Raspberry Beret (Ode to Prince, the Artist)

Kevin was watching a fly buzz around the general store. The low hum of its wings kept him hypnotized, steeping him further into his ennui. It seemed he’d done this same task yesterday, only it was a dragonfly. Anyway. The shop was dead. Tuesday mornings were the slowest, but his dad always insisted he be on hand for the locals.

That’s when he heard it: the most melodic laugh. It was definitely female. Soft, husky. It definitely wasn’t a little girl. His eyes peeped through the store front. There she stood with some other gals at the gas pump. She wore a breezy yellow sundress that did its best to clutch on to her luscious curves. On her head, she wore a jaunty beret. It looked military issue, but he wasn’t sure there was such a thing as a raspberry beret squad. Maybe it was once maroon and it got ruined in the wash. Who knows? Who cares? She was hot.

Her long raven curls fell just above her pert little bottom; a contrast to her rosy skin. Her limbs were long but she was definitely curvy. As she leaned against the old pick-up truck, he got a better view of her front half. Her face was heart-shaped with cheeks a shade rosier than the rest of her skin. Her lips were plump, red, kissable – scratch that, damn near suckable. Kevin suddenly felt a shift in his jeans and a lump forming in his throat. She was fiddling with her phone, texting, when one of the other girls handed her some cash. Sighing, she wandered toward the door.

The sway of her hips kept Kevin enthralled more so than that dang fly. They moved in a steady motion, a pendulum. Her hair swishing behind her licked at the top of her bottom. She was half way to the door when Kevin jolted himself away from the window to his post at the counter, trying to look inconspicuous. He had to hide this erection she’d caused. Now, safely ensconced at his post, he sighed in relief, waiting for her arrival. He pulled up the magazine he had been perusing earlier, pretending disinterest.

Where was she? He asked himself. It seemed like forever before he heard her step onto the creaky old stoop. That’s when he saw her. Ooh, he saw her. Her dress was clinging to her every curve and he could make out what looked like tiny raspberries dotting it. Her creamy legs looked tasty and strong, dancer like. Thank God for this counter, because his dick just doubled. She was hotter up close. Even better, he could smell her sweet scent as it drifted in over the humid breeze. She paused only a second when the ding from her phone caught her attention. She looked down then back at the girls to smirk. They must’ve sent her a joke.

She finally got her feet moving toward the counter that swish of her hips holding his attention. She placed the two twenties on the scratched wood surface. Kevin looked at her hand. They were delicate and fine. The long digits flowed effortlessly into the tips of polish-less nails. He noted the simple tattoo just at the juncture of her wrist, thumb side. It looked like two raspberries.

He took the two twenties. “You like raspberries, huh?”

“You should know that, you used to tease me something awful about it,” she retorted.

Kevin was suddenly confused. She knew him? Who was she? He looked up at her and noted those aquamarine gems she toted for eyes. And it hit him. Lizzie Green. Shit, he hadn’t seen her since eighth grade. Her family moved when her dad was called up to the big city for a major project. She was a homely looking girl back then. Stringing hair, thin as a bean pole, sickly looking. Hell, if you sneezed, she probably would’ve blown away. He and the fellas did tease her something bad back in grade school, but it was all in good fun. Truth be told, Kevin did love them ocean-colored eyes of hers. For a country boy who didn’t see the beach much, they were a good substitute.

Damn, how the years blessed her?

“You still chasing frogs down by Old Man Johnson’s farm?” she asked with a flirtatious smile, taking a lollipop from the white container, checking the flavor.

“Nope, chasing other things now.” He leaned a hand on the counter while his eyes raked over her body slowly.

She returned a look of her own. “Is that right?” She popped the candy (raspberry flavored, of course) into her mouth and took a long suck, causing Kevin’s dick to tick painfully.

Clearing his throat, he tried to regain control. “How long you in town?”

“Oh, we’ve moved back permanently, or at least my parents have.” Turning her back, she leaned her ample backside against the counter. “Your mom and dad still here.”

“Dad is. Mom ran off with the mail man.” Kevin rang up the gas, not the lollipop.

“That’s too bad.”

“Worked out for my dad. No alimony and a lot of women who are willing to comfort him.” He laughed. “What are your plans while you’re here?”

“Not sure, but if you got some, I’d sure love to hear it.” Her eyes turned on his, bedroom like.

“You still like horses?”

“Depends on the breed.” She hoisted her body up onto the counter.

Kevin leaned in closer taking in her flowery scent. She turned her torso toward him, giving a great view of her large breasts. Kevin’s fingers itched to touch one. She really did fill out.

“Studs?”

She smirked seductively. “My favorite.”

Lizzie quickly scrolled her thumbs across the screen then tucked the phone back into in her bra. Kevin was envious. He wished he could be wedged between those mounds and cradled by that soft skin. He let out a long sigh.

“Well, I know a place. But I can’t ask you to leave your friends.”

“Seems I’ve been abandoned.”

She was looking out the window noting the pick-up was no longer in the gas bay. Kevin’s mouth hung open in mild surprise then glanced at Lizzie. Her smile was wicked as she slid off the counter to wander toward an aisle. He could just make out her beret and the top part of her face as she made her way down the lane. He could see her eyes perusing the shelf looking for something specific. Kevin racked his head trying to recall what was down aisle 6.

Then it dawned on him just as her eyes lit up at the find. She had found what she wanted and was heading back to the check out. Shaking the Trojans like a box of doggie snacks, Lizzie said, “Put these on my tab.”

She handed him her credit card, which he absently ran as he stared dumbfounded at the condoms. Once the transaction had cleared, he handed her the receipt. She leaned over the counter, giving him a blatant view of her deep cleavage. Kevin was transfixed as she scrolled her name across the signature line then returned the slip to him with a wink. Curious, Kevin glanced down at the receipt and caught his breath.

Written in that cutesy, girlie script, right down to the heart shaped dotted “I” was the phrase: I’ve got the harness. You got the stud?

Kevin quickly jumped the counter ran over to the window to flip the Closed sign. He locked up as well just in case. His dad would kill him if he left the store unlocked. In fact, he was sure his dad would be plotting his demise as soon as he realized he was gone, but he needed this break. Taking her hand, he led her toward the store room, then out the back door toward his bike. He helped Lizzie on before taking his post in front of her.

The sun had been pushed behind some clouds and he heard the distinct sound of thunder in the air, but he ignored that as he kicked up the engine. A dust cloud was all that was left as he barreled onto the road.

“So, where’s the stable?” she purred in his ear.

“Old Man Johnson abandoned the farm a while back. It’s quiet enough,” he called over the engine.

Lizzie wrapped her arms about his waist, rubbing her breasts against him. He could feel the peaks rolling over his backbone, causing a strange thirst in his mouth. Her perfume was heady and sweet drowning out the smell of gas from the motorcycle.

“I know you must think me forward, but I’ve had a crush on you since Ms. Puente’s class,” she whispered huskily in his ear. Her hand drifted from his stomach to his crotch. Between the vibrations of the seat to the soft squeeze of her fingers he wasn’t sure how he was keeping his eye on the road.

“Really?”

“When my parents said they were moving back, I knew I had to come look ya up.”

“Well, you found me.”

Her fingers wrapped around his sack and gently tugged causing him to catch his breath. “I sure did.”

Kevin sped up the bike. Old Man Johnson’s farm was coming in the distance and so was the storm. Lightning flashed across the sky as they pulled inside the open barn doors and shortly thereafter came the flood. Kevin pulled the doors closed and shook off the water from his arm as Lizzie was glancing about the dimly lit barn. Fresh hay still lined the stalls and there were still some animals in them.

“Some of the neighbors are housing their animals here while they rebuild,” Kevin explained. “Old Man Johnson was suffering from dementia and his son had him committed to the old folks’ home.”

“That’s so sad,” Lizzie said, running a hand over the muzzle of a spotted Pinto. “I remember when you and Jimmy James and Morris Diaz ‘borrowed’ one of his prize hogs, then rode the poor thing through the school yard.”

“Yeah. My father tanned my hide good that night and left me without dinner.”

“But tell me it wasn’t worth it.” She leaned against the stall.

Kevin chuckled. “Worth every stroke.”

Lizzie eyed him seductively, running her lush tongue over her lips. “That’s kinda how I feel now.”

Without another word, she drew him down for a kiss. Her mouth folded over his like the purest silk, tinged with the fruity flavor of the lollipop. It was warm and inviting, pulling him closer and closer until his body was firmly pressed against hers. Her tongue toyed with his like a snake charmer with a flute. He was compelled to dance with it. Playfully, she bit down on his lower lip, tugging and sucking it into her mouth. This girl knew how to kiss and was making it a damn art form.

Lizzie took out the Trojans from her purse and pulled out a silver pack. Tearing it open, she sealed her lips over the latex then fell to her knees while quickly unzipping his jeans. She didn’t need to dig into the denim too far, since his dick decided to just roll out to meet her waiting mouth. Kevin gripped the stall tensely, taking in the lush feel of her cool mouth embracing him with the protection. He could feel her lips roll smoothly over the veins and flesh of his rod, pulling and push it in a steady rhythm. A euphoric groan rumbled in his chest, but it was quickly swallowed up by a gasp. Looking down, Kevin was treated to the sight of Lizzie pleasuring herself.

Her long fingers were hidden under her dress, but he could still see the circular motion of her hand as she stirred up her lust. Her moans vibrated over her tongue causing his dick to stiffen more. He watched, mesmerized by her multi-tasking.

“Fuck,” he whispered in awe.

Lizzie looked up, running her tongue over him like the lollipop from earlier. “You like?”

Kevin could only manage a nod, fearful his voice would crack.

She dipped her mouth over his dick again and began to stroke harder, matching the pummel of his hips pump for pump. Kevin was just reaching the edge, when he pulled out. He wanted to save some for her puss. He reached down and dragged her up. Lizzie pulled her dress over her head, tossing it over the stall, just missing the Pinto. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, naked as a blue jay. Kevin whistled his approval. Yep, she sure hell filled out.

Her breasts were just the right size - big. Her nipples were sippable, rose tipped and delectable. Her waist was slender, rounded by her curvy hips into long legs. Kevin’s breath was stuck in his throat, ragged. He didn’t think it was possible but he was getting harder the longer he stared at her naked form. He tore his shirt over his head, revealing his cocoa colored skin, proving he was no slouch himself. He kept his body in pretty good shape. With moving boxes from the trucks to the store room, he had to be.

Lizzie’s fingers trailed over the darkened ridges of his abs, causing them to flex. She wrapped them about the band of his pants and tugged them down his legs, playfully drawing his dick back into her mouth for a lustful second. He kicked off his sneakers and the rest of his pants before pulling her against his firmness. His hands kneaded her juicy booty, slapping and gripping it possessively. She didn’t seem to mind his gentle roughness. In fact, she seemed to draw closer to it. Her harmonious moans moved through him, begging for more.

“Boy, you something else,” he rasped against her ear, lacing kisses against her neck.

“And more,” she winked arrogantly, wrapping her legs around his hips.

Within seconds, she drew his engorged staff into her sweet abyss. She was warm, wet and inviting. It was tight and apparently gravity had nothing on her. She was riding and grinding against him like a rodeo star. Kevin was simply holding her hips as she did all the work. If he wasn’t careful she’d have him busting a nut standing.

Kevin moved toward an empty stall full of soft hay, their mouths never breaking contact. They rolled into the mound, covering themselves in the prickly grass. They were warring for dominance, but Kevin won out. He hooked his arms beneath her knees, locking her to his body and giving him a great view. He stared down at the juncture between them and was awestruck. Damn, even her puss made his dick look perfect. She was freshly trimmed with plump rosy lips wrapped about his pole. He watched mesmerized as he pushed his manhood in and out of her soaked depths.

Lizzie’s moans rattled through the barn as the rain washed over the window panes. Every so often, the thunder would join in to the melody. The pressure was intensify with each stroke, building the steam. Sweat began to run down Kevin’s forehead, over his chest and down his body. The sweet pressure of her sugar walls held him captive. Then, he felt the internal quiver of her body as it swallowed him whole. The vibrations triggered his own orgasm, forcing a loud grunt from his throat. He was trying to hold back, but it was too good. Within in seconds of the last stroke, the last drop pulled from his body, he fell on the hay next to Lizzie into a deep sleep.

Hours later, Kevin woke up to the sound of his cellphone dinging. He was alone. He noted the sunlight streaming into the barn from the open door. Where did Lizzie go? The ding of his cellphone drew his notice. Peeping the messages, he panicked at the first text from his dad inquiring about where he was, but it wasn’t until the second message that he realized his goose would be cooked.

Thanks for a good time, Kevin. I’ll be sure to return the bike. Oh, your clothes are hanging on the highest branch of Old Man Johnson’s tree. XOXO, Lizzie