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{ASSM}"Alphabet Game: Licorice"{Dancer}(veg)


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Admonition: This story contains explicit descriptions of 
people engaging in careless and unprotected sexual 
activity.  PLEASE do not emulate these people since they 
are fictional characters existing in a fantasy world where 
sexually transmitted disease and unwanted pregnancy don't 
happen.  You don't live in such a world, so "let's be 
careful out there."

Oh, and minors shouldn't be reading this stuff - if you 
can't place the quote I just made in the last paragraph, 
you probably aren't old enough to be flipping through ASS*. 
Bugger off and watch 'TV Land' instead, so you can bone up 
for little age-testing quizzes like this! :)


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opus, holds all rights of reproduction.  Private copies for 
personal perusal and archives for NON-commercial 
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Editor's Note: Here it is - part twelve of Dancer's 
'Alphabet Game'; twenty-six hot, little vignettes she 
whipped out in something like a week or two - Lord Malinov 
eat your heart out with that semi-annual 'story-a-day' run 
I remember *way* back in the 20th century! ;) (Is he still 
around?)

And relax - these stories are all self-contained - you 
don't HAVE to read them in order, or read any of the ones 
that might squick you...

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The Alphabet Game (12/26) (veg)
Licorice
Copyright Dancer 2001

There was a young lady seated on the narrow bench at the 
bus stop and Chris hesitated. "Is it alright if I sit?" he 
asked, gesturing to the space beside her.

"Sure," she answered and moved her backpack off the bench 
to the sidewalk. He sat down near her but not too close. A 
crinkling of cellophane caught his attention. She opened a 
package of licorice twists, separated one piece and placed 
it between her lips. Chris dropped his head back and 
groaned. "Is something wrong?" she asked, concerned.

"Nothing a little time can't heal," he replied and crossed 
his legs to hide the sudden tenting of his pants. She 
observed Chris' effort to conceal himself and a slight 
smile played along her lips. She leaned her left side 
against the back of the bench and Chris glanced down. His 
eyes zoomed in on her mouth and how she pushed and pulled 
the licorice passed her lips. He should have looked away 
but he was totally mesmerized at what she was doing to that 
candy.

In, out. In, out. In, out. The soggy, pinched tip she 
rubbed over her open mouth, painting her lips a rosy color 
with the melted candy. She stuck her tongue out as far as 
possible and curled the lingual muscle along the length of 
the twist, then stroking the licorice feverishly over the 
pink flesh. "Mmm, I love red licorice. Do you want a 
taste?" She held her mouth toy up to Chris' parted lips.

Quick as a wink, Chris bit the twist in half and gave the 
lady a penetrating look. She squeaked at his movement and 
stared wide-eyed at her now shortened candy, whispering, "I 
take it that's a 'yes'." She waggled the licorice under his 
nose. "You shouldn't take candy from strangers, y'know. 
Didn't your mother ever tell you that?"

"Uh-huh," Chris said after swallowing. "But my dad told me 
never to say no to a lady." Her cheeks pinkened and she 
lowered her eyes to her lap. Unable to resist, Chris bent 
his face close to hers and kissed her forehead briefly.

"What was that for?" she asked.

His mouth curved up in a smile. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For giving me a reason not to step in front of a bus 
today."

A hand flew to her mouth as she gasped "You were going to 
kill yourself?" He nodded. "Why?"

"I have nothing to live for."

"Ohmygod," she cried and grabbed his hands with hers. 
"Don't do it!"

"Why not?" Chris snorted. "My wife and son died in 
childbirth an hour ago. They were my love, my reason for 
living." He shook his head. "A girl like you wouldn't 
understand."

"I understand more than you think." She threw his hands 
away in disgust. She grabbed her backpack and shoved it in 
his face. "I've got my brother's .38 in here, loaded and 
ready to fire. When I got to school today, I was gonna 
shoot my boyfriend for screwing around on me. It probably 
sounds trivial to an adult like yourself, but I loved Billy 
and I was gonna show the little fucker he can't sleep 
around with Debbi and get away with it." Her face was 
flushed and her mouth trembled with anger.

"Give me the gun." Chris stuck a hand out.

"Okay," she conceded, unzipping her knapsack and handing 
the weapon over. "But promise me you won't shoot yourself." 
Chris emptied the bullets out of the chamber and they 
clinked against each other in his palm.

He handed the gun back and touched her chin. "I want you to 
go home and put the gun back where ever your brother keeps 
it."

"What about the ammo?"

"I'll ditch it some place safe."

She stood up and flung her pack over one shoulder. "Can you 
meet me here tomorrow? So I know you're still alive."

"Yeah, I'll be here."

"Good," she replied with a smile and walked away, then 
turned and called back, "Bring some licorice." Chris' 
laughter filled the air.

End part 12

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Editor's Postscript:  <sigh>  Poignant.  Not much sex - 
only erotic flirtation...though maybe there's the 
possibility of some in the unwritten future. :) 
