"You really know how to flatter a girl." She pulled my head down and held it firmly against her elegant bosom. I licked the milk off her breasts with ...ong slow strokes of my tongue, making sure to occasionally bump against the hard, protruding nubs of her nipples. "How do I taste?" she asked, a little breathlessly. "Delish. Kinda sweet, though. You need a little something." I found a ripe little kiwi fruit and squeezed it over Cindy like I was wringing out a sponge. She shrieked in mock horror. I looked down at the locket I'd been fondling and felt that all too familiar burning sensation in my eyes, I glanced over at the cheap end table I had bought at a yard sale and looked at the picture of mom and I taken at my high school graduation. Mom hadn't come from the best of stock as she'd put it and I was the first in her family to finish high school. The fact I'd graduated with honors and was now in college was a source of great pride for her and she would tell anyone who would stand. I was glad I asked her in our room. She was so happy I thought she'd fuck me to death.We decided to schedule the wedding for June, right after we graduated, so we could coordinate our job searches as a married couple and it wouldn't interfere with finals and other graduation activities. At her suggestion we decided to write our own wedding vows. I wasn't crazy about the idea because I thought the traditional vows that had joined my parents together were good enough for me but I acquiesced to. Heat rises in my core despite standing in front of the fridge. I shift my stance as the warmth stirs between my legs, knowing it is no longer from the temperature outside. Taking a deep breath I can smell my own arousal. I turn back to the fridge trying to focus. “We have… Grapes?”“Nah.”“Pineapple?” “Nope.”“Tomato.”“Really?” “Its a fruit,” I smirk to myself and next thing I know Abby’s shirt is hanging off the door. The rush of cool air drags a subtle hint of her into my lungs. Her scent.