Stolen

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyers owns or at least should own everything, sadly I do not, that is why I am poor! At least I have my imagination that she helped create.

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BPOV

I took a long slow lick up; I could feel all of the bumps and ridges. I thought it was supposed to be soft and smooth. It was much bigger then I thought it was supposed to be, I could not fit it all into my mouth at once. As I looked up I noticed his eyes were getting bigger by the second as I traced my tongue along the top.

I could taste the sweetness that I knew should be there, but yet it was slightly salty at the same time, only making me crave more. My mouth started getting dry as I made slow licks. I noticed he kept his eyes on me whiles I watched him slowly start to twitch. I allowed my mouth to fill with a little saliva seeing if could taste more off of it. Slowly I started to twirl my tongue around it. I think I heard moans of pleasure coming from him.

Then I heard him say "Don't do that!"

"Do what Mike?"

"That!"

"What ever!" I just wondered what his problem was, and what I was doing wrong. As I started to lick it again I wondered what his girlfriend would think if she saw him right now. Just earlier we had been talking about the promise ring that he was going to buy her, and she was showing me the catalog where she had marked the ones she liked before we got on the bus to go home. She even gave him a long kiss goodbye. Then she promised to see me at the party tonight.

"Hmmmm"

As I slowly put all of it into my mouth, I looked up at him again. His eyes are now shut and with his mouth hanging open. And from my view his upper body seems to be twitching. I started to twirl it in my mouth, licking the tasty sweetness off. His eyes go wide again, almost as if they are about to pop out of his head.

"Hmmmna, Stop!" He pleads, as he grins at me.

"Stop what?" I ask after I make a popping sound as it is pulled out of my mouth.

"Ung hnmmm, never mind!" he moans, with his mouth hanging open as I start to rub the flat of my tongue over the top. I'm seriously wondering what is wrong with this guy. I slowly lick all around it while watching him jump around. He keeps looking away, then aback to me while he is biting his lower lip.

As I look up to him in his seat I ask "What is wrong with you?" He just gives me another weird look then smiles a little bit while moaning. I just put it back into my mouth and twist my tongue all around it trying to lap up all the sweet salty juice that I can. I can hear him moan while watching me.

Finally, the bus comes to my stop. I get up and walk past him without bothering to look at him. As I step off the bus my clumsy self manages to trip on the last step. I manage to catch myself, but my piña colada sucker fell on the ground. Guess I will have to wait for next week and try another flavor!

AN: Yes, this did happen to me when I was young and naïve. Couldn't for the life of me figure out what his problem was. Any way pretty sure I did make him cream his pants with all the moaning he was doing.