Ice Cream

 mf

It was an impulse. One of those whims that strike suddenly, leaving them
helpless. They had to stop. They had to have ice cream!

Double dip cones, hand made ice cream. Giggling like a couple of kids, they
slid into the only available booth, one in the back corner of the store.

"You're getting all messy," he said, watching the ice cream roll down the
side of the cone onto her hand. "Maybe it's too much for you to handle."

"Too much for me to handle?" She raised an eyebrow at that. Twisting the
cone in her hand, she looked it over carefully. "I think I've handled
bigger," she said, a wicked note creeping into her voice. Pressing her
tongue flat against the ice cream, she licked straight up the ice cream, her
eyes half closed. Repeating the motion, she worked her way around the cone,
then captured the offending drip with a tip of her tongue.

His eyes were glued to her every movement, and he swallowed hard when she
stopped and looked at him. "If I apologize now," he said, "will you stop?"

Her only answer was a soft smile. Rubbing the ice cream against her lips,
she captured the tip of the ice cream, sucking momentarily before she began
licking again. Up and down, around the cone, shaping the ice cream, knowing
he couldn't look away.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a table of college age boys
across the room, watching her as closely as the man across the table. It was
hard to keep the smile off her face, knowing she had this sudden audience.

"See? No more mess," she said. Holding the cone in both hands, she wrapped
her lips around the tip of the ice cream, moving her head down until her
lips touched the cone. He gasped, his own cone all but forgotten. When she
raised her head, she left the tip of the ice cream slightly bulbous.
"Problem, love?" she asked.

"You do know that other people are watching, don't you?"

She nodded, lowering her head down the ice cream shaft again. Up and down,
bobbing fast, making little moaning sounds in her throat. "Maybe we should
think about going," she said after a moment.

"Going?" He shifted on the seat. "I don't think I can walk yet."

She laughed, pressing the ice cream flat with her tongue. They could hear
the groans from her audience clear over here. "But just think of all the fun
we could have at home now. After all, we're all warmed up."

"Well, I'm certainly warm." He stood, dumping the rest of his cone into the
trashcan. "Are you coming?"

"Uhm, not yet," she began, sliding out of the booth, "but I am sure we both
will be when we get home."

"Augh!" He turned and headed for the door. Smirking, she followed behind
him. Pausing at the table where her audience sat, she leaned over, winking.
"Guess what he's going to get when we get home?" she asked. They were still
sitting there with their mouths wide open as she left.