Leaning forward I lay my tongue under that rubbery skin as it slipped side to side and slowly deeper, now pressing against the back of my throat.To Be Continued…JWR Copyright 2018 “It’s my breakfast”I had been carrying that banana since the afternoon when I went for lunch and he had found it in my pocket, the knobby end still attached, the soft sweep of that bend holding it deep in my jacket.“ ’R ya sure you wanna save it”I raise my eyebrows and watched him as he held it between us, his fist wrapping that yellow thick skin, the end sticking out another four inches.He lifted it to my mouth, held it there resting on that lower lip, looking into my eyes, waiting to see my response.With a twist of his wrist he pulled that end from my lips, watching as I glanced from that nubbly tip to his eyes, expectant and knowing, a dare that would determine our interactions from this moment forward.I stuck my tongue under that rubbery yellow skin and swabbed it in long strokes back and forth and leaned forward to wrap my lips around that short nub.The hard black tip ran over my tongue scratching at that sand-papery surface and I pulled back, taking just that
