boxer-briefs caught her attention instead. Spencer cupped her hand and lightly grazed from behind where she estimated his balls hung forward before grabbing the hem of his undershirt and pulling it off over Wren�s head. �That�s better,� said Spencer, as she maneuvered him towards his bedroom, �but why is my skirt still on?�
�Spencer, it�s not a race, we can slow down.�

�I want you hard and fast. I need you rough, and I need you now.� Wren picked Spencer up and threw her over his shoulder, walked into the bedroom, and in his best caveman impression dropped her into his bed. Spencer smiled and bit her lower lip as she watched him pull down and discard his underwear.
�I�m going to pull your knickers off, Spencer.�
Wren stuck his hand out quickly, sliding in between her skin and the front of her cotton underwear, and pulled down and towards him. Her hips lifted towards his hand, his knuckles grazed her vulva before he yanked the fabric down, exposing her, and pulling the damp underwear down her long legs. But just as he finished matching action to words, Spencer had pulled him into position beneath her and straddled him on her knees. She leaned forward onto her supporting arms, giving Wren his first good view of her breasts still constrained in her bra and kissed him. Spencer then leaned back on her knees, held his nearly-erect penis in her palm and rubbed the head at the entrance of her, grazing the sensitive tip against herself before guiding it into her. Wren moaned as his hardened penis slipped slowly inside her, �You�re so wet, Spencer. And incredibly tight--oh, god, you feel so good� Spencer smiled, reveling in the power and control she had over Wren�s body, and gave herself a moment to adjust to him inside of her. Spencer used her thighs to raise her body up along Wren�s penis until the head alone remained inside. She sank back down along him, quickly, causing Wren to moan Spencer�s name. Spencer grinded her clitoris into his hard pubic bone without losing his penetration. Spencer had total control, moving her pelvis forwards and backwards, then side to side, building her arousal. Suddenly Spencer changed direction and used her thighs to raise and lower her body along his now wet shaft. Wren thrust his pelvis up to meet her as she dropped down each time. �Oh, Spencer,� yelled Wren, watching her as she posted, slamming into his pelvic saddle, and her breasts bouncing in her bra. Spencer gathered speed as she quickened her pace from a trot to a canter, to a furious galloping speed. Wren moved his hands from resting on her thighs to hold her above her waistline, his thumbs just under her breasts. Wren supported her upright as she grinded furiously until she came undone in his hands. She arched her back, exposing her long smooth neck and throwing back her head. A few quick upward thrusts after her climax and he spilled into her. Wren held her against his chest as they shook and came down from their orgasms. Spencer sighed and listened to Wren�s heartbeat and closed her eyes.
Spencer awoke refreshed. She was surprised to feel Wren still inside, semi-hard, and she liked the closeness of their bodies underneath the bedclothes. Spencer smiled and lifted her head to watch Wren sleep. Wren was awake and watching her. He smiled at her. Spencer rolled off Wren, asking �How long was I asleep for?�
�Not long, maybe ten minutes.�
�Did you sleep?�
�No.�
�You should have woken me up,� said Spencer as Wren found his lighter and pack of cigarettes.
�I can�t believe that you did crew and you still smoke.� Wren lay in bed with his pillows propping him up against the headboard. Spencer lay flat on her back and watched as he put a cigarette to his lips and lit it, inhaling a long drag that made the tip of the cigarette glow red. The distraction that she had craved left her jonesing for more. Riding Wren, Spencer had pounded into his penis, pushing his penetration as deep as she could; now she was feeling sore inside. Spencer leaned over to kiss him without waiting for him to finish his post-coital cigarette; she needed another hit. Spencer had always thought that kissing a smoker would be like licking an ashtray, but the gritty taste and rush of nicotine added to the pleasure of kissing Wren.

�Spencer, did you study for this evening?�
�Why? Was something wrong?�
�No, no, but�� Wren paused, put the cigarette to his lips and inhaled to play for time, thinking to himself, carpenters don�t fuck like that, cringing a little internally at the idea of Toby�s hands on Spencer�s fair, smooth skin, and said louder, �No, you were more than perfect: over a little too soon maybe, but more perfect than I dreamed about.�
�I always research before a lab practical.�
�I bet you do. I read that Mata Hari always wore her bra during sexual relations. Allegedly she was insecure about the size of her breasts.�
�Okay,� said Spencer as Wren extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray on the nightstand and lay on his side along Spencer�s side.
�I like the size of your breasts, may I see them?�
�Yes, Wren, you may see my breasts,� said Spencer and laughed as she removed her bra. �I�m not insecure about my breast size. I just needed release and didn�t want to waste time on a bra. Wait, you dreamed about me? About having sex with me? What was it like?�
�My favorite dream began slow at first,� said Wren, fondling Spencer�s breast and nipple softly, making small circles below her nipple. �I�d like to show you what I dreamed that I did to you, but that is going to require fortification in the manner of food first.� Wren kissed her nipple, pulling at the hardened tissue and sucking with his mouth. Spencer gasped, and felt hot and wet between her legs again. �So get dressed. That particular dream begins with clothes on.�
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