Freestyling stories!

Beaten

I was lying next to a tree, my face swollen and beaten. Cuts on my arms, and my jeans ripped. 

Wyatt came walking down the trail, looked at me annoyed

"Again?" He asked

I nodded, I felt embarrassed. This was the 6th time he caught me beaten up this month. 

"You need to give those punks an ass whopping you know," He told me

"Yea, I'm too scared," I told him

"Aww, scardey cat," He said then which resulted in him getting hit, weakly. 

"Sorry not sorry," He told me then pulled the bandages out of his bag.

"You carry bandages with you now cause of me!?" I asked

"Yep," He said, causing me to hide my face in embarrassment 

He started patching up my arms, then put some kind of alcohol on my face, and we stared at each other. He held my check up and gave me a quick peck. 

"We shouldn't, not here," I said, just as hungry for this kiss as him

Despite my arguing, we ended up sucking each other's faces.

His lips were smooth, soft, and a little chapped. Our lips moved in a repeated motion with each other, a nice pace. One of his arms was pinning me to the tree the other one on my cheek while both my arms were around his neck. He licked my bottom lip for entrance and I let his tongue in while we fought for dominance. 

He won the dominance and explored my mouth, every inch of it. We continued kissing each other until we had to break for air

He looked at me, his face was very very dreamy. We stared until a teacher caught us and told us that we were super gross, but we didn't care.