I have no idea what inspired me to write this, but I have. I think it is a bit icky, especially towards the end, but that's your opinion in the end. Feel free to critique how you wish, since I want sincere thoughts on whether or not to continue. Some of you have already read half. I suppose I should mention here that this was intended as a dream sequence, as most of my work is.
Adam and Elle.
A burning blanketed her skin. The summer weather was ridiculously warm, and Elle found herself molding into it. She was just another fly caught on the painful fly-paper of heat, and it became all she knew. Her body perspired like a can of Pepsi, her tongue dried to a sandpaper state. All she could think was "It's hot, it's too hot." But she still had a while to walk. The weight of her bag pressured her shoulders until they felt like shattering. Images of the large textbooks she was carrying for her homework whizzed through her mind, and a stress headache found its way to her temple, where it mercilessly panged. Behind her, a pair of immature thirteen year olds giggled and squeaked in their chatter. They bumped each other along the path as they insulted each other with comments about their marriages to unpleasant teachers. A desire burned in Elle; a passion to turn around and bang their heads together. She tamed herself, though, and searched desperately for a distraction. However, there was only one other person on the road, and every house was silent. The trees didn't blow, they birds didn't sing. It was nothing but warmth. So Elle tried to study what the other person was doing.
She concentrated on his feet first. When he walked, they barely moved, just repeatedly pounded into the ground as though he was merely a stamp being pressed onto a failed maths test. His knees bent at a minor degree, and he didn't bounce along like Elle did. His attention was occupied by what he held in his hands. Elle wandered closer to the edge of the sidewalk, so she was allowed a glimpse at what the boy was doing. In his hand, he held an apple; perhaps the finest Elle had ever seen. It was a seducing gem. Skin as red as a polished ruby, not an imperfection in sight. Out of one side was a gap that exposed the porcelain flesh, juice moistening its pores. It had not yellowed from exposure, but maintained its pale shade. The apple was perfectly round and it tempted Elle, like a milk-baring breast and she was the starved infant. Her mouth, hands, stomach, everything craved a touch from the heavenly fruit.
Adam lifted the Pink Lady to his lips for another bite. It crunched as his teeth slid under the skin and removed a nugget from its body. The juice flowed down his chin freely, and he hesitated to wipe it away, as he enjoyed the cooling effect it left. Slowly he slid the smoothness of the back of his hand along his mouth, removing the fluid, before taking another bite. Hearing a girl squeal, his attention was diverted. Adam glanced around him and noticed Elle, staring at his apple with lust in her eyes. Embarrassed at being caught, she looked up at Adam hastily, and smiled in an attempt to laugh the incident off. She hadn't eaten lunch, as usual, and her stomach was bare and lonely. It craved the apple Adam held. He must have noticed this, because he made a prompt decision to walk over to Elle.
Elle's heart raced in her chest. She could feel her skin becoming hot and sensitive as her blood boiled with anticipation. Her stomach fluttered, and she ached to be touched.
Slowly and gently, as if it were as fragile as tissue paper, Adam lifted the plump fruit until it pressured Elle's lips. The apple refreshed her with a cool it had miraculously mustered from the impossible heat. Her tongue reached out, licking the smooth skin with care. This pearl gave the impression that it had to be nursed and protected. Elle respected that, and made sure she was soft as she slid her teeth into the flesh. A watering chunk broke free into her mouth, and she chewed gratefully. Adam stood, watching. An urge arose inside of him, a lusting. A sudden desire to reach forth towards this divine creature and hold her. Caress her. Touch her. Love her.
Lowering the apple, Adam leaned forward. Both of the youths were nervous, but they hid it well; looks of firmness and expectation masked their faces. Elle leaned to meet Adam in the centre. This time, a warmth met her lips, moistened from the snack. An inviting, not a harsh warmth like the weather. It was Adam's body heat, which Elle yearned to bathe herself in. Hungry for the sensual feminine, Adam kissed. Desperate for the arousing man, Elle kissed back. A sweet feeling of passion passed between the two, making them feel as one, if only for a moment.
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