“Breasticles.” Jason declared.
“What?” Emily asked, kicking a stone.
“Breasticles. You’re smuggling them under your shirt.”
“Oh gross.” She covered her chest with her hands. “Grow up Jay!”
“Not my fault you’re smuggling illegal substances onto the playground.”
“They’re attached! You’re such a pervert.” She kicked him lightly and ran to the tree a bare metre away.
He laughed and chased after her. He’d known Emily for most of his life. They’d shared juice cups and swam bare bummed in their blow up pool while their family watched. He’d seen her take her first spill off a bicycle. But lately things were different. He’d been forgetting those things and focusing on more interesting parts of her which he’d always sworn he’d never care about.
Like her chest.
It was mesmerizing. The way it pulled her shirt out of shape. The way the slight curves bounced when she ran. And most fascinating were the small nubs that appeared whenever the temperature dropped.
Or rose. That was something he had yet to quite figure out. It had happened last week when he’d leant over her to get a textbook. The heater was on and everything yet suddenly there they were, and his concentration was gone.
Maybe they were like a little temperature alarm that let the body know when it was getting to hot or cold. Or a pressure valve or something.
He caught up with Emily and tackled her gently, knocking her to the ground. They play-fought for a while until both grew tired. Jason collapsed and pretended to be dead, enjoying the strangely comforting smell of her flowery bodywash.
“Jay, c’mon, you’re heavy! Get up already. I can’t breathe!” she complained half-heartedly and struggled, kicking her legs uselessly.
“Can’t hear you. Dead.”
“What’s that? Oh no, there’s a zombie virus going round?”
Jason rose, stiffening his arms. “Brains.” He declared, and tried to chew on her fair hair.
“Ew, stop it, you’re drooling on me!” she squealed. He gummed her head lightly.
“Mmmm, light snack.”
“Hey, I’m smarter than you!”
“Zombies have no brains, of course you are!”
She kicked him and he caught her foot. “Jerk!”
He pulled her towards him, grinning. Her skirt slid up, giving a tantalizing peek at the plain white underwear beneath. He’d dreamed about those panties nightly for months now.
She flipped onto her front and tried to snake away, still laughing. Her skirt rose higher and his pants grew tight as her magnificent butt was put on full display.
She glanced over her shoulder and tried to pull her skirt down, embarrassed. He waved her hand away and crawled on top of her, pinning her.
“You are fucking gorgeous, you know that?” he breathed in her ear. He could feel the heat from her blush burning through his cheek.
“Bullshit.” she laughed. “Now let me up. You win, okay? I give up.”
He slid his hands to her wrists where she was trying to leverage herself and pressed them against the ground.
“Oh ha ha, very funny Jay. You know I can’t fight.”
He nibbled her ear, biting the tender flesh. She arched against him in shock. “Jay!”
He bit her neck and sucked.
“Stop it Jay! Not cool!”
He transferred her captured wrists to one hand and pulled open her shirt.
“Jay! People can see us!”
Her gripped her ripe breast with a firm hand. Instead of the moan he had been trained to expect from hour of porn, she shrieked, “Get off me you creep!”
She was squirming under him but it wasn’t with the pleasure he had expected. She was trying to get away from him.
Jason felt searing heat of anger burst through his veins, swift and unexpected.
He grabbed her hair and yanked it back before smacking it into the ground. “Shut up, you love it.” He hissed and yanked off her panties, dragging them to her ankles. “With those short skirts and those crop tops. You’re dying for it.
He gripped her thigh and pushed it aside, his weight on the other. She was shaking. Crying.
Jason felt a rush of pleasure at that.
He yanked down his own zipper and his cock sprang forth, stiff and rearing to go. He pressed it to her entrance and she shrieked again.
“Shut. Up.” He ordered and smacked her head into the ground again, this time keeping his hand there so she couldn’t make as much noise.
Gripping her hair he rose and thrust into her.
It was bliss. Hot wet insides pressing on his cock, squeezing it desperately.
Emily cringed.
He ignored her and thrust again, his head spinning. This was incredible. He thrust again and again. The heat in his groin was building to almost painful pressure. Emily was wriggling and crying beneath him but it just made him harder.
He came inside her, filling her with his come and reveling in it’s sticky slickness.
Spent, he withdrew. His former childhood friend was shaking, barely breathing, facedown on the ground. The evidence of his betrayal leaked out of her and soaked the ground.
He grabbed her by the back of the neck and hoisted her to sitting. “If you ever tell anyone I will fucking kill you.” He hissed and strode away.
He may have just destroyed eleven years of play dates and childhood trust, but right now, it was so worth it. He’d gotten rid of his virginity and he’d tapped the hottest ass in school.
Unnoticed, Emily had pulled up her underwear and was hoisting the biggest broken branch she could find. Holding it like a baseball bat, she took aim and swung.
Jay got out of the hospital with a few stitches and mild concussion while Emily got out with his DNA and a semen sample on file.
The two were forced to meet and walk out together when their parents came to pick them up. They glared at each other. Just before he left, Jay threw out one last-ditch effort to make himself look like less of a criminal.
“I thought you wanted it. Why didn’t you fight back?”
“I told you, I don’t know how to fight.” She said coolly and reached for the door. It swung back and slammed into his face as it slipped through her fingers. “But I do know how to win. See you in court, Jay.”
– J.B. Sutherland
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