J'adore : ̗̀➛ Gif Imagines

Mommy Issues ( Brianne Howey )

Lemons

You were a high school senior. Straight A's, dedicated, determined to make your parents proud. Your life was exactly how you imagined it—for all eighteen years, there hadn't been much to complain about. At school, you kept to yourself and paid attention, which explained your grades. You were also a cheerleader, but not the cliché kind you read about in "cheerleader and the football player" stories. You were far from it—polite, lowkey, not popular, and definitely not dating a football player.

Speaking of dating... you never had. Not once. Still, there was a trail of guys clearly interested in you, proof enough that you were wanted. But for some reason, none of them caught your interest. No spark. No pull. At one point, you started wondering if maybe you were into girls. Maybe that's why the guys never clicked. But you pushed the thought aside. You told yourself you were just focused on your studies. Relationships would only be a distraction. And that was that.

On weekends, you helped your dad at his bakery. You loved waitressing—talking to the regulars, taking orders, cracking smiles over coffee and donuts.

It was a small town.

Same faces.

Same routines.

Until one Saturday morning.

She walked in—a beautiful southern blonde with a bright, flirty smile. You'd never seen her before, which was strange in itself. Apron around your waist, pen and sticky notes in hand, you made your way to her table.

" Hi, welcome to Fred's bakery," You greeted, smiling at the woman. She was so beautiful. Her blonde long hair cascaded down her shoulders, her tight crop-top making her cleavage more revealing. Wait- why were you looking at that? " May I take your order?," You added.

She was stunning. Her long blonde hair fell down her shoulders, and her crop top made her cleavage... noticeable. Wait—why were you even looking at that?

"May I take your order?" you asked, trying to sound normal.

She smiled wider the moment you approached, eyeing you up and down before saying, "Well, hi! You're a pretty young woman."

Her smile didn't fade. Straight white teeth. Perfect lips.

You blushed but kept your composure. "Ah, well, thank you. I could say the same about you." You smiled, and she bit her bottom lip.

There was a pause. A loaded silence as the two of you just stared. You could feel your cheeks heat up. Thankfully, she looked down at the menu, breaking the tension.

"Well, I'd love something with lemon..." she trailed off, scanning. "Aha! There we go—I'll have a lemon pie."

You nodded, scribbling it down. "Anything else?"

"Mmm... lemon meringue sounds good too."

"And for a drink?"

"Lemonade, please."

You chuckled softly as you took the notes. "You really love lemons."

"I sure do," she said, that southern drawl curling around her words as she smirked at you.

Then she did it again. Bit her lip. Stared.

You tried to stay cool, but you couldn't.

Oh god—those lips. The way she wet them. The way she held them between her teeth. It wasn't helping.

You felt... things.

Your pen slipped from your fingers. Before you could bend down, she was already reaching for it.

Oh god.

Instead of just handing it back, she lingered. Looked up at you from under her lashes, smirking. Her chest, already hard to ignore, was right there, framed perfectly by the low cut of her top.

You were overheating.

This couldn't be happening.

Why now?

You were still a virgin, but that didn't stop your thoughts from going places.

And you'd be lying if you said lesbian porn wasn't your go-to whenever those thoughts got too strong.

She was teasing you. Enjoying how flustered she was making you.

"I'll be right back with your order," you blurted, grabbing the pen from her and turning away in a rush.

This woman.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" your dad asked as you stopped at the counter, clearly out of breath.

"Yeah, Dad. I'm fine. Don't worry," you replied, forcing a smile and trying to steady your nerves.

This woman.

She hadn't even touched you, and still—you felt like dropping to your knees and letting her take full control.