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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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On Wednesday, Spencer parked in front of the coffee shop. She walked to the door, but found a hateful cheerful stupid sign, “Happy Thanksgiving! Reopening for Black Friday.” Crap.
“Spencer!”
“Oh, hey Wren”
“Have a coffee with me before work?”
“I’d like to, but they’re closed for Thanksgiving, early. I was hoping to study here today.”
“How about the public library?”
“Overrun by Vandals. Hoards of noisy bad-mannered children and their oblivious parents invaded the Reference Room. The librarians refused to ask the snot-nosed little brats to leave.” Wren laughed.
“Listen, I have an idea.” He pulled out his keys and started to remove two. “These are for my flat. It’s quiet, there’s internet, just make yourself at home.”
“Wren—I can’t just take your keys.”
“Don’t worry about it. I have a spare set in my locker at work. My neighbor Joan has a spare set too. I’m covered.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
“Happy Thanksgiving,” said Wren, walking away.
“Wren—” Wren turned around and walked back to Spencer.
“Yeah?”
“Are you free tomorrow afternoon?”
“Uh, no.”
“Tommorrow night?”
“No—”
“Oh, okay, bye then.” Confused and dejected, Spencer turned slowly towards her car.
“Spencer, I’m working a double shift tomorrow.” Spencer turned to face Wren, smiling a little. “I don’t have a family to celebrate Thanksgiving with, so I might as well cover a shift for someone who does.”
“Right, you’re British.”
“English”
“English” They shared star-struck smiles.
…
Spencer woke up Thursday to do homework while watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade on tv before going to the country club. When the National Dog Show came on after the end of the parade, Spencer knew it was time to dress for the club. Annual tv schedules, the club, and Spencer had followed this pattern for years. While she dressed, Spencer had a thought of what would keep her calm while enduring nosey questions from relative strangers at the club. She grabbed her overnight bag and packed essentials and a change of clothes for the next day. I won’t be needing pajamas…
“Spencer, are you ready? Your father is warming up the car!” Spencer walked down the stairs, took a deep breathe, and lied.
“Mom, is it okay if I go in my car? I promised Hanna I would go Black Friday shopping with her, and she wants to get up at 3am, so would it be okay if I just drove over to her house straight from the club? That way we can hangout, have an early dinner, and go to bed early?”
“Black Friday? How tacky.”
“I know, but Hanna’s been really excited. She’s decided that Black Friday is a shopping experience that she’s been deprived of, and she made me promise to go with her.”
“Well, Hanna loves shopping, I hope you two go to sleep early tonight. Just try not to get trampled by over-caffeinated soccer moms. See you at the club.”
…
Spencer had managed to survive Thanksgiving “dinner” at the club. Every time someone asked her about college, she tried to think of something different to do with Wren. Finally she was alone in his apartment and able to research some of her ideas online. She had gotten her laptop set up with his wifi the day before when she needed a quiet place to study. She smiled to herself about the careful studying she would be doing today. She texted Hanna to ask her to cover for her, on the off chance her mother asked Hanna about Spencer. She looked around Wren’s apartment, realizing she had a chance to study him. She was curious about what she might find. You’re only allowed to look at things in plain sight or in the kitchen—anything else would be snooping and rude. She settled on looking at the bookshelves again, pulling out titles she didn’t recognize to read the publisher’s blurb. She carefully replaced each book after she looked it over. When she found a tattered copy of Pride and Prejudice, she couldn’t resist looking inside. In faded handwriting the name Sophie W. Who was Sophie W.? Why would Wren have her book? It looked like an old book; did he just pick it up at a used book sale? No, Jane Austen certainly didn’t fit into the rest of his book collection. Who was Sophie to Wren? Girlfriend. Definitely girlfriend. And he kept her book deliberately. Before Melissa or after—me? Of course it could be after their first kiss. It wasn’t like Wren needed to be faithful between then and now, so I have no right to feel betrayed when we had never really been together before—and fuck buddies does not a monogamous relationship make. What was Sophie like? Was she prettier than me? Smarter? More accomplished? Definitely more accomplished in bed. What was it about her that made Wren chose to hold onto to something of hers? Well, at least I can work on the sex. Pride and Prejudice, huh, I do love the part where…Spencer flipped through the pages ‘til she found the right scene and began reading. I can do research later.
It was around eight when she finished the book. She pulled out her laptop and started reading up on sex tips. She eventually found herself looking at videos and ached for release. She carried the laptop into the bedroom. She left the laptop on the bed, undressing and carefully folding her clothes. She sat on the bed and selected music from her library. She searched for a little while longer, picking out her favorites. She set the laptop to the side and slid her palms down her stomach. She reached her vulva and began rubbing quickly. She parted her lips and moved her middle finger between, finding her clitoris. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. She stroked in time to the music, feeling the orgasm building. She added her left hand to her breast, massaging the breast and pulling the nipple. Her middle finger moved to the left and moved horizontal, stroking between 3 o’clock and her soft raised center. She panted, continuing her ministrations, coaxing every bit of pleasure from her orgasm. She sighed at the finish, pleased at her speed and technique. She had a plan for her evening with Wren. She carried the laptop back to the kitchen, and repacked it. She took her phone into the bedroom, set her alarm, and went to sleep.
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Wren came home to a dark apartment, exhausted after his double shift. He threw his coat off on to the sofa, threw his keys on the kitchen counter, without bothering to turn on the lights. He entered his bedroom without noticing the flickering candlelight, pulled his scrubs off and began to slide into bed. He glanced across the bed and noticed a girl sleeping with the bedclothes pulled up to the ears.
“Blimey! Spencer? What are you—”
“Are you mad? Maybe this was a bad idea,” said Spencer groggily, suddenly embarrassed.
“No, the opposite, I’m quite chuffed that you’re here.”
“Is that good?”
“Yes. You’ve lit candles. Are you naked?” he asked, lifting the bedclothes up to see for himself. “You’re starkers!” said Wren, overwhelmed. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the opposite wall.
“Yup. That’s me, Spencer, naked in your bed in the middle of the night.” She waited for him to say something. “Should I go? I should go.” Wren whipped his head back to face her.
“No! I mean, that is, I would very much like it if you stayed. When I lent you my keys I never expected-- Give me a moment. You’ll stay?” Wren waited for her nod before dashing to the bathroom.
He returned a few minutes later and slid into bed next to Spencer, lying on his side to face her.
“Your accent’s more pronounced and you’re a lot less smooth when you’re tired.”
He tentatively brushed his fingers along her arm. Spencer rolled onto her side to face him. She could smell toothpaste.
“Yes, well, when I’m knackered all my confidence is worn out and my innate uncertainty shows—” Spencer silenced him with a soft, gentle kiss. She pulled her face away a little, eyes locked on his, waiting for him to catch up.
“I’m naked in your bed, waiting to have sex with you. What exactly is there for you to be uncertain about?”
He kissed her gently and moved his hand to her waist. He deepened the kiss, moving his palm down along her body, stroking across her buttcheeks. She moaned into the kiss. He ran his hand down the back of her upper thigh. He pulled her leg towards him, slipped his other hand under her waist and rolled her body onto his, lying now under her spread legs. Their breathing quickened. Her legs parted a little more as the kiss intensified, pulling her body farther up his and her hips changed angles, pressing her into his lower abdomen.
“Spencer, you’re wet already?”
“I may have started without you”
“Did you?”
“Well, I thought you might be exhausted and not up for a lot of foreplay. I tried to estimate the approximate time your shift would end and added how long it might take you to get home, then subtracted four minutes and started then. But my calculations must have been off because I finished before you came home. I had hoped to time it so that you would walk-in on me—” Wren stopped her with a kiss.
“You’re incredible. I’m sorry I was delayed. I’ve scuppered your well-laid plan.”
“Yes, you did. And we would have enjoyed my plan.”
Wren gently pressed his fingers along the soft curve of Spencer’s back and traced the shape of her buttcheeks, slowly using his index finger to gently press skin the alongside the dip between her cheeks. Spencer’s hips pushed into Wren a little more.
“Would it be okay if we had sex later and just kissed?”
“Are you too tired? You could just lie back while I have my wicked way with you.”
“But I want to snog you. And if I don’t kiss you first, you’ll just have you way with me and leg it.” They laughed.
“Leg it?”
“Run off.”
Spencer switched from her pre-sex position to alongside him. She looked across Wren’s bare chest, drawing circles with her fingertips. She took a deep breath, resolved to ask.
“Does it bother you?”
“You lying naked in my bed? Are you kidding?”
“Wren—you know what I mean.”
“That you use me for my body and leave? Not as long as you come back”
“No, be serious, does what we’re doing bother you?” Wren pulled Spencer on top of him, looking straight into her eyes.
“I told you, I’m here for you. Does it bother you?” Wren rubbed her back as she spoke.
“I don’t know, I feel guilty that it doesn’t bother me more. Everything’s just so fucked up and it’s all my fault. I have a boyfriend. I never thought that I would cheat on him—on anyone. I didn’t think that was who I was. But here I am naked in your bed—and I don’t want to be anywhere else and I have a boyfriend who isn’t you—a boyfriend who left town and isn’t returning my calls; a boyfriend who I accused of trying to kill me and my friends.”
“I’ve never thought of anything that happened between us as cheating.”
“That’s not what the rest of the world would call it.” She lay her head on his chest.
“To hell with the rest of the world--I just want you to be happy.”
“Sometimes I think that with everything I’ve done, I have no right to be happy.” Wren lifted her chin.
“You deserve to be happy Spencer. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise. Does this—I have to ask—does being with me make you happy?”
“Yes. Are you happy with me?” Always, thought Wren.
“Yes.” Spencer lay her head on his chest again and fell asleep.
A beam of sunlight peeking through the edges of the curtains hit Wren on the face. He woke up entangled with Spencer. He kissed her face, waiting for her to wake up. She opened her eyes and returned the kiss. She ran her hands down his chest, finding his ready cock. Spencer grabbed a condom from the nightstand and pulled it over his morning wood. She rolled over to lie facing away from him and reached behind her to pull his hips closer. He adjusted his tip behind her, and raised her top leg to make the first thrust easier. He entered her and placed her leg down, feeling her muscles constrict around him. He kissed her neck and whispered, “good morning.”
He kept his wrist between her legs and began to play with her clitoris as he moved against her slowly. He continue to play with her through her orgasms, keeping total contact with her body as he ground himself up and down her body as he built towards his own orgasm. Finally he came, but remained inside and moving against her until she came one last time.
“Just keep holding me like this?” They fell back asleep together, in total contact.
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