#she tipped over; knocked her face into the concrete and broke a tooth

[screamingcrows]

Also, about the tipping chair post, it reminded me of a story in my childhood, but it's kinda gory so be warned!

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When I was a kid, I'd spend my summers at my grandparents' summer house (three rooms: kitchen, bedroom/dining room and bathroom) and hang out with my cousins. Because it was near a beach, there'd be many tourists and sometimes we'd hang out with their kids.

One day, an older kid came around and he was trying to impress us, being older than us and all. He told us a bunch of interesting stuff and we were indeed impressed. Somehow the topic of conversation became escape artists and he insisted that he was good at it. We didn't believe him and he was set on proving himself, so he asked us to tie him up on a chair.

We were sceptical at first, but he was older and we trusted him. "Even if he can't, we'll just untie him." we thought. After we tied him up he tried to slip out of the jumping rope we used to tie him up, but it was no use. We were simply too good at tying knots. After a while of trying to break free, he started loosing hope and he started panicking. He manically tried to break free, but nothing happened. But the force of his movements made the plastic chair tip back and forth, until...

He fell with the chair. But not backwards! FORWARD!!! He fell on his jaw and soon enough the frontyard was filled with blood. His mother came and picked him up and maybe there was an abundance, I don't remember. What I do know is that we haven't seen him since.

-Caprisun Anon

I shouldn't have laughed as hard as I did at this. Sorry stranger who I'll never know.

"To be fair, if I was tied up like that around a person who'd want to sip someone's urethra like a caprisun, I'd be pretty panicky too" - crow's partner

[notyetneedcoffee]

Not Exactly A Classic Dame (5)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC (platonic friendship between Steve x OFC)

Warnings: Language, otherwise none this Chapter, but later

Bucky Master List / Main Master List

CHAPTER 5

Cassidy slipped her feet into three inch black heels just as a knock came at the door. She checked herself in the mirror one final time before going to answer. The dark red wiggle dress with the neck line that dropped just off her shoulders fit like a glove. Her black hair fell in loose waves. She considered the retro curls, but she would prefer no pins in the way should Bucky want to run his hands in her hair.  

She opened the door. He mouth went dry and panties went wet.

Bucky stood, waiting. He wore a black suit, fitting sinfully well. The top two buttons of the pewter tone shirt remained undone. His hair hung loose, but he’d put effort into its styling. His trim beard, too, had been neatly groomed. Cas breathed in the delicious scent of him.  

A devilish grin crossed his face. “Damn, woman. I’m not sure I want to take you out in public looking that gorgeous.”

“Oh no, soldier.” Cas ran her hand down the lapel of his jacket. “We have reservations.”

“I may have to break someone’s arm if they get too close. You are just irresistible.” Bucky’s strong hands gripped her hips. His mouth ghosted over her jaw, near her ear.  

“I think it’s more likely that I’ll have to beat the women off,” She pitched her head enough to capture his lips. He drank in her kiss, tongues dancing. Finally, he pulled away with a groan and nip of her lower lip.

“You know, cell phones and the internet are cool and all.” Bucky traced his thumb over her red lush lip, a wicked grin on his face. “But being able to kiss these red lips, and not make a mess, that’s best invention I've seen.”

Cas giggled. “I’ll take your word for it. So, I’m all dressed up as requested. Where are we going?”

“You’re not afraid of heights are you?”

When he led her to the roof, to the waiting helicopter, Cas bounced on her toes. “Really?”

“Yep.” Bucky opened the door and helped her in.  

As he secured her harness, Cassidy looked around. “Where’s the pilot?”

He winked. “Right here, doll.”

Her lips formed a little ‘oh’ shape. And he laughed before jogging around to hop in the pilot’s seat. She watched him handled the controls like a master. As they flew to the city, he stole sideways glances at the smile on her face as he tipped the chopper so she could get a better view of the river. The sun was just beginning dip low in the sky, spreading amazing shadows across the approaching New York City skyline.  

Soon they came close to a glass tower. The top few floors shone with lights of soft blues and greens. Cassidy’s hand dug into his thigh in excitement. “Is that where we’re headed?”

“Stark recommended it.” Bucky chuckled. “He’s even letting us use his designated parking space.”

A tall platinum blonde hostess led them to a table for two near the window. She did a fine job of only visually eating up Bucky once. Still, Cas wrapped her arm in his and leaned into him a bit possessively. Holding the chair out for her, Bucky’s fingertips brushed across the tattoo on her shoulder blade. A shiver danced across her skin.

A lithe young man stepped up to the table just as Bucky got comfortable. “Good evening. I’m Ian and I’ll be taking care of you this evening. Would you care to start with a drink, or a bottle of wine?”

Bucky arched a brow towards Cas.  

“What do you have in bourbons?”    

“We have an Elijah Craig Barrell, special edition, a very unique Old Forester.”

“The 1920?” She grinned.

“Yes.”

“I’ll have that. A double. Neat.”

“Very well.” Ian turned towards Bucky, who’s eyes remained locked on his date, face straight but eyes smiling.

“Same as the lady.”

Cas thanked the waiter, but her eyes never left Bucky’s. When the guy was out of ear shot she whispered, “Is it just me, or do all the people who work here look like they’ve stepped off the set of an underwear commercial, all wane and glamorously svelte?”

A devilish grin spread across his face. “You mean like prettied up tooth picks that I could snap with my right hand?”

“Exactly like that.” Cas giggled.

“I hadn’t noticed.” Bucky said straight faced.

“Liar.”

“Swear it. I can’t keep my eyes off you, Doll.” He shifted a little closer. “Supposed to be the best view in the city, and I could care less.”

Bucky let her pick the dinners, since ‘you did such fine job with the drinks’. As they waited, conversation stayed in the realm of innocent talk of work peppered with fun flirting. He listened to Cassidy joke about chasing down an impossible bit of intel for ‘the boss’ all day.  

Cas saw Bucky’s attention shift. His posture changed. She remained the same, consciously. However when she took a sip, she breathed out a question so quietly only his enhanced senses would hear. “What’s wrong?”  

His sharp blue eyes darted around the room a moment longer before he sighed. Bucky took her hand in his. “Nothing. Old habits.”

“If you’re sure.” He nodded. Cassidy smiled and pushed back in her chair. “Okay. I’m going to the ladies room before dinner comes.”

A few minutes later, Cas stepped out of the bathroom to see a man in the same suit worn by all the wait staff. He seemed to be leaving the men’s room. Only this guy was thick, like an ex-football player, and it caught her attention. She walked down the short hall to the dining room with a bit more purpose.

Glancing over her shoulder, his right fist bashed into the side of her head.  

An involuntary cry escaped her mouth, muffled by a meaty hand. Dazed, pain flaring, Cassidy clawed at the hand and kicked out. Another man grabbed at her legs, she thrashed. One foot made contact. He grunted, his fist driving into her side. Doubled over, they picked her up and moved her to the freight elevator.  

Cas felt the bite of zip ties around her wrist as one of the men slapped tape over her mouth, smelling sharp and chemical. She fought to stay calm, not to panic. One of the men grumbled low, “We have the Soldier’s woman.”  

Shit. Bucky.  

A woman dressed like the hostesses stopped at the table, inquiring about their service. Bucky smiled and said it was great. She prattled on about the view, some award the restaurant received, and about the time she began telling him about the chef’s pedigree Bucky had enough.  

His focus drifted. Then he heard it, muffled and distant, but a cry. Sharp eyes darted around, noting the three men watching him. He stood up, brushing past the talkative woman. “Excuse me.”

Quick strides led him to the empty hall to the restrooms. He never paused, pushing open the women’s door. Inside a woman freshened her make up in the small lounge jumped at his entrance. Beyond, he pushed open the doors to all the empty stalls. Fuck.

Back out in the hall Bucky’s senses kicked into overdrive. He noticed a fresh scuff on the wall. Bending down, he picked up a small black tip of a high heel. Fear kicked him in the gut. It was covered in fresh blood. Fuck. Fuck.  

Think. He’s had a line of sight to the door. They didn’t go that way. Kitchens. As took the corner at a near run, he practically ran into the hostesses that sat them. He caught her before she fell backwards against a giant table with a big stone sculpture on it. Wait. Bucky looked at the busy kitchen door.

“Is there a freight elevator?”

“What? Why would –“

“For all these art displays. A freight elevator.” Bucky shook her.

“The hall, by the bathrooms, behind the wood panels.” She stammered.  

Bucky rushed back, seeing the metal tab handle and nearly ripped the door off the wall. The display showed it was halfway down. He ran to the lobby, where all the elevators showed ground floor.  Dammit. He hit the emergency exit door, jumping down the stairs a flight at a time.  

Panic pushed him forward, moving impossibly fast. Hitting the bottom floor, Buck crashed through the door marked Load Dock. A black van disappeared around the corner. His feet moved before his brain.  

A sedan hit him hard. Bucky crashed into the concrete wall, debris flying. Pain flared, feeding the fury. He leapt forward, left fist crashing through the car window. He jerked the driver out, throwing him into the same wall with a sickening crunch.  

Moving fast, Bucky chased the van down the street.  

In the distance he saw it swerve and hit another car before careening into a building.  

He pushed harder.

The back of the van popped open, Cas leaping out. She made it three steps before a pursuing man grabbed her by the hair, throwing her to the ground hard. Bucky saw her shoulders and head bounce off the pavement. The bastard grabbed her hair again. She grasped the guy’s forearms and brought her knee up, bashing it into his face. He fell back. An other man reached for her, but she kicked out catching his knee, bending it sideways.  

Wasting no time, Cas scrambled up running – straight towards Buck.

Four more steps and Bucky passed her, grabbing the one with the bloodied nose in his left hand and kicking the one on the ground in the head. He spared a glance for Cassidy, seeing her eyes roll back and body hit the ground. The man’s neck broke.  

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[pennywisehatesyoubby]

can you please do a penny imagine where he got a little girl into the sewers and when he tries to scare her she just laughs and he gets this wired happy feeling because he really loves this tiny little humans laugh??? So he ends up keeping her and she sorta becomes like his daughter and he takes really good care of her?? (Could she be 5 or 6??) That would be great // you don't have to buttt I'd be super happy :))))

((A/N: This is sooo late, but thanks to me getting rid of my writer’s block it’s finally here!! I hope it’s something like what you wanted, I tried >

A sudden scent of anguish wafted to the beast below Derry, Maine from down one of the sprawling sewer tunnels beneath the city’s tired asphalt. A tinkling of bells echoed down rancid concrete corridors as the nightmare whose thumb pinned the city above at Its mercy made Its way toward the wet, heavy smell. He knew these tunnels well, having spent nearly a century hidden within them, so when he arrived at the sewer drain on the corner of Canal street and Costello avenue, he was almost certain what he would find, and felt a subtle rumble in his stomach at his impending dinner.

Blue eyes, falsely inviting and staked through by blazing red vertical lines, peaked over the plateau of Canal street, out to the familiar scene of Bassey Park. The scent that summoned the owner of the sky-blue eyes, now scanning silently, was thick like a cloud here. Yet all he could see were children screaming in glee on the playground in the distance, running around the feet of exasperated mothers, too tired to watch their little kiddies close enough that they didn’t wander off, perhaps too close to a dark entrance to the closest thing to hell there is, lorded over by the closest thing to satan that there is. The sound of sniffling to the right of the opening finally gave away the origin of the scent.

The crying child sitting just to the side of the storm drain was oblivious to the prying eyes that shifted to the opposite end of the dark opening until they lit up as they landed on her little green tinkerbell shoes. In the eyes of the beast, this was not a small child of around five with auburn tresses and big emerald eyes so undeserving of the red they were now streaked with. No. Predatory and cold, the creature only saw an easy meal. Like frozen food packaged in a microwavable plate.

A voice one could only describe as sounding like a very good impression of a happy clown with a dark secret, bubbly with a rusty edge, exuded suddenly from beneath little Lily Trendagraw’s feet. “Hiya, Lily!” The little girl’s teary eyes shot around, but she didn’t move. More insistent this time, “Oh, come now, don’t you wanna talk to Pennywise the Dancing Clown?” The familiar sound of bells tinkling, punctuating the end of the sentence with no speaker, piqued little Lily’s curiosity. Scooting to look around, Lily couldn’t find the happy voice with tinkling bells or its owner until a faux happy “Down here!” chirped up from… the storm drain? How peculiar.

Lily knelt down on her little knees, wiping her eyes on the cuff of her green cardigan, and jolted at the odd sight of a clown standing down in the sewer. Her little head cocked to one side like a confused puppy, taking in the extraordinarily strange circumstance of meeting a dancing clown in a drain. Lily smiled.

“What are you doing down there, mister clown?” The first lilts of laughter worked their way into little Lily’s voice. A very abrupt change in smell from the tasty sorrow from before hit the creature’s nose. Pennywise contained a snarl and kept his smile plastered on his painted face.

“Well Lily, you see, the whole circus was swept away in a storm and now we’re stuck down here!” The usual story, tried and proven to work. Pennywise watched the usual look of awe and curiosity wash over the little girl’s face, her big green eyes looking much more bright now, less and less sad by the minute. Irked slightly, Pennywise was proud he didn’t shift and scare her right then. He preferred to play with his food.

“Did your circus have elephants, mister Pennywise?” Lily’s little hands slid closer to the drain on the asphalt of the street as she tried to look around behind Pennywise in the drain. He glanced from her fragile little wrists back up to her face. He made his own eyes light up.

“Oh yes, more than a few elephants, Lily, they’re all down here….floating in the drainage tunnels.” How proud of himself he was for always finding ways of incorporating the little floating bit. He could sense her growing curiosity, could taste it in the air, thick and too sweet before she even opened her smiling mouth again.

“Cool! I wanna see!”

To be sure, Pennywise was used to some little humans wanting to actually come see the circus he promised them, but he had never met a child like Lily before. One already trying to stick her fragile little human body through the gaping mouth of the storm drain. For the first time in a long time, Pennywise the clown was dumbfounded. He blindly helped the clambering girl down into his sewer culvert, standing still as a statue when she straightened, so much shorter than him, and looked around.

“Where’s the elephants, mr. Pennywise?” Lily knocked the dirt off her dress with scuffed hands and fiddled her tiny fingers. If she noticed the dark change in the clown’s grin to a menacing sneer, she made no mention.

“Oh they’re here, Lily, just down that way a bit..” The honey coated tone of Pennywise’s voice disintegrated under the beginnings of a rumbling growl as he gestured down the concrete tunnel. Fangs like razor blades teased at the tender skin of his gums and a wild golden hue trickled down to coat the azure in his eyes.

The beginnings of a pounce were tensing in his muscles when Pennywise was suddenly jolted by a surprisingly strong yank in the direction he’d pointed. Lily tugged and pulled on Pennywise’s arm with all her strength towards the promise of elephants, ignoring the mildly bewildered and slightly agitated clown fumbling along behind her.

“I always told mama that elephants were the coolest, and now I get to see them!” Lily squealed as she marched down through the darkness.

Intermittent bursts of light crossed over the faces of an evil creature and it’s prey from holes high up on the wall, like windows into the world oblivious to the atrocity about to occur. Lily was still pulling him along, scanning around every corner when Pennywise’s face began to shift. He yanked her to a halt just as rows and rows of his gleaming, stained teeth broke the mask of his painted face. Lily continued to try and pull him along, unaware of his newfound monstrous appearance, but she couldn’t make him budge.

“Mr. Pennywise, we gotta go! We gotta find the elephants!” Her little voice was pleading and exasperated, just like she’d learned from all the times she wouldn’t go to bed when it was time and her mother used that tone on her. Another bout of pulling and she gave up. She turned.

Pennywise, or rather, the creature parading as the clown, expected nothing but the usual tasty fear from the little girl as she looked up at him. He braced himself for the intoxicating aroma of terror and shock just before the kill. You can imagine his own shock when his ears were met with the peeling bells of innocent giggles.

“You look like a shark!” Lily laughed and laughed, even leaning in closer, staring straight up to get a better look at Pennywise’s teeth. Abruptly, the teeth retracted and the face of a very confused clown reformed, lips puckered as if on the verge of forming the beginnings of a question. As to whether that question was of her sanity or even her actual species, Pennywise wasn’t quite sure. But he knew no other human had ever reacted to him like that. He found himself marveling at the oddity of such a brave, naive little child, one so innocently brazen as to laugh in the face of an apex predator. And he thought he’d seen it all.

“Do it again, mr. Pennywise, do it again!” The little girl chanted, her green dress bouncing with her over the ruined dirty fuzzballs on the tips of her tinkerbell shoes. Resigning himself to appeasing her for a time in hopes to figure out another approach to finding dinner, Pennywise offered a grin and reached a large, gloved hand out.

“Come, now, Lily, we’re still looking for those elephants! I’ll do my little trick again for you later.” But Pennywise wasn’t so sure it would be for a meal. For a split second, he knew it would just be to hear that laugh again, a giggle so pure it bubbled through the lonesome caverns of his sewer home, pushing all the darkness out, if even for just a moment.

“Ok, Mr. Pennywise.” Lily chirped happily, still so respectful to a monster who, unbeknownst to her, had only barely decided not to eat her.

“Penny,” he said suddenly, softly and without malice, “just Penny, little one.”

Another beautiful ring of laughter echoed down through the shadows, betraying the little girl’s glee at such familiarity, such friendship.

“Ok Penny!” Lily giggled to her new friend and continued to pull the large clown through the sewers, once again oblivious to the shifting expression on his face. He wouldn’t eat her. Somehow he knew that. He just couldn’t, and as they started down the long labyrinth of tunnels once again, he even found himself conjuring up a baby elephant in the distant shadows, waiting for little Lily to come find it.

A red-lipped, buck tooth grin gleamed in the passing light of a storm drain and was swallowed up by the darkness once more. Up ahead the muffled trumpeting of an elephant calf could be heard, followed by an awed gasp and another bubbly giggle, punctuated lightly by the tinkling of antique bells.

[jupiterisagirl-blog]

Un named: i wrote this out of pure boredom and depression please tell me what you think!

It was a warm spring day, the birds were singing frolicking in the sky. The traffic was loud like heards of elephants trampling across the desert. In a small hospital room a woman laid in the white bed, tubes and cords connecting to her like she was a battery powering the big pharmaceutical companies to "cure" her of her ailments. At her side was her daughter, she held her hand tightly humming the tune of her mothers favorite song. She smiled closing her eyes imagining she was front row looking up at her beautiful daughter singing 'Hoy Quiero Confesar' by. Isabel pantoja. The words sliding off of her tonge rolling into the air absorbed by the ears of the calm and emotional crowd. "Its time to eat mrs. Garcia" the words broke through her splendid day dream disintegrating it into the depths of her brain. "Sorry i didnt mean to bother you. We just follow the schedule." The tall nurse said as she laid the tray down on mrs. Garcias lap then left the room closing the door slowly behind her. "Want me to go get you some real food mamá?" Her daughter said knowing her mother well enough to know she hated the hospital food. "It would be sweet of you mija." She reached into her purse fishing for money she prayed she had. "Dont worry mamá i have it." She kissed her mothers head and pulled the hood of her jacket over hers, leaving the room. She walked down the hallway the smell of medical equipment and disinfectant swirled around in the air like a thick translucent fog. She felt as if every step she took more and more people laid their sharp eyes right on her she picked up her pase almost as if she was scared, only because she truly was the anxiety of people around her made her head buzz and her skin crawl her stomach churned feeling as if she would explode at any moment. She reached the door quickly escaping out, the harsh sunlight hit her light gray jacket she felt it through the thin fabric heating up her skin like a small plug in heater. While she made her way to the main sidewalk she put her headphones in one at a time not taking her eyes off of her feet as if she had done it a million times. Down the street was the small latin café that her mother dearly enjoyed. The road was almost like a video game to her everyone could be an enemy she thought as she never looked at one person. She would get lost into the music her hands in the pockets of her jacket the rhythm filled her ears swirling around her brain masking every negative thought she was having it took her to a place of enjoyment she closed her eyes swaying her hips a little not realizing the boy infront of her, all of a sudden "CRASH" they were both on the ground covered in papers she was laying ontop of something she slowly opened her eyes and looked at what cushioned her fall, she was laying ontop of someones chest she then quickly got up trembling she reached down to see if this stranger was un harmed "i swear i didnt see you i-i was side tracked i am so sorry!.." she looked down at him and lifted the paper from his face she caught a glimps of pinks and blues looking at the paper it was one of the most beautiful intricate drawings she had ever seen. "Wow did you draw the-?" She suddenly stopped and looked down at him he was stocky and pretty scruffy he was darker than her but not much taller he wore a blue jersey and some black jeans. He was the most beautiful man she had ever encountered. He looked back up at her most of her body covered by a baggy jscket and jogger pants. "Yesh i did draw these." He said as he had been trying to pick them all up. "Sorry i shouldve watched where i was going." He chuckled showing his bottom snaggle tooth it was the cutest thing she had ever seen. She remained in awkward silence then handed him the paper and quickly sprinted off busting into the cafè. "Fuck that could've ended so terrible fuck fuck fuck." She muttered to herself then sat down at a table for a moment to gather herself. The hood of ger jacket fell down exposing her messy bun of very tight wavy almost black hair, her skin was very tan with an olive undertone, she had dark brown eyes and full lips. Her hand ran accros her jogger pocket to get her wallet but she didn't feel it in there she felt the other pocket not feeling it she started to panic all of a sudden the sunshine from the window was blocked, she looked up to see the handsome man she had crashed into moments earlier he had a slight grin holding her wallet. "I think this might be yours?... Carmen Rodríguez?" He said as he smiled looking at her id in the clear slot of the black wallet. Her face was flushed and she reached up for it. "Th-that's me...thank you for finding it i almost had a panic attack." She said and pushed a faint smile out. "Of course it was the least i could do for knocking into you." He put it in her hand. He had hairy arms and tattoos covering his hands clearly they went up into his sleeves. Her heart was fluttering she had never met someone so attractive before the feeling of bravery suddenly popped into her like someone filling a balloon then popping it. "Would you like to grab something to eat with me?" She asked hesitantly she was so scared he would say no. "Absolutely! I actually was on my way to eat anyways haha." He laughed and lit up like a fire. They both sat down and began to talk about everything and nothing she giggled and ate be did the same. He had revealed her name to him he was Christian pérez. "You were really born in puerto rico?" She asked with a fork in her hand. "Haha yeah i haven't been back to the island since i was 8 though. What about you little miss cubana hehe." She rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Ive actually never been to havana my abuelita said it wasnt a good place to go though. They are really in poverty its sad." He pushed a nervous chuckle. "Oh im sorry to hear that but hey can i get your number id love to do this again, if you would?" He said scooting forward getting his phone. The two exchanged numbers and left the café, as she walked into her mothers hospital room she smiled. "Mija you took forever i was worried." Her mother said looking up at her "im so sorry mamá. I kinda met a boy..." her mother jumped a little excitedly. "You did how did it go??" Her mother was full of questions all afternoon they talked. She kissed her mother goodnight and walked outside to go home. She had let her long hair down to breath a little as she smiled walking home. The breeze blew through the building and past her. She felt happy but she kept thinking about the secret she didn't tell him. A few weeks had passed and carmen was on her front step getting ready to play her music, she was wearing a pair of light blue torn short shorts with a black crop top with roses right on top of her small breasts. She was waiting for Christian sitting on the concrete railing she wasn't paying attention behind her all of a sudden two big arms wrapped around her waist and a scratchy short beard burried into her neck. "Im either being attacked by a big foot or my date has finally shown up." She giggled. "Why not both!" He kissed her cheek and she turned around and gave him a big hug. The two were going to his mothers house for dinner. They held hands as they walked along the sidewalk. "I hope she doesn't hate me." She said looking forward. "Why would she hate you?" He looked down at her. "I dont know i kinda look like a hooker." She giggled covering her mouth because she was insecure about her smile. "Id sure pay for you you." He smiled and kissed the top of her head. The two stopped at a big red door and he knocked. Moments later a older woman with short curly dark hair opened the door she had a red night gown on. "Mijo! Youre late!" She gave him a big hug and then looked at carmen. "And you must be carmen he did say you were beautiful he was very right!" The old woman chuckled and walked in her house as did the two could. The smell of home cooked food filled the small apartment and the table had been set. "You two pull up a chair and dig in carmen honey you look like you're wasting away." Carmen giggled and sat down scooping a big plate of rice. After everyone had eaten and got aquatinted Christian held Carmens hand showing him his old room she sat on the bed looking at all the anime posters. "Wow this sure is...something." She said as she looked around "yah im a nerd." he stood in front of her and she stood up he ran his hand along the side of her neck his fingers going into her kitchen area the black wavy hair was soft to the touch and felt like silk against his fingers she closed her eyes and felt his hand with hers they werent much bigger but hers were much softer. "Carmen youre the first girl ive ever technically dated and i dont know im truly falling for you." He said looking into her eyes his eyes were brown and the other a hazel color she got lost in them on multiple occasions. He slowly leaned in to kiss her feeling her soft rose petal like lips against his, she slid her hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck and kissed back. Suddenly they fell onto his childhood bed and rolled over to where she was ontop. Her hair kept falling into his face so he held it up for her. He slowly felt his hand up to her chest grabbing at one of her breasts, her heart began to pound faster in her chest she slowly lifted her shirt off exposing her small breasts. She was embarrassed at the size and shape but all he coukd think about was how beautiful she was he reached up and kissed the top of her breast making his way up to her neck leaving a trail of blue-green bruises he slowly reached into her pants she was so caught up in the moment of feeling like a normal girl she forgot about her little secret. His finger tips felt a slender sausage like appendage be reached his hand back and she realized what happened. "Chris..i-i can explain." He stood up and looked at her and started removing his shirt. She was confused as he lifted uo the black shirt he revealed a binder covering his chest. She was astonished and jumped up into his arms she held him tightly and kissed him deeply she felt relieved and free like a bathtub of water was drained and let off of her. "I never knew babe.." she said as she looked in his eyes "that makes two of us hehe." He giggled and kissed her again.