K.I.S.S (Futanari) •

Gone

Hartley's P.O.V

I was on the farm, washing off Betsy when I had thought about what ma and I had talked about doing this weekend. I wanted to take her to the place that she had grew up, with her parents, I don't know, live in the memories. I don't know if that'll be a good idea just because I've been watching too many Nicholas Sparks movies but I hope she'd appreciate it.

After I had washed off Betsy, I continued on doing more chores around the farm. I'd rather be doing this then watching TV or doing what other high school teenagers my age does that I don't do such as going to parties.

Speaking of parties, Poppy was going to be hosting one tonight and she had asked for my help, so after doing my chores I'd pop on over there and help her set up. I wasn't going to stay for the party though and I've told Poppy that which resulted her in constantly asking me questions and trying to tickle out answers.

I just told her that parties weren't my scene and it's not like I wouldn't be there if she needed me at times, I had told her to call me immediately if anything weren't wrong.

"What if someone tries to hit on me?" she asked me and I stopped what I was doing which is trying to organize some of the things that were on her desk. I looked towards her and leant against the desk.

If someone wanted to hit on Poppy--I thought about it for a few minutes and came to the conclusion that yes it would fudging be traumatizing for me to see or hear about but maybe it would happen, wouldn't it be interesting to hear back from Poppy at how she handled the situation?

"Well what if someone did, what are you going to do?" I asked her back, pulling her desk chair for me to sit right across from as I leaned in and looked at her. She sighs and shakes her head, I studied the way a few strands of her hair covered part of her face. She looked beautiful, she'd always be beautiful to me.

Just when she was about to speak I couldn't help but lean in and slightly move the strands away while kissing her softly, she gasped softly into my lips and trailed her hands up my neck slowly. Before we got too carried away, I slowly broke off our kiss and softly placed another one at the corner of her lips as I then fully pulled away and looked at her again but when I looked back at her, I was confused when I saw frustration in her eyes.

"See? That's why I want you at my party so we could kiss and hold each other and be all cute and such" she says slightly pouting. I chuckle softly and reach over as I slightly graze my fingers along her bare thigh,

"why can't we do that after the party though?"

"because all I'd wanna do then is rip off all your clothes, and fuck you senseles--"

"Oh are you serious right now?" another voice had interrupted Poppy and I could feel myself swallow a golf ball in my throat by how my body was getting extremely warm. It was Richie coming over so we could both go down to the racing track.

A bigger part of me wanted to stay with Poppy and let her finish her sentence but one look at Richie's face I knew it wouldn't be fair to my best friend. So I leaned in and closed my eyes, kissing Poppy's beautiful lips a couple more times. I backed off and stood up, smiling lightly at her.

"This talk isn't over" I softly say and she pouts more but nods, smiling softly back at me.

The last chore was to shuffle Betsy's poop and yes, I know I still can't technically curse because well I don't know--I guess it's just not me. I smelt like poop now and I scrunched up my nose as I looked at my watch, I had about fifteen minutes to shower, get ready and be at Poppy's house so I had to get going. I walked back into the house and to my room, not without checking up on Ma.