By Tiffin
© 1999 Tiffin, all rights reserved
The voices, she could hear the voices. Buzzing like bee's after clover. Hands fluttered against her cheeks. Felt like flies. Irritating. The alarm was worst. Distant, thunderous, and far enough she need not bother to reach out to shut it off. Anna knew instinctively, it was not her alarm. Twisting, burrowing deeper into the warmth of the dream, Anna returned to the man lying next to her.
Jorge's tongue was pressed against her skin. The licking noise he made was sensuous. Anna imaged herself a vanilla cone coated in sprinkles slowly melting as Jorge lick each tasty morsel off her breasts. "Hurry Jorge. Don't let it drip on the sheet."
His mouth covered her nipple. Sucking. Gently pulling the nipple deeper into his mouth. Twirling it with his tongue. The heat from his mouth, God the heat, made the ice cream melt that much quicker. Arching her back, Anna wanted Jorge to explore further. He followed the curve of her ribs, down to slender waist, over the ridge of her stomach, down to the soft thatch of hair. Jorge's sensuous tongue advanced.
Glancing at his head between her legs, Anna searched for his hand. Screaming as she contacted the hand. It wasn't Jorge's hand. It was a fly's hand. No it was Kaila's hand. Hands were touching her again. Attempts at soothing her. The licking sounds again. The buzz of the bee's again.
A field of clover; blooms in white and pink. Bee's nectar; Anna hesitates as she steps over each blossom. Honey poured in the creek just beyond her reach. Jorge's tongue followed as if a wolf on a chase in the woods. Spreading her red cape, parading her nakedness, stepping just out of his range; "you're a bad wolf."
Kaila held the picnic basket in her lap. Waving to Anna. "Come on! Join in the feast!" The orange striped tablecloth Kaila sat upon beckoned Anna. With the tongue lapping at her heels, Anna stepped over the honey filled creek to join Kaila.
"Why did you bring that tongue with you?"
"It's not a tongue, it's a wolf silly."
"My tongue is better." To show its effect, Kaila opened her mouth and unrolled her tongue. Kaila's tongue sprang across the picnic basket, pranced beyond the tablecloth, slid up Anna's leg, tasted the sprinkles on her breast and snapped back into Kaila's grinning face. The wolf pounced on Kaila. Fangs bared. Two tongues battled. The tongues intertwined. In all the commotion the contents of the basket spilled. Nicholas's head sat on a plate of mushrooms. Frog legs wrapped in bacon. Slices of watermelon. One black whip. A laptop computer mangled.
A swarm of flies filled the sky. Anna was perched on the leader. The air was cooler up here she thought. "Steer to the left, no I mean the north", the fly bucked, Anna tumbled into the creek of honey. Plop was the sound heard as her body connected with the honey. The current was brisk.
Anna moaned. Her arms struggled in the thick gooey mass.
The honeycomb was filled with bees. The queen bee was asking her questions. "What? I'm don't speak bee." Alphabet letters danced off the thin walls of the comb. Sunlight shone through the thinness. Melting the honey. The queen bee licked at Anna's face. It's bristly tongue gagging Anna.
Bee's buzz, flies drone, and Anna's scream filled the quiet heat drenched air.