PEACH
While brushing the fuzz against her lips, the fruit’s aroma transported Jesse back to a summer passed. Horny sixteens. Impetuous times. Lost in the moment, Jesse pressed her pointed tongue into the enticing seam, releasing a sigh and her lover’s juicy memory.
“Hey, fruit fucker!”
Startled, Jesse opened her eyes to an anxious cashier, and a line of summer travellers who too had stopped to sample local vineyard treats.
Oops.