The Written Tapestry

Drew lead his new girl...friend...towards the art classroom, narrowly dodging people along the way. He was just as reckless on his feet as well as his skateboard. "You alright back there, girly?" They finally arrive and he walks in, finding a seat in the back as per usual. He motions for Tasha to sit next to him.

Tasha looked ready to die every second they were in the crowded noise filled halls. Her color had completely drained from her face again, and she was about ready to head for the nearest exit when they finally found the room. "...fine." Looking around the room for a moment, she blinked when she realized her meat shield had moved, scurrying after him quickly to take the seat he'd pointed to. "Hi again."

Drew plopped himself down and smiled at Tasha. "Hey there!" He looked around the room. "So you like drawing? I'm not much of an artist myself...I like drawing swords, that's about it."

Tasha bit her lip to keep from giggling at him, her eyes lighting up slightly when she realized the teacher was passing out paint. Fanfuckingtastic! "Yeah, I sketch. Can't draw swords for shit, so you've got me beat there." When people had finally filtered in, she listened to the assignment and grinned quite happily. "...painting...hmm..."

Drew looked at the blank sheet of paper in front of him and the paint. He took his hat off and scratched his scragly hair, replacing the hat quickly. "Well uhh...that's cool...cause I've got no fuckin' clue what to do." He looks over at her and shrugs. "Guess I'll just paint something random. What're you gonna do?"

Tasha looked at the brushes laid out on the table, wrinkling her nose at their poor condition. Seeming to think of something all of a sudden, her grin returned. Dipping a single finger into the paint, her hand darted out and plastered bright green paint all over the tip of his nose. "Paint, of course!" Lowering her hand, she couldn't hold back the fit of giggles as she looked over her masterpiece.

Drew tried to shield himself from her artistic onslaught but failed miserably, green paint all over his nose. "GOD DAMMIT TASHA!" He tried wiping it off his nose. "Least it's my favorite color, but shit!" He smiled at her as she began her little gigglefit, finding it incredibly cute. He couldn't help but laugh along with her.

Tasha laughed until she was near tears and quickly wiped her eyes, sighing softly. "Youuuuuuu're welcome!" Returning her attention to the sheet in front of her, she snatched up one of the brushes and began cleaning it meticulously, her eyes moving to the clock impatiently. Odd for her to be in a rush to get out of art class. Maybe it was because of some...boy...or something...

-Time lapse-

Drew walked outside the school and went to go unlock his bike from the rack. He looked around for Tasha as he hopped on. Finding her standing near the curb, he rode up behind her really fast. With a twist of his hand brake he skid right up next to her. "Hey there, girlie! You gettin' on or what?" He grinned at her as he waited for her response.

Tasha yelped the second she heard the skidding, full on deer in the headlights as if she was expecting to be hit by a bus. When she realized she wasn't in danger, she slumped. "Took ya long enough, jerkface." Sliding her bag onto her back, she approached the bike and looked at where her feet were supposed to go with suspicion and uncertainty for a moment before finally climbing on. "...don't. kill me." And with that, she braced herself against his shoulders.

Drew scoffed at her. "Pssh, give me SOME credit at least. I used to have a buddy of mine ride on my handlebars, now THAT shit was fuckin' hard." He started off towards his house, making sure to take it somewhat slow so Tasha didn't fall off. "Make sure you hold on tight, sometimes these hills make it hard to balance."

Tasha scoffed from behind him. "I give credit where it's due, thank you. And I don't know how you drive yet! So...deal with it!" A brow perked at his warning, and she quickly leaned down and wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands resting gently against his chest. Pressing her lips in just close enough to brush against his ear, she whispered in as sultry a voice as she could pull off. "...like this you mean?"

Drew stiffened up a bit as she wrapped her arms around him, nearly losing control of his bike for a split second. As he recovered he swallowed hard and tried to keep his composure as she whispered to him. "Uhh, yeah like that." He chuckled nervously as they continued to ride. "You smell nice...what is that? Something cherry?"

Tasha grinned and tightened her grip when the bike wobbled. Sure, she was scared. But this was going to be fun. She might come out with a bruise or two, but he deserved this...even if he didn't know it. "Mhmm...cherry blossoms." Her voice remained low, almost a growl. As he rode on, her hands slid further down his chest, exploring wantingly.

Drew inhaled quickly as her hands explored his chest and beyond. He fought for the right words to say in this situation. Obviously he didn't want her to stop, but he also wanted to live. He tried concentrating on riding the bike, since they were close to his house. "You uh...you enjoyin' yourself back there, Tasha?"

Tasha sucked in a deep breath, knowing full well her chest would expand and press her breasts in harder against his back. Her hands pulled away and remained gone for several seconds before reappearing under his arms. After all, she just couldn't reach low enough from the former position. Hands back on his chest, she groped roughly before sliding them back down again until they came to rest between his legs. "...yes, I think I am. Mmm...Andrewwwwww..."

Drew inhaled deeply once more as he felt her breasts against his back. "God damn..." He couldn't hold his words in, unfortunately. As she moved her hands lower he twitched a bit, the bike following suit. "Hoooly shit...you work fast don't you?"

Tasha was beaming through the mischievous glint in her eyes, all too proud of herself for what she was doing to the boy in front of her. She slid, not enough to not scare herself and send them off balance, but enough to roll her breasts up and down his back, her hands squeezing gently and following the up and down movement. "...huh? I don't know what you mean..."

Drew tried to stay focused, though his eyelids slid halfway down as he couldn't help but get aroused at the situation. I mean...hot chick rubbing her tits on him. DAMN! They finally got to his house as he came to a stop, waiting a bit before he stood up for...obvious reasons. "You're lucky my parents aren't home right now!"

Tasha stiffened when the bike came to a stop, her hands immediately flying off of him. Readjusting her bag, she leaped down from her perch and stood next to him, not daring to make eye contact just yet. At his statement, her eyes widened slightly behind her hair. "...they're not?"