Sexy Weekly Take #2

For one of the most absurd reasons, Luna wore the tightest dress that evening.

I picked her up from her house at seven past and you could make out make up lines on her face. "What?" She questioned me like all sixteen year old try this hard to get physical attention.

"I know I didn't,"

"Because you don't know f about fashion world," she shot back instantly, growing hot and tensing her collarbones more,"you always had the street artist thing going on... "I quirked up a brow. Clueless. "Like yeah, I'm-so-talented like artista thing —"

"Too many likes, is this Facebook?"

Earlier her mom had asked me to accompany her to this crazy teen party. Luna's mom, let's just say, had the age rule. Luna would never drink nor did she like over friendly strangers.

In fact, out of the corner of my eye, I checked out a reserved less bratty girl. Making faces at the dancing couples.

"I hate boys," she told herself.

"They aren't bad —"

Luna smirked. "Oh yeah? Where's your boyfriend then?" Rolling eyes, I tried to say touche when Luna beat me to it. "What are you drinking? It smells quirky."

"Not how you describe —"

"Luna!" A voice boomed from behind. Both of us, startled, turned. Why, it's Richie. Without the money part. Well perfumed. "You look hot!"

"Clichés," I muttered. Richie didn't mind me. "Wanna shake that booty, baby?"

Luna's face glowed. In all years I've known her, I'd never seen her frown and scoff at the same time like how she did. "I'm not feeling well."

Saying so, we burst into a small garden through the back door. Luckily, there were less than a few people there, admist roses potted. "You didn't think of him cute,"

"Amused, huh?" I couldn't lighten Luna's mood. But I found her relaxing. How odd. We sat by the tiny fountain. Starry blankets above with passed out people. "His English and interpersonal skills sucked,"

"Compared to whom?"

"Well duh."

Luna's sudden melancholy touched me. And when I finally realised her point, I couldn't help but kiss her on cheek. "Just like that? That's it?"

"Maybe this?" Unsure and mildly aroused, I pecked her lip, twice thrice, a bunch of times. Luna icily gnaws the way. Catching a hold of my arms, she presses it beyond the point of friendliness.

It steals my breath and words away. "Aren't we gonna dance first?" This is bad. Why is Luna driving me frenzy? "I'm w-wet down, well, here," Luna's pleadingly inches us together. So much for brattiness. "You love correcting, ja?"

"Say please."

"Bitch," and I slide a hand towards her ass, hitting it lightly at first. Then squeezing it well like lemons, possibly slipping a finger. Luna's surprised face turns me on some more. Plus, gasping needy is good.

Luna's late blooming doesn't stop me. I still pinch her nipples the first chance I get. Her hissing is her vulnerability, well I suppose. We make sure we don't end up in cold water of fountain while we're at it, Luna doesn't even have patience. Not for bra straps, not for pussies, no she massages my breasts cupping and teasing and pleasing and needful, "they're warm and squishy."

"T-that is the correct, uhm, yeah." Luna playfully bites an ear lobe, another hand messing up my hairstyle. She laughs before continues, "at a time like this? Really — !"

Once I position my tongue between her inner thighs, all mockery is gone. I suck nub and I'm pressed against it soon, a thumb I latch down the gap trying to curl up. Luna's excitement mostly I learn from her leaks. And cussing.

"Mother F! No, ohhh, rascal... Ahn, Holy crap,"

Hopefully one we could be real friends.

With benefits.