Outlaws (g!p)

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Nine Years Later

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"I saw Lisa eyeing her, it was pathetic the way she only had a hard-on for one girl that night." —Bobby

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..LISA..

Reaching with my left hand, I push up her dress and cup a soft tit, the nipple budded and palming the center of my hand perfectly. Soft porcelain knees straddle my thighs, one of my hands planted on her hip, she grinds herself against my jean-clad dick. She's not wearing panties under her dress, and I find it exciting. No girls around here would be so brave.

Leaning down she kisses me, the smell of lavender and something else, something spicy, lingering as her sweet mouth takes me on a journey I've never been on. I feel lost and found at the same time.

I try and focus on her beautiful face, freckles coming into view before blurring. I fucking drank too much. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to get my shit together. This girl is like a wildflower plucked from somewhere I've never been. Dancing by the fire, I was lured to her like a bee to pollen, and like the birds and the bees, I'm going to fuck her. I want to nail her more than I've ever wanted to fuck anyone in my life. There's just something about her. Her dark unruly hair, the innocent glow of her face, but sultry smile. She's down to earth but has a sharp edge to her at the same time.

Lifting my hips, I pull out a condom from my back pocket and she quickly unzips my jeans, my cock springing freely. I hear her suck in a breath as she sits up and I can't help the cocky smirk crossing my face. Her hair wavy and wild swaying in her face as she watches me.

Rolling the rubber on my member, the latex nearly suffocating, she lifts her dress up and slowly slides herself onto the tip of my cock. She whimpers, and her body tenses as I fill her up.

"It's so big, I don't know if I can..." she gasps. Her words a fucking boost straight to my ego and my cock. Surging my dick up into her as far as I can go, I feel the tip of my dick push through what feels like a barrier and her body squeezes my cock like a vise.

She's so tight and so fucking wet it's like nothing I've experienced before. My jaw tightens to keep my shit in check. Her hands on my chest, knees pressing into the sleeping bag, her body trembles as she rises up, and descends down too fucking slow for me to handle. I can't help but begin to push in and out of her quicker and quicker. Both of my hands digging into her hips, she bounces up and down on my dick, her hair still in her face as she fucks me, and I fuck her.

Using the palm of my hand, I grasp her perfect tit, again gripping it tightly as I drive into her, chasing the pleasure that is seconds away from filling the condom.

Shadows pass across the tent from the bonfire just feet away, the sound of music stopping from the truck just across the pond. The only noise that can be heard is her harsh breaths and my deep grunts. A melody I could record and listen to a million times.

Tonight, I saw her a mile away. She's not from here, she's wild and untamed. Passing through maybe? We didn't do a lot of talking. At least not that I can remember. Just a glimpse of her swaying her hips as if nobody was watching, her body language feral and sexy. I wanted to break her in.

Her head lulls back, and that delicate collarbone comes into view and I can't stop myself from free falling into coming so hard I sound like a little bitch. My knees jerk as an earth-shattering orgasm rocks my whole body. She slows her thrusting, her body slick with sweat, before falling to the side of me, both of us lay there huffing and puffing - and drunk.

Rolling my head toward her, my vision doubles from all the booze. It's spring break, and everyone that is anyone is here tonight. But who is she?

"What's your name?" I slur. Did she tell me her name? I can't remember.

She giggles and stands and the only thing I can make out is a ribbon or some kind of tattoo of a string tied into a bow on the delicate skin of her ankle.

"Hey..." I reach for her foot, but my arm falls to the ground like a dead weight. The booze in full effect now. My eyes become heavy and I can't help myself. I pass the fuck out.

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The sun rises, and it is hot as hell. My head is pounding, and my stomach is threatening to spill all the alcohol I drank the night before. Sitting up, I try to think about what the hell went down last night.

Booze. Music. Bonfire.

The girl.

I saw a girl dancing by the fire. She looked like a gypsy with her swaying dress and dozens of bracelets. Her braided headband of feathers and beads, unlike anything I've seen on girls around here.

Closing my eyes, I try to remember her name, her face, but all I see is a red string tattoo on her ankle.

"Fuck," I grumble, feeling terrible. Running my hands down my face, I sit up and notice the condom from last night is stuck on my now limp dick. The condom stained red causes my eyes to widen. When she slid onto my cock last night, she whimpered and tensed. She was a virgin.

My mind reels with why she would give her virginity to some random hookup. Isn't that shit supposed to be sacred or some shit? I've never screwed around with a virgin before. I feel like a jerk for being so... grabby and fast with her. Then again if I knew she was a virgin, I probably wouldn't have had sex with her. I'm not someone a girl wants to lose her innocence to. I'm nobody. Not a lover, or some Prince Fucking Charming.

The tent suddenly unzips and my buddy Bobby finds my jeans around my ankles and a bloody condom wrapped around my cock. Quickly I try and cover myself with the sleeping bag, but I'm not quick enough.

"Aw, dude." Bobby's jaw drops before turning away in disgust.

"Well, maybe you should have fucking said something before comin' in!" I reply sourly.

He doesn't reply as he stands with his back turned to me. His shirt is off, his tan skin sweaty, matching his hair and eyes. He plays football with me and has had my back since I can remember.

Jerking the rubber off, I pull my jeans up and push myself up off the sleeping bag. My hand tangles in something that has me narrowing my brows and lifting my palm.

It's a dainty headband. It's the girl's headband. Lifting it to my face, I smell it, it smells like her. Like an incense shop.

"Come on man, Sheriff Randall will be making his rounds soon," Bobby informs, not discussing the condom. Sheriff Randall drives up and down the main street of the town, every day, all day. Being a small town, we don't get a lot of action... so he goes looking for it. A bunch of underage hungover kids in a field would make his fucking morning.

Shoving the headband in my back pocket, I head out to help clean up the mess from the best spring break party this town has ever had. At least that I'm aware of.

Outside the tent, the fresh air feels cool and crisp against my skin. I stretch my arms up in the air and yawn. Sleeping on that hard ground made my back sore.

My eyes sweep across the area, and I can't help but look for the girl I was with. My girl.

"Have you seen that girl I was with last night?" I ask, helping pull the poles out of the tent.

Bobby gives me a look and shrugs with ignorance.

Looking out onto the field, there is nothing but beer cans and an array of hungover people.

But nobody is her...

That girl came in like a wild rainstorm and left behind a rainbow of color this town has been missing.

A streak of color that I've been missing - and I didn't even catch her name.