Blood Loss (re)

#7.5 Plaid Skirt (bonus)

Edge's POV. :)

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It was calming to sit at the park in the dead of night, under the light from the bathrooms. I was reading How To Kill A Mockingbird for the 5th time. It's not my favorite but I like it. It kills time. I don't like too many genres and I really hate romance and supernatural stuff so it's hard to find books I do like.

It's the dead of night so I didn't expect anyone out. Sometimes there's night joggers but not usually this late. I look up to see Cleo in a short skirt showing off both of her thighs and a matching cropped tank top. It was one of those sexy schoolgirl uniform costumes. Her thighs were thick and tainted red, her knees shaking as she walked, her breath ragged. She had a nice waist, no, body... just in general really. "Cleo?" I say aloud, closing my book. I set it aside.

She looks over to me, horrified. She walks my way and stands tall trying to assert some sort of dominance. I couldn't peel my eyes away from her body. I was mesmerized. Her tits were too big for the top, they were pressed up against the fabric tightly, squished. Wind blew and showed off the shorts layer of the skirt. Well were they really shorts, shaped like that? She pulled her skirt down, her cheeks growing redder.

"What are you doing here at the park at night, reading?" She asks, her voice shaky. Her teeth were chattering, I kinda felt bad for enjoying the view. More importantly though, I wanted to know why.

"The same could be said for you, why are you at the park at night in a skimpy outfit?" I ask. She looks down at me, furrowing her brows. She's embarrassed, shaking. She's wiggling her hips though, is she turned on?

"I don't say no to dares." She declares, with a faint smirk pasted on her pretty pink lips. I can see her nipples through her top, hard. I'm guessing from the cold. Her statement was attractive as hell, she was already hot as fuck and her bold personality didn't help. She made me so horny but I didn't really get it. I mean I've know plenty of really hot girls so what made her so special? Was it the look in her eyes? The defiance? The ferocious spirit in her that never backed down to play back?

"Come here," I say, opening my arms out for her. "You look cold" I add. Though really I just wanna hold her in my arms and touch her.

"My friends are here..." she drawls pointing a thumb back "they're just hiding." She says. So what? Would she jump me if they weren't then? I decide to embarrass her a little. I take her hips in my hands. She's freezing but her skin is still silky smooth. I pull her on to me, her body obeys, one leg on either side of me, her crotch pressed against my thigh. The rest of her was freezing but she was warm there. Hot and twitching. She was enjoying the embarrassment... how interesting.

She's shivering so she presses her body against me a little more. I guess I'm pretty warm for sitting outside for so long.

I just realize now though I'm rock hard. My dick pressed against my pants. She's so hot, her breath is hot. I'm losing my shit being so close to her dressed like that. I study her body a little more. She has a belly button piercing. I don't think they're real diamonds but it's pretty. My breathing slows and heaves. I wanna caress her body and hear her moan. But I suppress the urge to do anything further.

She leans down and whispers in my ear; "you have to let go." I obey. I don't want piss her nor her friends off.

She backs up and turns around and signals her friends to come out drawling her words. Is she drunk? It'd explain the outfit. I set my book on my lap to cover my boner.

This is gonna be interesting.

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A/N: I like writing from this perspective. Mostly cuz I'm fruity and ✨women✨ and the rest is pretty much the same story as the original POV. Also I left out some lines cuz my memory sucks but just ignore that yah?