She pouted at him, though a cheeky look sparkled in her eyes. "The one you seem determined to sulk out of having!" She caught up to him easily and, misjudging her own speed, almost tackled him into the woods. "I could have let you spike the pumpkin juice but then you'd have to share with eeeverybody, and not be in the nice private forest."
"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked as he stumbled into the wood. She'd tried to tackle him like they were playing Quodpot hadn't she? Bloody hell.
"Yeah well, my private party isn't very exciting. Especially since any wood I pop is my problem."
"God! So grumpy!" She squished him tight, partly to regain her balance and partly to stop him huffing off again. "I was kidding, okay? Besides, it's not like it's a problem right now." She moved her hands down into the front of his shorts just to check. "See? Not an issue. Shame really, being so quiet out here and all," she teased.
"Do you see anyone else around?" He rolled his eyes, reaching down to set his warm hand over her's. "Besides, it'll show if I walk about with a stiffy. That'd be embarrassing."
She stood silent for a moment. "Well... I don't know what I'm doing. I won't be any good at it." So let's not go into this thinking it's some great idea, okay? She didn't voice the last part, as, for once, he seemed to be almost instantaneously out of his bad mood and she didn't want to ruin it. "And that might be just as embarrassing."
"It is like a lollipop that you don't bite," he answered her moving them toward a tree before pulling her around in front of him. "But if you don't want to, fine....maybe we can just...."
He hooked a finger on where her custom dipped at her cleavage, tugging it down a little. "We can just fool around, if you want."
She looked at him sidelong. "Firstly, what? If you bite a lollipop, it'll break and get sharp edges and cut the fuck out of your mouth." Mostly, she was just skirting around the topic. Talking about it was just mortifying. She could feel her face burning bright red.
A nervous little smile tipped across the side of her mouth and she licked her lips carefully. "Look, I know you want me to. But, just... don't be mad if I suck, okay?"
"You've never bitten into a tootsie pop? And you call yourself American." Leon smirked a little as he leaned into her. Kissing her softly, he pushed his hips against her's a little.
"You don't have to be an all-star, baby," he whispered, "no one ever said that."
"How many licks does it take to get to the center, not bites," she pointed out in regards to his comment about tootsie pops, and kissed him back softly. Pulling away slightly, she swallowed nervously and kicked a few twigs aside before kneeling down in front of him, sitting back on her heels.
She tried not to look as anxious as she felt, but knew she was failing miserably. He wanted this a lot, and she didn't want to screw it up and ruin it for him.
"Addy...." he said softly, reaching out to brush his fingers over the pop of her head. "Do you really want to?" Though just the thought of her actually doing something for once had him going stiff in a heartbeat. Heh...if her hair wasn't so long, he realized looking down at her, and her bra pushing her breast up...she'd look very much lik---
She looked up at him meekly. "Of course I want to," she said, trying to convince herself of the fact. And well, if she didn't, it was kind of too late now.
She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and tugged his shorts down a little way. And then she was face to face with his erection-- which seemed so much more intimidating from this vantage point, jesus christ-- holding it awkwardly and biting her lip.
Okay. Okay. Don't just stare at it. She inched forward, and poked the tip of her tongue out to gingerly touch him.
He stared down at her as if he was in a state of disbelief. She was really going to do it? Put his cock in her mouth, and go to town? He supposed he should be happy, but he was preoccupied with the 'why did she fucking pick now?'
He curled his fingers in her hair as he swallowed, his other arm going up to brace himself against the tree as her tongue touched him gingerly.
"Use your hand too," he suggested softly, giving her what advice he could.
Good god, is this an exercise in co-ordination? Addy was reminded of the belly-rubbing-head-patting thing no one ever managed to do. Except apparently, this was quite commonly acheived and therefore-- in theory-- relatively easy.
She wrapped her hand around his shaft obediently, she'd done that much before and could handle it again. She sure as hell wasn't going to get the whole thing in her mouth; as it was she was feeling a little oppressed just having the very tip between her lips, her tongue hugging close to his flesh.
She couldn't help but look up at him through her lashes, nervously checking to make sure he wasn't looking at her as if to say 'what the fuck are you supposed to be doing?'
He smiled at her, reassuringly, as he tangled his fingers in her hair a little more. "Yeah, you're doing alright." He said by way of reassuring her, though he wasn't sure if he wanted her to. No. He was pretty sure he wanted a blowjob, so why was he fighting the urge to get her to stand up?
She did find that reassuring, and responded to his favourable reaction by moving forward a little and attempting to take him a little deeper. She was never going to be some kind of blowjob legend, but it's the thought that counts, right?
Abernathy hadn't planned on stumbling around drunk in the woods, but then she didn't plan on spending Halloween sober and the woods were the only "safe" place she could stumble around drunk without fear of being expelled.
She darted from tree to tree looking for people and drinks. The crowd she'd been with weren't really her people. She was hanging on the periphery and sipping out of a flask she bought off one of the older kids. It was filled with some foul tasting vodka, but the burn made her head ache in a way she enjoyed.
She lost the kids in the woods, not paying attention, staring up at the stars. AB always did like astronomy more than most people. Stars were reliable, easily readable. Shame about having to sort through all the damned math to make any sense of it.
She eventually heard some noises nearby and headed directly toward them, stomping headlong toward the tree that Leon was grasped to. At first AB didn't see Adelaide on her knees in front of him, but as soon as her eyesight stopped swimming long enough to understand the picture before her AB gasped.
"Oh shit. Oh fuck. Sorry!" She turned her gaze from the horrifying sight in front of her. She didn't really want to get into a fight with Addy tonight. She was too drunk to defend herself properly.
Leon's head snapped up when he heard AB's voice. His eyes grew wide as he fumbled to push Addy off of him while pulling his shorts up at the same time. He was even blushing, as he turned to the side a little, with a sheepish look on his face.
"Shite, Abby...Fuckin' a." Was all he managed to get out, trying to look as natural as he could.
Adelaide choked a little, and backed off fast. "Oh my god," she whimpered, utterly mortified. It hadn't even registered that it was her archnemesis who had interrupted them, just the fact that they had been interrupted at all-- someone had seen something they most definitely shouldn't have.
Yep, she was going straight to hell.
And then Leon said her name, and Addy could have just died right then and there. Now Abernathy had the perfect ammunition to humiliate her in front of the whole school-- everyone would hear about this probably before the first class on Monday. "Oh... fuck!"
Abby turned her head so the other two could gather up their wits. She was thankful Leon pulled his pants back up. "I'm sorry," she said again and stumbled a few feet away from them. She felt the sudden and distinct urge to vomit, though she wasn't sure if that was seeing her enemy and the school bigot en flagrante or just the sheer amount of liquor she'd consumed.
She bent over and held onto her stomach, one hand over her mouth. It took a lot of effort to steady herself without a tree to lean on. There was next to nothing she could say to erase that picture from her mind or ensure either of them that she wouldn't be blabbing it to the whole school.
She was too horrified to come up with a reasonable response other than to run back through the woods and find some more booze.
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