My friend Samantha and I were lounging around her apartment, sipping on glasses of wine and watching TV. We'd just finished a rich chocolate cake that she'd baked earlier, and I couldn't help but tease her about it lingering on her hips. She rolled her eyes, but there was a playful glint in her eye when she suggested we play a game.
"How about this," Samantha said, grabbing a slice of the cake and pressing it against her ass cheek. "We race to see who can get the cake in their mouth first, but the loser has to... clean up the other person's mess."
I hesitated for a moment, but the promise of victory and watching Samantha squirm was too enticing. We closed our eyes and dove in. My tongue was quicker than hers, and I pushed the c We closed our eyes and dove in. My tongue was quicker than hers, and I pushed the chocolate ice cream into my mouth before she could react, but she managed to swipe some of it off the spoon and into hers too, laughing as we savored the cool, sweet taste together.
