Kiara Russell. Beautiful- inside and out. Intelligent and passionate. She was alluring to many folks, given her looks and fierce personality, but when it comes to a special somebody, she loses all her charm. Her feet goes limb, her thoughts are non-existent, her sweat-glands are overactive.
Bouncy, attractive curls that frame her face perfectly, slightly spoilt from the concrete dust of the wall she's leaning on. The wall of a building. The wall of their spot. A hang-out spot, just for her and her friends. Away from school, though not too far. Peaceful and nature friendly- with it's picturesque scenery. Behind of that building, is a well-trimmed field, that nobody ever seemed to visit. Not hidden from society- but not noticeable either. Around the field are the suppliers of oxygen- haphazard trees. and balls of cotton that float in the air breathtakingly.
The spot was founded by Alira's cousin- Connor, and ever since, they've used it as a personal get-away from the world- temporarily, that is.
However instead of enjoying mother-natures' setting, instead of walking onto the field, instead of using the spot for comfort, she clings into that wall- deep in thoughts- deep in fantasy.
*Connor, his slim, tall figure. She watches as his hands teases the lengthier version of the wall she's leaning on- the veins traced on his arms making her feel things.
He approaches her, until there's only a few inches separating them. 1 inch, 2 inches, 3 inches, 4 inches, 5 inches, 6 inches, 7 inches away from his lips. His so soft-looking lips that she so desperately wants to devour.
'Baby.'
Baby?
Her head was spinning at this point. The tension evident between the couple as they stare at each other. Never breaking eye contact, never once keeping their eyes off each other, nothing but them in this moment. Just them.
His fingers no longer poke at the wall. They're on her. Tracing the curve of her waist ever-so-slightly. Feathering her arms so gently. Then finally situating themselves at her neck where his thumb caresses her jawline so admiringly.
'What are you doing to me?' The heaviness in his voice only making her more needy.
Seconds pass, and she can not think of an appropriate response. She doesn't reply. She can't find the balls too. She just wants him. Him, him, him. He just wants her too. He grows closer to her face, with time any one of them can do anything to each other at this vulnerable state. Lost in their minds. Lost in lust. Lost in all-things-wrong. Though in this moment, nothing felt wrong for the two, nothing felt wrong for her. She just wanted him.
On her tip-toes, she inches closer to Connor, he does the same by leaning down to her. Their lips craving each other. Them craving each other. Their lips collide in the most heated but loving way at the same time. Kiara's hands wrap around his neck while they release all the tension in this one kiss. This one long-awaited kiss for her.
They start to get more touchy.
Things escalate.
She rips off his black fitted jersey. He yanks off the oversized tee she was wearing- her breasts on full display. Connor kisses her jaw, her neck, her chest, her cleavage. Leaving a trail of tingling sensations all over he body. More. She wanted more. But she doesn't do anything except ravish in this moment.
He picks at the hem of her shorts, slowly dragging them down her toned legs, along with her underwear, leaving a puddle of clothes at her ankles.
Slowly, slowly, slowly drawing nearer to her heat, he spreads her legs with little-to-no effort, exposing her to him. Going in, he greets her clit with tender flicks of the tongue- causing her legs to tremble slightly from the movement. He licks, licks, licks, everything she has to offer. Her damp lips that crave more as time goes by. Not normal lips. Those lips. Sucking on her swollen bud, he uses his thumb to apply pressure on her clitoris, then slipping two fingers inside her opening. Every-so-often-ly- replacing his fingers with his tongue.
Stimulation overload.
Kiara's nerves are experiencing all kinds of feels. Her pussy- all kinds of pleasure. And that's all she needs to form tension in her area. Knots tie in her stomach, her breathing rapidly increases. Connor notices this. He stops giving her the pleasure of her life- that she never, ever experienced. Lifting himself upwards, then sliding down his pants, and his boxers. His cock springs up without a doubt and Kiara looks absolutely dumbfounded. Her neck is being reproached with wet, sloppy kisses while she feels the tip of his penis rubbing against her stomach. Then at her entrance. A gliding motion soothing her sensitive core.
Up, down. Up, down. Up, down. In*
"Kiara!" Her head snaps to the right.
Snapping her out of her fantasy.
"Hey babe." She greets her best friend.
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"..I don't know what else I can do to help, I can't help. Mom doesn't actually hate Rona, of course not because she's her sister, but I do. I hate every one of them. Sometimes I feel like all I can do to make my parents happy is doing my school work. And I'm trying, I really am. But they don't know about anything that happened and I still haven't fully recovered from it. I don't even know how to tell them at this point. Some of the things that happened are still with me, like a snake chasing it's prey and you don't know where else to run." Alira tries to find some peace within expressing her feelings to Kiara.
"I hate them too you know. I hate that your own cousin was like that to you. I hate Dolan for not doing anything about it either. God, don't even get me started on your aunt. Your grandma well, from what you told me I know she's sick yeah, but somehow I feel there's meaning to everything she says. You also said that Rona is the favorite daughter, maybe she used to sabotage the relationship that she had with all of you to make grams like her. I don't know, my theory. But I'm sorry." Kiara watches her with sympathy, watching the built-up tears in her eyes, watches as she fiddles with the grass of the ground while she talks, knowing that's one of her ticks when she's nervous or uncomfortable.
But why was Alira any of those things around Kiara?
They both are always used to each other, never worrying about anything. But one thing with Ki, she knows her best friend. The expression on Alira's face is nothing short of worry. Though, she just brushed it off as her being concerned about her family.
That wasn't the case. Alira came to her best friend to find comfort, hoping that she would distract her from the consuming thoughts swerving in her head. Fuck, she distracted her alright, but not in the way she had imagined.
The only thing distracting Alira was the top Kiara had on.
Her cousin's jersey.
Connor's jersey.
She'd be stupid to ignore that because she knows that's his favorite shirt. The solid dark blue hue with a skull printed on it. She was certain that's his. He loves blue, he loves skulls and everything to do with death.
Her fingers picked at the grass that they're sitting on. Alira steals continuous glances at the jersey and Kiara's face. She was with her, but not entirely. She was talking, but her mind elsewhere.
She wondered if her best friend would choose Connor over her when she had already talked to Kiara about it. If she had done things behind her back, if she would lie to her face.
The same girl that knows all of her secrets. Knows her better than her own parents. The one she trusts with all her heart.
Would she?
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