Brie, he cocks his head to the side with a questioning expression. Oh, lord help me, ‘do not laugh’ I repeat to myself. Being best friends with Brie for nearly my entire life, I know her extreme closeted obsession with s’mores, and it is a rather unhealthy binge eating kind of fixation when she gets the urge to indulge. The sounds she makes as she eats anything combining the chocolate, marshmallow, and graham cracker creation is similar to that of a porno on skinamax. Brie looks to me as the woman behind the counter asks for her order. Brie gives me a wink. Oh fuck, she’s going to make a spectacle out of this pit stop .
“I’d like the s’more ice cream with hmm...” Brie’s voice trails off as she looks around behind the counter and exclaims “REESE’S!” I try to swallow down the bubble of laughter slowly billowing up my throat, not wanting to giveaway her soon to be pleasurable moans that I am certain neither Carter nor Chase are anticipating as she devours the cup of frozen deliciousness, thus causing me to cough. The guys both look at her when she shouts Reese’s and watch her intently as begins to hop in place as she waits impatiently.
I’m up to order, and of course I get what I always do when I came here back in the day, monkey business; it is a mixture of vanilla ice cream with walnuts, bananas, caramel, and chocolate sauce. It is simply the most delectable treat - heaven on earth. Next Chase orders, followed by Carter who also pays the tab, much to everyone’s displeasure. Well not Brie’s, because well, she has her cup of ice cream and just shoved a spoonful into her mouth. We all sit around a table in front of the window in an almost comfortable silence, almost being the operative word.
“Ooooh mmmm,” Brielle moans as she sucks the ice cream off the spoon before dipping it back into the cup and finding a chunk of what could only be Reese’s from her reaction. “Ahhh, yes, come to mama you scrumptious lil morsel of sin.”
Chase jerks his head to the left to watch her suck the spoon clean of any remnants, eyes bulging and gulping at her repeated gestures. “Um, you okay there Brie?” he asks bemused.
“I love the way the peanut butter and chocolate melt in my mouth, satisfying the cravings of my taste buds pleading for more,” Brielle simpers.
“Brielle Dawn Sava, shut the fuck up, people are starting to stare,” I attempt to scold her but can’t contain the laughter that comes abruptly after. She looks at me, then Chase giving him a wink. Carter is sneaking spoonfuls of my ice cream out of my cup, for what reason, I have never figured out. He loves my monkey business, but always gets the rocky road.
“Mmmm, but Hannah, it’s so so good,” she cries out in an over produced moan. She continues to eat and talk with a growing voice, “I mean, for serious, give me s’mores anything and I’ll suck your dick.”
Carter’s head hits the table in embarrassment, mumbling through his laughter. “She is losing her shit over ice cream and propositioning anyone who is listening... I am never gonna be able eat s’mores again without having audio-visual nightmares.” He looks up at us, shaking his head side to side as if to scrub his mind from the event.
My head falls back and I laugh harder than I have in a while. “Brie,” I say through my tears and labored breathing, “you are a fucking mess. This is a family establishment, you can’t say that shit.”
Chase is still staring at her, his mouth opens and closes a few times. “Fuck me,” he groans and rubs his forehead, likely processing my friend and her antics trying to make sense of it all.
“Banana, calm your tits. You too, Carter, only adults are in here,” she says looking around at the patrons laughing and talking, and then pops her shoulders, “not that I would have censored myself anyway.”
Once we all finish dessert and our conversation about the plans for the next few days, we head back to Carter’s truck.
“I’d like the s’more ice cream with hmm...” Brie’s voice trails off as she looks around behind the counter and exclaims “REESE’S!” I try to swallow down the bubble of laughter slowly billowing up my throat, not wanting to giveaway her soon to be pleasurable moans that I am certain neither Carter nor Chase are anticipating as she devours the cup of frozen deliciousness, thus causing me to cough. The guys both look at her when she shouts Reese’s and watch her intently as begins to hop in place as she waits impatiently.
I’m up to order, and of course I get what I always do when I came here back in the day, monkey business; it is a mixture of vanilla ice cream with walnuts, bananas, caramel, and chocolate sauce. It is simply the most delectable treat - heaven on earth. Next Chase orders, followed by Carter who also pays the tab, much to everyone’s displeasure. Well not Brie’s, because well, she has her cup of ice cream and just shoved a spoonful into her mouth. We all sit around a table in front of the window in an almost comfortable silence, almost being the operative word.
“Ooooh mmmm,” Brielle moans as she sucks the ice cream off the spoon before dipping it back into the cup and finding a chunk of what could only be Reese’s from her reaction. “Ahhh, yes, come to mama you scrumptious lil morsel of sin.”
Chase jerks his head to the left to watch her suck the spoon clean of any remnants, eyes bulging and gulping at her repeated gestures. “Um, you okay there Brie?” he asks bemused.
“I love the way the peanut butter and chocolate melt in my mouth, satisfying the cravings of my taste buds pleading for more,” Brielle simpers.
“Brielle Dawn Sava, shut the fuck up, people are starting to stare,” I attempt to scold her but can’t contain the laughter that comes abruptly after. She looks at me, then Chase giving him a wink. Carter is sneaking spoonfuls of my ice cream out of my cup, for what reason, I have never figured out. He loves my monkey business, but always gets the rocky road.
“Mmmm, but Hannah, it’s so so good,” she cries out in an over produced moan. She continues to eat and talk with a growing voice, “I mean, for serious, give me s’mores anything and I’ll suck your dick.”
Carter’s head hits the table in embarrassment, mumbling through his laughter. “She is losing her shit over ice cream and propositioning anyone who is listening... I am never gonna be able eat s’mores again without having audio-visual nightmares.” He looks up at us, shaking his head side to side as if to scrub his mind from the event.
My head falls back and I laugh harder than I have in a while. “Brie,” I say through my tears and labored breathing, “you are a fucking mess. This is a family establishment, you can’t say that shit.”
Chase is still staring at her, his mouth opens and closes a few times. “Fuck me,” he groans and rubs his forehead, likely processing my friend and her antics trying to make sense of it all.
“Banana, calm your tits. You too, Carter, only adults are in here,” she says looking around at the patrons laughing and talking, and then pops her shoulders, “not that I would have censored myself anyway.”
Once we all finish dessert and our conversation about the plans for the next few days, we head back to Carter’s truck.
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