you could put whatever name you wanted to it

he called it Miscreant

hed be the miscreant

What do I do she asked as she tugged her black athletic top up

no amount of tugging was going to keep her inside it

she knew it

all evening shed tugged it up

all evening he enjoyed watching her doomed attempts

What do you do he laughed 
             RUN!

he startled her badly

her eyes bugged

she broke into a run fueled on the booze they imbibed and now this sudden panick

nervous laughter and hysteria broke in her throat

IM COMING TO GETCHA!

she wasnt athletic

her bodytype didnt allow it

he gave her a headstart a scarce miserable modicum of hope while taking in her round ass as she ran

he broke into a lop after her

RUN! IM COMIN!

he figured hed have her nearly at the corner under the amber cone of light descending from the streetlamp

her thick black hair heaving disappeared against her tank top and the night

only the white stitching on her jeans back pockets were evident     stride  stride  stride

she ran in a disorganised panick ahead of him

then he saw her silhouette against the light

he GROWLED as he beared down on her

he could hear her panting

then through her panick she asked  What are we doing

he GROWLED more ferociously

nearly at the corner he was nearly on top of her when she slipped awkwardly on the gravel and almost fell

she screamed

he grabbed a handful of her curly hair

she screamed again screamed as her feet started out from under her

he threw his arm around her his free hand clutching her full right breast his forearm crushing her left

he kept her from falling  

he could feel her heart pound against the veins in his arm 

he yanked her off her feet up against him

he began to slip

the gravel

among the gravel were emptied green husks

acorns maybe

an oily smell

no  olives  immature olives

there were larger orbs scattered too

dark brown galls

he wondered why the squirrels bothered with them

then obviously

they galled them

the laughter in his throat was menacing

she screamed again

SHADDUP!

then out of the darkness sculled a pale pinfeather

like a birchwood canoe bent on dumping its nonindigenous rider drown them in the fast deep river where eventually their flesh would split and tatter and their bones abraded by grit and flow would become slick and smooth as the hulls and gall

off to their right was a grassy incline under slivered shadows                                      

and with less effort than he thought or by the strength of his inebriation he staggered steps and twisted falling so she would land on top of him

the grass was long and aromatic

because of the incline and collected fallen leaves it cushioned their fall

he still had her by the hair and breasts  lessening his grip he turned her body towards him by her hair

she cried out

not a painful cry

her eyes were wide

her mouth wide

he pulled her face to his and kissed her

he let go of her hair

with both hands he pushed her shoulders up and away from him  

her legs went to either of his of their own volition

he could feel the heat and hardness of her pubic against his

leaning over him she shook her head

he could make out her large black eyes peering out through her tendrils of hair

Now you kiss me

her hands on his chest she did

then she arched her back and was off his mouth again

he reached up and yanked her top down tearing it at the neck

the clasp to her black bra was between her breasts

he sprung it and like batwings parted its cups

he grabbed her breasts and pulled her down to him down to his greedy mouth

he bit the inside of one and then the other

he could feel his cock growing against her groin

releasing her breasts her pulled her head her mouth again to his

kissing him she ground her hips against his cock

then breaking their kiss her hands to either side of his head her breasts crushed together between her biceps her nipples erect thin spittle like spiderwebs between their faces

wordlessly she looked into his face asking What

she smiled wolfishly

wolfishly he smiled back

they understood their mute language

her hands went to his jean buttons

his to hers

the oily olive smell gave way to their musk

they turned over and again over   over again on the cool long grass fucking each other above the intersection in the ribbed blind the tree limbs threw on them scarcely secreting their animal runting

two miscreants    

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