It was a nice day, for barely eight in the morning. A cool breeze blowing past, the delightful sounds of birds chirping, the clear blue sky...all signs that it was going to be a good day. Jayla sighed happily, relaxing on her porch swing. There was nothing that she loved more than a peaceful, sunny morning.
However...the tranquil morning slowly drew to a close. The loud revving of a motorcycle's engine steadily grew louder, and Jayla rolled her eyes. She already knew what would be rolling down the road: Adam, a guy from her class that was of the "bad boy" type. He always rode his motorcycle around Jayla's neighborhood, but usually the rides didn't start until noon. Annoyed, Jayla commented on his early appearance.
"You're up early." She observed, crossing her arms.
"Indeed I am. Thought it'd be nice to get a whiff of that fresh morning air." Adam said, playfully taking a loud inhale.
Jayla rolled her eyes. "Yeah." She tilted her head. "People are sleeping, you know. Why not take a bike? Or a car?"
He cackled at her. "Drive a car? Oh, baby, this 'cycle is better than any old car." He shook his head at the question, still laughing.
"I'm sure a car is much safer, however." Jayla argued.
Adam shrugged. "Why do you care, anyways? Scared that my precious, little head is going to get hurt?"
She blushed. "What? N-no, no...of course not!" Although she'd never admit it unless a gun was held to her head, she was a bit attracted to Adam. She wasn't quite sure what it was-his voice, his cocky, awful attitude, or him taking on the form of a forbbiden fruit-but she quite liked him.
"Hm. Well, riding around has made me awful hungry. May I have some breakfast, J-Bird?"
Jayla snickered at the nickname. "I guess so. There's some fruit and pancakes on the table already, if you want...that..." She tilted her head. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Adam had been eyeing her as she spoke, salivating slightly. He inched closer, licking his lips. "I was thinking more along the lines of YOU for breakfast...cutie." He grinned.
Jayla scoffed. "You're disgusting!" She was secretly flattered that he'd taken an interest in her, but she didn't want to rush things.
"Anything but." He shot back, crossing his arms. "What's your problem anyway? Nothing wrong with a man such as myself taking note of a fine, fine, southern beauty like yourself..."
She blushed. She found what he was saying to be very attractive; she especially liked how it sounded unlike the cliche, silly pick-up lines used by boys her age. "Whatever..." She mumbled.
Adam walked towards her, shaking his head and chuckling. He tilted her chin upwards. "J-Bird, don't be ashamed of your feelings. It's okay."
"Oh, b-but...Adam..." Jayla's lower lip trembled. She was so conflicted. Of course, Adam was so attractive, but...her morals. "Y-You're so bad..."
"So?" He crossed his arms. "I may go on motorcycle rides...and I may rob liquor stores...but whatever. It doesn't mean I'm not going to treat you like a princess, does it?"
She sighed. "No. But...I don't know."
"Exactly." Adam chuckled. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. "So, whaddya say...princess?"
Jayla shook her head. She said in her soft Southern drawl, "Oh, lordy!", before leaning in and kissing him.
The kiss was passionate, fiery, unlike anything the two had experienced. Their nails dug into each other's backs as their tongues clashed together. Jayla's heart was beating almost as twice as fast as she thought possible. Could she...love him? Adam then reached down, giving her butt cheeks a huge squeeze. Feeling as if he was practically going to rip them off, Jayla yanked herself away. She let out a sharp exhale.
"Adam, that was...amazing." She said, shaking her head.
Adam chuckled. "You haven't seen the most of it yet." He leaned down, taking a black Sharpie out of his leather jacket's left pocket.
"Hmm..." Jayla thought. "What's that for?"
He leaned up, beaming happily. He took the top of the Sharpie off, pointing it towards her face.
"H-HEY! I'll get ink poisoning if you do that."
Adam snorted. "You're so fucking innocent. You haven't learned...by now...that 'INK POISONING' is a stupid myth made by fifth grade teachers so that you wouldn't draw on your arms?!?!?!?!"
Jayla shrugged. "Now I know. What are you drawing, anyway?"
"Something I know you like..." He drew a small ******** on the corner of her lip, howling with laughter.
"Um...which is what?"
"Um....a little heart! To show how much I...care."
She smiled. "Oh, Ad..." She leaned in, giving Adam a kiss. As their faces touched, the wet Sharpie transferred onto his cheek. Seeing the outline of a ********** made her instantly furious. "REALLY, Adam?"
"Oh, hush." He said, laughing. "But...I really do care for you, J-Bird."
"Aww...Ad..." Jayla blushed, beaming. The two leaned in for yet another kiss. Adam slammed his fiery fist of pain up Jayla's butthole, making her screech at the top of her lungs. Her neighbors called the police, and Adam's hand got stuck in her rectum, so they had to call the paramedics as well to dislodge his hand. He almost lost it, but he got it back.
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