Summery weather at last! Mr. Flemming took Amanda for ice cream. She asked for the lemon sorbet. “Just one scoop because I don’t want to be greedy,” she said.

They strolled the forest path on the way home. Amanda licked the ice cream.

“It’s so good,” she said. “It makes me tingle.”

Mr. Flemming smiled at his companion. “That’s good, isn’t it? Where do you tingle?”

Amanda blushed. “I shouldn’t say.”

“You should,” Mr. Flemming insisted.

Amanda bit her ice cream coated lips before confessing: “My nipples.”

“Can I see?” Mr. Flemming asked.

“Wouldn’t that be too naughty?” Amanda said, pausing on the path.

“It would be just naughty enough,” Mr. Flemming said. “Now hold still please.” Gently he bared Amanda’s breast. Sure enough, Amanda’s little nipple was startlingly erect.

“Oh, I have to taste it,” Mr. Flemming said. He went to his knees and took Amanda’s nipple between his lips. Amanda shivered with pleasure. Mr. Flemming bared Amanda’s other breast and took it wholly into his mouth. “OhgodOhgodOhgod,” Amanda moaned. Some of the ice cream dripped on Mr. Flemming’s head. He looked up at Amanda.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. “I couldn’t help it.”

Mr. Flemming nodded understandingly.

Amanda shivered again. “You know where else I tingle?”

“Where?” Mr. Flemming asked.

Amanda looked around. The forest path was theirs alone.

“My clit.”