1. Runner and Lilah


    Date: 8/7/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Author: Frank_Lee, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    “I gotta get out of here before it gets cold,” she said, almost to herself. He shot a look at her profile without breaking stride. He hated when she spoke like that, but he kept his mouth shut. They were surrounded by abandoned factories where the old service road was scarred by frost heaves and cracks with spindly weeds pushing through them. Lilah was three years older, but they were both too young to remember when the industrial park had been active and booming. Runner had a flash of the attention she’d get if the area were crowded with workers the way everyone described it from the old days. In a pair of tight cutoffs, her thighs were strong and lithe. Her skin was tanned a shade like melted butter. White, cowgirl boots gave her long strides an air of power while her breasts juddered with every footfall, straining the top that barely held them. She was corn silk blonde and wore it loose around her shoulders. “You gotta promise you’ll get outta here, too. First chance you get.” She frowned but kept her gaze straight ahead. “Promise you’ll take one of those scholarships for September.” “Yeah, sure.” Listless tone, listless spirit. It was the last thing he wanted to think about. It wasn’t leaving town that bothered him. She was right about getting away, but the thought of being distant from her threw him into a tailspin. He felt responsible toward her. He didn’t trust anyone else to look after her. Or know her the way she was supposed to be known. Who would notice the arcane ...
    intricacies in the relationship between her cheekbones and the curvature of her jaw? It didn’t matter whether or not she noticed. It was just something that needed doing the way chopping onions for dinner needed doing. She kept staring ahead, still talking as much to herself as him, but then she stopped short and grabbed him by the shoulders. Even though he was much broader and taller, he nearly dropped the folded beach chairs in each of his hands. She looked up at him over the top of her sunglasses. Her amber flecked-eyes dead serious. “Promise me, Run. Really promise. Don’t give me that bullshit you always think I want to hear.” She was so close Runner could feel her breath on his face. His throat tightened and his body shivered from inside. “Okay, I promise.” It was what he always said when anyone told him the same thing. What he said to get everyone off his back. His mother. Friends. Teachers who’d run out of things to teach him years ago. “Bullshitter,” she muttered. She let him go and shrugged the strap of the overstuffed bag she was carrying onto her shoulder, then turned to keep going. “No, really,” he said, falling back in step beside her. “Definitely. I mean, if you leave, I’ll go nuts around here on my own.” “Yeah, sure. Besides, with your grades and IQ you’ll be able to write your ticket. You can go anywhere.” “Well you’re smart, too. You could…” “Oh, don’t even try,” she cut him off. “I know I’m bright enough, Runner, but I’m nothing like you.” “Actually, Lilah, ...
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