1. Runner and Lilah


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

    you are. You’re just different…” “Just forget it, okay?” He didn’t say anymore, but he didn’t forget it. They turned down a chipped sidewalk leading to the tallest of the buildings. When they reached the door, he set the chairs against the bricks and waded through the weeds to a window. He gave the bottom edge a shove with the heel of his hand and it swiveled open. Then he lifted himself over the sill and tumbled inside. A few seconds later, he yanked open the heavy, rusted door. Lilah picked up the folding chairs and stepped inside. Runner shouldered the door closed, sliding the bolt back in place. He took the chairs and followed her across the open space to the stairs. He watched the movement of her ass as she led the way up three flights. By the time they reached the top, he was breaking a sweat, but not from the exertion. At six-one, with a solid, defined body, he could’ve spent half the day running up and down those stairs barely getting winded, but following Lilah in those tight shorts made him breathless. Most people found Runner’s physique a contradiction to his IQ. He had the kind of body that took hours to develop, but studying was something he never had to work at. Everything just made sense. Complex theories that gave his teachers migraines fell into place easily as fairy tales. But when he was younger, he’d been a popular target for bullies. Only Lilah ever stepped in to defend him until he grew capable of defending himself. Lilah’s mother and Runner’s father ...
    had once had a relationship that never lasted six months, but the two of them meshed so naturally neither of them ever noticed it was happening. Runner had loved her in silence through a minor circus sideshow of boyfriends. He’d sat by in silence when she talked about them, continually griping how yet another one wasn’t working out. “It’s because you waste your time on men who aren’t as smart as you,” he’d told her a few months ago. She’d laughed him off, as usual, but still, whenever she needed someone big and intimidating standing nearby, Runner was always there. But there’d be a time she wouldn’t need him like that anymore. Someone would fill the shapeless, undefined spaces in her life he always had. Unshakable sadness fell over him. When they walked onto the roof, Lilah unrolled a pair of mats while Runner unfolded the chairs. He held his breath as he watched her bend over and pull a couple of insulated water bottles and a plastic tube of tanning lotion from the bag. Every muscle and sinew of her legs flexed while her cutoffs lifted above the crease of her ass cheeks. He turned away before she straightened up and caught him, but he knew she was aware of the way he looked at her. She never said anything about it, and she never did anything to make him feel good or bad about it. Runner assumed it was something a girl like her was used to, like it didn’t mean anything. People just look at a body like hers. Kicking off his sandals, he peeled his T-shirt over his head and then ...
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