A/N: No idea what is actually going on with me tonight. This "story" is something I experienced today myself. I didn't know I could draw such a crowd, honestly. Dedicated to my dear friend Kricket, who only said: You go, girl! after I told her the story.
Her lips wrap softly around the tip. She looks delighted when she takes the first taste, enjoying it from the very first moment. I can see her lips releasing their lock and her tongue darting out slowly. Licking first the top and then working its way slowly towards the bottom, twisting and covering finally the whole sticky treat with a glistering, shimmering coat. Once at the bottom she starts licking all the way up again, driving me slowly insane and close to passing out.
Her eyes close in a try to further enhance the taste, the experience. Drops of white, sticky liquid she can't quite take in running from her mouth down her neck and disappearing under the clothes that cover her cleavage, leaving a glistering path I can hardly tear my eyes away from.
I watch her lick from bottom to top in one slow and lazy movement, enjoying every second, before closing her lips once more around the tip, sucking again. And maybe I should look somewhere else. But I can't. I need to keep looking, watching. I can't tear my eyes away from that tongue, which darts out to lick so sinfully up and down, her red ruby lips, wrapped so tightly around it, making sure she wouldn't miss any of her sweet and sticky treat, I can't tear my eyes away from her when she realized that some of it had dropped on her hand and she brings up her fingers to lick them clean. I definitely have lost that battle. But what can I do? I'm a guy after all. And all the images I have now swirling around in my head will be a yearlong supply for very lonely nights.
I know I should feel guilty, bad even for watching her and having such ideas. But watching my best friend enjoying her first ice Popsicle of the year definitely is a show worth not missing. It looks like this could be a very long summer. And with Penelope's sweet tooth and constant craving for ice cream during the summer I know I will be in trouble. And in a constant state of being hard. But that's something I have been used to ever since I met that sexy and very sinful best friend of mine years ago.
Oh yeah, this would be a very long summer.
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