We masqueraded impatiently through the day, watching angels and devils roam dusty streets. We waited for nightfall and the town celebration that would hide our encounter.

We eagerly slipped away from the bonfire into the fields, waiting for harvest.

A nervous kiss, a hand under my dress and slip. Time used efficiently, my undergarments moved aside, fingers entered me open, wanting and wet, his mouth on my slit. His tongue enters me, and my body shudders.

I taste myself in a parting kiss.

We hurry back through the pumpkin field to the festival, our absence unobserved and unnoticed.