Lemons

You were a high school student. Senior year, to be more in-depth. Straight A's student, and a dedication to make your parents proud down the road. Your life was just like you imagined it to be. At least for the eighteen years of existence, you couldn't find a deficiency. At school, you were reserved and attentive, hence the good qualifications. You were also a cheerleader, but not the cliche personality you would see on a typical ' the cheerleader and the football player' book. You were far from that type of persona. You weren't bad-mannered, "popular", and even less dating a football player. Speaking about having a high school sweetheart, you've never dated anyone before. The trail of guys you had behind your back, was easily a prove that you were desired. But somehow, they never enchanted you. You couldn't find an attraction for them. At one point, you began to think that maybe you were attracted to girls. That maybe that was the reason you couldn't find chemistry with any of the guys. But you quickly shook that thought away. You made yourself believe that you were just focusing on your studies so much, that you weren't going to distract yourself by getting into a commitment. And it stood that way.

During the weekends, you went down to your dad's bakery shop and helped him out for a couple of hours. You loved being a waitress. It was always fun to interact with the people that would come in for their usual coffee and donut. Your town was small, so you were used to seeing the same people every time.

That was until one Saturday morning, a beautiful southern blonde barged in, with a very inviting smile plastered on her face. You've never seen her before, so seeing her was just so not expected. With an apron wrapped around your waist, and your sticky notes and pen on your hands, you went down 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 smiled widely once you came in, scanning you up and down before speaking, " Well, hi! you're a pretty young woman," she exclaimed, her smile not living her lips- exposing her straight white teeth.

You blushed a little bit, but remained collected. " Ah, well, thank you! I must say the same about you," You replied with a smile, and she bit her bottom lip. There was a moment of silent as the two of you just looked at each other. You were beginning to feel your cheeks get red, but luckily the woman took her eyes away from you and down to the menu.

" Well, I would love to eat something with lemons...," she trailed off, scanning the menu. " Aha! There we go," she exclaimed, looking back at you. " I would love a lemon pie. "

You swallowed, and nodded writing it down. " Anything else? "

" Mmm, a lemon meringue sounds good too," she added.

" And for drink? "

" A lemonade, please. "

You giggled softly, writing everything down on your notes. " You sure do love lemons. "

" I sure do!," she expressed with her thick southern accent, smirking at you.

And then she did it again. She stared at you, bitting her bottom lip.

You tried to compose yourself, but you couldn't.

Oh god-her lips were so inviting. And the way she wet them, as she held them tight with her teeth, weren't helping.

You felt things.

Your pen fell to the ground once you began to tremble, but the woman was fast enough to bend down from her chair and grab it for you.

Oh god.

She took the pen, and instead of leaning back to her chair and hand it to you, she looked up and smirked . Her skintight breasts were more unveiling from down there and you couldn't help but stare.

You began to feel hot.

This couldn't be happening.

And why now?

You were a virgin, but that didn't stop you from thinking badly.

And you would be lying if lesbian porn wasn't the first thing you searched for whenever you felt....things.

The woman was teasing you. And she was enjoying seeing you squirm.

" I'll be right back with your order..," You gasped, immediately grabbing the pen from her hands. You spun around and left her table feeling flustered.

This woman.

" Are you good, sweetheart?," Your dad asked concerned, once he saw you by the counter breathing heavily.

" Yeah, dad. I'm fine, don't worry...," You hid your agitation with a smile.

This woman.

She didn't even touched you, and you felt like kneeling down and letting her dominate you.