>*All characters 18+.*
The boy had wanted to stay safely in the car, in the parking lot, where other couples were locked in the sweatiest of youthful embraces.
“What, are you scared?” Abigail teased, and that was all it had taken for him to follow her out into the night. They had stumbled through the woods, her steps more assured than his, until the moonlit glen opened up before them. A large rock, draped in moss and fallen leaves, occupied much of the clearing, and the branches rose overhead like the ceiling of a cathedral.
“Here?” The boy squeaked. Everyone had heard the same warnings from their grandmothers about the glen.
But Abigail was already tugging at his belt, palms pressing against the shape of his bulge, and his protests fell away as her mouth closed around his half-hardened cock. The boy groaned, leaning against the large rock, hands clenching against the moss as Abigail worked diligently.
It did not take long.
The boy shuddered and came, crying out into the darkness, and the salty taste of his seed flooded Abigail’s mouth.
She stood – and spat her reward over the mossy stone.