Kylie opened the front door slowly, easing the weight of it so there would be no creaking to tell of her arrival. She tucked her brown curls behind her ear as she leaned into the mud room. Seeing no one she slipped all the way in and closed the door. There were no signs of Jane, no TV noise, no music, no smell of tea or heavy jasmine perfume.
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Jane hadn't been treated properly lately, stripped and knelt before and tasted properly. She knew her stress had gotten the better of her when at work yesterday she noticed the deep frown her mouth formed and how it influenced her whole face to sag and seem pale. Screw it; she needed to FEEL something again. The nightclubs, the singles websites all of it was useless for her. She didn't need another unknown quantity, she needed a lover with power in his hands, and the willingness to be enthralled by her pleasure, someone to sip from her body the hot tides and share his own passionate tendencies with her.
And she knew of one.
She had encountered Tommy at the Co-Op in the produce section, squeezing and inhaling from each fruit before choosing to put it back. She stared for a moment and then slipped around the aisle and hid herself as she watched him. He would carefully rub the skins of the fruits with his thumb before gripping it and raising it, then the squeeze, then the smell. He allowed himself every sensation except the tasting before putting the piece back and going on to the next. The pears had seemed promising to him, but in the end he only bought two peaches. He had continued down the aisle and brushed past her as she pressed back against the display rack; he excused himself and left her flooded with peaches as the fragrance followed him.
He checked out and she checked out and she watched him slip into his car and pull away. The emotional attachment he had developed within her took over, she ran into the intersection waving and yelling. She was a vision as the traffic avoided her and honked, one man rolled down his window in the rain. When did it start raining?
