"You see that freckle, there, on the back of her thigh? Next time you see her, I'll have left a hickey there," the blonde boy said, turning to look at his curly-haired friend in confidence. The friend turned to look at the girl being claimed, and smirked at the sway of her hips.
"Good luck with that one, mate. She looks like she'd be harder than your usual fuck," the friend responded.
"The more difficult ones are always worth it, Ash. You should now that by now," the original teenage fuckboy quipped back. The girl turned around, her long hair swirling around her as she focused on the boys talking. As if she could sense they were the ones staring at her, she lifted her hand in a simple wave, smirking.
"Oh, fuck, man. I think she knew it was us," Ashton exclaimed, his eyes widened in alarm. He looked ready to spring from the metal café table; his arm muscles taut from the strain created by clenching the arms of the chair so hard.
Luke, on the other hand, left his gaze on the girl, slowing raising the corner of his mouth into a sensual grin. He had nothing to be ashamed about, in his mind. He was simply admiring a beautiful girl, as should always be done. Extending his arm out, Luke beckoned the girl forward, asking her to join them.
Before the girl could do anything more than blush, Ashton had scraped his chair back, snatching Luke's gaze. "Fuck this," the older boy started, "I'm out. Let me know how the conquest goes, though, mate." And with that, the man was gone.
Luke glanced back over to where the girl had been, finding her presence missing, too. Dragging both his hands down his face dramatically, Luke tossed his back whilst emitting a groan. Now he was left without a friend nor a fuck at supposedly the happiest place on earth.
That was, until the girl from before pulled out the recently vacated chair, smoothing her plaid skirt beneath her. Crossing her thighs, she removed her Minnie Mouse ears and tossed them on the table. "Amuse me," was all she said, leaning back into the chair.
"I think I can," Luke mused, leaning forward, "and I will; I should probably start in a more, uh, cordial manner, however. There are kids here, after all."
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Starting a new story, I guess. I got an idea, so here we are. If you don't like cussing or sexual content, leave now. That's it, for now.
Published: 19:15, December 26th, 2014
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Freckle
Fanfiction"You see that freckle, there, on the back of her thigh? Next time you see her, I'll have left a hickey there."
