Buck Buddies

>"Lincoln. You ready for our secret handshake?"
>Lincoln was blushing like red October.
>"I--I dunno, Luan. I think I might be a little too old to do this anymore."
>"Nonsense, Buck Buddy! The buck stops here!"
>With a giggle, Luan leaned in to click her teeth with Lincoln's. Lincoln weaved away, forehead sweaty and flushed.
>"I, uh, gotta go to bed! It's getting late, night!"
>And with that, he ran away, leaving a Lincoln shaped cloud behind. Luan gave a disappointed frown.
>"I'm not giving up that easy, Lincoln. We're buck buddies and if you're gonna be stubborn, I'm gonna have to buck bronco!"
>With a satisfied giggle, she stealthily slithered up the stairs.
>Target: Lincoln's room.
>The door creaked open slowly. The light of the hallway illuminated Lincoln's sleeping face.
>Carefully closing the door behind her and tip-toeing sneakily to his bedside, Luan had a devious grin on her face.
>She carefully positioned herself on top of Lincoln. Very meticulous and careful not to wake him.
>With her face centimeters away from Lincoln, her smile widened.
>"Oh, Buck Buddy of mine~."
>Lincoln's eyes shot open. He pulled the sheets closer to his neck.
>"Uh... Hi Luan. You're uh... Really close to me."
>"Well, you know the consequences of slipping out on our Buck Buddy handshake, riiiiight?"
>Lincoln shifted his eyes from side to side nervously.
>"Well, I think it's a good idea to reconsider giving me a penalty buck tonight, and I'll tell you why--"
>Lincoln was interrupted by Luan pressing her lips against his.
>With a lip smack worthy of a peanut butter and nutella sandwich, Luan release Lincoln with a great big
>"Mwah!"
>Lincoln was staring into space, face crimson and sweaty as a jobbing Big Show. His breaths were deep and shallow, but he was at least breathing through his nose.
>Luan gave a joking shrug.
>"Sorry, Lincoln! I don't make the rules."
>Lincoln's eyes narrowed in annoyance.
>"Yes, you do."
>Luan gave him a condescending smile.
>"Oh! Well here I thought, you had PUN-ishment enough! But sounds to me like you want another penalty, huh?"
>Lincoln frantically shook his head.
>Too late.
>Luan put all her weight on Lincoln and decided to go for a more passionate kiss to teach him a lesson.
>Lincoln couldn't shake her off. She was bigger than him, and as rude as it sounds, weighed more.
>He could feel her tongue moving around in his mouth.
>He opened his mouth a little to protest.
>He felt her front teeth click lightly against his.
>She pulled away immediately, a string of saliva still connecting them. Sitting up on him.
>Straddling him, almost.
>Her face was flushed and as sweaty as his. She could barely speak between breaths.
>"There! Was that... Huff, huff, so hard... Huff, huff, Buck Buddy?"
>Lincoln's eyes were wide. Staring at Luan. He couldn't speak.
>Luan started fiddling with her ponytail.
>"Huff... What? You shouldn't, huff...stare like that..."
>She could feel her face getting hot from his gaze.
>She also felt something hard touching her butt. She jumped a little at the sensation.
>Lincoln was scrambling for an excuse.
>"It's... It's... The friction! I swear!"
>She looked down wide-eyed, them shot Lincoln a sly smile.
>"And I thought getting you to do the handshake was HARD!"
>Finding a sudden strength within himself, Lincoln grabbed Luan by the waist and reversed their positions do that Luan was lying down and he was sitting up.
>Surprised, Luan held on to Lincoln's shoulders.
>"Whoa, well I guess this is better than throwing me UP!"
>Lincoln went in for a kiss. Mostly to shut her up. But he took the chance to let her hair down.
>Luan immediately got into it as well.
>It was evident this kiss was doing it for her. She was moaning like a ghost.
>Lincoln started rubbing up against her. Even through his pyjamas, he was hard enough for her to feel him pressing up against her lips.
>She was getting wet. And she didn't care about causing a mess.
>She pulled away from the kiss a little.
>"Lincoln! Ikea furniture!"
>"What?"
>"Insert column A into slot B!"
>Lincoln's undid his pants and Luan pulled her panties down.
>As Lincoln moved in closer, she wrapped her legs around his lower back, giving him the bedroom eyes.
>She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then moved her eyes around as if finding the right words.
>"I got nothing." She said.
>"Not yet, you don't"chimed Lincoln.
>They tried their best not to make too much noise. Everyone was asleep and Lincoln's room lacked significant soundproofing.
>Luan was surprisingly sensitive around her neck. Whenever Lincoln touched her there, she'd tense up and tighten considerably around him.
>Lincoln felt some light scratches on his back as she held on to him. No significant pain, but a noticeable stimulation.
>He liked the way her socks felt on his lower back. He always thought they looked good on her.
>She liked the way he'd alternate between going half-way in and filing get up entirely.
>He'd click his front teeth to hers calm her down when she was getting too noisy with her moans.
>It made her giggle a little and settle down.
>But it also made her tighten like a Boa Constrictor, which he liked.
>She also liked it when he just went in and grinded it inside.
>God, she really liked that.
>When Lincoln was at his limit, she wouldn't let him pull out.
>She wanted him to finish inside.
>"Luan, this isn't funny! Something's coming!"
>"I beg to differ. This is hilarious! Now come on! I'm hungry for some cream p--!!!"
>She was interrupted by the sensation of him coming inside her. Lincoln held on tight. Felt her hard nipples rubbing against his chest.
>They laid together for a few minutes. Lincoln was still inside her.
>"W-what was that? It felt incredible!" Lincoln asked, out of breath.
>Luan had her mouth covered with both hands and a tear streaming down her cheek. She almost screamed from the sensation of cum shooting inside her with such intensity.
>Her eyes were rolled back. She was still twitching down there.
>"Luan? Are you okay?"
>She nodded with her mouth still covered.
>"Mm-hmm!"
>Lincoln was able to pull out now that she didn't have him in a leg lock.
>"So am I off the hook for a penalty buck?"
>She straightened up her hair and dress.
>"This time, buck-o!"
>Back to her old cringey self.
>She got up to leave.
>"But we'll do our handshake tomorrow night for sure. Unless you want another penalty!"
>"Sure, Luan."
>As she walked out the door, Lincoln climbed onto his bed. The mirror reflection showed the words BUCK BUDDY lightly scratched into his back.