“I’ve gotta get out of here before it gets cold again,” Lilah said, almost to herself.
Runner glanced at her without breaking stride. He hated when she spoke that way, but he kept his mouth shut.
They were surrounded by decaying factory buildings, where the road’s surface was scarred by frost heaves and cracks with weeds growing out of them. Lilah was three years older, but they were both too young to remember when the industrial park had been active and booming.
Runner had a brief flash of the attention she’d be getting if the area were crowded with workers the way everyone described the old days. In a pair of tight, cutoff denims, her thighs were strong and svelte. Her clear skin was tanned a shade like melted butter. White cowgirl boots gave her long strides an air of power, while her firm, round breasts quivered with every footstep, mocking the thin tank top that barely held them.
Lilah was a corn silk blonde, and she wore it loose around her shoulders that day. It seemed whatever way she decided to wear it was Runner’s favorite.
“You gotta promise you’ll get outta here, too. First chance you get,” she said seriously. “Promise you’ll take one of those scholarships for September.”
“Yeah, sure,” he replied in a listless tone. It was the last thing he wanted to think about. It wasn’t leaving town that bothered him. He knew she was right about getting away, but the thought of being distant from her threw him into a panic.
Plenty of guys would be paying attention – more than she ever needed or wanted, a few of them might almost deserve her – but Runner felt an inexplicable sense of responsibility for her. He just didn’t trust anyone to look after her properly. It was a feeling he could never tell her about, and yet even though he knew she was very much aware of this, she would only laugh it off if he ever tried to say it out loud.
She kept staring straight ahead, as if she were looking at something miles away, still talking as much to herself as him, but then she stopped suddenly and gripped him by his wide shoulders. Even though he was so much broader and taller, he nearly dropped the plastic beach chairs in each hand.
Lilah looked up at him over the top of her oversized sunglasses. Her amber flecked eyes were dead serious.
“Promise me, Runner. I mean really promise. Don’t give me that bullshit you always think I want to hear.”
She was so close now Runner could feel her breath on his face. His throat felt tight and his body shivered from inside.
“Okay, I promise,” he finally said.
“Bullshitter,” she muttered. She let him go and shrugged the strap of the overstuffed bag she was carrying onto her shoulder, then turned to keep going.
“No, really, Lilah,” he added. “Definitely. I mean, if you leave, I’ll go nuts around here on my own.”
“Yeah, sure. Besides, with your grades and IQ you’ll be able to write your ticket. Between that and your music you could go anywhere.”
“Well you’re smart, too. You could…”
“Oh, don’t even try,” she cut him off. “I know I’m bright enough, Runner, but I’m nothing like you.”
“Actually, Lilah, you are. You’re just different…”
“Just forget it, okay?”
They turned down a chipped sidewalk leading to the tallest of the buildings. When they reached the door, Runner set the chairs against the bricks and waded through tall weeds to one of the first floor windows. He gave the bottom edge a hard 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 with a loud, creak. Lilah picked up the folding chairs and stepped inside while Runner shouldered the door closed and slid the rusty bolt back in place. He took the chairs back and followed her across the empty space to the stairs.
He watched the hypnotic movement of her ass as she led the way up three flights. By the time they reached the top, he was beginning to break a sweat, but not from the exertion. At six-one, with a solid, defined body, Runner could’ve spent half the day running up and down those stairs and barely break a sweat, but following Lilah up those flights in those shorts made him breathless.
Most people found Runner’s astonishing physique a contradiction to his high 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 to him. 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 father and Runner’s mother had had a relationship that never lasted six months, but the two of them had meshed so naturally neither of them even 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. He’d promised himself he would be. He knew there would be a time she didn’t need him like that anymore. Sooner or later, she’d find someone who’d fill the strangely shapeless spaces in her life he always had.
As Runner thought of her advice, and how he would soon take off in search of the rest of the world, an unshakable sense of sadness fell over him. He couldn’t help wondering what there was to give a shit about the world.
When they walked onto the roof, Lilah unrolled a pair of mats while Runner unfolded the beach chairs. He held his breath as he watched her bend over and pull a couple of insulated water bottles and a plastic bottle of tanning lotion from the canvas bag. Every muscle and sinew of her sleek legs stood out clearly while her cutoffs lifted above the taut crease of her ass cheeks.
He turned away before she straightened up, 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 simply used to, like it didn’t mean anything anymore. People just look at a body like hers.
Kicking off his sandals, Runner peeled his t shirt over his head and opened his baggy shorts, letting them drop to the surface of the roof. Standing tall and broad in tight blue boxer-briefs, he sensed Lilah inspecting him from behind her sunglasses. He felt good, even proud of the ripe, substantial bulge in his crotch, but he also felt self conscious and lowered himself onto one of the beach chairs.
He reached for one of the water bottles while Lilah kicked off her boots and lifted the tank top over her head, revealing the barely adequate black bra underneath. Then she unzipped her cutoffs and pushed them down, revealing panties that matched the bra. Runner closed his eyes, bathing his face in the sun before the sight of her caused his cock to balloon to full size and break free of his briefs.
He followed her by sound. A bottle of water for her. The other chair scraping on the roof and then creaking slightly as she lowered onto it.
After a couple minutes of silence, Lilah blew a loud sigh of frustration and Runner opened his eyes. She was looking at him with her head cocked slightly to the side.
“Runner? How come you never say much when I talk about getting out of here?”
“’Cuz I don’t like it. I know it’s coming, but I don’t like it.”
“You don’t wanna see me stuck here forever, do you? You’ll be going away to college and then where will I be?”
“I know, Lilah, I know,” Runner nodded, resigned.
Lilah picked up the lotion and squirted some into her palm. She started spreading it over her skin while Runner watched out of the corner of his eye.
“Besides,” she went on as she continued smearing her body with lotion, “it’ll probably be good for us to get away from each other for a while. Get some perspective on things.”
Runner’s jaw tightened and he gripped the flimsy plastic arms of his chair. He was trying to keep his reaction from looking too obvious, but he was pretty sure he wasn’t doing as good a job as he wanted. Just watching her spread that sheen across her lithe curves was already playing games with his senses. He had plenty to say, but he knew she was right and kept silent.
“The amount of time we spend together is…unusual,” she said after a while. “Do you know how many people have asked if you’re my boyfriend?”
Runner just waited while the tightness in his jaw spread to his throat.
“I mean, people talk, Run,” she went on. “A couple of my friends say things you wouldn’t believe. Ever since you bulked up like you are.”
“Who said what?” Runner sat up straight.
“You don’t wanna know, believe me. And then there’s my mother’s boyfriend. He looks at us funny most of the time.”
“He looks at you funny,” he pointed out quickly. “Way too much, if you ask me. Me, he barely notices.”
“Oh he notices you,” Lilah said. “He’s scared shitless of you.”
“He should be,” Runner responded calmly.
Lilah let that sink in. She knew her mother’s boyfriend looked at her in ways he shouldn’t, but she was used to that. Everyone did, and she barely noticed it anymore. She’d wondered if she should say something to her mother about it, but then she supposed the relationship would self-destruct like all the others sooner or later. And knowing Runner was never further away than a phone call, Lilah felt as safe as she needed to feel. No one would ever hurt her as long as Runner was around.
“Anyway,” she finally said, “neither of us is ever gonna have a normal relationship the way we’re going.”
He wanted to say she could go with him when he left for college, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the answer.
After a while, Lilah started to grow restless. She couldn’t seem to sit still, and finally sat up straight.
“Fuck it,” she said out of the blue while she unhooked her bra and tossed it on top of her other clothes. Then she took a deep breath and hastily slid her panties down her long legs and off her feet, tossing them the same way as her bra.
“Jesus, Li,” Runner barely breathed.
The pale triangles over her naked breasts begged attention. Her nipples looked puffy, with large, pink aureoles.
“Oh, c’mon, Run, haven’t you ever wanted to tan all over? Sure you have. It’s just us, anyway. Afraid you’re gonna get excited?”
“Well actually…yes,” he confessed.
Lilah stood up from her chair and stretched. It looked as if her body was moving twelve ways at once, and Runner could hardly catch a breath. She squirted more lotion on her palm and coated the sensitive white triangles in her skin. Except for a thin landing strip, her pussy was bare as a peach, and to Runner, it looked every bit as sweet and juicy.
“That’s natural,” she said. Her voice trembled slightly. “It’d be okay. Anyway, it’s not like those briefs are gonna hide what you’ve got.”
She was self consciously rubbing her lotion slick fingers over a round, naked breast. Runner felt her eyes on him as he finally stood up. His cock already felt too thick when he pushed off his briefs. He tried not to show how much he liked the way she looked up and down his body with a subtle smile.
“You’re gonna need some of this.” She handed him the lotion bottle and nodded toward his swaggering cock.
Even though he felt a tremor in his hand as he took the bottle, Runner wasn’t sure when he’d ever felt so powerful. It was as if he could feel the blood pulse through every muscle in his body. He suddenly stopped worrying about getting hard in front of Lilah. It would be a huge relief. Even if they felt they could never do anything about it, he liked knowing she’d see the physical proof of his feelings for her.
It would be a moment they’d never forget.
Lilah sat on one of the mats and watched him squirt lotion on his hand and spread it over the white parts on his hips and groin. He squeezed out another dollop of white cream and spread it thoroughly over his cock and nutsac. He felt anxious, but not a shred of shyness. His cock quickly grew thick and started to jut forward.
“Jeezus, Runner. You could injure somebody with that,” Lilah snickered. Then she lay back and stretched out her legs, patting the mat beside her. “Now come keep me company before you scare the vultures.”
Runner chuckled and lay beside her. Before long, he’d completely forgotten why he should ever feel nervous about being naked with her, and it started to feel like the most natural thing in the world.
They lay in silence for several minutes when he felt her reach for his hand. They held hands without talking, while Runner felt his cock get harder and hotter. Trusting Lilah’s eyes were closed against the strong glare, he kept reaching for his cock and stroked it every couple of minutes, easing that other, purely physical tension.
Eventually, Runner’s cock was rippling with hardness. His entire shaft and knob were thick with lotion and precum from his persistent stroking. He tried not to let Lilah feel his tension, but it seemed like all he could do to keep from crushing her hand.
The gaps between urges to stroke his cock grew shorter and shorter. He kept thinking of how she’d looked watching him undress. Her breasts were lush and firm, while her slit had peered up at him from between her shining thighs. Her pussy had looked so sweet and inviting. She was the most beautiful thing Runner had ever seen.
He felt her hand squeeze his as she let out a long, slow sigh. He knew she was watching him. He could feel it. He felt an odd mixture of embarrassment and pride, but his body’s pleasure and heart’s emotion were in control of his actions. He uttered a breathy growl and flexed his hips as his hand angled his rigid cock upward and continued pumping.
His precum dribbled so thick and fast his hot flesh was completely soaked. He listened to Lilah breathe deeply along with the soft slicking sound of his hand.
He felt her hand let go of his, sensed her weight shift, and then felt her hand on his thigh, a scant couple of inches from his balls. Her fingers slowly advanced, until she lightly grazed the skin of his sac. Runner froze, afraid the slightest move would make her take her hand away. It felt like time had frozen, too.
“I can do that for you, Runner,” she said quietly after a long moment of silence. “I don’t mind. I mean, I’d like to. It wouldn’t be like we were doing anything really serious.”
Runner opened his eyes, shading them with his hand. The vision that greeted him came straight from a dream. His astonishing Lilah, so sleek and raw, so beautiful, sitting cross legged beside him, looking inquisitively at his face while her palm slowly cupped his heavy sac.
“It would be serious to me,” he said, warning and pleading at the same time.
“To me, too,” she replied. “I just meant…it wouldn’t be the same as…”
“I know what you meant.”
He watched her intently. Lilah always seemed to ooze sensuality, like a skin she wore on top of her skin. She always seemed so in control of herself, but now she seemed almost shy, as if she were a little afraid of touching his cock. Runner had never seen her look this way.
He finally responded by slipping his hand down his cock and over her hand, encouraging her touch. Aching for it as there had never been anything else to ache for.
Lilah’s hand moved gently under his hand to lightly caress his balls. She brought the other hand to curl around his thick shaft, squeezing, testing his hard resilience. Runner moved his arm to prop himself up on his elbows and watched her explore his flesh with two, stroking hands. She raked her fingers along his pulsing length over and over again, making him drip more heavily than before.
“You’ve got a beautiful cock, Run,” she told him quietly. “I knew you would. I mean…”
She spent a long time studying his enormous cock, raking her fingers over his shaft and tracing the heavy ridge around his dome. She soaked her fingers with his dripping precum, lovingly smearing his tautly stretched skin.
“You’re so hard, but so…silky,” she said, almost to herself.
Runner could barely speak. It was all he could do just to control his breath.
“I love you, Runner. You know that, right?”
Runner nodded. “You know I love you, too, don’t you, Li?”
“Yeah,” she smiled. “I know. I always knew.”
She reached for the lotion and dribbled a couple of big dollops of cream onto his pulsing cock while she held him upright with the other hand. Then she started to work his shaft with both hands. It felt like she was stroking him in a hundred directions all at once. Runner practically whimpered and flexed his butt while Lilah’s hands kept pumping him.
“I wish I could do more, Run. A lot more. If you only knew how much I’d love to do everything with you. But that’s impossible for people like us.”
“Shhhhhh. Just relax and forget all that. I can never have you inside me.”
“Why?” It was part plea, part groan, and a question he already knew the answer to, even if he didn’t see it the same way.
“You know…nothing would ever be the same after that.”
Runner’s arousal grew until he could barely catch his breath, and his tightly defined muscles stood out in stark relief. He wanted to lay his hands on Lilah’s magnificent body so badly he wanted to scream, but he didn’t want to give her the slightest reason to stop stroking him.
She was making love to his cock with her hands. It felt a little hot and nasty, yet like something solemn at the same time.
“I really wish you were anyone else right now,” Lilah sighed deeply. “That cock would feel so good sliding up inside me. God, Runner, you’re the one I really want to fuck.”
Runner groaned with a tinge of desperation. “I love you. Lilah,” he said almost hopelessly.
“Oh Runner, I love you, too. You’ve always known that, haven’t you?”
He nodded silently, eyes burning with lust and admiration.
Lilah was visibly shaken by the intensity of his gaze. Runner thought he’d never seen her look more beautiful.
“You’re the only one ever treated me like I figured I deserve. I mean, if it weren’t for you, I probably never would’ve figured out I really do deserve somebody good.”
Lilah never skipped a stroke as they poured their hearts out. There was a palpable air of relief between them as they finally confessed the impossible truth in their hearts. She paused long enough to drip more lotion over his painfully swollen cock and then continued caressing him.
“You know I dream about … being in you?” Runner confessed. A crack seemed to form in his emotional dam, and it felt like it was growing wider and wider as the seconds ticked by. “Don’t laugh, but…I kind of dream if I could only be…inside you…deep…and let you look me in the eye when I tell you I love you…you’d know…and you’d always be mine.”
“Runner…” she sighed. Her eyes glittered with a rush of moisture that threatened to spill down her cheeks.
For a moment, it seemed as if she didn’t know what to do next. She released her grip on his oozing cock and clenched visibly. Then she pressed one hand between her thighs and started massaging her pussy while she resumed stroking his hard on with the other. Her breath deepened. Her full breasts heaved with rising pleasure. She closed her eyes and gnawed her bottom lip as the pleasure grew deeper, stronger.
Runner couldn’t take his eyes off her. The look on her face made it seem as if she was bringing herself as much pleasure as him, but he couldn’t imagine that was possible. His cock felt like it was burning up while Lilah’s hand drove him to the edge.
He needed to cum.
Soft, needy grunts sputtered from his throat while he rocked his hips, fucking into her firm grip. Lilah opened her eyes and turned her complete attention back to Runner, returning the hand from her wet pussy to his cock. She gripped his shaft tightly at the base with one hand and pumped him hard and fast with the other.
“Cum for me, Run,” she mewled. “Oh god, I love you so much. Cum for me now.”
All the tension and pressure in Runner’s body suddenly released in a torrent of cum. He gasped and spurt with dizzying spasms of pleasure. Even Lilah was gasping as if she were cumming with him. For a moment, Runner didn’t think he was ever going to stop spuming his thick froth, but the spasms finally subsided, leaving his body and Lilah’s hand spattered with cum.
“God, Run, there’s so much,” she mused, still sliding her hand up and down his froth covered cock.
Before he could catch his breath, she leaned over and planted a lingering kiss on his sap covered knob, smearing him over her lips. Then she leaned back on her own mat, spreading her thighs and lifting up her knees. Her pussy was soaking wet as she ground her cum drenched fingers against her bare slit.
“I…I’m sorry, Runner…I can’t…help…”
Runner watched her massage her clit for a several minutes, spellbound by her ardent squirms and rocking hips. He finally rose to his knees. Her eyes were on him as he scooped up a large dollop of cum off his chest and brought those same fingers to her pussy.
He pushed her hand out of the way and began massaging her clit with the slippery pads of his fingers. Lilah gasped and clutched at her quivering breasts, tweezing her engorged nipples as she arched her mound into Runner’s hand.
“That’s my cum all over your pussy now,” he told her as he slid a finger from his other hand into her broiling channel. “That’s so you’ll always be mine. No matter who you ever go with. You’ll always be mine.”
“Oh, Runner, yes. Yours,” she mewled weakly.
Lilah looked at him with wide open eyes, her jaw slack as she huffed for breath. Then she whispered his name and let her head drop back to the mat. She threw her arms off to each side and planted her feet further apart, opening herself even more. She lifted her ass slightly and ground her hips while Runner fingered her sheath and nub at the same time.
Her pussy seemed more like a work of natural art than just another naked body part. Her mound had a classic, pouty shape, with full, crimson lips that flushed scarlet the more aroused she became. She was oozing with the sweetest honey Runner could ever imagine. His fingers and her upper thighs were nearly drowning in it.
Soon after Runner felt the ripples in her pussy around his thrusting finger, Lilah’s entire spine arched and her hips jerked in time with her deep gasps for air.
“Run…Run…oh god, Runner!” she cried.
She seemed to take forever to cum, and he even wondered if she might not be cumming more than once. He hoped so. There was nothing he knew to compare to her at the peak of her deepest desires.
When her body finally started to relax, Runner leaned down and kissed her swollen pussy. He kissed her slit as hard and deep as he’d always yearned to kiss her pretty mouth, smearing her nectar over his lips and letting his tongue slide deeply inside. He felt her hand touch the back of his head while her pussy arched weakly against his mouth.
“I just needed to taste you,” he told her when he finally straightened up.
A moment later, they were lying just as they had been before, on their backs in the sun with their hands firmly clasped between them. They had everything and nothing to say, so they kept silent, just listening to one another breathe. A strong sun kept their bodies damp and steamy, while a light breeze drifted across them, barely taking the edge off the heat.
After a long while, Lilah meekly called his name.
“Would you please just lie here forever with me?”
“At least,” he replied. “At least.”
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