On the sleek couch, Gretel stared at Monty eating his tiramisu, the cocoa powder dusting his pink lips. She had a sudden desire to lick the chocolate off her friend's mouth.

Monty was flattered by her gaze. "Do you want some?"

Yes, Gretel wanted some.

He held out a morsel on his fork.

She opened wide.

He inserted.

She swallowed.

He eyed the mascarpone splotch on her cheek.

She felt her warm cavern start to cream.

Monty leaned in with a napkin. "You have something right…"

"Where?" Gretel's hungry lips approached his.

Monty's thighs shifted, revealing his growing bulge. "Here."