A Drop in the Ocean

Raspberries

After dinner, Vanessa suggested dessert. I stayed sitting at the dining table whilst she went hunting in the freezer. “We’re out of ice,” I heard her complain softly, as one of my fantasies dissolved.

She filled up the ice trays in the sink with cold water, setting them out in the freezer. “We should have more in a few hours.”

Then maybe in a few hours I can find out what it’s like to fuck a girl with ice inside her...

“I’m really sorry, but it looks like we’ve run out of ice cream. All we have left is a small pack of raspberries.” She sounded disappointed. “And we’ll need to defrost them for a bit first.”

I heard the crackle of plastic and she shut the freezer door.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had raspberries, frozen or otherwise. Maybe last Christmas, when Mum made a raspberry pavlova?

Vanessa returned to the table, looking put out. I looked at her empty hands. “Where are the raspberries?”

“They need to defrost,” she replied.

“My hands are warm,” I told her. “I can hold the packet and help them defrost faster.” I looked around. “Where did you put them?”

She looked hesitant. “Well, I thought I could help them to defrost faster, too, and we’ve run out of ice...” One hand went under her skirt.

“You didn’t!” I gasped.

“Relax, the packet is still sealed,” she replied, as red liquid trickled down the inside of her thigh. She felt it and looked down. “Oh shit.”

“Please hand them over.” I told her, holding out my hand.

“They’re not defrosted yet,” she hedged.

I reached for her, but she stepped nimbly out of the way.

“Come and get them, then,” she challenged me with an impish smile.

I lumbered to my feet and reached for her again. She hesitated, looking from the stairs to the bunkroom to the cabin door.

Guessing her thoughts, I shifted between her and the cabin door.

Vanessa laughed. She feinted toward the door, dodging between my hands to lay her fingers on the door handle. I managed to touch her, but she twisted free before I could even close my fingers on her dress. She paused and winked before hightailing it down into the bunkroom. When I reached the top of the stairs, she held the packet of raspberries in one hand, popping one in her mouth with the other hand.

She chewed the morsel slowly as she carefully folded the packet up. “Nope, not defrosted yet.” The packet vanished up her skirt. She looked down and carefully placed another raspberry in the cleavage between her breasts. "Would you like one, Joe?"

I’ve never wanted a piece of fruit more in my life.

She held out her hands wide, palms up and empty. “If you want some, you’ll just have to come and get them.” She stood her ground, a wicked smile on her face.

I started down the steps.