Fiction by mouth{JT}

The apartment walls seemed to be closing in on her again, and she clenched her fists tightly, willing herself to pay closer attention to the TV. Hopefully, that would drown out the craving a little, she thought as once again her gaze slid along the table to the telephone, wishing she could call him. But no, she couldn’t – not yet. It hadn’t been very long since she had last called him, trying to keep her voice calm as she sensed his irritation at being called yet again! That time, he had specifically told her not to call until the morning, and she had murmured her apologies for disturbing him before hanging up. Watching TV to take her mind off when she could go see him. God, how she wanted him to say yes. But no, not yet. Perhaps he was teaching her some kind of lesson. She wasn’t sure.

Turning her attention back to the television, she was soon allowing her mind to wander again, lost in the thought of tomorrow. Maybe he would tell her tomorrow she could go. Her lips turned a darker shade of red and a high spot of excited color dotted both cheeks as her mind recalled every small detail of past occasions. That smell! Oh, dear Lord, that smell. There was nothing on earth quite like it, and as her thoughts drifted deeper, further, losing herself so vividly in the daydream, a small pink tongue came out to wantonly carress her bottom lip.

That smell – a heady mixture of damp and earthy, and yet somehow, still its own fragrance. It was such an intoxicating aroma. How warm her mouth felt against the cool skin as one enveloped the other in a greedy embrace. The taste at times was subtle, teasing her senses as she would try to slow down, savouring the first teasing parting of her lips on the skin – tickling the covered flesh with her tongue in feathery light touches, her own saliva making a wet trail wherever she touched with her mouth. Every sense in her body was on high alert with the anticipation of what was to come as she continued the tease of her lips, trying to hold herself back and knowing that slight moaning noise was coming from her. She just couldn’t help it. She really couldn’t.

And the taste! She could never get enough of that first taste, when she allowed her tongue to touch at that tiny hole, with the smallest amount of moisture there giving her hints and promises of things to come. That feeling that would gather in the pit of her stomach knowing she was close, so close. Even now, lost in the daydream, she could visualize everything so clearly. It had been so long since the last time – too long. A shudder rippled over her slender frame as she dwelled on tomorrow and how it would be. How it always was. Want, need, desire took over all of her senses and made her feel breathless, begging almost incoherently as she stuttered out what she wanted. Being made, in a teasing banter, to repeat herself more clearly as he pretended not to understand.

A glance at the clock told her he wouldn’t answer the phone now, anyway. He had a strict rule about answering the phone, and even though it was only a few minutes past the hour, it was – well, still past. She might as well go to bed. Sighing, that was exactly what she did.

The next day, right on the dot of nine o’clock, her hand shook as she dialled the number. She knew it by heart, and precisely on the third ring, he answered .There was a weary tone in his voice as he spoke.

“No, I’m sorry. The first cherries of the season haven’t arrived in store yet, but I’ll call the second they do.”