Francesca "Frankie" Sullivan. Cousin to Clay Moss, side fling sometimes to Skip Hoffman and known arch enemy of Hunter Sylvester. Frankie and Hunter have been at each other's necks since the second grade. Constantly trying to publicly embarrass or o...
Frankie sat up on the couch. Grabbing Hunter's face between her hands to place a firm kiss on his lips. Hunter could feel one of her hands drop onto his lap as he felt it move up his thigh. Placing his hand on top of hers to stop it from getting any higher.
"If you're uh trying to do anything else don't worry about it." Hunter let her know it was okay to not go any farther with whatever she had in mind.
Frankie sent back a confused almost hurt face. She was trying to return the experience that he gave her. It wasn't like she hadn't gone down on him before. Did he not like it last time she did?
Hunter could see the worry on her face as she bit her bottom lip again. Quick to stop her thoughts from spiraling.
"I just uh mean. Fuck this is lame. I don't really need it. Ya know?" Hunter let out. Feeling awkward at what he was trying to admit. Flashing his eyes down to his pants for Frankie to see and catch on to what he was trying to say without having to actually voice it.
"Ohhhhhhh. Really??" She squealed out in happiness. Relieved to know that him not wanting her wasn't the case.
"Okay don't sound too excited over it." He held up his hands. Still uncomfortable over it.
"Sorry!" Frankie giggled out. "I feel like that's a good accomplishment. I didn't even touch you. Has to be some kind record ya know."
"Okay okay. Go get some pants on." Hunter patted her bare thigh lightly to tell her to get up.
"I'll grab you some clothes too so you don't have to sit in your you know." She gestured with her hands to his pants. Standing up from the couch.
"Sullivan!" Hunter warned her to drop it. Not wanting to feel more embarrassed about coming in his pants just from eating her out.
She giggled once more as she ran up the stairs. Hunter not being able to stop himself from watching her run away pants less. He always suspected she had a great ass. He smiled to himself knowing that he was right all along.
He went to use the small bathroom around the corner in the basement. Trying to clean up his mess somewhat. Exiting the bathroom as Frankie returned in fresh pj's. His grey sweatpants and Judas Priest shirt she once borrowed in hand. Along with leftover microwaved pizza.
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"Here. Figured you might want something besides snacks to eat and I kinda needed to give these back to you at some point anyways." She handed his clothes back over. Feeling different about giving them back. She had secretly been wearing them at home for pajamas from time to time.
