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...
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Less than an hour later Frankie found herself on the dance floor with Chester Elliot.
Their bodies moved along to the music surrounding them. She would've forgot where she was if it wasn't for his body pressed closely into her own.
Feeling a sense of euphoria crash over her like a wave. It was like living in a perfect dream world. She felt the beat of the music inside her own pulse. Pounding all throughout her body. Dancing across her skin as Chester's fingers ran smoothly over it. Giving her a wild sense of chills.
She couldn't describe it as any other way besides delicious. Utterly delicious feeling her heart race along to his simple touches. She felt so painfully happy. Her cheeks would be burning from smiling if she felt any real pain right now.
Song after song, touch after touch. Minutes turning into hours.
Frankie couldn't stop herself from running her hands through Chester's long wavy hair. The feeling tickling her own fingertips.
"Do you want to walk back to my place?" Chester leaned down and asked in Frankie's ear. His alcohol scented breath tickling her neck.
The bar they were at was directly outside the trailer park that he lived in. So it was an easy walk even being high.
Frankie felt absolute trust for some reason for Chester right now. Quickly saying yes as they gripped each other tight and started their journey back to his place.
As soon as they were back at his trailer, Frankie found herself placed on his kitchen counter.
Grabbing each other's faces to rub their noses together. Every minimal touch feeling like total bliss. She was dying for more.
Before she could stop herself, Frankie pulled Chester's shirt off over his head. Wanting to be able to run her hands over his skin freely. Running her nails against his chest as she smiled serenely.
"Are you attached to these?" Chester asked as he ran his hands up and down her thighs. Feeling the material of her fishnet tights over them. Both loving the sensation.
"No?"
As quick as she responded was as fast as he ripped the thin material apart.
His hand finding his way to her warm center. Both going mad at the tension building up with every move he made.
The night was lost as they continued on. Stripping every item of clothing so their bare skin could join. Moving their way all throughout his trailer as they left the other satisfied. Over and over again.
