Sauce*Box 21: Peach Cobbler

Peach Cobbler
by Terrie Relf

amirah had just finished unpacking the last box of books when there was a knock on the front door.

"Who is it?" she called, curious, as she didn’t think she knew anyone in the student apartment complex yet.

"It’s Marie--your next door neighbor."

"Just a minute." She remembered seeing Marie the day before—and liked what she saw.

When she opened the door, Marie brushed back her long magenta bangs, and fidgeted with one of her dragon-charm earrings. She was cradling a pink box.

"I’ve brought you a welcome treat. Hope you like peach cobbler."

"Come in—come in. How nice of you!"

Samirah led Marie through her living room area into the kitchen. "I’ll make us tea."

Marie looked around the apartment, trying not to be too nosey, but really curious about her new neighbor.

"I can’t believe you’re already unpacked. I’m still sorting through my boxes. Probably will be all semester, too."

"I can’t study with my place a mess. It’s my first place away from home. It’s so good to have some freedom. I can be myself for a change."

"Parents! Mine know I’m a slob. So, what’re you studying?"

"Undeclared, but probably biology. You?" The teakettle began to boil. Samirah reached into a drawer, pulled out a brand new blue-flowered hot pad, then lifted the kettle to pour boiling water into a ceramic pot.

"Me? Advertising, I think. I’m into so many things."

"Me, too."

Samirah set the tea tray on the table, then carefully untapped the box and lifted the lid.

"Oh—it smells exquisite!"

"Wait’ll you taste it. I get it from the café on the corner. They actually make it there."

Samirah began to scoop the cobbler into bowls. By the time she was finished, her fingers were smeared with thick syrup.

"Oh my—messy, isn’t it!" She looked around for something to wipe her fingers on, shrugged, giggled, then tentatively licked them.

"Go for it—it’s just us two girls here. That’s part of the fun."

Without hesitating, Samirah licked along the sides of her fingers, then placed them in her mouth, sucking them almost absentmindedly, as Marie watched. Samirah looked at her out of the corner of her eyes, dark lashes lowered provocatively. Marie’s cheeks began to burn. Moisture seeped into her panties.

While she ate, Samirah occasionally made little whimpering sounds. When her bowl was empty, she rested her spoon inside it, opened the pink paper lid to stare inside.

"I’ll have more if you do."

"No thank you," Marie had barely touched hers.

She took a sip of tea, then another, until she felt the light tingle of Samirah’s hand on hers.

"It’s ok. Relax. "

Marie closed her eyes, rested her hand on the table. Samirah continued to stroke it, occasionally trailing her fingers up toward her elbow, around and down the front of her forearm. She shuddered as she heard the scrape-slide of a chair moving toward her, felt the soft, yet insistent pressure, of Samirah’s thigh pressed against hers, a hand slowly circling her lower back as another stroked her cheek, gently turning her face for the first soft kiss.

Samirah ran her tongue lightly across Marie’s upper lip, then just under its moist edge. She trembled, sighed, as Samirah gently sucked her lower lip, then whispered:

"Umm—you taste like peaches. So sweet," near her ear before taking the lobe between her teeth, nibbling on it.

Marie moaned, reached instinctively for Samirah. Once nestled together on the chair, their swollen mons touched through the thin fabric of Marie’s sarong and Samirah’s cotton shorts.

"I’ve never been with a woman before," Marie whispered, gazing incredulously into Samirah’s iridescent black eyes before she kissed her, slipping her tongue inside the other woman’s mouth, then sucking hungrily on her lips and tongue.

Samirah slid her hand up Marie’s leg, savored the moist heat radiating from her sex. She tugged at the sarong’s loosely-tied knot until the fabric fell away.

Marie gasped as Samirah’s hand slipped inside her panties. A firm hand grasped her bottom, pulling her closer. She circled her nails, scratching lightly, and Marie arched her back just enough for Samirah to ease her fingers inside.

"Umm-- juicy. Come on—up on the table with you." Despite her protests, Marie scooted up onto the table, somehow managed to brace herself as Samirah lifted first one foot, then another onto her shoulders, then lowered her head to the ripe opening between Marie’s legs, pressing her lips apart with her thumbs, circling Marie’s tiny brown seed with her tongue, then sucking on her engorged vulva before taking it into her mouth.

As wave after wave of orgasm resonated through Marie, Samirah eased her down flat on the table, pressing her knees up and apart against her chest so that she could finger her pussy and still suck on her nub. Marie’s cheeks were parted and glistening, inviting Samirah to circle and press against her anus. Marie opened to her, bore down on her fingers, screamed:

"oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my—" until she convulsed again.

After a bit, Marie opened her eyes, grinned, and shook her head at Samirah.

"How about blueberry pie tomorrow?"

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