the rain is wetting your shoes as you walk along the road, waiting to be home. you’re listening to the raindrops falling on your umbrella, thinking about the missing children. how could it be possible, a whole class of kids going missing at the same time?

as you almost get lost in your thoughts, you see him. a skinny, rat-like young man with a bruised eye and a cap. he doesn’t have an umbrella, so he’s dripping. he’s walking towards you, trembling.

”s-scuse me miss, but you wouldn’t happen to got a dollar or two?” he says. you chuckle, almost wanting to correct his grammar. ”i do have something”, you say, reaching for your pocket. you hand him five dollars. the man smiles at you. ”thank you so much”, he says.

”what’s your name?” you ask. you’re curious about him, he’s cute in an odd way. ”j-james”, he answers. ”what’s yours?” james asks, hands in his pockets. you tell him your name with a smile. ”that’s a lovely name, for a lovely lady”, james says. he immediately regrets his words. ”s-sorry, didn’t mean to…” he starts, but you cut him off. ”it’s alright”, you say with a smile.

you’re eying james, and you start feeling kind of sorry for him. he looks lost. ”what do you say i buy you a coffee?” you ask.

james looks surprised. ”no, no.. a girl like you wouldn’t want hanging out with me”, he says. ”can’t i be the judge of that?” you say, gently stroking his hand. james flinches from your touch. ”well, if you say so”, he says with a smile.

you head to a nearby coffee shop. the people inside look at james with frowns on their faces. he does look homeless. ”you can get anything you want”, you say to james. ”well.. can i get a latte with vanilla syrup and a croissant?” james says to the cashier. ”and for you?” she asks. an americano, please”, you respond.

you sit down next to the window. ”you know, i’ve never been in a coffee shop with a girl like you”, james says, avoiding eye contact. ”and what kind of girl am i?” you say, flirting. james blushes. ”i- i mean.. you’re all.. fancy”, he stutters. you burst into laughter. ”fancy? me?” you chuckle. james grins. ”i mean, yeah”, he says.

the barista brings you your drinks and food. james grabs the croissant immediately, munching on it like he’s starving. ”when’s the last time you ate?” you ask him, a bit worried. ”it’s been a while”, he mumbles. ”you poor thing”, you say, sipping your coffee. ”it’s alright, i get by just fine”, james says. he takes a sip of his coffee. ”fuck, this is good”, he moans. you chuckle. there’s something really innocent about him, even with the bruised eye.

”so where do you live?” you ask james. he pauses for a while before speaking. ”i got a place in the woods”, he says, a bit embarrassed. ”the woods?” you chuckle, assuming that he’s joking. ”i’m being for real”, james says. ”oh, i’m sorry”, you say. you mean it. ”it’s fine, a fancy girl like you wouldn’t get it”, he says with a grin. you chuckle again. ”why don’t you show me?” you say. james chokes on his coffee a bit, coughing. ”s-show you?” he says. ”yeah, show me”, you say, stroking his hand. james starts gulping his coffee. ”woah, slow down”, you say.

”i gotta go to the bathroom”, james says, seemingly nervous. ”take your time”, you say, smiling. you have no idea why you’re flirting with this clearly homeless drug addict, there’s something about him that turns you on. the way he speaks, the way he’s so nervous around you.

james comes back soon. ”so… you wanna head out?” he asks, hands still in his pockets. ”sure”, you respond, finishing your coffee. james starts leading you towards the woods. it’s not raining anymore.

you walk in silence, it’s a bit awkward. ”so… those missing kids”, you say, trying to break the silence. ”yeah, a real shame”, james says. ”the pigs aren’t doing their job”, he continues, seemingly annoyed. ”yeah, you’re right..” you say. ”i hate police stations”, he suddenly says. ”why is that?” you ask, curious. ”just don’t like them”, james answers, looking at you.

you arrive in the woods, and james starts walking on a small path. you follow him, a bit scared. he could easily kill you. he’s really skinny, so you could take him in a fight, but if he has a knife…

james stops in front of a small, blue tent. ”this is it”, he says. ”this is your house?” you ask, trying not to be judgmental. ”yeah, i know it’s embarrassing. i’m trying to find a place, but it’s hard..” james sighs. ”i get it”, you say.

he opens the tent and goes in. you reluctantly follow him. it’s small, so you’re almost an inch away from each other inside. you freeze when you see used needles. ”don’t worry, i’m not gonna sting you”, james chuckles. ”unless you want me to..”, he adds. he takes off his wet jacket, and you see that his arm is full of needle holes. fuck, what did you sign up for?

he starts rolling a joint. ”you smoke, fancy girl?” he asks. ”sometimes”, you say. he grins and keeps rolling, licking the paper. when he’s finished he takes a lighter and lights it, inhaling. he hands you the joint. you take a deep drag, blowing out the smoke. ”woah, easy”, james chuckles. he then takes a drag himself.

you smoke in silence, eying each other. ”so… why did you come here?” james asks, his eyes already red from the weed. ”maybe i like you”, you answer, chuckling. he smirks, taking another drag. ”and what does a girl like you see in a guy like me?” he asks. ”you’re cute, first of all. and you’re funny. and i bet you’d look great between my legs”, you say. you’re usually never this direct, but the weed has that effect on you.

james lifts his eyebrows. ”shit..” he says, laughing. ”you’re the first girl who’s told me something like that”, he adds. ”come here”, you say, grabbing james by the cheek. he obeys, leaning in. then he presses his lips on yours, carefully. he tastes like weed and rain. you answer to his kiss, hungrily. you grab his face and push your tongue inside his mouth.

you make him lie down and keep kissing him, wet and sloppy. he grabs your ass and starts fondling it. he’s moaning into your mouth. you part from his lips, a trace of drool connecting your mouths.

you stand up and start taking off your pants. james sits up. ”no, stay”, you order him. he lies back down, grinning. you peel down your pants and panties, throwing them on the ground.

you sit on his lap. ”you’re gonna eat me out now”, you say. ”yes ma’m”, james says, smirking.

you sit on his face with your whole weight, your ass crashing onto his skin. his nose is rubbing on your clit. he starts licking and sucking on you, foul sounds leaving his lips. you moan and start grinding on his face.

james whimpers against your cunt, his tongue finding your clit. he starts sucking on it, hands grabbing your buttocks. his whole face is on you, your thighs squeezing against his head.

he’s moaning loudly while eating you, clearly enjoying himself. he suddenly pushes his whole tongue inside your cunt. you moan in pleasure as he twirls his tongue around yours walls.

he goes back to your clit, and your legs start shaking. you moan as you cum inside his mouth, and james swallows every drop of your squirt. you release him from your grip. he’s panting, face all wet from your squirt. ”you taste so fucking good”, james says, looking up at you in awe.

”your turn now”, you say, pulling him up. you start unzipping his pants. ”you don’t have aids, right..?” you ask james. ”nah, don’t worry”, he answers. you take his cock out. it’s hard and flushed, already weeping precum at the tip.

you slowly take his cock inside your mouth, licking and sucking on it. james lets out a loud moan as you start dragging your mouth around his cock, the salty taste filling your every tastebud.

”f-fuck..”, james moans, grabbing your head with his hands. he starts mouthfucking you gently, thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth. you gag once or twice, but manage to breathe it out. you let him do it, it turns you on.

you feel his cock twitch inside your mouth, he’s close. you gently squeeze his balls with your hand, picking up your pace. james moans, his brown eyes rolling back.

james comes inside your mouth with a deep grunt. the salty taste of his semen fills your mouth as you swallow.

”fuck, you were so good”, james sighs and lights the joint again. he takes a drag and hands it to you as well. ”i want you to fuck me, james”, you say, blowing out the smoke on his face. james chuckles. ”well damn, gimme a sec”, he says, stroking his cock.

”i’ll help you out”, you say, taking his cock into your hand. you start dragging your hand around his cock with a steady pace. it hardens instantly. ”f-fuck, you’re not even letting me breathe, fancy girl”, james chuckles.

”lie down”, you order. james obeys, smirking.

you straighten his cock under you and slowly push it in. you both moan. you start moving, slow and steady. you start riding james, your squirt dripping on his cock. ”messy girl”, james chuckles. ”shut up”, you say. ”gimme a kiss”, james whines. you lean in and kiss him, moaning against his mouth. james puts his arms around you and starts guiding your pace.

you’re moaning against each others mouths, kissing sloppily. james pushes his tongue inside your mouth, twirling it against your tongue.

you pick up your pace, his cock slamming against your clenched walls. ”fuck, i’m close”, james moans. ”already?” you ask, chuckling. ”can’t help it, you’re so fucking beautiful”, james moans and leans in to kiss you again.

you keep fucking him, grabbing his hair. he suddenly grabs your ass and makes you stop. you feel his cum pouring inside you, it’s leaking on his cock as well. ”you, uhm, you’re on birth control?” james asks. ”nah, i’ll get myself a plan b pill from the pharmacy on the way back”, you answer. ”good.. i’d pay for it, but..” james mumbles. ”it’s fine, pretty boy”, you say, giving him a kiss on the cheek. james blushes.

”you.. wanna cuddle for a while?” james asks carefully. ”sure”, you say with a smile. you curl up into his arms, stroking his chest. he’s still panting, his heart beating fast.

you close your eyes as you listen to his heartbeat.

”you wanna go on like a real date some day?” james asks. ”i’ll pay”, he adds. ”you don’t have to do that..” you say. ”i know, but i want to”, he says. ”i’d be glad if you took me out on a date”, you say, placing a soft kiss on his chest. james smiles.

you lay there for a while, listening to the wind. ”alright, i have to head home”, you say, sitting up. james looks disappointed. ”can i at least get your number?” he asks. ”yes, yes you can”, you respond. you type your number into his cell and give him a kiss. ”i’ll walk you home!” james says. ”no need!” you answer. you didn’t want him knowing where you live, not until you got to know him.

you step out the tent and gasp. you’re sure you see a woman with red hair waving at you between the trees. but when you blink, she’s gone. ”what’s wrong?” james asks. ”nothing!” you quickly respond.

”take care of yourself now, and call me!” you say to james. ”at least lemme walk you out of the woods, you’ll get lost”, james says, stepping out of the tent. ”fine”, you sigh.

you start walking in silence. when you reach the road you give james one last kiss. he moans into the kiss, grabbing your waist. ”i’ll miss you, fancy girl”, he says. ”i guess you’re gonna have to call me then”, you say, grinning. he nods and starts heading back.