Sweet and sour girl, is a flash fiction of exactly 500 words.
My date is late, likely not coming. I should just go. I signal for my bill. As the server appears, she walks in. I order another instead.
Her lips are the colour of bubble gum. I imagine they taste like candy. Awash with flavor and satisfyingly sweet. My mouth floods salaciously as I envision plunging my tongue between them. My swallow echoes in my ears.
The bartender asks, “what’s your poison?” She bites her bottom lip, pearly whites digging into the sensitive flesh. I wonder what hides behind that small action. A smile? A frown? It’s no matter. The tiny gesture has great effect.
My cock stirs. I tell myself I should simply talk to her. Buy her a drink. She swirls her finger inside her glass, ice clinking. She tucks the length of her pointer deep inside her mouth. Her tongue curls around. Fire combusts in my veins. She closes her eyes. Hollows her cheeks. Sucks. She has my full attention.
Her eyes open. She studies me. Directly, yet not. She’s assessing. Deciding if I might be that guy. If I’m up to snuff. Fuck. I stay my position, don’t let her gaze affect me, but it’s useless. My throbbing cock is obvious.
Her eyes sparkle like diamonds giving her a mischievous air. Like she’s harboring a secret. Perhaps she’ll share? Our gazes meet. Those pink lips turn into a sly grin. A finger crooks. She beckons me. As if a puppet on a string, I move closer.
That bubblegum smile stretches as I sit at the bar beside her.
Her hair smells like apples. The green kind. She flips it over her shoulder. It cascades down her back, tickling the swell of her ass. I want to tangle my hands in it. Tug until her head tilts back. Sink my teeth into the ivory column of her neck. Instead, I offer her my hand. Tell her my name.
A thin hand lands on my thigh. Drifts up, up, up. The smallest finger caresses my growing length, thumb soothes guarded tension away. She leans toward me. A whisper tickles my ear. “You wanna’ get out of here?”
I’m standing before she’s finished.
She tastes as sweet as I’d imagined, lightly misted with liquor. Once pink lips are crimson, swollen. Her tongue wets them. Cheeks ruddy, her locks surround her like a mane. Her lashes flutter.
Between her thighs, she’s slightly tangy, a bit tart. I dive in for another taste. Another sip. I lick and I lap and consume all she’ll give. She grasps my hair. Pulls me in.
I take my time. I savor her. Subtle moans and whimpered sighs. How the pink of her center perfectly matches her bubblegum lips. How she welcomes me into her depths. Legs surrounding me, fingers clawing at my back. The sound of my name.
In the morning, I’m alone. The bed beside me still comfortably warm. I’ll have never caught her name. I’ll remember her as my sweet and sour girl.
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Very tasty girl.
I’m not positive, but I don’t think I’ve every had an actual one night stand. I’ve had sex on a first date. But, stories like this, and the idea of having a fun moment without strings or a future seems so freeing. I guess I’ve always been too afraid of the possibilities. That is why fiction is so fun. Anything can happen. (The image you have paired with this looks delicious.)
One night stands were nice. That experience of discovering everything for the first time. But there is also the awkwardness. The comfort of knowing your partner is still my favorite though 🙂
A great piece of flash fiction, MrsK. Delicious indeed!
~ Marie xox
That ended more happily than I was expecting 🙂 Great story 🙂
And all I can say is delicious 🙂
May xx