You’re a 16 year old girl who lives in Somerville, a small town in Boston, Massachusetts. The town was small enough for everybody to know everybody.

Chris and his friends were the bad boys of your town. They smoked, graffitied, drank, partied, got into fights and much more. Chris was always on his skateboard and when he wasn’t, he was carrying it around like his most prized possession. It was beaten up but, to him it was perfect.

You lived with your dad and everything about Chris, your dad hated. So, of course if he knew he was in your room right now, you on his lap, making out with him, your dad would freak out. Sure, you were the towns perfect girl but, every good girl needs their bad boy, right?

He was sitting on your bed, against the headboard and you were straddling his lap. Your lips were moving against his soft, plump, pink lips. They have been for a long time now. He had a tight grip on your hips, his hands sometimes slipping down to give your ass a slight squeeze.

After about a minute and a half of none stop making out, he pulled away for air. There was a big smirk on his face as he brushed his thumb over your swollen bottom lip, panting slightly.

“Y’a good kisser, y’know that, bunny?”