[ next generation ; maple & shades & losers ] -- [ mature ]

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David Mabley ; ;

Holding onto the seat and window, feeling the wind from the rolled down window ruffle his hair. “You could’ve told me that before—” David protested, but they were lost and probably would have to wait until morning. Following Drew to the back of the truck, it took him two tries to actually stumble into the bed; rolling next to her to stare at the sky. Then he looked to the Skye girl next to him.

“Yes, it is.” He said distractedly, hazel eyes blinking away the fuzziness.

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes:

    Drew snickered, then realized David wasn't laughing along with her. His gaze was on her when she turned to look at him, green eyes flickering over his face. Maybe this was wrong. But wasn't it right? Hadn't she thought of David a lot. Hadn't she wanted to be alone with him again ever since the night she took care of him? Hadn't she... wait. She lost her train of thought, looking at him still with a slightly lick of her lips as her chest rose and fell. Kind of picture-isk, if you saw it from the top. Boy, girl, staring into each other in the bed of a truck while the stars glittered over them. The only problem; they were drunk, and the girl was horny. (I just spat out my milk)

    The question left Drew's lips loosely. "Do you want to kiss me?" she said, not very slurred, but still not coherent of what she was asking. What was she asking? Man her head hurt. Shit, David looked so cute. Fuck, she was so freaking turned on and by what, she didn't know. Him? The stars? Who knew. 

    

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David Mabley ; ;

Blinking, David’s face flushed slightly as he averted his gaze for a moment. “I’ve never kissed anyone before. On the lips.” He admitted, mumbling it slightly as he propped onto his elbow so he was looking down at Drew. If he was sober, he would remember Jessica, his girlfriend who darn well took her time in their relationship. Or maybe he was too cowardly to try and advance further with her, and she seemed to have no interest or care; eyes roaming the crowd when she thought he wasn’t looking.

David nodded though, “but yeah, I do.” He would regret this in the morning, maybe. A church-going boy who thought he would make it through life without the teenage pressure and woes.

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes:

    Drew felt a smile pull on her lips, like a giddy school girl. This cute boy wanted to kiss her. The thought of it made her ecstatic. So excited even, she didn't seemed very fazed by the fact he'd never kissed anyone; well, she wasn't fazed by much at all at the moment. 

    So before she could ever really think through what she was doing, she felt her fingers slide around the nap of David's neck, her green eyes roaming his face. Soon she was pulling him towards her, lips parted slightly until they met with his, guiding him to first off just touch his own to hers, and then explore her mouth with his tongue by using both her hands to guide him. She'd kissed her share of virgins, she knew how to get them going. Helping them along the way was natural to her, almost fluid. Drew knew how to get exactly what she wanted. 

    Even if she was completely wasted. 

    Her heels dug into the nice cushion of the truck bed's bottom and her stomach was pressing up towards David's side as they kissed, a pillow supporting her neck so he didn't have to venture too far down to catch her lips. Greedy, her tongue skimmed along the sensitive part of his upper lip, then her own just formed into his so well. Is she'd been sober, she would've realized this was probably the best kiss she'd ever received, even if David didn't know what he was doing. It was so innocent and pure, it made her heart hurt, though the drunkenness cover it up. She sure as hell would feel it in the morning, though. 

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David Mabley ; ;

David smiled lightly into the kiss, letting Drew lead; his sensitive untouched skin made him gasp when her teeth scraped over it. Hazel eyes widening lightly as she explored his mouth; but it wasn’t long before his own lips pressed firm and David leaned forward in a leap of ‘hoping he’s doing this right’ as he let his tongue slide for dominance to run along hers and learn exactly who he was kissing. The prominent taste of alcohol burned along his tongue as he tasted it on Drew’s lips. But he knew she was drunk, like him. But David’s own mouth had a fruity-punch taste, to go along with his natural smell of light pine and the outdoors.

A risky hand moved to Drew’s waist, like in the movies, to pull her closer to him. Feeling the heat of their bodies together, it felt so good and was so wrong at the same time.

When they broke apart, a dorky smile appeared on his face, “there.” A boy and his first, exhilarating kiss; of course he was looking goofy and slightly cross-eyed.

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes:

    Drew's smile wasn't as goofed, more seductive, actually. His touch on her back sent fire spreading through her muscles as she almost bucked towards him - wanting him that bad. It was excruciating to feel him so close to her, and him not knowing what he was doing though this all just felt so damn good. Her drunk brain whirled, making her eyes flutter and her hands slid down from his neck towards his chest, pressing her hands there with a mischievous grin. 

    "That was nice," her soft breath tickled out of her lips, close to his face a bit. Her green eyes flashed dangerously. "Do you want to play a game?" she asked him, her lip being bitten slightly as her back arched a little, moving to settle into the bed beneath her. The warm from his body was enough to keep her body temperature neutral in the slightly brisk wind, though her bare legs flourished with goosebumps. Her moved would be sloppy, but she wasn't one to back down from a challenge; even one she put on herself. 

    She was going to make Pretty Boy scream. That was her goal now, the only coherent thought in her jumbled mind. 

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David Mabley ; ;

Eyes flashing at the sudden change in topic, “sure.” He replied instantly, not knowing what he was getting into. David was still smiling, sitting up so he could look down at Drew quietly. Waiting for her, and nodding stupidly at the rules of the game. Biting his lip loosely, remembering that Drew’s had just been touching them with her own and her teeth had ran the line of his bottom lip; he wanted to shudder, but the air was fairly warm tonight, with a slight cool breeze rolling in here and there.

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes:

    As Drew explained the words, she'd slipped down towards David's legs, standing up on her knees with his body beneath them. All the while she spoke, her eyes flashed and her lips smirked playfully. This was going to be hilariously fun to her. 

    Maybe she wasn't planning on straight up sex just yet, but she was getting there. 

    "You ready, Pretty Boy?" Drew asked, her voice sensual and low, crouching down now, kind of animal like, and beginning to crawl towards her prize; the virgin. 

    Pressing her hands onto the edge of the small window of her truck, she gripped the edge tightly as her hips straddled his. The heat flaring in her cheeks was normal to her, along with the flutter in her chest and excited pants that escaped her mouth. Bending her face down, her nose tickled his as her eyes flickered half closed over his probably scared features. "No hands," she whispered and then she began to kiss him once more, more forceful this time and hungry, like she was. 

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David Mabley ; ;

This being his second kiss with Drew Skyes, her lips pressed to his and he could taste her lingering lip balm of cherry underneath the alcohol. Her body pressed close as his fingers danced through the pillow and blankets in the bed of her truck. His fuzzy mind had to restrain itself from ‘no-hands’ limit; even a drunk David Mabley could play by the rules. Feeling her tongue slide against his made him shiver inwardly as he was submissive, but pressed for dominance when he could. Only taking light breaths of air when her mouth slid against his swollen lips; her teeth causing a sensual desire he didn’t know existed to flare in his body.

David found his hands gripping Drew’s waist eventually, letting them linger as they broke apart. Guilty hazel eyes flashing towards her green ones, like loosing was the biggest insult to her because he wasn’t a good kisser. “Sorry.” He mumbled apologetically, blinking once and then twice, but still having the small smile on his plump lips.

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes:

    Drew's smirk only flourished more as she felt David's shaking grip on her, giving her the winning motive now. She was allowed to do whatever she pleased with him, which she'd made clear in the rules before playing the game. Now was the time she could finally get what she wanted. 

    "I win," she breathed on his lips, grinding her hips down on his a bit with a small giggle. "I can do whatever I please to you, Pretty Boy."

    Her grin was malicious as her hands trailed down the line of his stomach, down the fabric of his thin t-shirt and over his hips until her fingers were under the cloth and tickling up his stomach naughtily. Once again, her breath was almost husky as she said, "You sure you can handle it?" which had another hidden question in the words meaning: Do you want to do this?

    The orbs of her eyes flickered over him, taking in ever aspect of his face to make sure she wasn't over stepping, though she probably was and wouldn't realize it the entire time she succeeded in her mission. Before she got an answer from him, one of her hands gripped his t-shirt and the other felt along his arm skin, making her shoulders roll a bit in a shiver. Her lips skimmed down the line of his jaw, nibbling softly as she slipped down to below his ear to suck there. The whole atmosphere around them was zeroing in on them like they were the only people alive; every movement seemed to enhanced by the alcohol on her lips and in her system. This was glorious; but she kept having to remind herself to be slow and steady, because she didn't want to do anything wrong or upsetting. 

    Well, not too wrong or upsetting. 

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David Mabley ; ;

Feeling her tender touch along his skin, her nails scrapping in translucent and invisible lines and scraps. “I can handle it.” He affirmed, his palms digging into the bed of the truck as David leaned back; biting his lip to prevent the moan from escaping it. Unsure how she would react to how sensual and crazy she was driving him. “I’ve just…” His slow mind had to process the words, hips wiggling in an attempt to follow Drew; but her weight on him was conflicting for the first timer.

“Never done this before.” David clarified with a flush, being a virgin and all that good stuff—everything he was feeling was new. Even the fuzziness of being drunk and yet still in a mind which could think, talk, and maybe do math slowly. Though David wasn’t entirely there, and wholly conscious of her actions and his actions. “This is my first time.”

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes:

    Drew nodded, understandingly. As she stood up on her knees once more, giving him freedom to move around, she gave him a loving (yes, loving) touch along his chin, smiling to reassure him. "If you trust me, I'll guide you," she promised, not wanting this to be horrible for David. In fact, she wanted to please the hell out of him. Her subconscious was directing her movements and thoughts, because the conscious part of her would've already ripped off his clothes and fucked the fuck out of him. She had to constantly remind herself to go slow, be slow, and be nice. Nice. Ha. 
    

    She reached out a hand slowly, as if offering David to take. It was now that he could back out, and she'd be disappointed in her drunk little pity fit, but she probably wouldn't care that much about it after a few hours or sleep. But it was also now that David could grasp her hand and follow her into the spirally pit of sin; the sin she lived in and was so easy to fall into. 

    If he took her hand, there was no turning back. And she was slowly loosing patients, but able to control her swaying body from above his. If he decided to continue, she'd help him lay down beneath her in order to show him the ropes. She wasn't afraid to teach him, and she was actually a bit excited to do so. 

    That was, if he complied. Her green eyes shined in the moonlight, showing her giddiness and sensuality all in once glance. 

{ Maple's going to have a lot of fun with this hehehehehe }

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David Mabley ; ;

The hand. A gesture he would often to do to Drew’s little brother to lead him around and make him feel safe, was that he implication also. A tentative, warm, hand of David’s reached out and grasped Drew’s; his own hazel eyes sparking slightly. It was the rebellion in him flaring against his God and mother that led him to doing so. Mentally, he would feel bad in the morning. Right now, he would feel good and safe.

“Lead the way.” David smiled slightly, like he was making a deal with a very beautiful demon.

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes:

    Drew felt her heart skip a beat as he accepted her offer, cheeks flaring with heat in the darkness. This was it. What her mission had led up to. So easily obtained. So easily ready. She was going to lead this boy down a path he shouldn't be looking down. 

    Not one ounce of regret was there, though. 

    Slipping her slim fingers between his, Drew led David backwards, walking somewhat on her knees in order to do so, and pushing him down so he could lay on the soft cushions of the bed beneath them and be comfortable. For now, anyways. 

    "It'll be weird, David," she whispered as she leaned forward, rolling her body onto his though peering into his eyes with half closed lids. "But try to go with it."

    So it began. 

    Drew's hands slithered down David's body; all over, so he could get used to her touch. It traveled in and under his shirt, her legs simultaneously rubbing along his as her hips cut into his here and there. She wanted to make sure he was somewhat familiar with their contact before she moved on. Next, was the removing of his shirt. Her eyes zipped to his as her fingers tightened around the fabric, checking to make sure he was like, still breathing(xD).

    Slowly she moved the shirt up and over his head, over his arms, and threw it to the side. Now his entire torso and arms were exposed to her, which made her hips want to explore even further, and faster, but her shaking hands were determined to go slow. Speaking of hands and touches, she got an idea of how to guide him along better while she work. Soon her grip was over his fingers, bringing them to one of her chest lumps (breasts just remind me of doctors, so chest lumps it is) so it could tighten there. The entire time she guided him, her eyes would flicker up to his to register how he was reacting to everything. 

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David Mabley ; ;

Cheeks flushing at the intimacy between them as his shirt was tugged off and his hair becoming more ruffled. Her fingers trailing over his skin the tips of her nails making pleasure sing through his veins and his legs wiggled and rode up with hers loosely. David’s body was flushed as she directed his hand, hazel eyes looking innocently like they were asking for permission to be there; gripping the soft flesh lightly. His other hand, without direct, nimble fingers running down her curves and jutted ribs of her shirt. Grabbing her waist, but still feeling the clothing barrier between his fingers and her skin. David, naïve David Mabley loosing his virginity to the class slut, was asking for permission with each movement his hands and legs went; not knowing she wouldn’t care if he gripped her in regions he barely knew about on a woman. Hazel eyes always looking to her green ones, nervous, but fully trusting.