Leighton stared at him, wide-eyed, hanging onto every last word. She had heard variations of this speech in the past, but this one seemed different, more genuine, and sincere. “Are you sure? Like 2000 percent sure?” Leighton needed confirmation before she let any part of herself get excited. Her biggest fear was getting let down by Spencer. He was great at making promises, not so much at keeping them.

She enjoyed seeing Spencer tense up the way he had because Leighton liked to know she had that effect on him. She didn’t even know why she was teasing him with the oral sex idea because Leighton had never given a single person head before, not even her ex-boyfriend, and she knew she wouldn’t be any good at it. Spencer’s response caught her off guard, though, but it was the correct answer. “Well, that’s a brownie point for you. If I had a gold star, I’d give it to you,” she teased. Leighton knew this would be hard for Spencer, but she tried not to dwell on those feelings.

“Hmmm...” Leighton looked off randomly, pretending to think about it for a moment, and looked back at him. “I think you were just about to kiss me,” Leighton grinned. “I don't know, that’s just what I remember,” she added, shrugging innocently with a smile. I can't believe I get to kiss Spencer Walker whenever I want. It would probably take a few days before all of this sunk in, and Leighton realized this wasn't one of her stupid daydream fantasies but her new reality.

They were mid-kiss when Sam came in and announced it was time for them to go. Leighton frowned, getting up from the couch; Spencer followed, walking her to the door. After giving the boys a proper goodbye, Leighton and Sam were on their way.

It wasn't long after the four of them got back to Jess’ house and changed into more comfortable clothing that their friends started to arrive. So, Leighton and Spencer couldn’t talk about what happened on the rooftop. But she couldn’t get it out of her head.

Surprisingly it didn’t hurt Leighton’s feelings that Spencer wasn’t attached to her hip after everything that happened a few hours prior. She was mingling with her friends, and he was off goofing around with his. However, they kept one another in sight most of the night, stealing glances from across the room whenever they caught the other staring, which was a lot. Finally, Leighton seemed to be the only girl on Spencer Walker’s mind.

It wasn’t until later that Spencer finally came to find her. She was in the kitchen with a few friends, sitting on the countertop and laughing. Because of the combination of weed, alcohol, and still being on Cloud 9, Leighton was feeling great tonight, and her face lit up even more when she saw Spencer coming towards her. “Hi, handsome,” Leighton beamed, holding her arms open for him. Her friends quickly dispersed when it became evident they no longer had Leighton’s attention.

“So, tell me, how’s your night?” Leighton asked, her legs wrapping around his waist and one crossing over the other behind him. Leighton wasn’t nervous for tonight. She was excited and hoped everything went according to plan. She didn’t want her new bra and panty set to go to waste.

Spencer had created a reputation for himself amongst his peers, and his guy friends (Jess excluded) saw his infatuation with Leighton as the ammunition they needed to tear him apart. It had been fine when it'd just been the four of them at the house but once the other guests started to trickle in, he eventually branched off to pretend to be the same old Spencer that they knew. Except now he wasn't eyeing with every hot girl that walked by him, he only wanted to look at Leighton. After what had happened up on the roof, all he could think about was finishing what they had started.

Trying not to stare so much that his friends noticed, Spencer still found himself frequently keeping his eye on her. He wanted to make sure she knew that he wasn't off doing anything he shouldn't be, and he also wanted to make sure none of these other guys were trying something with her. Spencer didn't have to worry about her like she did him, but he still got jealous when he saw other guys trying to make moves on her. He also couldn't help but stare every time he heard her laughter from across the room.

Leighton was too tempting though; he couldn't stay away from her for too long. Everyone had been partying long enough that they were too absorbed in their own activities to really notice him all over her. Settling himself in between her legs, he slid up her thighs before resting on her hips. He was definitely stoned but he'd been taking it easy on the booze for fear that it might mess things up between them later. He wanted to remember it, not end up blacked out and failing to perform.

"Hello gorgeous, it's been alright. Better now though." he spoke softly, his eyes never leaving hers. Spencer made the mistake of looking at her soft lips when she told him her response and he could no longer focus on anything other than his desire to kiss her. One of his hands made its way up between them and landed on her cheek, pulling her in for a kiss before she could even finish speaking. His other hand moved from her hip and to her back so he could pull her in closer to him.

Sam was insanely glad to finally be in comfy clothes. She'd raided Jess' closet for a shirt first thing when they got there, matched it with a pair of her short shorts, and called it good. "I'm so happy I could shit rainbows!" she'd exclaimed after tossing the dress in the trash. She had debated donating it but then decided it'd be evil to inflict that kind of torture on another person.

It was a gorgeous night and the after party was in full swing now. Sam bounced around the house like she was in a pinball machine, dancing and drinking and showing off her necklace to nearly everyone she talked to. If they didn't have the right "vibe" though she would simply mean mug them and walk away in silence. Once Jess finally dragged her ass outside to smoke, she finally mellowed out some. Not much but some; there were still people out on the patio for her to pester about her love for Jess. Sam was happy, buzzed, and too in love to be embarrassed by anything at the moment.

Sitting on the edge of the pool with their feet dangling in the water, Sam passed over the last of the joint over to Jess to finish off. They had a great view of the party from where they sat; everyone outside and glimpses of everyone else inside through the windows, all of them having a good time. Sam leaned her head on his shoulder and watched everyone. "This has officially been the best night ever! I don't know how you're ever going to top it but I'm excited to see how you do it." she teased. Jess always had so many tricks up his sleeve, she had no doubt that he would give her multiple 'best nights ever'. This night wasn't even over yet, he probably still had a few tricks left in his back pocket.

Spencer’s gazes were memorizing. It was hard for Leighton to look away. She hasn’t expected this kind of greeting in a room full of their peers. It was a bold statement on Spencer’s part. Leighton went unnoticed most days. She wasn't complaining; she liked that she wasn’t on everyone’s radar. If the two of them chose to date exclusively, Leighton knew things could change, and honestly, she was okay with that. Accepting his greeting happily, Leighton kissed him back. Sitting her cup next to her on the counter, Leighton wrapped her arms around Spencer’s neck and pulled him into her as he did the same. It felt as if they were the only two people in the room. Not one else mattered at this point.

After a moment, Leighton’s lips moved across his cheek and under his eye as she got closer to his ear. She nibbled on his earlobe before whispering, “You wanna finish?” Leighton asked, meaning it in more ways than one. She pulled back, wanting to see his face when he comprehended everything. Leighton smiled, pushing him back and hopping off the counter. She took both her hands and grabbed one of his, and began walking backward, staring at him before finally turning around and guiding him to the basement.

Making it down the steps, Leighton pushed him against the wall. She kissed him hungrily, moving her hands them, and without hesitation, she proceeded to undo his belt and then jeans. Luckily they pulled out and made their bed earlier in the night, just in case they were too far gone when bedtime rolled around. It was one less thing they had to worry about. Once she got everything undone, Leighton’s hands moved to the sides of Spencer’s face. She began pushing her body against his as their kisses became more aggressive.

Leighton moved one of her hands between them and grabbed onto his shirt before pulling back. “I’d say you’ve been a good boy, wouldn’t you?” She smirked and started to take a few steps backward, still holding onto his shirt. When they reached the end of the bed, Leighton let go of his shirt. She gathered up her hair and put it in a messy bun on the top of her head, using the hair tie on her wrist. Leighton knew she had a lot of hair and didn’t want it getting in the way.

Leighton had always been insecure about her body. It wasn’t that her mother criticized her, but Violet made unnecessary comments from time to time, and they impacted her more than Leighton would like to admit. After hesitating for a moment, Leighton pulled off her shirt and dropped it at her feet. Looking at Spencer, Leighton had a bit of deja vu. I’m pretty sure I’ve dreamt this exact moment. She couldn’t remember how he reacted in her dream, but by the look on his face, Spencer wasn’t disappointed by the view. A lot of her figure often got hidden by the baggy clothes she chose to wear. Leighton felt more comfortable that way.

Jess always liked to throw parties worry-free. So, before all their friends got to his house, he ran through, grabbing all the valuables and locking them away in his parent’s bedroom. Jess asked if he could have a few friends over, not twenty. If he didn't want to get caught, he would always need to be a few steps ahead, which he was. As he looked on at the party from where he sat with Sam, Jess could notice it was beginning to die off, and people were leaving. He didn't mind because it would save him the trouble of kicking everyone out when he was ready for bed.

He spent most of the night getting high and admiring his girlfriend from afar as she ran around the house like a mad woman showing everyone her necklace. After about an hour or so, he pulled her aside to get high with him, trying to chill her out. Eventually, never leaving each other’s side.

Jess kissed Sam’s head after she rested it on his shoulder. He chuckled, “I'm sure I can come up with something, baby. Don't you worry your pretty little head about a thing,” he told her. A lot of the time, Jess never had a plan. He always thought about everything on-the-spot. It was a blessing and a curse, especially when there were consequences. When Jess told her he loved her, he only said it because that's what he felt. He about shit a brick when she didn't immediately say it back. He would've been so heartbroken if Sam hadn't felt the same way and chose to leave him hanging. Jess loved hearing her say it back, even with the added Jessabelle. A nickname that he despised.

Finishing up the joint, he left it in the ashtray next to him to burn out before hopping into the pool. After swimming around and going under, Jess popped up, shaking his head back and forth a few times before swimming toward his girlfriend. Jess floated in front of her, kicking his legs and moving his arms to stay afloat. “Get your sexy ass in the pool!” He called out before playfully splashing her. “Please,” he begged, pouting, as he swam to her.

Spencer was completely under her spell; he didn't care who saw or who they told. Spencer kept his eyes closed as her kisses trailed to his ear, imagining all the things he wanted to do to her. His eyes darted open when he heard what she'd said however, and he enthusiastically nodded yes when she pulled back to look at him. Spencer had to admit that an unexpected perk to wanting to take things slowly and follow her lead was that it was insanely hot when she took charge.

Especially when she pounced on him at the bottom of the stairs. Spencer was starting to realize that it might be possible that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. His hands roamed all over her body while she got to work on undoing his pants. Groaning when she pressed herself against him, he clutched onto her shirt as he tried to control himself so she could continue to lead. "I'd say I've been a very good boy." he agreed as he followed her like a lovesick puppy toward the pullout, pushing his pants down and discarding them as he did.

Spencer stood in silence and awe as he watched her prepare her hair for what was about to come. He would have loved to see her hair get all wild but figured that could come later; she had her reason for doing it and he wanted her as comfortable as possible. He wanted to make sure she enjoyed and remembered their first time having sex together. When she took her shirt off, Spencer bit his lip and stared at her longingly, his eyes scanning every inch that he could see. There were still a few bits of material blocking his view, but they'd be gone before long. Grabbing his own shirt, he rapidly pulled it over his head and tossed it somewhere. He honestly wasn't paying attention to that, he was too busy staring at Leighton.

Unable to control himself any longer, Spencer leaned into her and whispered with a smirk, "I intend to destroy you." His lips latched onto hers as he strategically lowered her down onto the bed. Using one of his hands to prop himself over her, keeping a little distance between her and his erection, his other hand exploring her soft skin as they feverishly kissed. Spencer's lips eventually kissed their way down her neck to her chest, once he reached her bra though he paused and looked up at her; he was searching for approval, and she caught on. His kisses moved to her stomach while she removed her bra for him.

Once he had her upper half exposed to him, he grinned in excitement at her before using his tongue to play with one of her nipples while he unbuttoned her shorts. Kneeling on the floor near the bed, he leaned back and helped her remove them. Taking one of her ankles in his hand, he placed it over his shoulder as his kisses worked their way up her leg this time.

Leighton stared into Spencer’s eyes as he laid her down on the bed and got on top. She clutched the sheets in her hands next to her while his lips explored her body until he stopped. Leighton looked at him and nodded before sitting up slightly. She quickly reached behind her, not wanting to disturb what he was doing, and unclasped her bra. She laid back after tossing it over the edge of the bed. “Mmm,” Leighton bit her bottom lip and giggled from the sensation Spencer had caused by licking her nipple

She propped herself up on her elbows to watch him. It was hard to take her eyes off him as he kneeled in front of the bed, taking off her bottoms. She was hanging on to his every movement, wondering how it would feel when he was finally inside her. Leighton had no expectations, but she didn’t want to let Spencer down. Once he reachedq her inner thigh, he started removing her underwear. They quickly got lost on the floor with the rest of their clothes. She softly gasped as Spencer penetrated her with two fingers. Leighton's mouth hung open, focusing on a spot on the ceiling while he moved his fingers in and out of her. For a moment, she felt paralyzed as bursts of sensations moved through her body, causing chills and goosebumps.

When the feelings became overwhelminging, Leighton’s lips found his once again. Without breaking their kiss, she strategically got on her knees in front of him. Her hands moved around him, resting on his back as she pushed her bare chest against his. Finally pulling back, she took Spencer’s hand and placed the two fingers he used in her mouth. Intentionally not breaking eye contact as she sucked on them before pulling them out. Tonight she wanted to show Spencer why he didn't need anyone else but her now. “Take off your boxers,” she instructed, licking her lips.

Once they were off, she laid back against the pillows, pulling Spencer with her. As he settled between her legs, Leighton could feel his erection brushing against her, causing her to become more excited. She kissed him deeply, pushing her hands into his hair and clutching onto a handful. “I want you to destroy me,” she said, using his words, and smirked.

"Oh, I'm not worried. I know you will," Sam replied confidently. She had seen videos about people who lived years' worth of lives in their dreams then they woke up and it was all gone. Some days she wondered if that was going to happen to her, she was going to wake up, find out Jess was still just her surf/fuck buddy and she'd dreamt up this whole perfect relationship. Sam tried not to think about that too much though because it really bummed her out.

Sam waved goodbye to some friends across the way as Jess entered the pool. Looking around, she tried to figure out where Leighton and Spencer had disappeared to, it's not like they'd be hard to miss with next to no one left at the party. Before she even had a chance to guess, Jess was demanding her to get into the pool with him. "Uhhhh... That's gonna be a no from me... but you have fun." Sam gave him a silly wink with finger guns but when he pleaded, she couldn't resist. "Don't look at me like that... Stop... Ugh fine. I need to take this off first, I don't want the chlorine messing it up or something." Sam told him, holding up her necklace for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

Stripping his shirt off of herself, she set it on the ground next to her so that she would have a place to set the necklace down. It was her most prized possession in this moment, she was going to take special care of it. Sliding off the edge and down into the pool, she dipped under the water just enough to get her hair wet before emerging next to him. "Happy now?" Sam asked, finally splashing him back. "So you wanna play mermaids now or what?" She joked as she moved in close enough to give him a quick peck.

Then Sam swiftly placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed down as hard as she could. Once she'd gotten him under the water, she swam in the opposite direction toward the shallow end, knowing full well she was going to be getting payback for that. Sam didn't get far before Jess had caught up to her however.

Spencer was in heaven right now. He was finally getting the chance to do all the things to her that he'd been dreaming about. When his kisses reached her underwear, he playfully bit the top of them and tugged before finally using his hands to glide them off of her. Propping himself over her with one of his hands, his other hand moved between her legs. She was so wet and ready that he had no problem entering with two fingers. Once he'd gotten a steady rhythm going with his fingers, he watched her to make sure she was enjoying it.

He about lost his mind when she began sucking on his fingers seductively and told him to take his boxers. Doing as he was told, he stripped them off and followed her back onto the bed. Once he'd settled into a position, he was happy with, she kissed him and told him exactly what he wanted to hear. Licking his lips and smiling down at her, Spencer kissed her again as one of his hands worked it's way down to his penis. Using the tip he spread her lips before moving it down to her entrance.

Spencer's kisses were soft as he focused on not shoving himself all the way in just yet; he wanted to really take his time and enjoy the first time he entered her. Once his hand was done guiding, it worked its way up the bed to find Leighton's hand and locked her fingers with his own as he slowly slid himself inside of her. He'd already had a sample with his fingers but she felt even more amazing as her walls wrapped around his shaft. Keeping an eye on for any signs of discomfort from her as he continued until he was fully inside of her.

Satisfied with feeling her fully, he began thrusting in and out of her, gradually increasing his speed as he did. Their breathing got heavy and it didn't take long for them to be exchanging moans with their kisses. He let go over hand and stopped kissing her so he could prop himself on his forearm to get better leverage as he continued thrusting. Occasionally adding in a little extra force behind his thrusts when he really wanted to hear her.