I’ve been getting wet in strange places. Yesterday it was at the grocery store after the gym. I was wearing leggings, but it was too hot for them; the weather had changed suddenly. As I walked from the parking lot to the store, a hot wind breathed down my neck, wind so hot I didn’t recognize it. I should’ve worn shorts.

The grocery store was cool. Hair stood suddenly at attention on my goose-pimpled skin. I moved away from the refrigerated aisles, back into the warmth. I didn’t know where I was going, I’d forgotten what I wanted. I was hit, suddenly, with a wave of desire so big it scared me. My nipples hardened, my breath quickened; a tiny rattle snake slivered down from my abdomen to my groin, buzzing with longing. A flash of someone's face. Anna's. 

I walked rhythmically up and down the aisles, seeing nothing; up and down, up and down. My body ached with yearning. As I strode, sweat gathered; damp ribbons nested in the cracks between my upper thighs and groin. The sweat ribbons made my leggings stick to me, so with each step, the fabric touching my groin was pushed higher, got tighter. Dinner… something for dinner. The fabric curved into me, stroking.

I could feel the fabric on my clit, suddenly. A certain sway of the hips. People passed me wearing blank faces, I pretended I felt nothing. I passed the people standing still, faces knitted and frowned, scanning labels. My underwear grazed me gently once again. The first viscid droplet of fluid trickled out of me. It spread slowly over my panties. A cart was pushed sideways so I could pass by. I thanked the man with a nod, his eyes attempted to linger. I flicked my gaze away.

A heart palpitation came and went like a thunderstorm within my chest. I was in the pasta aisle. Okay, so… Pasta it is. One box penne, one can tomato sauce. Parmesan. I walked quickly towards the items on my list.

My heart was racing, thoughts racing too. I could hear a voice inside my head, mine?… “I’m so wet… so wet for you, baby.” Anna’s voice. My voice. Nobody in the grocery store had a clue about what was happening. This made me even wetter. Something inside me was expanding, calling out; summoning and greedy. Vibrations gathered like whispers in places needing to be touched… outside, inside.

I’d had a tricky Spring. Anna and I decided to take a break. I missed her desperately. I couldn’t tell anymore who had decided it was the right thing to do. I couldn’t tell if my ideas had actually been Anna’s first. She had a way of controlling me, everywhere but in bed. In bed she was completely exposed: the animal in her opening to my touch without a second thought. 

Opening to me. Open. To me. I could see Ana’s chest, moving up and down, gulping for breath. I could see her legs spread wide, wide; her hips swaying gently side-to-side. I could smell her come. Another droplet of desire fell onto my panties. 

I waited in line to pay for my three, miserable items. Between my legs, a hammer drumming steadily. All I wanted to do was run home, strip my leggings down over my knees, strip my panties down over my leggings, lay on my stomach, place my hand between my legs, like an open chalice, feel the warmth spread over my palm, lift my middle finger a little higher into the buttery wetness, feel it sink deeper and get lost between my lips.

The more I tried not to think about it, the more my pussy pleaded at me. A balminess was rising, hot as hell. Was it fury? A smell of come and sweat wafted up at me, sweet enough to taste. I crossed my legs one in front of the other as I waited in line behind a stooped, stout older woman. Age had ripped through her bones. It probably happened quicker than she thought it would, fast as a flash. Her spine was so bowed and bent so that from behind I could only see a matte of curled white hair stacked on top of a hump. God, I thought. One day that’ll be me. I pulsed my inner thighs together, squeezing rhythmically. Keeping the years in, keeping what was left of my young life in. 

Pulse, pulse, pulse. A moist pool was forming in my underwear. Beep, beep, beep. The woman watched carefully as each item was rung up in front of her. Iceberg lettuce, fabric softener, sliced bread. I squeezed again. My eyelids felt heavy. I closed my eyes, just for a second. 

Anna’s face came into view, close, in murky pieces. Her lips, a drop of spit resting on the bottom one; her big, brown eyes as they drifted upward and out of focus; her red cheeks; her sweet breath getting faster, faster... A moan escapes her lips, from deep within her throat, her eyes roll back into her head, almost closing, fluttering with pleasure… My fingers go deeper, she’s so wet, they slide in and out, “more…” she whimpers, I stick a third one inside of her… “More…” her legs spread open as wide as she can make them, she lifts her ass up off the bed to take me in, she’s moaning, she’s nodding, hands pulling at my arms, needing “more, more, more… fist me, baby… fist me please…” I stick another finger in, sliding my hand deeper inside of her, I press my fingers together and go deeper, pointing them up, up, the place I know to touch to make her squirt… “Yes!” She cries. “Oh my God… yes…” she cries again, panting… I’m kissing her… “You’re so deep inside me…” I’m licking her mouth, her tongue, letting my spit fill her mouth…

“Next?” The clerk chirped. My face snapped up to meet his. The old lady was gone, how on earth had she moved so quickly…?

“Oh, sorry.” I placed the pieces of a pasta dinner down on the conveyor belt. Beep, beep, beep. I wondered if he could see the round wet stain on the crotch of my pants. I sort of hoped he could. 

The air outside smelt of tar and earth. Something about it reminded me of August as a kid, of new school clothes and second chances. A gentle breeze tickled the hair on my skin, pushing me sweetly toward whatever was next. What’s next? I could guess but was never sure. That’s nice, I thought as my heart pounded between my legs. Not to be sure. 

Written by:
Themily Dicklesson