Billie

I catch myself staring as Billie chews absentmindedly on her ruby red lips. "Are you wearing some kind of lip stain?"

"Yeah, anything else comes off all over my teeth." She grins, cute as hell, and she knows it. Today she's wearing a strawberry print dress, tight on her bust, flaring out at the waist. She doesn't have a bra on and I can see the bump of her nipple.

We pick up our ice cream from the counter; mango sorbet for her, and cookies and cream for me.

"Let's walk through the park!" Billie turns and starts stepping down the bridle path, her dress swishing around her hips. I follow her, feeling comparatively underdressed in my band t-shirt and jeans. I did take the effort to put on mascara today, though, to highlight my pale green eyes. I wanted so badly for her to think I was cute too. I'd never wanted to fuck someone so badly, ever.

I catch up to her. "So, did you have fun at the party last night?" I ask.

"Yeah, it was cool." She looks away from me and starts talking about how many people were there and who they all were. I let my eyes wander over her body as she talks, admiring her tanned legs in their pink stockings, her cute little butt in that tight dress.

"Are you hungry?" Billie asks me, after a few minutes of walking in silence.

"Starving," I reply, and she grins at me again. It's like she knows something I don't know yet; a secret between us that's just waiting to be told. Her lips part slightly and she bites on her bottom lip again; another thing she does that makes me want to pull out my dick right then and there.

We sit down on the grass under a big tree near the lake and unwrap our ice creams. "This is so nice," Billie says dreamily as we sit next to each other on the grass with our legs crossed, eating our dessert together in companionable silence. We're both wearing sunglasses, so we can't make eye contact with each other easily but somehow that makes this even more intimate for me; the world melts away until it's just the two of us under this tree together... There's no one else here except us… I think of something suggestive to say but before I get a chance to open my mouth Billie speaks first: "Do you wanna see something weird?"

She takes off her sunglasses and drops them onto the grass beside her bare feet. Then she leans forward toward me with an impish grin on her face and lifts up her long black hair off of the back of her neck. She lets go of it again slowly so that it falls down behind herself like a curtain, obscuring most of what lies underneath it from view - except for one small strip of skin running vertically along either side of her spine from just below where her hairline ends right down past where it meets up with the strap of her dress at either shoulder blade... The strip is covered by a thin layer of shiny pale pink makeup...

The smoothness and cleanness suggest some kind of liquid foundation rather than any kind of body paint or powder - though if you look closely you can still see tiny shimmering flecks embedded within it which look almost like diamonds... They're too big to be sequins or anything though - too round for that - maybe they're rhinestones?

I stare at her, completely mesmerized. She laughs and drops her hair back over her shoulders. "That's a body tattoo!" she exclaims with a grin, watching me for my reaction.

"It is not," I reply, staring back at her with wide eyes. "Are you kidding?"

"No!" She takes a long lick of ice cream off the side of the cone. "It was supposed to be some kind of temporary thing but it ended up lasting forever." She grins again and starts talking about how one time she thought she had it removed but then when she went to get a new tattoo somewhere else on her back they told her that they couldn't get rid of it without taking off most of the skin underneath...

I'm still staring at the pale pink lines running down either side of her spine; fascinated by them, entranced... I want so badly to reach out and touch them - to feel their texture against my fingertips - but I don't dare make any sudden movements or say anything because if Billie notices that I'm interested in this then surely she'll just take off all her clothes right here in public and run away with me into the forest where we can do whatever we want together... She could be completely crazy and have escaped from an asylum or something like that for all I know; maybe I should just try to talk calmly with her instead? But then if I try to talk calmly with someone who's crazy they might get really mad at me... Maybe if I pretend like nothing's wrong everything will turn out fine in the end? What should I do?!

We finish our ice creams. Billie leans over toward me again, grinning mischievously as she looks deep into my eyes. Then suddenly before I can react she pushes herself up onto all fours above me and presses herself against my chest as tightly as possible while leaning forward until our faces are almost touching; it feels like there's barely any space between us now even though we're both sitting upright on our knees... It doesn't seem like an aggressive movement but somehow there's something predatory about it too - maybe because even though we're not making eye contact anymore (she has looked down towards my mouth instead) there's no doubt whatsoever in my mind what she wants now: There's only one reason why anyone would ever do something like this... Her tits are squashed up against me too, nipples hard through both our shirts; we're so close together that we're almost kissing - If I lean forward just a tiny bit more our lips will touch...

She looks back up at me again and then licks her lips slowly with the tip of her tongue. Her breath smells like mangoes. "Do you wanna see something even weirder?" she asks me, smiling seductively, and before I can reply she leans in closer and brings her mouth to my ear. I feel her warm breath tickling my skin as she whispers something into it; it feels like a tiny electric shock running down my spine - making me shiver - but also like a whisper in the dark: It makes me so excited that all of my senses are heightened to an almost painful degree; it's hard to concentrate on what Billie's saying because all I can focus on is how close we're sitting together right now... How good it feels to have her body against mine... My heart is pounding and there's this intense tingling feeling spreading from where we're touching all over the rest of my body - it feels almost like pins and needles, except instead of being cold these feelings are burning hot...

"Okay..." I hear myself saying, barely able to believe that those words came out of my mouth. Billie grins at me, still whispering into my ear, and then she sits up straight again with a sly smile on her face; her pink lipstick is smeared across one side of her face from where our mouths were pressed together.

I want so badly for this moment never to end but I know that if I don't say anything now then Billie will get bored with this game pretty soon - or worse: She'll decide that she doesn't actually want to do anything after all! Maybe if I just sit here without moving for long enough then she'll take charge?

Billie takes off her sunglasses again and drops them onto the grass beside us. Then she turns around so that her back is facing me and reaches behind herself to pull down the zipper on the back of her dress; even though she's wearing white cotton panties underneath there isn't much point hiding them anymore because there's not much left covering any part of Billie's body anymore now except for some stray wisps of hair here and there… As soon as the zipper comes undone Billie grabs hold of both straps at either shoulder with both hands and pulls them down over each shoulder in one quick motion until the whole thing slides off past where it meets up with her stockings halfway down her upper arms - then leaves it hanging around both wrists like