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hey dudes, this is the first story i have ever wrote, since i cant draw i thought i'd try to paint a picture with words. please rate and comment, im open to constructive criticism but please.. be gentle ;3 if enough people like this story or ask for a sequal i may continue writeing, but we'll see. this is just to see if i got what it takes to be a decent writer. this story contains yiffy acts if your underage dont read, but if you a horny teenager this isnt gonna deter you :P Peace, Love, and enjoy.

"I got gig tonight; I'll be back in a few days mah!" Artimus yelled from across the house to his mother.

While she was still brushing her teeth and getting ready to start her day, but before she could respond she heard the door close. Alls she had time to do was give a slightly annoyed sigh and then went back to brushing her teeth. Artimus is a 19 year old raccoon college student living with his mom to avoid the cost of dorms and food, he has an average stature, not terribly muscular but you could see the slight definition in his physique. He looks like any normal raccoon grayish fur, dark mask over his emerald green eyes and his bushy striped tail, the only thing really different about him was his admitantly unique name and his thick brown dreadlocks that went down to his lower back. Artimus wasn't very successful with women, he had a few girl friends but they all ended in painful heart break. So he decided to broaden his horizons and to look for love in both genders since he had fantasized about a couple of his friends before but quickly abandoned those thoughts because he thought of his friends more like family than friends.

It's been well more than a year since the last time he'd got laid, but despite all that Artimus was the happy-go-lucky type, he was deep in thought at times and wasn't overly talkative. Most people expected him to be a burnt out hippy at first glance (they were half right, he was indeed a hippy but far from burnt out) he looked like a flower child of the 60's, and he wore tie dye shirts and cargo shorts almost every day and he wore leather sandals but went bare foot as much as he could. He was also a musician; he dabbled in many different instruments from guitar, to piano, to banjo and didgeridoo and any percussion instrument he could get his hands on.

He was particularly fond of the percussion instruments namely his djembe's and conga drums. He and a few of his friends had formed a band over the years that they've known each other. It was Mark a black cat on bass/mandolin and back up vocals, Tony a pit bull on rhythm/slide guitar and main vocals, Jerrod a fox had lead guitar and banjo and then there was Artimus on percussion and didgeridoo. They could never really decide on a name for their band so it was changed often, either when they forgot what it was or when they thought of something better, but it was mostly because they didn't really care for a name they only had one so they could have something for them to be introduced by. Tonight how ever they were called Psychedelic Trance.

"You're late dude..." Mark said as he opened the door to his house for Artimus.

"Yeah well.... My bike got stolen the other day so I had to walk" Artimus said with a slight angry tone to his voice.

"Fuckin' savages in this town." Mark said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Tell me about it... well, in any case I'm here now, where's everyone else?" Artimus asked as they walked into the house to try to change the subject as he was still pissed about having his bike stolen and talking about it only made that feeling worse.

"We're all in the basement practicing for tonight and we could use our drummer right about now since we don't have a metronome to help keep the timing."

"Hehe" Artimus chuckled. "What would you guys do with out me" he said jokingly with a grin.

"...Get a new drummer." Mark said frankly matching Artimus' grin.

"Oh hah hah...Very funny, ya ass..." Artimus said after getting shot down.

As they descended the stairs to the fully furnished basement, the sounds of a familiar 70's rock song grew louder and louder. When they got to the bottom and opened the door Tony started singing The Knacks "My Sharona"

Artimus couldn't help but laugh to him self at how out-of-date that song is as he asked

"Hahaha, I haven't heard that song in ages. When'd you guys decide to learn it?"

"A few days ago, we got bored since you left for your house a few days early, so we thought we'd learn a random song since we all pretty much know all our songs inside out and backwards and depending on how well we can play it before tonight, we might play it some time during our performance." Mark explained.

"sweeeeeet." Artimus said still with a chuckle,

"Well, as far as I can remember, that had an easy drum line, it shouldn't be too difficult."

At that, Artimus went over to his drum set and began playing at first a little off beat but after a few seconds he was back on track and keeping up with everyone. Mark was soon to follow as he picked up his bass, it took him a few seconds to figure out what key the song was in but once he got it the song was actually sounding good it sounded as close to The Knacks as they could except that Mark's and Tony's voices are slightly deeper than The Knacks but that hardly mattered, they weren't goin' for exact, they were goin' more for fun. They spent the next couple hours practicing a handful of songs some originals others where covers. After awhile they decided to take a break to smoke a few joints and shake out the cramps in their hands.

"What time did we have to be at The Rat Cellar tonight?" (The Rat Cellar is a venue that books a couple up and coming bands each night that each has about an hour per set) Jerrod asked everyone as he exhaled a thick fog of smoke.

"Well for the 3rd time now, we go on at 8:30 tonight, but I told them we'd be there about an hour and half earlier so we could help set up the stage so we get some more money out of this." Tony said slightly annoyed by Jerrod's forgetfulness.

"Well we got a couple more hours to kill before we have to load up the truck and get the hell out of here." Said Mark "hmmmm, I'm starvin' balls. Who's on munchie duty this time?" he continued.

"NOT IT!" everyone yelled at once, but Jerrod being a lot more stoned than everyone else, was just a half second to late.

"Fuckin 'A' man, do I really have to?" he pleaded, everyone with out even giving him a second thought simultaneously said "Yes."

"Fuuuuuuuuuck meeeeee...Well... what does everyone want?" Jerrod said clearly pissed he had to drive and get everyone food.

"Everyone cool with Wendy's?" Artimus asked

"Yeah that sounds good." Mark said not really listening to what the question was.

Tony just didn't say anything at all, in stoned Tony language that's a "Just get some food I'm Fuckin starving!"

"All right Jerrod, just get a shit load of burgers...... and a frosty, get me a frosty! I got some serious cotton mouth right now and that frosty is the only thing that can fix that." Artimus struggled to say while trying to hold back a mean case of the giggles.

"Alright, if I'm not back in a half hour.......... Call the pohleece!"

Jerrod said laughing at him self for using a quote from Half Baked. At hearing that Tony snapped out of his trance like stare into space just in time to finish the rest of the quote.

"Dude, if you're not back in a half hour I'm callin' the Dominos guy!" After he said that there was a slight pause and then they all broke out into laughter and Jerrod walked away toward the door still laughing.

"So...... anyone feel like takin' a couple bong hits while we wait for the food?" Tony asked

Obviously knowing what everyone's answer to that question was. And before Mark or Artimus could respond Tony had already got up and was walking toward the stairs to get the 3 and half foot tall bong dubbed... "Goliath" Goliath wasn't just any bong, it was THEE bong, and it was dual chambered and had an ice catcher for the smoothest hit you can imagine. By the time Tony filled Goliath with water and an entire tray of ice and brought it back into the basement Artimus had got out the weed and grinder and had a good amount ground up and ready to be packed into the bowl. Tony had first hit and it went in a left hand rotation.

Soon the entire basement wreaked of the sweet smell of marijuana and Artimus being the second lightweight in the group, Jerrod obviously the first, was at his limit after a few hits from Goliath. It was down to Mark and Tony, the heavyweight pot smokers. Artimus could only watch in amazement the same way some one would watch a champion eating contest. Hit after hit between the cat and dog, Artimus could only laugh at the irony of the competition between these classic Tom and Jerry-like enemies.

You could tell they were nearing their limit when the bong made it to one of them they would stare at it for a few seconds, sigh then brace them selves for a another hit, but neither willing to let the other out smoke them, but soon there was no getting around it, Mark had no choice, he couldn't handle it any more and had surrendered to Tony. It seemed like they had smoked enough pot to tranquilize a bull elephant, Artimus with a look of amazement that they were still able to stand, but soon burst out into laughter as they both passed out. Artimus with all his will power keeping him self from drawing stuff on their faces with one of the many different colored sharpie permanent markers kept near by for just such occasions, but rationality managed to navigate through the haze shrouding his brain and he realized he couldn't because it takes a long time to wash out of fur and they wouldn't be able to go perform if the two front men of the band had giant cocks and balls drawn on their foreheads.

So instead to keep his hands busy to keep from doing that, Artimus decided to go into the back of the basement where the instruments where and played his didgeridoo and djembe until Jerrod got back. It wasn't to long before Artimus' ears pricked up at the faint sound of the upstairs door opening and closing, the first thought that came into his head was "Fuck yeah!! FROSTY TIME!!"

Jerrod came into the basement and saw the bong and Mark and Tony out cold.

"Lemme guess... they tried to out smoke each other again..." Jerrod said with a sigh trying to sound serious but failing miserably when he started laughing.

"Yeah, I think it's a cat vs. dog thing, it was an impressive show nonetheless." Artimus said laughing as he walked back to where everyone was sitting.

"Well, what's the most annoying way we could wake them up?" Jerrod asked with a devilish grin.

"Well I thought about drawing a giant cock on their foreheads with a sharpie, but luckily for them we have a performance tonight so all drawings are out of the question."

Artimus said while looking around, still scheming for other ideas.

"I got it!! I'll go get my crash cymbal off of my drum set and hit it right by their ears!!" Artimus said excitedly

"hahahaha, Brilliant!!" Jerrod said already cracking up at how funny it's going to be to watch.

Artimus hopped over the couch and ran and got his crash cymbal and placed it in-between them a good 6 inches away from both their ears and hit it as hard as he could with a drum stick. Jerrod and Artimus both collapsed from sheer laughter at the sight of them both jumping up with eyes wide as dinner plates both screaming

"WHAT THE FUCK MAN!!!!!!!"

After a few minutes Artimus and Jerrod got up wiping the tears from their eyes still laughing at the thought of their faces when it happened. The first one to speak clearly was Artimus and alls he could manage to say was

"food's... here..." before cracking up again.

The shared rage Tony and Mark had was soon replaced with the realization it was time to eat, the bong had intensified their already big case of the munchies to hights not yet reached by fur kind. Jerrod had bought twelve cheese burgers, four large cokes and one vanilla frosty. It was like heaven, as all the talking and laughing was replaced by the sounds of devouring fast food. Artimus how ever went straight for his frosty and was savoring every last bit of it and after he had eaten through about half of it, his cotton mouth was thoroughly cured and he managed to stop him self long enough to say

"It's...so...good!"

By the time everyone had finished eating and sat long enough to let all the food settle in their bellies. It was time to start loading up the truck. It took the better part of an hour to unhook, take apart, and Tetris everything into the bed of the truck so that it fit well enough that no one thought it was gonna fall out. They got some bungee cords and tied everything down nice and tight. By the time everything was done they had 45 minutes to drive the half hour it took to get there to help set up the stage, which was surprisingly good timing on their part. They all got in the truck and put on some awesome tunes and they were off.

When they finally got to The Rat Cellar they where just barely on time, because of bad traffic it took longer than usual. Everyone got out and went inside to look for the manager of the place. The manager was a pudgy bull dog named Adrian that smelt strongly of menthol cigarettes and waddled more than walked.

"Ah, you must be the new guys to this place, names Adrian, I know you Tony already, he's the one that guy you guys this gig, and what are the rest of your names" he asked.

"I'm Mark."

"I'm Jerrod."

"I'm Artimus"

When Artimus introduced him self Adrian had a puzzled look on his face.

"That's a weird name."

"Yeah, I get that a lot, my parents didn't want me to have a really commonly used name for some reason, ah well, I've kind of grown attached to- ."

"Any who!" Adrian said as he interrupted Artimus "you boys sure picked a good night to play, one of our regular bands are also playing tonight and they always draw a crowd so you guys if your good enough will get some good publicity tonight!"

When Adrian said that, all four of them got a little nervous.

"Hehe... I never thought we'd be playing in front of that big of a crowd, and that we would be following a seasoned band." Tony said nervously.

"Don't worry, you guys will do fine, now I know why your hear so early so lets start setting up that stage, its nothing big, just gotta hang a few lights and change some light bulbs, and then you guys can bring in your equipment, since the other band is scheduled to play first, don't worry about setting up your stuff quite yet, now follow me." Adrian said as he tried to move things along.

He then went to showing the boys what lights needed to be changed, and where to hang the other lights, it wasn't hard it was mostly just climbing a ladder and screwing and unscrewing, Tony only volunteered them to do this cause they were low on cash and no ones job paid till next week. It wasn't long till the stage was ready to go and the boys started unloading their equipment. The other band had arrived just as the boys finished setting the stage, when they saw the other band they could tell right away they were used to all the people.

They had an aura of confidence around them, it was a punk rock band, that the boys have never seen before so they probably weren't a local band. The contrast between the two bands as immense how ever, they were a punk rock band; Psychedelic Trance had more of a Pink Floyd chilled out style of playing. By the time they brought in all their equipment the place was packed full of people of different sizes and species. Fur's from all around came. The boys even recognized a few of them from around where they live. Which ment that if they bomb tonight it'll reach back to all the people they know. When it was time, Adrian waddled up to the mic on the stage and introduced the punk band, as they went out and everyone cheered wildly and when the music started they cheered even more. The music was actually really good, and Artimus already knew that it was gonna be a tough act to follow. The boys started to calm down and started thinking about what they were going to open up with it couldn't be one of their mellow songs, after such intense energetic music. They decided to go with one of their funkier Bootsie Collins inspired songs with hard driving slap bass and bouncy Prince-esque guitar playing. Then slowly work in a few mellow songs and maybe even a grateful dead style jam depending on how it goes. Before they knew it the punk bands set was up, and the crowed was cheering like crazy. When the lead singer came in as he walked by the boys

"Don't worry, we got em warmed up for ya, you guys will be killer." he said.

Those words of reassurance gave the boys just the confidence booster they needed. During the intermission they were setting up their equipment as fast as they could. Eager to go on, when they were done setting up they went back and waited to be introduced. Adrian waddled up to the mic to introduced em

"Ladies and gentlemen! We have some new kids to the scene, but don't let that fool you they rock harder than most of the new comers! Here they are! PSYCHODELIC TRANCE!!!"

The crowed cheered but due to their small fan base and the fact that they were relatively unknown it was mostly a courtesy cheer. But the boys were determined to make their mark in music world and it was now or never.

That was their cue and as they came on the stage and took their spots Adrian waddling to the other side of the stage. When Mark saw that everyone was in position he immediately went into a slap bass intro fill and as they thought, the crowed immediately started cheering, and when the rest of the band joined mark and were all playing together the crowed went wild, it was a feeling unlike any other. Artimus after realizing the crowed loved em, he lost all insecurities and just got lost in the energy from both the crowed and band, it was intoxicating, like being in another world. It was going so well that the song was done before Artimus knew it and he had come back down to the same plain of existence as everyone else, he looked into the crowed to see everyone loving their music and noticed that he had drawn the attention of a very attractive young female lizard her scales had almost every shade of green imaginable and some light blues, but he wasn't sure if it was him she was lookin' at, so he just continued into the next song, not as funky as the last song, but a perfect fit to use his didgeridoo, he had adjusted its stand just right so it arced perfectly over the drum set so he could play the drums and didgeridoo at the same time, and when the song got to a part where he could bring it in, the sound just faded in and brought a whole knew feel to the music, still keeping the bumpy funky rhythm with the didgeridoo.

Whether it was because it was such an unusual and uncommon instrument to hear in today's music or because it gave the song so much more body the audience was just eating it up, Artimus with his arms and legs keeping the drums goin and his mouth on the didgeridoo it was like his entire body was part of the music. They kept the song goin longer than usual because of how much the crowed liked it, but when it came to its end, Artimus had remembered the lizard girl and sure enough she was still looking right at him with such deep red eyes it was almost as if she was looking through him. He immediately realized he had to shake this feel of intense attraction to her until the show was over. They continued on, playing all sorts of different kinds of music from blues, to rock, even the chilled out Pink Floyd style stuff they thought wouldn't float over to well with this punked out looking crowed but it didn't matter, the crowed loved every song they played. When their set was finally drawing toward its end to them it was all too soon, they decided to go for it, Tony went up to the mic and announced

"You guys have been a great audience but we only have enough time for one more song, it's the only cover were doing tonight it's an oldie but why the hell not, here it is! The blast from the past! MY SHARONA!!!"

Right after Tony said that, the crowed started laughing and cheering as they started playing The knacks one hit wonder. While Tony was making the announcement of my sharona, Artimus was scanning the crowed trying to find the lizard girl but she was no where to be found. Feeling disappointed he gave up and went to playing the song. When they finished with their "surprise song" the crowed loved em even more and the crowds cheering was on par if not more than what the punk band that played before them got. When they got off stage they got nothing but compliments from the other band and Adrian.

"You guys were a hell-of-a lot better than I thought you were gonna be, I honestly thought you'd probably choke once you got on stage with how nervous you all looked, but you sailed through with flying colors, if you ever want to play here again, your more than welcome."

After hearing Adrian say that, they realized they accomplished exactly what they came to do. But Artimus couldn't stop thinking about that girl that just disappeared into the crowed. It was then he decided to just put it out of his mind or it would drive him crazy. So he went back to celebrating with his band mates. After about a half hour of just talking to people and finding out that a small group of people didn't like the "my sharona" finisher, but the boy's didn't care, they thought it was funny as hell. It was time to pack up their gear as The Rat Cellar was reaching closing time. They got all their stuff together and in the back of the truck. No matter what Artimus did, he couldn't shake the image of those enchanting eyes out of his head.

"Hey guys I gotta go take a piss you guys go on with out me, I'll meet up with you dudes later tonight." Artimus said half thinking about what he said and half thinking about that girl. Artimus being a raccoon naturally liked the night time and didn't mind the walk.

"You sure Artimus? Why don't you just get a ride us?" Tony asked with a confused look.

"Yeah I'm sure, don't worry, I'm just wanna go for a walk and enjoy this warm clear night." Artimus said with a lackadaisical feel in his voice.

"All right dude, but if you get raped, it's your fault." Tony said jokingly with a chuckle.

Artimus laughed and walked away heading towards the near by forest to find a more private spot to relieve himself. As he was taking a much needed piss, Artimus couldn't help but replay the night in his mind and that girl. As he was shaking the last few drops out of his member a scaly hand suddenly clasped over his mouth effectively silencing him. Artimus' heart painfully skipped a beat as he thought "Oh my god!! I'm gonna get raped!!!" Artimus struggled free and turned around but to his delight and relief it was the lizard girl from the show.

"Jesus Christ! You scared the shit outta me!" Artimus yelled still a little shaken.

The girl just giggled with an almost school girl sounding voice as she looked down. It wasn't until Artimus looked down did he realized that his shorts had fallen down around his ankles revealing his seven inch cock. Artimus immediately went for his shorts to bring them back up but only made it to his knees when her hand stopped him. She looked at him and with a devilish grin. She slowly shook her head as she bent back up and pressed her face to his forcing her smooth tongue into his mouth.

Artimus' cock knew what was happening before Artimus did for it was already standing on end begging for attention. He was lost at first thinking "Oh man! I'm getting raped!! But in a way I've only dreamed about!" but he soon fully realized what was happening from the feel of her tongue massaging his and her hand slowly crept down his chest past his stomach tickling and teasing him as she went slowly to his balls and she started rubbing them with a kind of seductive roughness. Artimus' body was starting to go on auto pilot as his hand made its way under her shirt and bra to her firm 'C' cup breasts and started gently rubbing her nipples.

He could feel them getting harder and harder, when she finally ended the kiss and got down on her knees and started licking up and down his shaft. Artimus was loving every second but the only audible noise he could muster were soft moans and whimpers as she slowly took his cock in her mouth inch by inch while stroking his girth with her velvet soft tongue. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled up Artimus' spine as she started bobbing her head faster and faster, his hips started slowly thrusting seemingly on their own in rhythm to her. She started to slow down, so she could fit his full length in her mouth to where the head of his cock was in her throat, Artimus started getting weak in the knees as the pleasure started getting more and more intense from her throat squeezing down on the head of his man hood.

"I....I'm gonna cum...." He managed to squeak out but barely a whisper.

She looked up at him and smiled then licked her index and middle fingers as she reached around to move his tail aside and pushed her fingers deep into his tail hole. Artimus immediately let out a gasp out of surprise, pain, and pleasure. The pain quickly disappeared when she started rubbing his insides as she started sucking harder and speeding up. His eyes rolled back in his head as a one huge wave of pleasure like he's never felt before consumed his entire body, shooting jet after jet of his seed into the young lizard's mouth, she, perfectly timing her self to swallow every last bit, never spilling a drop. She backed her head away and licked her lips with a grin as Artimus fell to his knees, his nerves twitching, pulsing, still in his own world of bliss. When he finally came back down to earth the girl was still kneeling in front if him, she leaned forward wrapping her arms around Artimus locking lips again, but this time nothing needed to be forced. This time however her kiss was salty and slippery with his own cum, a taste he'd never experienced before, it wasn't a bad taste, but it was something he didn't want to get used to, but he wasn't about to complain, he just ignored it as they massaged each others tongues again. The kiss went on for what seemed like for ever, she was the one to break it off again.

"Now... It's your turn." She said with a soft, alluring voice as she stared deeply and lovingly at Artimus with her hypnotic reptilian eyes.

Artimus began to undo her loose baggy jeans and pulled them down and off over her shoes, her scent growing stronger filling his senses with lust as he got closer to her pussy. He began to pull down her already wet pink and black panties a string of her natural fluids clinging from her glistening labia to her panties. He pulled them down and off and threw them by her pants as he leaned in and got the full affect of her sweet smelling pink pussy instantly revitalizing his flaccid cock back to full hard on. He began teasing her licking around her inner thighs and around her cunt eliciting moans of pleasure and anticipation, stopping only to breathe soft warm breaths on her clit.

He began to lick her ever hardening clit softly and slowly each time making the girl gasp in pleasure. Then moving on to the rest of her pussy widening his tongue as much as possible and licking her entire cunny in a single lick, slowing at times to push his tongue as deep as he could into her pussy. Her moans; getting louder as she got closer to climax, his tongue caressing every last bit of her pussy. He began rimming her tail hole making her quiver and shake with each lick, getting it nice and glossy wet, he went back to tonguing the inside of her cunny, as he pushed two fingers in slowly making her gasp and cry out from sheer pleasure. She could feel the skin on her face under her scales turning red as he started pushing and pulling his fingers in and out faster and faster while he started to suck on her hardened clit.

"OHHH!! GOD!!! IM CUMMING!!!!"

She cried out as her entire body tensed up squirting a long and steady stream her bitter sweet juices into Artimus' mouth, swallowing as much of it as he could and letting the rest splash over his face. Artimus, left wishing for more, as she was left in a state of euphoria and crippling pleasure as her body was still twitching from such an intense orgasm. Her once bright pink pussy; was now dark red from all the blood rushing to it. Artimus, still with a hard on dripping pre cum as if salivating at the site of her pussy positioned him self over the girl who was still laying down, recovering from her orgasm. He lays his cock down on top of her pussy, rubbing her still hard clit covering his cock in her lubricating juices, her nerves still extra sensitive and shooting intense waves of pleasure to ever part of her body.

"No! Stop! Not yet, I can't handle it right now!" she pleads to deaf ears as Artimus just ignores her and begins to slowly penetrate her tight twitching pussy. He was surprised as she was still damn near virgin tight which only made it that much better.

"Wow, your pretty tight little miss, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you for damn near scaring me to death!" Artimus said with a deviant undertone to his voice

"Please don't, not yet... It feels... too... good...!" she tried to plead once more, but to no avail.

Artimus slowly starting pushing the head of his cock into her, the walls of her pussy twitching more and more from her nerves going into overdrive untill he was balls deep in this stunning reptile. He began thrusting, slowly at first, elateing in the feel of her soft inner flesh, he grabbed her legs and pulled them up so that her knees where at her chest. Artimus thrusting against the frontal wall of her pussy rubbing her G-spot, her entire body quivering, her nerves going off like fireworks of pleasure from the steady rubbing of Artimus' cock hitting all the right places.

"I gonna cum!!!!" she cries out as her eyes roll back in her head.

"Me too!!" Artimus yells, as the entire world around them fades out into nothingness.

Only the two of them exist as one as a tsunami of pleasure envelopes the two for the best and longest orgasm they have ever experienced. As Artimus shoots his seed deep into her filling her pussy, the girl squirting even more of her juices than the first time. Artimus collapses next to the girl as his orgasm takes away his ability to control his muscles to hold him up, the girl with a glazed look in her eye, and some slight drool dripping down her chin. For the next ten minutes they lie there, reveling in the after glow, panting, slowly regaining their breath and composure, the world around them fading back into existence.

The first one to speak is the girl

"M.. my name is Sylvia..." she says while out of breath.

"I'm.. Artimus..." he says equally out of breath.

They spend awhile together naked in each others arms, staring up at the clear starry sky, as they watch a shooting star go by. Artimus looks over at Sylvia;

"I love you, when I saw you at the show, I wanted so badly to meet you, but you disappeared before I could get the chance. I couldn't get you out of my mind the entire time... you were so beautiful... " He said with a kind and loveing look on his face.

"I love you too, I was watching you, and only you during your bands entire performance and you were so captivating and passionate when you were playing, I was moved...." She says with a shiver as she turns to look at him and kisses him one more time. Artimus smiles and holds her warm and snug against his body.

"We should get going, it's starting to get cold..." he says with a sound of disappointment in his voice for being forced out of this beautiful moment together.

"Yeah.... Umm, would you like to come back to my house? It's not that far from here." She said with certain eagerness to her voice.

"I would love nothing more" Artimus says with a strong and kind voice, as he goes and starts picking up hers and his clothes,

"But we might need to put our clothes back on before we go any where." Artimus muses.

"Why? Where just gonna take em off again when we get back to my house." Sylvia says in her most seductively evil voice.

Artimus laughs as he gets dressed and bends over to give her a kiss as she lay on the grass looking up at him with those beautiful enchanting eyes.

"Here are you clothes, lets get out of here so we can warm up, in more ways than one"

Artimus says slyly as they walk hand in hand toward sylvia's house.