Kate lay sunbathing, almost asleep,
on the banana lounge beside the
small pool in her backyard. She had
just finished exams at university and
was pleased to be able to enjoy the
warm weather, at home and without worries. It was so quiet, and
nothing but the sun was to be seen
in the blue sky. The grass smelled
good and trees rustled with the
slight breeze. She was disturbed from this tranquil
dozing by a small plop in the pool
beside her, and glancing over, she
saw something shiny in the slowly
lapping water. It reminded her that she had been
out long enough, and ought to
return back indoors before she got
sunburnt. Before she did though,
she concluded to retrieve this
projectile which had disturbed her. Even by leaning over the edge she
couldn’t reach it, so she stepped
slowly into the cool water which
quenched her boiling legs. Wading
over to the object, she saw that it
was an aeroplane, some kid’s toy, probably thrown over by the little
brat next door. It was about ten centimetres long,
Kate noticed as she reached down
and plucked it from the water.
Drops ran off it and onto her hand.
It had four engines, but that was all
that was remarkable to her – she had seen planes like this at the
airport (only much bigger, of
course). Tucking it into the top of
her red and white striped bikini she
waded out and dried her legs with a
towel. The morning’s newspaper lay on the
bench as Kate returned to the
kitchen from dropping her towel in
the laundry, and she picked it up to
read. She sat at the table and
plucked the uncomfortable toy from her breast and lay it on the edge in
front of her as she flicked through
the paper. After a few moments she glanced at
the shiny model and noticed
something odd – little yellow tubes
had fallen out of the sides of the
tiny jet and rested on the table, just
like on movies when a plane crashes and the people jump down the big
had conglomerated into a few
groups. When she placed her finger
onto one of these little groups, the
specks stuck to her wet skin, and
she held it up to her face. It almost looked like they were moving. Kate
put her finger in her mouth and
sucked the tiny lollies off – they
didn’t dissolve but rolled around her
tongue until going down her throat.
She didn’t think they had a great taste, but they were nice. Scores of the small candies sat in
groups on the table, and Kate bent
down and licked them up with her
tongue. They stuck to her lips and
some even to her teeth, so she
licked them off and rolled them around her mouth before
swallowing them. It was quite an odd toy, she thought. There were heaps of little novelties that had lollies inside them, but this one was a bit quirky. She picked it up between her fingers and held it close to her face. More tiny specks fell out as she rolled it from side to side, and they tumbled down the top of her bikini, some falling on her breasts but most ending up between them. Kate pushed her finger in between her breasts to try and retrieve them, but most of the specks that were piled up at the bottom of the elastic simply smeared into tiny red smudges with her sweat. She decided to keep what was left of the tiny lollies for her mother coming home from work, so she rushed them onto a page of the newspaper and shook them into the centre, leaving the plane with them, in case more came out.

Fifteen minutes later she heard the
front door opening and her mother
was entering. After a few
more minutes the girl came into the
kitchen, still clad in her uniform. She
was in year twelve. “Hey Kate,” she said. “Hey Lib,” replied Kate, “come and
have a look at this, I thought I’d
keep it for you,” “Well I’m a little old for that,” said
her mother as she saw the toy
plane. Kate explained that it had sweets in
it, and while she poured the ones in
the newspaper onto her hand, her
mother placed the aircraft in the
breast pocket of her school blouse.
More little specks fell into the bottom of the cotton pocket.
“What’re they?” asked Kate’s
mother, who had just entered the
room with a bit of shopping. “Tiny jellies, I think,” said Kate as she
held out her hand in offering, “Have
some,” The woman moistened her finger
with her tongue and planted it in
her mother’s palm. She raised it
back to her mouth and licked off
dozens of the tiny jelly-like specks
that stuck to it, pressing them to the roof of her mouth as she tasted
them squishing on her tongue. More
still stuck to her finger, which she
put to her mouth, and cleaned with
her lips as she sucked the remaining
tiny spots off it. “Hmmmm… they’re okay, though
nothing special,” she said while
running her tongue around her
mouth to collect the stray jellies. “Hand them over here,” said Libby
as she cupped her palm. Kate tipped
the tiny lollies into her mother’s hand,
but some still stuck to her own. She
wiped her sweaty hand down her
side, leaving a few tiny red smudges on her skin. The young girl looked at the dozens
of tiny pink specks in her palm
before tipping them into her mouth.
They fell onto her lips and on her
tongue. “I reckon they’re pretty good,” she
said as she ran her tongue over her
lips, collecting the tiny bits. “Try and open it if no more are
coming out,” suggested Kate as she
returned to her paper. There were a
few little specks scattered over the
seat as she sat down, but her bikini
pressed them into small red dots. Libby acted on the suggestion, and
pulling the plane from her breast
pocket she placed two fingernails in
the middle and split the tiny aircraft
in two. Minute dots scattered
everywhere and fell to the floor, but she quickly held the ends up to her
face, and tipping her head back,
shook the miniature bits of metal
over her mouth. The pink specks fell into her mouth
and onto her cheeks and chin, and
rolled down the open neck of her
blouse. When she finished her
hands had more specks stuck to
them, and she wiped them off over her breasts and chest. As she did,
tiny red dots appeared at the
bottom of her breast pocket. END

Fifteen minutes later she heard the
front door opening and her mother
was entering. After a few
more minutes the girl came into the
kitchen, still clad in her uniform. She
was in year twelve. “Hey Kate,” she said. “Hey Lib,” replied Kate, “come and
have a look at this, I thought I’d
keep it for you,” “Well I’m a little old for that,” said
her mother as she saw the toy
plane. Kate explained that it had sweets in
it, and while she poured the ones in
the newspaper onto her hand, her
mother placed the aircraft in the
breast pocket of her school blouse.
More little specks fell into the bottom of the cotton pocket.
“What’re they?” asked Kate’s
mother, who had just entered the
room with a bit of shopping. “Tiny jellies, I think,” said Kate as she
held out her hand in offering, “Have
some,” The woman moistened her finger
with her tongue and planted it in
her mother’s palm. She raised it
back to her mouth and licked off
dozens of the tiny jelly-like specks came out. Fifteen minutes later she heard the
front door opening and her mother
was entering. After a few
more minutes the girl came into the
kitchen, still clad in her uniform. She
was in year twelve. “Hey Kate,” she said. “Hey Lib,” replied Kate, “come and
have a look at this, I thought I’d
keep it for you,” “Well I’m a little old for that,” said
her mother as she saw the toy
plane. Kate explained that it had sweets in
it, and while she poured the ones in
the newspaper onto her hand, her
mother placed the aircraft in the
breast pocket of her school blouse.
More little specks fell into the bottom of the cotton pocket.
“What’re they?” asked Kate’s
mother, who had just entered the
room with a bit of shopping. “Tiny jellies, I think,” said Kate as she
held out her hand in offering, “Have
some,” The woman moistened her finger
with her tongue and planted it in
her mother’s palm. She raised it
back to her mouth and licked off
dozens of the tiny jelly-like specks came out. This is the Remix. ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////Im fetish like you so dont criticise our stories but keep quit please.////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Fifteen minutes later she heard the
front door opening and her mother
was entering. After a few
more minutes the girl came into the
kitchen, still clad in her uniform. She
was in year twelve. “Hey Kate,” she said. “Hey Lib,” replied Kate, “come and
have a look at this, I thought I’d
keep it for you,” “Well I’m a little old for that,” said
her mother as she saw the toy
plane. Kate explained that it had sweets in
it, and while she poured the ones in
the newspaper onto her hand, her
mother placed the aircraft in the
breast pocket of her school blouse.
More little specks fell into the bottom of the cotton pocket.
“What’re they?” asked Kate’s
mother, who had just entered the
room with a bit of shopping. “Tiny jellies, I think,” said Kate as she
held out her hand in offering, “Have
some,” The woman moistened her finger
with her tongue and planted it in
her mother’s palm. She raised it
back to her mouth and licked off
dozens of the tiny jelly-like specks came out.