Forbidden Fruit

My best friend. She bites her bottom lip. I stare. I lean over and take her lip in between my teeth. I gently pull. Her eyebrow lifts. This is secret sin, dirty, nasty, but I feel sexy. I sneak a peek at my bedroom door. Mom is downstairs. Typing on her laptop. I pull her closer. I've always been intrigued by her body. I use her and Yet I love her. The smoothness of her skin. The tint of her flesh. My hands shake. My breathing thickens. I want to taste her tongue. I want to suck her breasts. I close my eyes as we kiss. Her lips so soft. My panties get wet. I can smell her sex. She moans deep in her throat. I touch that spot. I get on top. She's beautiful. She's cantaloupe, I'm passion fruit. I want to take her clothes off. I want to push my face in her mango. I want to suck the seed and swallow her juices. I want to ravish her forbidden fruit. I've got a craving for her honey suckle melons. They're soft and large. I squeeze and she sighs. I get off of her. I smile. She knows now. I'm all hers. -T.Warren 2015