Spinach
Grapes
Walnuts
Feta Cheese
Drizzle of Olive Oil
Drizzle of Balsamic Vinaigrette
Drizzle of Maple Syrup
Toss well.
Enjoy!

Then I went through it again. And then again. And then I gave in. It was wonderful.

All my fault. I was crossing the street listening to Def Lep when a text came in from my grandma with her recipe for spinach salad, and I was thinking what the ... when out of the corner of my ears I heard this dog barking, and when I turned to see, this girl on her bike plowed straight into me. Everything went flying.

I found myself on my back on the pavement.

“You okay?” the girl said, staring down at me.

I couldn’t answer right away because of where her bike had hit me. Maybe my mouth opened like a baby bird.

“Should I call 911?” she said.

I noticed my phone, lying on the pavement next to me, part of it, shattered.

“No,” I managed to get out. “I think I’m all right. How about you? Did that dog bite you?”

“No. Just slobbered on my leg.”

“Well, that’s good. I mean it’s good he didn’t bite you.”

“Right,” she said. “He always chases me to the tunnel. Right to the entrance. Then he stops. So far he’s never bitten me, but today I think he was going to. Who knows what would have happened if you hadn’t been there.”

“Your bike okay?”

“Seems to be. I’m sorry I ran into you. I guess your phone is wrecked, huh?”

“Yeah, well, I should have been paying more attention.”

“You should have,” she agreed. “My place is right on the other side of the tunnel, if you want to get cleaned up or anything.”

“I’m sure I’ll be okay. Probably.”

“You should come over. It’s the least I can do.”

“You’re sure?”

She smiled.

So I went to her place. She led me to the bathroom.

“So where did I get you?” she asked.

“Um. Kind of my front.”

“Your front?”

I nodded solemnly.

“That’s what I wondered,” she said. “Why don’t you take down your shorts so we can make sure everything’s okay?”

“Really?”

She nodded solemnly.

I pushed down my shorts.

“Mm,” she said, kneeling before me. “Looks to be in pretty good shape. But maybe we should test it.”

Before I could disagree, not that I would have, she had me in her mouth.

“Oh god,” I managed to moan.

“Mmmm,” she hummed. She looked up at me with beautiful, lewd eyes. I’d grown enough so only the head was in her mouth. She pursed her lips, pushing me out, and licked, all while looking into my eyes. Then she said, “We should make sure you’re fully functional, don’t you think? Do you want to come in my mouth or in my cunt?”

She said this in such a simple, off-hand way it was hugely sexy. “Cunt,” I managed to croak.

“That’s what I was hoping,” she said. She stood up and led me to the bedroom. A moment later she was naked and I was inside her and we were fucking. She was slippery and warm and tight. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I wanted it to last. I wanted it to last forever, but I knew I wouldn’t last. Not unless ... I thought of my grandmother’s recipe for spinach salad. I tried to remember it, step by step.

“Grapes,” I blurted.

“Oh, you fuck so nice,” she whispered. “You feel so good. I’m so glad I ran into you. Come in me now. I want to feel you come.” And then her eyes squeezed, and she quivered and gasped, and I could feel her cunt clenching hard around my cock and I was lost, completely, wonderfully, lost.

“That was so nice,” she said, later, her head upon my chest. Her fingers played lazily with my penis.

“Yes,” I agreed. “Nice.”

“But what was that about walnuts?”

“I don’t know,” I said.

“You do know. Tell me.”

So I told her.

“We should have that salad more often,” she said. She was stroking me softly. Firmly. I was growing.

“You know what?” she said, “I think I’m hungry right now.”