Peaches

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It is a record-breaking 37ºC. The windows are open and the shades are shut. All we can do is sit and bear it till the heat breaks. I lay on the floor taking in the small fan that’s working overtime. The spinning blades of the other fans catch the sun as it sneaks through the cracks of the blinds. Lifting my hand to the haze, I feel its heat as my fingers walk through the swirling dust, breaking their patterns.“These fans aren’t working!” “They seem like they’re workin’.” “I think you should turn it down.”  Raising my eyebrow, I turn my head to look at her from under the coffee table. “I’m not turning the fans down.” I can only see the bottom of the couch and the outline of her body before the table top cuts off my view. “Not the fans, the sun.”My sigh at the sight of the table turns to a laugh at her request. “I’ll get right on that one. Just a couple degrees?””Better make it a few more clicks.” Her leg slides off the couch until only her toes touch the floor. I watch as she points them, stretching, then following the curve of her calf as it tightens and up past the slight bend of her knee. “Oh, and while you’re at it…”“This should be good.” “I need something cold.” “Something cold?”“That’s what I said.”“Sorry, can’t hear you over the heat.” I put my hands up to block the incoming pillow that follows Abby’s muffled giggle. “What do you want?”“Something cold.”“We’ve established that, babe.” “Something sweet.”“Ice cream?” “Too heavy.”“Ice?”“Too watery.”Propping myself on my elbows I look in her direction with my eyebrow still raised, “Really?” But the same brow slowly falls as my eyes wander over her body. Her cami is pasted to her skin, outlining the curves of her small yet full breasts. The fabric is raised slightly around her nipples and there’s a light sheen of sweat coating the exposed skin of her stomach. My eyes wander lower to the waist of her boy shorts that are higher than normal from riding up, the bottom of her cheeks poking out. Even with the heat sticking to my body I feel a familiar warmth starting to rise elsewhere. I’m unsure how my mind, no my body, is starting to ache for something when I can barely get off the floor to take a sip of water, but then again, my thirst for her is greater.“Mmhmm.” Her eyes shot open after taking a deep breath. “I know!” A wicked smile washes over her face. “Strawberries.” A smile creeps up as the memory of the other morning sneaks in.  When I walked into the kitchen half asleep I found her sitting on the table, naked. One leg hanging off as the other was propped up, a full bowl of strawberries covered her mound. How the chair sat in front of her, placed there on purpose. The look in her eyes when I sat and the way she said  ‘You really need to learn to start eating breakfast.’ Those strawberries, so ripe, perfectly paired with her glistening smooth lips. The sound of the chair as it hit the ground, the Beşevler escort bayan table squeaking as it slid forward. Watching her body contort and nails scrape across the wood as the waves hit their peak. How easy that last strawberry slid through her puffy lips. Offering a taste and her response was to turn around, hanging her head off the table, her nails dug in my ass cheeks pulling me closer. How I came so hard my knees gave out and finally, that kiss. The kind of kiss that’s branded in your memory for a lifetime to come.“There has to be some left, right?” Her words bringing me back to the now.“We’re out of strawberries.” “Not even one?”“Nope.” “Really?”“Do you not remem-?”“Remember the other morning?” she finishes my sentence then sighs. “Why do you think I want some. Go look.” “I’ve melted to the floor, there’s no hope for me now, you’re on your own.”“But look, you’re already halfway up and I’m over here,” she dramatically brings her hand up to her forehead. “Famished…”“Famished eh?”“Yes… I need something cold before I… I…”“Before you what?”“Too hot… Can’t think…” She manages to tilt her head in my direction, wiping the strands of hair stuck to her forehead and pushes out her bottom lip, “Gooo.” “And what do I get from this fruitless task?” Smirking at my own pun. “You get to sit on the couch with me.”“With you?” I sit up fully, “Now how could I pass that up?” ”You really can’t.”  She’s right, I can’t. So, I peel myself off the hardwood floor and step in front of the fan pointing directly at Abby. It doesn’t take but a few seconds before other pillow hits the back of my knees. “Hey now!” “You’re blocki- Why don’t we have air conditioning?” “Because we live in Canada and this heat doesn’t last.”“We wouldn’t be melting right now.” “But then we wouldn’t have something to whine about.” “Good point…” I lift my shirt to catch the breeze from the fan, “Didn’t you live in Hawaii for a year?” looking back I catch Abby staring hungrily.The last pillow hits me right in the face. “Air Conditioning!”  I take my sweet time heading to the kitchen, boxers sagging off my hips, the heat pulling at them. The hardwood floor was just as hot as the rest of the house making my bare feet stick to the varnish. As I fan myself with my old sleeveless shirt, my overheated brain begins to wonder if it’s the floor sticking to me or me to the floor. I swing the fridge door open and a blast of cool air hits my exposed skin sending a wave of goosebumps across my body. Inhaling deep, I lay my head back lifting the front of my shirt, wanting to feel it everywhere as I let out an over exaggerated sigh of relief. “Was it as good for the fridge as it was for you?” “You know it, baby,” I look over and see her head peeking over the back of the couch with a mischievous look in her eyes. “This could have been you ya know.” “And deny you Escort Çankaya that pleasure? I would never.”“You’re so sweet.”She raises her eyebrow and bites the corner of her lip. “I know.” I bite the corner of my bottom lip, mimicking her actions unconsciously, knowing just how sweet she is. “You know what would feel better?”“What?”“If you lost that holey shirt.” “Now why would I do that? It’s air-conditioned.” I open the freezer door and take a step inwards, cutting off her view of everything but my bare feet. “How dare you talk bad about it.”  Wrapping my fingers around the hem, I pull it over my head and let out a sigh. A shiver runs through my body, momentarily breaking the heat that coats my skin. I then ball up the fabric and lob it over the freezer door, only to hear her best wolf-whistle in return.I lean forward looking through the fridge, feeling the last rush of cold on my back as the freezer door swings shut. “Sooo…” I say with my head buried in the fridge, then whisper to myself “Buttons.”“Buttons!” I hear Abby call from the couch and a smile touches the corners of my mouth.“What’s left? Are you sure we don’t have any?” A soft moan follows and I raise my head, looking over the door and catch her eyes opening, she parts her lips to take her finger between them. “They were…“ she pauses and I swear I  see the memory that passes through her eyes as she stares into mine, “Juicy.”  The word pours from between her lips in a way that makes it just as juicy as the word itself. Heat rises in my core despite standing in front of the fridge. I shift my stance as the warmth stirs between my legs, knowing it is no longer from the temperature outside. Taking a deep breath I can smell my own arousal. I turn back to the fridge trying to focus.  “We have… Grapes?”“Nah.”“Pineapple?” “Nope.”“Tomato.”“Really?” “Its a fruit,” I smirk to myself and next thing I know Abby’s shirt is hanging off the door.  The rush of cool air drags a subtle hint of her into my lungs. Her scent alone is intoxicating, enough that I pull her shirt off the door, bring it to my nose and close my eyes taking her in. “Well well, look what we have here.” I spot the perfect treat as I open my eyes. “What?“ her tone hopeful. “Peaches.” “Not as good as strawberries.” Disappointment lingers in her voice.“They’re not just any peaches.” Grabbing a couple I turn, kick the door shut and then head to the sink to wash them off.“Oh, you might have to do a little more convincing.”    “I’m sure I can do that.” Grinning, I make my way back with the peaches in hand. Walking back around the couch I place a peach on the table and nudge her leg while clearing my throat. “I’d like my prize now.” “I guess…” She lifts her legs up slowly with a smug little smile on her face, allowing me to sit. I claim my spot and she drapes one leg over my lap and leaves the other resting Cebeci escort on the back of the couch. Then I watch as she runs her fingers down the glossy sheen between her breasts, slightly arching her back.“Well?” Her index finger traces around her belly button before sliding the tip just under the waist of her shorts. “What’s so good about these peaches?”“Umm…” My eyes following her fingers, I notice the fabric pulled taut against her lips with a growing wet spot. “This peach…” Dragging my eyes back to the fruit I start rolling it around lost for words, my mind was still focused on her. I can feel her eyes on me and I know she’s wearing that grin. “This… umm is the good old BC peach, Redhaven peach… I think.” “Is that so? And?” “Well first, look at it.” I place the fruit on her knee and roll it up her thigh. “You see the perfect shape of this and how you can tell it’s not overly firm,” picking the fruit back up rolling it between my fingers.“You keep squeezing it like that you’re going to make a mess.” “Maybe that’s my intention.” I turn my head looking back at her and without a word, she puts her legs together and slowly starts working off her boyshorts.“Do you mind?” I break from my daze as she raises an eyebrow and wiggles her hips wanting me to finish the job. Holding the peach in my left hand I use my right to twirl my fingers in the fabric and slide them over her knees and down her calves, dropping them to the floor. She places her legs back where they were, exposing herself to me, vulnerable, with that look in her eyes.  Her brown eyes seemed to lighten into a honey colour, just like the night she read me her favorite poems and gave her reasons why. The passion behind them made my chest clench, as it does again now.The fan rotates our way and I break eye contact to watch as her hips raise to catch the breeze. A delicate moan escapes her lips causing me to squeeze the peach a little too hard. My index slips through the stem right down to the pit, spraying all over. My breath catches as I feel the cold juice from the fruit land on my stomach. “It’s okay baby, I hear it happens sometimes, don’t be embarrassed.” “I couldn’t help it…“ I lean towards her on my elbow, my hair brushing against her. “I’ll make up for it.” I flick the tip of my tongue over a small drop on her inner thigh. “Yea?”“Yea.”Lifting the peach and holding it between her legs, I let her watch as my finger lingers deep inside the fruit and the nectar start to run down. “See, you can tell just how…” Trailing off, my eyes wander from between her legs and up her body till I catch her staring longingly at the peach.“Juicy.” I watch as she forms the word slowly, almost kissing it as it slips from her lips, setting it free to dance across the heat that sits between us. The fans seem to roar louder, deafening the room around us as they work harder, drawing in the muggy air that sits heavy in the room. A drop of juice from the fruit or sweat, I can’t tell by this point, rolls down my stomach as I lean further into her, getting closer to the heat that’s now radiating from her. “I don’t think that’s the only thing…”  “Yea?”“It looks like this peach and you have a few things in common.” 

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