1. Skittles


    Date: 8/14/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Author: sprite, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    the wall. I felt Olivia tremble against me and immediately felt sorry for her. She was, in some ways, just a kid who’d gotten in over her head. Yeah, a drug addled, sex addicted kid, but I’d always had a soft spot for damsels in distress. “I know somewhere safe to hole up. It’s close by. You up to taking a bit of a walk, or you want me to carry you?” “I can manage. I think.” She sounded determined, if unsure. Rough around the edges I might be, but I knew when and how to be a gentleman. Before we set off, I pulled my coat off and got her into it, giving her at least the illusion of modesty. Poor kid looked shell shocked. Can’t say I blamed her. Must have been a rough night for her, even before the party ended with a bang. “Come on. It’s safe, warm, and there’s a tub. We can get you cleaned up and fed. Trust me, you’ll feel better once you’ve got some grub in your belly. “Thank you,” she said, her voice still trembling a little. “I mean it.” “No problem, Kid-“ “I am not a kid,” she said, petulantly, her mouth forming a pout that made me want to take her in my arms and kiss her like she’d never been kissed before. Damn, she was a looker. “I’m eighteen.” Giving her a lopsided grin I simply motioned for her to follow me, wisely not saying a word as she slipped her hand hesitantly into mine and held on for dear life as we made our way carefully through the dark, occasionally stumbling over a loose rock or a fallen limb until, finally, we were at the bottom of the hill upon which ...
    Ivy’s place sat. “Couple of blocks to go. You’re doing good, ki- Olivia.” “Thank you, Mister Chase,” she said, squeezing my hand shyly. “Don’t mention it. And call me Frank.” oOo The night began to grow chilly. Thankfully we didn’t have far to walk. Still, by the time we reached the bungalow that I’d been paying rent on in case I ever needed to go on the lam, she was shivering. It seemed only natural to put my arm around her shoulder and keep her close, so she could absorb some of my warmth. Pulling out my keys, the soft jingle seeming loud in the quiet little neighborhood, I pushed open the door and ushered Olivia in, before shutting and closing the bolt behind us. The Satyr’s hadn’t been after me, but it never paid to take chances. It wasn’t much. A few pieces of furniture, one lone electric bulb for lighting, an icebox, and a bed, all stuffed into one small room. Most importantly, though, it had indoor plumbing and I’d stowed some spare duds in the closet. Perfect for spending the night. I figured it’d be best to return Olivia to her home first thing in the morning. “Why don’t you get yourself cleaned up, doll? Should be a robe and some towels in there. Meanwhile, I’m going to pour myself a drink. You’re welcome to join me after.” “Sure, Frank. That sounds nice.” Her voice, though quiet, at least sounded steady. At least she wasn’t some fragile flower ready to fall apart the first time someone said ‘boo’ to her. I was impressed. I listened to the water run while I helped ...
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