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One girl. Two boys. An impossible choice.
Stella LaFever, a theatre student from California, can't wait to spend a summer in Newport, Rhode Island, with her best friend. She is in despera...
Welcome to another Spencer Bonus Chapter! I wanted to give you a look at Spencer and Stella's life in San Diego, and I hope you enjoy this special moment. xx AJ
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Chapter Song: Under the Influence by Chris Brown
Because amateur skateboarder wasn't a job I could respectably hold during my year with Stella in San Diego, I'd taken an internship position working with an exhibitions curator at a museum. For the last six months, I'd been working on selecting pieces from local artists that were inspired by the ocean and marine life.
The best part of the opportunity was that the curator let me create my own piece to display during the exhibition, which made the entire experience much more exciting.
The evening before the exhibition opened to the general public, a black tie gala was being held to raise money for the museum and celebrate the artists featured in the collection.
I'd tried to convince my parents not to fly out to San Diego for the event, but my mother and father wouldn't take no for an answer. They'd been staying with us for six days, happy to escape the snowy New England winter, and were already driving me insane.
We'd gotten used to living alone, and I'd been happy having Stella all to myself.
"It feels weird doing it while you're parents are sleeping in the spare bedroom," Stella told me again when I pulled her close, my erection straining against her ass. "If they heard us, I'd die of embarrassment."
I let out a frustrated groan. My fingers twisted around the strap of her thong, which I was sure she'd worn to bed just to torture me.
"They won't hear us if you're quiet," I whispered, pressing a kiss against her shoulder.
My girlfriend turned to look at me, her deep blue eyes finding mine, and said, "You know I can't do that. Besides, this bed makes more noise than me."
I groaned again, gripping her hip and holding that beautiful ass of hers against my lap. Grinding against her warmth. I didn't think I'd ever been this hard before, and my cock was aching for her.
Her excuses weren't helping talk me out of this. Stella was loud. It was one of the things I loved most about her. The bed making noise was more my fault than hers.
She made a satisfied little noise before adding, "Spencer, you aren't being fair right now."
"Was I supposed to be?"
It had been six days, and I thought I was going to implode. Stella and I had been together for nearly eight months, and I swore each night was better than the last.
