LUST.

Two.

The look of overbearing fear was on the both of their faces as they looked to their friend, they knew what they needed to do, however the difficulty of achieving it was insane. The group would have to overcome the impossible and somehow be able to pull it off.

"Alright Slim, we will figure something out soon, but for now, we need to worry about how we are even going to get him out of the state and to safety." Colson was located on the other side of the room hitting a blunt next to Rook without a single care in the world, however, this sense of carelessness wouldn't last, and even the boy knew that.

The group of friends were used to appreciating the little things in their lives as much as they possibly could, because each of them had a backstory, and each of them held memories close to their hearts knowing full well that memories would never fade, while the people may.

Take Scout for instance, she was a mere fifteen years old when her father was shot down one night during the brisk month of October. He was heavily intoxicated at the local bar down the street from their home when the shooter had acted... The bar itself was a small, insignificant blip on the map of Toms River, New Jersey, however, for Scout it would always be the place that will haunt her.

She had lost her father that night to a lone bullet and a man in a mask, however, despite the occurrence, there were no investigations about what had happened, instead, the police ruled that it was foul play and was never spoken about again.

Scout refused to let the idiocy of the ruling overtake her thoughts, she instead remembered her father for who he was; a kind and simple man who cared about every living creature that surrounded him. Though, even with the glorious memories of her father still living in her mind, she realized that being in the place where the only family she had ever known was murdered, she didn't feel safe; and so the day after the funeral, she left, she left behind the small town that she was raised in, and found adventure and family when she reached the city of Cleveland.

Slim had long since walked away and Scout was left to stand on her own, beating herself up in her thoughts trying to figure out a plan that could get him away from this place. She thought about all of the plans that they could go through with, but each of them involved Colson's father finding them, and Scout, was not ok with that.

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Eventually she decided that dwelling on the plan would not do any good considering that everyone was noticing her awkward and confusing behavior, so she began to walk over to Colson, she gave him a warm smile and then looked him up and down, "Hey Cols."

He looked up and caught the girl's gaze, "Hey!" he said as he stood to hug her, but when he did she whispered seductively into his ear, "Can I pull you away for a minute?" He smirked and followed her up the stairs to his bedroom.

Desperately needing a distraction from reality, she found him leaning into her small frame, and allowed for his lips to lightly brush across hers... She let his soft lips do the talking as he took complete control over the situation, lifting her body up off the ground, never creating space between them...

He carried her to the other side of the room and threw her body onto the soft surface of the king sized bed, His hands worked their way into the fabric of her t-shirt, lifting it over top of her head. Throwing it to the other side of the room, he then took his abnormally large hands and cupped her boobs, massaging them. Scout let out a light moan as he leaned toward her neck, kissing each inch and leaving light marks down the skin.

Almost instantaneously, her hands flew up to his hair and intertwined them between the strands, his head falling back to open the perfect area for Scout to lick up his skin. Colson groaned, as she flipped the two of them over so that she was straddling him , pulling the shirt over his head, she revealed the glorious tattoos that covered the surface of his perfect skin.

Taking a moment to admire them, she reflected on the day that he got XXX tattooed on his stomach, it was a few days after she had moved to Cleveland. But the short time they knew each other didn't matter, for the two of them were already fast friends. While they had just met, it was obvious that there was an intense attraction between the both of them, after going to a party at Slim's house together, they had made a bet, and that was whoever could take the most shots without passing out, got to choose a tattoo for the other. After taking shot after shot, it became apparent that Scout had won the bet, and the only tattoo that she saw fit for him was something cocky and arrogant, just like his personality.. Little did she know that once she slept with him, that the permanent marking would prove to be completely correct.

Pulling herself back into reality, she licked across that same tattoo while staring into his eyes, he broke out into a smirk, showing that he remembered the day. She smiled and worked her way down his body. Palming him in her hand, she massaged over the thin fabric of his black skinny jeans. Colson let out a moan as Scout began to undo the button his pants, fumbling with it in between her fingers, it suddenly became undone.

Colson's eyes screwed shut as she breathed out, allowing the hotness of her breath against the fabric of his boxers to create a sensation that nothing else could. Using her hand, she pulled the fabric away from his skin and yanked them down. His length appearing in front of her as she licked her lips, his smirk appeared on his face as she wrapped her lips around his dick and he moaned in pleasure. Slowly she bobbed her head back and forth to a steady pace, working her way up the shaft.

That night, the two lost themselves within the warmth of each others bodies, for the last time.