Flower

1 FLOWER

It was that feminine musky scent, the smell of womanhood, that Adam noticed the first time he went down on a woman as a nineteen year old college freshman. Her name was Regina, and she had red hair with blue eyes and a chubby body, but that was OK. He liked chubby women, and skinny women, he was not a womanizer or a man who searched for sex with random women, he just thought all women were beautiful.

But that night with Regina he discovered he had a hunger. She had worn only a pink terrycloth bathrobe, she was freshly showered and smelled of lilac. He sat on the edge of the bed still clothed while she sat on lounge chair with long arms and left her robe open then draped a leg over the arm of the chair.

"Watch," she said softly.

He did, her finger caressed a tiny mound of pubic hair before tracing a plump lip with her index finger. Adam felt his jeans become tight when he noticed the pink bud peeking out, his breath caught in his throat as she parted her lips and sucked in a breath as she began to rub that pink lump. Then she stopped and he wanted to die, but then she said to him:

"Now you," she said.

And much like a dog allowed to get into a bed he unknowingly got on all fours and crawled to her. When the scent hit his nostril he felt his mouth start to water and his heart start to race. Her lips were pink and plump and glistened with a strange juice, he felt a moan escape his throat as his face came closer.

"Oh, my." Regina said startled but excited by the wide eyed delight on this underclassman.

With a pair of gentle fingers he spread her lips to reveal her flower. Adam had had sex a few times by this point, but he had never looked at a vagina so close before. He saw it as a mouth and kissed it with a lovers passion. He sealed his lips around hers and caressed her walls with the tip of his tongue, the tanginess made him moan.

Regina let out a cry as Adam boldly but softly pushed his narrow tongue into her as if in a French kiss. He gave her another French kiss and her hand found his chin and lifted it so he could she her face.

"I want you to..."

She had a finger just above her clitoris, and she was going to tell him what to do but he said:

2 FLOWER

"I know, I've seen...uh p-puh-porns, before." he was breathing fast and his hands shook with adrenaline.

"Well then, don't let me stop you."

She didn't, and Adam discovered a hunger. He felt lightheaded like he was drunk, but a good kind of drunk. Like he had had one glass too many of good wine. He plunged his tongue just under her pink bud and felt drunk on her juices. It was like the nectar of an over ripe sour fruit, truly the nectar of the gods his erotically charged mouth declared to her while he fed.

She laughed, but it wasn't a mean laugh. It was a laugh of delight, she laughed again as her hands rubbed Adam's head while he feasted on her. The sex that followed was hard and angry and they would take breaks in between to feed on each other. The sun was up for an hour before they were finally spent.

In the years that followed, Adam had rarely gotten to indulge in such a feeding frenzy. He might meet the occasional woman but they normally never seemed to want it. His ex wife certainly didn't like it, not that that was the reason for their divorce.

He laughed as he sat watching TV in his house near the town of Porter. No, though she did find the act disgusting and had yelled at him one night as he tried to preform the act on her. She said it was nasty and called him dirty. No, that wasn't the reason but Adam didn't think it helped.