Montgomery Residence
 

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Sam hadn't actually intended to go that crazy on Hailie but she'd also expected someone to pull her off faster. And she certainly hadn't expected that someone to be Leighton. "Someone had to put her in her place for once." she told Jess as he cleaned up the last of the wounds that she'd gotten on her arms from fake nails scratching her during the brawl. She knew that he was more worried about the possible consequences of her actions than anything but in this moment, Sam really didn't care about what might happen to her. At least now, maybe Hailie would be too afraid to torment her anymore.

"And no more lecturing me, please? I know it was wrong, I know that I shouldn't have, I'm going to talk to my therapist first thing next session about my short fuse but, like, aren't you even the tiniest bit proud of me? Come on! I kicked her butt! And... if she presses charges, I'll deal with it when it happens. Until then, can we please please please enjoy the rest of our night? I don't want her ruining our first night as official girlfriend and boyfriend." She pouted and gave him puppy dog eyes as he finished putting the last band-aid on and finally caved to her.

"Thank you! Now you can have your cigarette." Sam gave him a quick kiss before leading him out of the bathroom. "We'll be right back. Again." she told their friends as they passed through the living room where Leighton and Spencer were. "Love you!" she directed straight at Leighton. "Make smart choices, you two. Smarter than mine." She joked with a wink before slinking out the door.

“And that someone had to be you?” he rolled his eyes, trying to clean her up to the best of his ability. He had sobered up a lot due to the events that had transpired, but he still had a decent buzz. It could have been worse than what it was. Sam only had two busted knees and cuts on her arms and legs. He couldn't say the same for Hailie. “Looks like you're not giving me head on your knees anytime soon, huh?” Jess mumbled, keeping a straight face while placing a bandaid on one of her knees. He was only trying to lighten the mood. He hadn't been the most pleasant on the car ride back to his house.

“I wasn’t lecturing you.” He had been, though, but only because Jess was still trying to get his brain to process everything that had happened. He continued to bandage her up and clean her open cuts as she rambled. “Of course, I’m proud of you,” he said, kneeling in front of her. “But that doesn’t change the fact I’m worried for you. I guess it’s a good thing we know a lawyer, huh?” Jess joked, looking up at her, referring to Spencer’s mom. “Everything will work out in the end,” he said more for himself than for her. His girlfriend was right, though. Jess didn’t want to let Hailie ruin their first night as an exclusive couple. It was what she wanted to happen. “No more talking about the witch,” he agreed.

“Of course, baby. Anything for you,” he responded, kissing her back softly. “I gotchu, no matter what.” Jess could never stay mad at Sam. It wasn’t in his DNA. “No more fights, though. With anyone,” he warned, getting up and following behind her. As they passed through the living room to get to the back patio, Jess didn’t say anything. Instead, he just gave the middle finger to his best friend and smiled before disappearing out the open sliding glass door.

Once out on the patio, Jess made sure the door was closed behind them, not wanting to let smoke into the house. His parents were chill with his smoking habits as long as he stayed outside. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes and a half-smoked blunt he had forgotten he had. “Ayeeee.” He sat at the outside table, immediately pulling Sam into his lap. “Here, you can light that,” he said, using his right hand to do everything as his left arm securely wrapped around her waist.

After his first deep inhale of nicotine, Jess felt his whole body relax. He let his head fall back, blowing the smoke into the air, respectfully not wanting it blowing around Sam’s face. Once he took a few more puffs, he butted out the cigarette and took the blunt from his girlfriend. “I know, like, we didn’t talk about us dating or anything before tonight, but I think it makes sense, you know? And you make me happy,” He said before taking a few minor drags off the blunt, trying to prevent himself from coughing. His throat was sore from all the screaming, and he didn’t want to irritate it any further if he could help it.

Jess casually glanced back into the house, and to his surprise, he saw Leighton and Spencer kissing. He used his free hand to rub his eyes, thinking he just imagined things. However, that wasn’t the case. “Ahhh… um, when the fuck did that happen?”

Despite the disastrous events from tonight’s bonfire, Leighton wasn’t complaining. After months of tiptoeing around each other, she and Spencer were no longer at a standstill. Limbo, maybe, but at a standstill, no. Yeah, he still hadn't verbally come out and admitted he had feelings for her, but he kissed her back and held her hand the whole car ride back to Jess’. That had to mean something. Right?

The two sat on the couch next to each while Jess tended to Sam’s wounds in the downstairs bathroom. Leighton and Spencer occasionally laughed, listening to their banter back and forth. Jess was the only guy Leighton had seen be able to tame her best friend. It was no secret that Sam was a handful and a half. Leighton was initially pissed about the fight, but it was funnier now that it was over. Leighton just hoped Sam wasn’t going to get in trouble.

Leighton slumped down and rested her head on Spencer’s shoulder, occasionally looking up at him to see if he noticed. He'd been focusing on the tv. She couldn’t explain the chokehold that Spencer had on her. It was as if all her standards and morals went out the window when it came to him. All she wanted was him. When he finally caught her looking, her heart dropped. All she could think about was his lips and how much she wanted to kiss him again. Their moment was quickly interrupted by their two friends. She frowned and sat up, slightly annoyed, “Okay, Sam. I got it, Sam,” Leighton was saying anything to get her friend to stop talking and get them on their way.

Leighton was turning to look back at him when Spencer abruptly kissed her. It initially startled her because it was unexpected, but when she realized what was happening, Leighton immediately kissed him back. She had plenty of dreams like this involving Spencer, but never in her wildest dreams did Leighton think it’d become a reality. As their kisses deepened, Leighton tried to remember that they were in someone’s living room, and anyone could walk in on them.

Spencer was probably one of the only ones not worried about Sam's fight. Yes, he was incredibly ripped but he also knew that his mom would help her if he asked and the worst that Sam would probably get is community service. He was more focused on Leighton, trying to decide what his next move was or if he should even make a move at all. The kiss had been amazing but was he truly ready to be a one woman man? He didn't know yet and with the chaos of the night, he hadn't had much time to ponder it over.

So as they sat and watched television, he tried to figure out what he wanted. 'It would be pretty rad to get to kiss her more and do other stuff too but like that comes at a price, but fuck does she smell amazing. And like she's one of few girls that isn't annoying when we're not making out.' Her leaning on him caused his teenage brain to turn to more inappropriate thoughts but he remained calm and kept staring forward. Actually focusing on the screen this time, he remembered they'd been watching a nature documentary. Sam had put it on to show Jess how fighting was just a way of life or some bs like that before he'd calmed her enough to get her cleaned up.

Finally looking down at Leighton, Spencer found that she was already looking up at him. His eyes didn't leave her when their friends passed by, he gave them a two figure salute then waited for Leighton to bring her attention back to him. Once she did, Spencer wasted no time pulling her in for another kiss. He wanted another taste and make sure that it hadn't just been a one time thing before he fully committed to the idea of being a one woman kind of guy.

Spencer deepened the kiss once he was certain that she was into it. He didn't care of their friends saw, they were probably busy doing the same thing, if not more. One of his hands worked it's way into her hair, on the back of her head, as he tried his best not to get too handsy. He wasn't trying to get ahead of himself; she was better than the girls he was used to and she deserved better treatment. There would be a time for him to explore her body and that time was not yet.

Reluctantly withdrawing from the kiss, he trailed a few kisses up and down her jawline before pulling back enough to look at her. "I didn't want to stop... but I need you to hear this first. You are an amazing kisser. And gorgeous and funny and smart as hell." he started, his fingers making their way out of her hair so that he could push his hair back and out of the way. "What I'm trying to say is you deserve the full princess treatment... You want to go to the valentine's dance with me?" It certainly wasn't some grand gesture on the back of a truck but he was hoping she'd realize what he meant by asking her to some stupid dance that he didn't even care about.

"Yes, that someone absolutely had to be me." Sam groaned, annoyed that he would even ask that. No one else seemed to be volunteering to do it and every good main character needed an arch nemesis, and in Sam's world, she was absolutely the main character. Her hands landed on her hips and she glared down at him after the blowjob comment, pretending to be offended. "Nope. None of those for you for a whiiiiileee." She lied. The way he had been taking care of her tonight had earned him multiple. "But I think I'll still keep you around Nurse Jess." she teased with a wink. "No more fights. Promise. These fists of fury are only going to used for defense from now on."

Sam's eyes lit up when he pulled out the roach; suddenly this smoke break became a lot more fun for her. Cigarettes had never really called to her but she loved the extra alone time with Jess. Even in all the excitement she'd noticed how cozy and close their friends had been with each other since the bonfire, surely they wouldn't mind the alone time either. Most of the adrenaline had worn off and the weed was making relax some, Sam finally felt like she could actually rest and enjoy her night.

"Awww, you make me happy too, Jessabelle." It was a ridiculous nickname she had given him long ago but she loved it because it was something only for her to use. "Yeah, we never really talked about it but like we practically already were a couple, just with a different label. Labels are lame but like, I must admit, while you've only been my boyfriend for a couple hours now, and you're sort of my only real boyfriend. Eric didn't count. It was sixth grade and lasted like two days but you!? You are definitely the best boyfriend."

Sam took the blunt back and was in the middle of inhaling when her eyes scanned to see what he was talking about. Her eyes widened and she first pumped the air before pulling the blunt from her lips. "I... I... I don't know but let them have their privacy." Grasping his chin in her fingers, she carefully tugged his face to look at her. "Eyes over here buddy. Remember? I'm lethal." She held up her fists and chuckled before hitting the blunt once more and handing it back. Sam knew that she wasn't actually intimidating, she was far too tiny for that. Her win against Hailie had been purely circumstantial: a mixture of pent-up rage and crazy and an opponent who spent her free time having spa days or laying around on the beach.

Everything Leighton was currently feeling was beyond anything she had ever experienced before. She had only kissed one other person. So, Leighton chose to play it safe and follow Spencer’s lead. His kisses were gentle and passionate, and with every brush of his tongue against hers, she found herself wanting more.

“How are you even real?” Leighton stared back at Spencer, completely memorized by everything he did and said. He’d just given her the best kiss she’d ever received, and now he was showering her with compliments and asking her to the Valentine's Day dance. “I mean, yeah. Yes, of course. I’d love to go with you,” she replied, nodding and smiling. Leighton may have seemed calm on the outside, but she was panicking on the inside. Spencer had more experience than she ever would. Now, he was giving her a chance, and Leighton didn't want to let him down. Back home, boys like Spencer didn't give Leighton a second glance and only talked to her when it benefited them.

Leighton cleared her throat, shifting in her seat nervously because she didn't know how this conversation would end, but she felt it needed to be said. “I’m not going to get my hopes up... no, that sounds bad. What I mean is, there's no pressure from me to be anything.” Spencer asking her to the dance was a big deal, and she didn't want him to get caught up in his thoughts and change his mind.

Since Spencer promised her royal treatment, Leighton thought it was only fair that she bent a few of her rules, too. Leighton leaned forward, stopping millimeters from his mouth. “I have a secret,” she started and licked her lips. “If you play your cards right, I might not let you end up with blue balls,” Leighton smirked and pulled back, resting against the pillows. When another strand of Spencer’s fell, she reached out and carefully pushed it back, smiling at him. It was something she had always wanted to do.

Jess groaned, hearing his awful nickname, “Alright, Samara.” He shot back, rolling his eyes. “Why Jessabelle? Like why?” Jess was only getting feisty because he was getting sleepy.

“Labels are lame?” Jess pretended to be offended. “Fine. If labels are so lame, I revoke our boyfriend and girlfriend label.” He sat back, playfully crossing his arms over his chest, “You’re now just my fuck buddy again,” his head tilted back and forth while giving her a dramatic attitude. He took a few more hits off the blunt. “I better be your best boyfriend,” he said, holding his breath to keep the smoke in his lungs longer. “I cleaned all your wounds and bandaged them up. I don’t do that for just anyone,” he said, once exhaling. Jess could tell he was pushing Sam’s buttons, so he decided to tone it down a little. “Okay, okay, I’m done. I promise.” Jess said, holding up his arm to deflect her slaps. “Ow! That hurt,” he whined, frowning. “You’re so mean,” he said with a pout.

Jess shifted around in his seat, trying to get comfortable. Once he got situated, he pulled Sam back, so she was leaning back against his chest. “I’m starting to fade, baby,” he admitted, yawning. Slightly disappointed that they couldn’t go back into the house yet. “Are we going to have to stay out here forever while those two get to make out on my comfy couch?”

Jess wrapped his arms around Sam’s torso, securing her in place. “Are you spending the night or going home?” He asked, the side of his head resting against hers. Jess wouldn’t mind having her stay. “Spence and Leighton could sleep in the basement. The pullout should be big enough.” Jess’ basement wasn’t a dingy one. His family had recently renovated it. There was a full-size kitchen, a half bath, and a new flat screen hanging on the wall.

Spencer smirked as Leighton swooned over him. He'd never had any troubles getting girls, that was obvious. It'd almost become predictable and boring for him, however. He'd say sweet things, the girl would fall all over herself, and then usually put out in one way or another. As silly as it was, Spencer didn't want that with Leighton; he didn't want to treat her just like one of his numerous other conquests. He'd been acting like a tool for these past couple of months and he needed to make it up to her, she needed to be taken care of before he got his. Plus, he found it harder to be his normal playboy self around her, probably because he actually cared for her unlike the other girls.

Chuckling and shaking his head, Spencer adjusted slightly and rested his arm on the couch behind her. He hadn't expected asking her to make him as nervous as it had but when she said yes, he felt like he could relax again. "Yes, no pressure is good but I'm going to be better. I mean it. No more acting like an idiot... slutting my way around the school, none of it. I'm real and I'm yours." Spencer would be lying if he said he wasn't a little worried that he might slip up somehow, but he should at least give it a try. For Leighton's sake. If it didn't work out, then he could go back to his monogamy hating ways with more validity for despising it. He hoped that didn't happen though because he wasn't ready to lose her.

Spencer was already having a hard enough time showing restraint without Leighton confessing her little secret and playing with his hair. Shocked by everything, Spencer froze up for a moment. "Uh... are we sure that you are even real?" he joked, finally regaining his composure. "As amazing as that sounds, and it does sound amazing, I don't want you feeling pressured into that too soon, okay?" Spencer had no clue what mysteries her history held - it didn't feel like his place to ask - but rushing things didn't seem like the best idea given their own history.

Wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her in closer, he kissed the side of her head and glanced at the tv just in time to see a lion attack a gazelle. "Fuck yeah! Sorry. That was sick. But, uh, yeah... What was I saying?"

"Ew! My government name? Really? Really?" Sam squinted her eyes and glared at him for a moment before returning to smiling smugly at him. "Jessabelle, because it's lame enough that I don't have to worry about anyone else trying to call you it. It's strictly mine."

"And yeah, labels are lame. But like everything is lame. Even the things I don't think are lame, are lame. I like to keep people confused, it's a great defense mechanism." She explained. Sam genuinely looking sad as she thought about how much it would suck if he was being serious. She knew that he was only joking but now that she had the official labels, she didn't want to lose them. "You take that back right now!" she exclaimed, playfully swatting at him.

Sam honestly loved the way that they could go back and forth like this. She didn't feel like she had to tone herself down, she could just be herself and he still liked her. "Fine. Truce." Moving her hair out of the way as he pulled her in closer. She wiggled a little until she got comfortable in the new position, holding onto his arms once he wrapped them around her, and she stared at the night sky. "I dunno, I can't see them but we gotta let them have their moment."

"I wish, but we can't. I told my mom that we'd be back by one at the latest. So... we probably should get going soon. Also maybe not the best idea to have those two," Sam threw her thumb up in the direction of their friends. "sleeping together. They might be kissing and making up now but he still needs to show her she's his one and only. That's what she wants and he better give it to her before he tries giving anything else to her. Come on, let's break them up and get going." Sam patted his arms til he released her and she stood up. Turning to him she offered him a hand up and they headed back inside.

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.

Leighton wanted tonight to be unforgettable for Spencer and was willing to do things she usually wouldn't feel comfortable doing with someone.

She used one elbow to prop herself up while her other hand found its way to the back of his neck as he continued moving in and out of her. Once he sped up and went deeper, her moans and whines became more frequent, digging her fingertips into his neck. She knew Spencer was well-endowed, but she hadn’t expected him to be as big as he was. Regardless, she fit him like a glove. When Spencer started to slow his pace, her hand from his neck moved to the side of his face. Her thumb moved across his bottom lip as the two gazed into each other eyes. They did that a lot. “Wanna try something different?” She asked before finally breaking their gaze to close her eyes and kiss him.

Spencer agreed and got off her. Leighton got on her knees and began rearranging the pillows as she wanted. “Sit up. Don’t lay,” she instructed once she finished. After Spencer got situated, Leighton placed her hands on his shoulders, lifting one of her legs over his. She moved one hand between them to hold his penis as she lowered herself onto it. As she began to roll her hips back and forth slowly, her kisses were just as gentle. Tonight just wasn’t sex for Leighton. It meant something to her, and she hoped Spencer felt the same.

As she began getting a feel for her rhythm, she moved one of her hands to the side of his face, securing his head as she deepened their kiss. His penis started to go deeper inside her as she opened her legs wider. She moaned against his lips after accidentally letting him go too deep. Leighton slightly arched her back before moving up and down on his penis, using him as support.

Jess understood why she wanted to take off her necklace, but he didn’t see the big deal. “But that’s why I got you the warranty!” He argued. “You can also take that sucker in, and they’ll clean it for it,” he informed her. Jess was proud of himself.

He watched her strip off her clothing items and the necklace from the water, becoming annoyed she was taking so long. The feeling soon faded once she got into the pool. He eagerly nodded with a cheeky smile. Jess dramatically gasped when Sam splashed him. “Mermaids?” He questioned and returned her kiss. “The fuck is that?” It took him a moment before realizing she was only joking. He started to laugh at himself. “Oh, damn. I’m sorry, I’m fucked up,” he admitted, rubbing one of his hands over his face a few times.

After Sam let go of his shoulders, he quickly shot up, gasping for air, but didn’t miss a beat. He followed Sam into the shallow end; when she was at arm's length, he wrapped them around her and pulled her back. He pinned Sam playfully against the wall, “That was mean,” he declared, still trying to catch his breath. He shook his head several times and ran his hand through his hair. Jess was in desperate need of a haircut. It’s why he was always wearing a hat.

Hearing the last few stragglers from the party start to come outside, he immediately turned his attention toward them. Pulling away from Sam, he stood. “Nah. The pool is closed, and the party is over. I don’t care where the fuck you go. You just gotta get the fuck out of here.” He chose to kick everyone out because Jess was ready to be alone with Sam, and he didn’t want to worry about what was going on in his house when he wasn’t around. “Bruh! Lock the door behind you!” He called out and turned his attention back to his girlfriend.

Jess propped his hand on the poolside next to Sam’s head as he moved his other hand to rest on her hip under the water. “You wanna get in the hot tub? We can relax and chill out a bit before bed.” Jess suggested. Placing his pointer and middle underneath Sam’s chin, he tilted her head back before leaning down and kissing her. “I love you,” he spoke softly, smiling against her mouth. He loved he could say that whenever he wanted now.

Spencer was glad when she suggested they try something different. It was starting to feel like he didn't know how much longer he was going to last. He didn't want her thinking that he couldn't last long or anything. It just felt like this moment had been building up for months now and he was ready for release. Happily positioning himself where she wanted, his hands resting on her hips once she had positioned herself over him, he realized he liked this view even better than the one they'd just been in.

Letting out a low moan as she lowered herself onto him and began riding his cock, Spencer's fingers pressed into her skin as he matched her rhythm. He was back to letting her take reins and he was enjoying the ride. One of his hands worked its way to her breast and held on, his thumb occasionally flicking over her nipple when he could bring himself to focus enough. His other hand moved to her lower back to help support her as she began moving up and down, while somehow managing to keep a bit of a back-and-forth motion going. It was something he'd never experienced with any other girl, and it felt incredible.

This went on for a little while before he stopped kissing her lips and moved his kisses to her jawline and neck, as her hand that had been on his face gripped onto his hair. Continuing to support her with one hand as she arched back even more, when he moved his kisses down to her collarbones, Spencer's other hand left her breast and returned to her hip. Leaning back once she was positioned to give him a better view while she rode him, Spencer was only able to watch her, and her amazing tits, bounce for a short while before his eyes were rolling into the back of his head in ecstasy.

The pressure was building as their panting and moaning filled the room until finally he heard her let out some new noises that he hadn't yet heard tonight. Spencer pulled her in close again, burying his face into the base of her neck as he reached his climax not long after her. Staying in that position for a few moments before finally pulling back, Spencer smiled at her before placing a bunch of soft kisses on her lips. "That was... amazing." Was that the smoothest thing he could've said in this moment? Probably not, but Spencer was having a hard time focusing. "Wait... You are amazing."

"I'm not risking it." she dismissed his logic altogether.

Sam giggled as Jess grabbed onto her and pinned her to the wall so she couldn't get away again. "Oh, did you think we were playing Disney mermaids? Oh no... I'm much more into realistic mermaids, and they're mean." she teased. Water droplets began to hit her in the face as he shook his head but before she had time to complain, they were interrupted. Patiently waiting and watching as Jess asserted his dominance and told them all to leave, Sam perked up when he brought his attention back to her. She was insanely smitten with him, and the intoxicants in her system were making it harder to mask that.

Seeing as she hadn't wanted to really get in the pool anyway, she was glad when he'd suggested that they move to the hot tub instead. Sam didn't care what kind of statistics that Spencer had about how few high school relationships actually make it for the long haul, she was convinced that she and Jess were going to fall into that small percentage. "I love you too," Sam whispered back into his lips before giving him a kiss and grabbing one of his hands. "Come on, baby, let's go relax."

Leading him to the stairs, she finally let go of his hand as they climbed out of the pool and headed over to the hot tub. Hating the feeling of her wet denim on her skin, Sam stripped off her shorts before climbing in and sitting down next to him. Placing her legs across his lap as he wrapped one of his arms around her, she cuddled in close to him and rested her hand on his chest over his heart. They sat there in silence for a short while, enjoying the peace and quiet now that all the night's festivities were over.

Sam shifted her head so she could look up at him. His eyes were closed, and she wondered if he'd fallen asleep but a noise in the distance caused him to open his eyes. "You are so handsome, baby. You know that right?" she complimented him. "And I mean, like really really handsome. Like hotter than Thor handsome." It was just them now, they could be as cheesy with each other as they liked without having to worry about anyone hearing and mocking them. "So tell me, what was your favorite part about tonight?"

“And you’re just as amazing, baby,” Leighton gushed back, resting her forehead against Spencer’s. It was only a few seconds later that she realized what she had said. They hadn’t used nicknames for each other before, and for some reason, she immediately got worried that Spencer would be turned off or get mad. “Sorry, I… I didn’t mean to.” Even after all that, Leighton was still scared of doing something that would make Spencer change his mind about her. As stupid as it was.

Leighton moved off of him and got out of bed. She went around the room, collecting her clothes. Leighton hadn’t expected Spencer to pull her back into bed, spooning her from behind, happily accepting his embrace. “We gotta go,” she laughed, turning to face him in his arms. “Everyone’s probably wondering where we are,” Leighton added. “We can cuddle tonight when we go to bed. If you want?” She placed her hand on the top of his forearm, moving her fingertips over his skin. She was playing it cool, but Leighton couldn’t stop obsessing about how tonight could impact the rest of their premature relationship. Leighton just hoped she hadn’t given up sex too quickly.

After lying in each other arms, they finally chose to detangle from one another. Leighton excused herself to the bathroom to clean herself up before putting her clothes back on, but her bra, while Spencer went around looking for his clothes. Once they thought they were presentable enough, they rejoined everyone upstairs. However, all the rooms were empty. Peering out the kitchen window, Leighton saw Sam and Jess in the hot tub. “Looks like we missed how it ended.” Had they been gone that long?

“Hey,” Leighton greeted their friends with a wave while Spencer held her other hand in his. As she tried to drop his hand, Spencer refused and didn’t let go. She laughed, “You must let go so I can get up here.” Maybe she didn’t have to worry about Spencer changing his mind. Being she didn’t have a bathing suit, Leighton sat on the top of the hot tub, only putting her feet in.

Leighton calling him baby definitely caught him off guard but he honestly didn't mind it. Maybe it was because he'd just filled her up with his cum but he was feeling lots of strong, loving feelings for her. Spencer found himself even more caught off guard when she quickly began backtracking and then frantically gathering up her clothes. The way he saw it, they weren't done here. If she were some random girl, he'd happily just let her go back to the party like nothing had just happened, but she wasn't just some random girl, and he wanted to make sure that she didn't feel like she was either. She was special. She meant more to him.

"Let them wonder." Spencer didn't give a fuck about the people upstairs right now. He wanted to lay here, hold her, and give her proper aftercare. "Yes. I want that very much. I'm still going to cuddle you now though." Spencer's playboy ways may have been gone but he was still very stubborn.

To be honest, Spencer was pretty stoked when they didn't find anyone upstairs. If anyone had caught onto what they'd been doing, at least they weren't here now to confront them about it. Spencer gave Jess and Sam a nod when they made it to the hot tub but he didn't say anything; he was too busy trying not to stare at Leighton. He was analyzing her but not in a negative way. or anything. The feelings he was having for her in this moment were foreign to him however and he couldn't figure out how she'd done it. He'd slept with many girls but never had one left him questioning everything he thought he was so very much against. Spencer wanted Leighton, he wanted only Leighton.

Wishing he hadn't even bothered putting clothes back on, Spencer stripped down to his boxers after she let go of his hand and he climbed into hot water. Squeezing himself between Leighton's legs, Spencer closed his eyes and leaned his head back into her as she played with his hair.

Jess wrapped his arm around Sam and rested his cheek against the top of her head after she cuddled up to him. He needed to find some energy soon. She had been expecting to get laid, and he didn’t want to let his girlfriend down. Jess rested his other hand on her outer thigh, enjoying the quiet. He had started to fall asleep, but a noise in the distance brought him out of it for the time being.

He lifted his head and looked down at her as she complimented him. He chuckled, squeezing her thigh, “Thank you, baby.” Jess enjoyed this side of Sam, and he liked that he was the reason. “Thor, huh? I don’t know about that one, baby. Chris Hemsworth is a pretty good-lookin’ dude.” Unlike some men, Jess was secure enough with his sexuality to say if he thought a guy was attractive.

“Favorite part of the night?” He repeated, mainly to make sure he comprehended her question. “My favorite part of the night would be when you said you loved me back,” he admitted. “I mean, I don’t think anything will top that for a while. How about you?” Jess had kept the surprises coming tonight, so Sam had a few selections.

Jess heard Leighton’s voice, causing him to look in their direction. “Brooo! What the fuck?!” Jess perked up seeing Spencer. He raised an eyebrow, watching Leighton and Spencer interact. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something seemed to have shifted for the pair, and he could feel it. “Where’d you two disappear off to?” Jess asked suspiciously, realizing he hadn’t seen either of them the whole night.

As much as Sam was ready to crawl into bed, she too full of excitement from the events of tonight. Her body was definitely ready, but her mind would not shut off as she replayed the events of the nights over and over. "Nope, you're more attractive. Can't change my mind."

"Ooooo, great answer! Do I have to pick just one?" Sam paused briefly, "I don't know if I can pick just one. The whole night has been so awesome but... not to copy you or anything, but hearing you say that for the first time was pretty fucking spectacular."

Before she had a chance to talk his ear off some more about how special Jess had made the night, Leighton and Spencer made an appearance. Waving them over excitedly, Sam kept her legs across his lap but turned her upper body slightly to face them better.

Sam watched their friends suspiciously as they acted all extra lovey dovey, before looking to Jess to see if he was having about the same reaction as her. Suddenly, it clicked. The disappearing act, their hair, the obsessive hand holding, and the cutesy way they were interacting. "Oh. My God! No way!" Sam glanced at Jess again to see if he'd caught up yet but it didn't look like it. Turning her eyes to look at Leighton in particular. "You two totally had sex!"

Leighton gazed down gleefully as Spencer sat between her legs and rested back against her. She started to comb her fingers through his hair, not realizing their friends were still watching them. She didn't look up until Sam began to accuse them of sleeping together. "What?" Leighton tried to play it off. "We were just downstairs playing Super Smash Bros," she added, looking down at Spencer for support because she wasn't trying to put their business out there if he didn't want it to be.

She knew Sam didn't mean anything by it, but Leighton was annoyed by how abruptly Sam threw her and Spencer's business out there, even if it was only them four. Leighton felt like Sam could've waited until they were alone. She had already planned to tell her anyway. Without answering, Leighton looked down and began playing with his hair again, trying not to look visibly aggravated. Leighton had no business talking to people about expressing their feelings and not keeping emotions bottled inside. She was the biggest culprit of all. Violet and Leighton weren't great at always expressing their feelings towards each other and others. It often ended up in screaming matches, with Violet coming back an hour later, trying to coax Leighton out of her room to do something fun as if nothing had just happened.

Leighton contemplated whether or not to run off into the house, but she didn't think it was necessary to be that dramatic. It wasn't a big deal, but she was more irritable than usual, and it hit an unnecessary nerve. Spencer tilted his head back until it rested in her hands. They stared at each other for a few seconds before lifting their heads to look at their friends. Sometimes Spencer and Leighton didn't have to say anything at all. They were on the same page and knew what the other was thinking. "Fine," dramatically sounding defeated, hoping to lighten the mood again. "Yes, Sam, we slept together," she finally answered and smiled. "I just wanted to keep it to ourselves for a bit, that's all," she explained, resting her underjaw against the top of Spencer's head. "I was planning on telling you tomorrow."

Sam's eyes narrowed as she watched her friend try to say that they had been playing video games. She wasn't buying it; she liked to think that she knew her friends pretty well and Sam could feel the mood change instantly. Sam hadn't meant to offend her or anything, she'd simply been excited and forgot to think before she blurted it out. Hell, she'd sent a text to Leighton to tell her about having sex with Jess for the first time only a few minutes after it had gone down. To her, it didn't feel like a big deal.

Sitting there awkwardly for a few moments, trying to figure out what exactly she had done wrong, she finally broke her silence. "I don't know if I believe that, but okay, whatever. You were playing Smash Bros." Sam rolled her eyes and turned back to cuddle into Jess again. It wasn't her business to share but she felt a little hurt her friend wasn't as excited to tell her about it. Sam also didn't have any actual proof other than a strong hunch.

That strong hunch was soon confirmed however when Leighton finally admitted to what they had done. Even with the valid reasoning, it was a little too late for that for her. Was Sam being a bit of a brat? Probably, but she didn't care. She may have had a big mouth but her friend tried lying to her and it bothered her. The flip had already been switched, she was done and needed time to think before apologizing or talking it out.

"I knew it." She stated blandly. "You can tell me about it tomorrow still, if you want. We're going to bed now though." Sam shot Jess a look to tell him that he had no choice in the matter unless he wanted her mad at him as well. Flashing a half smile across the tub at their friends, she told them goodnight before climbing out and dragging Jess behind her into the house.