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**Title: “Shots Fired, Passions Fantasized”**

The lush, emerald forest offered a tantalizing camouflage as Lina and Felix snuck away from the group’s laser tag expedition. The sun-dappled path stretched out before them, its seclusion beckoning with the promise of mischief. Lina giggled, her pert breasts bouncing lightly under her tight, white t-shirt as she playfully shoved Felix. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this. If anyone catches us…”

Felix’s boyish grin widened, his azure eyes glinting with mischief. “What, out here in the great outdoors? Not a chance.” His gaze flicked down to her perky cleavage, then back up to her face. “Besides, I thought you were due for a little excitement in your life.”

Lina rolled her eyes but failed to hide her smile. She lets him lead her further off the beaten path until the trees obscure their view of the trail. When they stopped, the only sounds were the distant chatter of their-band of merry misfits and the gentle rustling of leaves above.

Felix turned to face Lina. His olive skin seemed even darker against the green backdrop. “So then.”

“So then,” Lina echoed. “What did you have in mind, Romeo?”

In one swift move, Felix backed Lina against a tree. His hands found her wrists and pinned them above her head. The rough bark scratched against her sun-kissed skin. “This.”

Their lips crashed together in a heated frenzy. Felix’s tongue delved greedily into her mouth. Lina matched his fervor, nip-for-nip. They truly lost themselves in the dancing of their mouths and tangle of tongues.

His hands slid lower, along her sides, slow and teasing. The warmth of his skin made her shiver. His fingers fringed the hem of her shirt before slipping underneath. Lina gasped at his touch. He palmed her breasts, circling her exposed nipples as they hardening under his touch. Lina arched into him, seeking more.

Felix drank in her dazed look, Files of lascivious intent flickering across his face. While one hand continued worshiping her bosom-budding bud. His other trailed down to the waistband of her khaki shorts. He popped the button with a devilish smirk.

Lina reached for his belt buckle. “Fair is fair, hombre.” Expertly she undid his pants. Felix sprang free, his cock bobbing to attention. He was hard and ready, a lover’s arrow poised for the kill. Lina wrapped her small fingers around his shaft. She pumped up and down, gentle at first then faster when his eyes rolled back.

“I want you,” Lina hissed. Her free hand fumbled with her own shorts. Kicking them aside revealed damp patches. Felix groaned at the sight. Lina tugged him down by his belt. “Now.”

Without hesitation, Felix sheathed himself fully. A loud moans spilled from Lina’s lips. The air was filled with their delightful sounds of coupling. Felix established a strong rhythm. His bud flexed as he gripped her hips and drove himself deep. Lina urged him on, her voice high and breathy. The tip of his cock kissed her cervix. When Felix hooked a finger to rub against her clit, Lina shattered loudly. A scream of rapture joined the birds’ serenade.

*Distant leaves rustle*

Lina and Felix froze. Footsteps crunched on leaves mere yards away.

Lina scrambled to dress, her shorts a tangled mess. Shit! Someone’s coming. This could be bad. Felix hastily tucked himself away, hands shaking. “Downstream,” he mouthed.

They crept away, hearts pounding in their ears. His hand clung to hers as they ran, leaping over logs and underbrush. They slid to a stop at the riverbank, catching each other in a breathless embrace. The cool stream lapped at their toes. Exhilarated and terrified, they collapsed in giggles.

“Okay,” Lina panted, “That was crazy!”

Felix caught his breath, grinning like a maniac. “Best crazy ever.”

She smacked his arm but couldn’t hide her smile. From shock and sheer adrenaline, they were drunk, tipsy on their audacious moment. But then, from afar, a suspiciously human whistle pierced the air. Their heads whipped around in unison. Was it a whistle, or just their imagination rattled from their illicit interlude?

“We should get back,” Lina said reluctantly. “Who knows what those pervs back at camp will do if they get their hands on more ammo.”

Felix sighed but nodded. As they started back, still holding hands, a new wave of goofy euphoria overcame them. They burst out laughing and stumbled-walked the rest of the way, captivated by the electrifying memory still pulsing in their flesh. At camp, they snuck past the other Holden, barely managing straight faces. In the moment of respite in the woods, Lina and Felix indulged a fantasy forbidden by convention. They took a chance on the unexpected and found the thrill of the chase was incandescent in her cellulite butt.

Now the pulse still thrums between Lina’s thighs as she recalls the sensation of their connection, still so virile, still so exciting. Her heart drums high in her chest as she lands breathless in their cabin. In the reprieve of respite, she feels ønsked, unshamable, invigorated. Here’s to the ones who dance through the fire with stamina and to the girls who chase, editors rarely understand.