She sits on the green at the top end of the garden, a plumb
between her thumb and finger "What do you suppose possessed Mr
Gordon, to deliver me a basket of plums?" she asks whilst
searching the bruised coloured fruit.
I look up, my eyes tailing above the brim of my book "Is it not
seasonal?" I ask, and watch her hide her smile beneath her straw
"Seasonal or not, he has taken a fancy to me, do you not think?"
she teases and puts the plum to her chest where she rubs it
softly to polish it.
My hands draws the book lower and I look across now with more
interest as she puts the fruit to her lips. "I think he is
foolish for buying you with plums, there are proffered gifts such
as roses or chocolates. I fear him to be an inadequate romantic."
Her white teeth break the flesh of the fruit and she sucks the
juice before taking it full in her mouth.
"Still, you like plums don't you?" I say and stand, placing the
book aside to brush my dress free from its creases. My lips open
and close as hers do and I salver the taste as the plum descends
in her hand.
"Mm, they're delicious. But red roses would suit me I think." She
I step closer to her now pretending to search the ground for
something "but I suppose you can't ask a sweetheart for roses can
you? It would be pointless would it not?" I get closer and find
my eyes drawn to the basket where the round plums sit waiting to
be bitten, sucked and swallowed by her. For a second I imagine
it, being a plum in that basket.
"I don't think a sweetheart need be worried, so long as it's from
the heart" she bites again and allows the juice to run a slow
river down her chin. She laughs slightly embarrassed "My, they
are soft" she exclaims.
I kneel by the basket next to her "there must be a dozen if not
more in there!" and she nods at me.
"Take one. Mr Gordon can not expect me to eat them all by myself"
and so I do.
My hand circles the ball and with the weight of it I feel the
perfect flesh in my palm, it feels soft and the tenderness of it
promises flavour from the very first bite. I want to kiss it, I
want to suck it and take it in!
She watches me "Go on, try it" she say's eagerly.
I pause and look at her - she is excited. I smile and put the
fruit between my teeth but I do not break the skin just yet.
She leans forward "Taste it!" she urges me, her eyes baring
fascination as my tongue licks it, and then I bite!
Sweet on my lips I taste it and smile as I pull it away "Mm!" I
moan with pleasure.
Finally, satisfied she leans back "I told you" she say's and I
nod, burying the fruit between my lips again.
Together we sit and watch as we take turns to nibble, suck and
moan with pleasure until the whole basket is gone. Holding hands
we giggle and run back inside with red lips from kissing the
juice off each others lips.
I did not like Mr Gordon at first, but as the weeks pass I decide
I like him more and more. His gifts; a different fruit every
week, they�never get wasted. I fear though one day�with his
unrequited love never dieing, he will stop bringing fruit
and�bring her roses instead.