"Best I be off, can't spend all day here..." she spoke softly to herself as she picked herself up off the chair and into her designer flip-flops before setting off. The journey home was rather uneventful, but upon reaching her small manor down the country lane Felicity took note that the door was locked with a small slip of paper flapping between the door and the frame.
"Seems they've gone..." she said, snatching the paper and reading such to confirm her suspicions. "Well, I guess I have the home to myself for a while..." she bent low to uncover the house key kept under the faux flower pot she had placed for such an occasion. Inside the lovely homestead, a gentle breeze tinged with a small cool alerted her to the air-conditioner running as she made her way to change. Her room, while rather well-spaced, was a bit messy with loose ends strewn about here and there along with her indigo walls being plastered by cheap magazine posters of the latest teen hotties. From swimsuit to violet dress, Felicity was out of her personal sanctuary and into the kitchen.
"Hmm?" she mused as a package of what appeared to be gum was laying on the table. "Blueberry Blast, the ripest tasting gum you'll ever have!" she read the wrapper as her fingers worked on undoing the sides. "I'll be the judge of that!" she scoffed as she slid out a piece, undid the foil and popped the stick into her mouth. Her eyes lit up almost instantaneously as the rich flavor of blueberries cascaded into her mouth and down her throat.
"Mmm! So juicy and ripe!" she cried out as mouthful after mouthful of juice crashed into her slim tummy. "Slim" wouldn't be able to describe her for long as...
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