Seth Smut

Q: What is going on in Seth's mind?

Q: Can a love of reading lemons translate into an ability to write lemons?

This is just my trial attempt at a little lemon tart, however, if you want to read a real Seth story – check out Krum Cake's Well, This Sucks: Life According to Seth.

Chapter 1 ~*~

So we head out of the restaurant after eating our burgers and I'm trying to keep my head from zoning out. I'm just mesmerized by her perfect firm ass walking in front of me – blissful temptation I would love to stroke.

I push open the door for her, taking a deep breath.

Focus on the face, jerk. She's gonna think you're a perv!

But then as she's walking out the door in front of me, she leans in and brushes her hand along my abs, catching my t-shirt. And well, that gets my full, immediate attention. All I can think is how much I want to push her hand lower so she can get a firm grip on my dick.

Kate leans in closer, almost to my ear and says, "Thank you," quietly whispering all breathy and hot on my neck.

My eyes drift to the scoop neck of her shirt which is totally gaping open, showing off those full breasts. Ohh god. I almost grabbed her tits right there in front of the diner. I just can't get my mind out of the gutter! All I can think about is fucking her frantically against the welcome sign.

Kate just smirked and walked to the car. God help me if she ever guesses what I am thinking. It's not like I ever mastered the expression of cool disinterest, so who knows what she read on my face.

My walk to the car required an adjustment of my jeans and a moment mentally listing all the possible replies I could have said but didn't when I just stood at the door staring at her breasts and watched her walk away like a moron. Not that the show wasn't worth it! Hell, the image of those breasts was seared into my brain, but looking like a doofus was not exactly my goal this evening.

So Kate stood there by the car, waiting and watching.

In a terrible attempt to be smooth, I put my arm around her waist and suggested, "Why don't we pick up a movie to watch at your place?"

Kate's eyes sparkled, "Yeah, and I have this really comfortable couch…" she said, nodding knowingly, as her lips smirked.

I rolled my eyes. I'll never live down that comment about her couch.

So movies, Milk Duds, ice cream bonbons, and $22 bucks later we get the DVD started and she snuggles right into my lap. Who the hell knows what is playing on the screen because all I am looking at is her beautiful face. I want to smother myself in the silken river of blond hair that she just let down. Oh, and that was soooo fucking sexy to watch! She arched her tits out and with her hands up behind her back she looked like the silhouette of one of those pin up posters from the 50's, but right here in the flesh. Kate as Betty Fucking Paige as she undid the clip in her hair. It just tumbled down and she shook it out before settling against me again.

"Seth," she murmured.

Yes my darling, most delectably fuckable girl? Whatever can I do for you, to you, with you? Anything to keep you here next to me.

"Do you want a bonbon?" I ask, picking the lid off the chocolate covered ice cream nuggets.

"Humm… chocolate."

I held the chocolate against her lip and gently rubbed it, slightly smearing the melting shell. Her tongue darted out along the edge of her mouth, licking the chocolate off.

"Open up."

Obediently, she opened her mouth, her eyes connected with mine. Ohhh, that look on her face! I could get lost in those icy blue depths. But then I pop the drippy ice cream bite into my own mouth.

"Seth!" she complains with a smile, "That was supposed to be mine."

"Really? They're good," I replied, "and you look so hungry." I picked up another out of the container and began to smear chocolate over her lips again.

"So messy… let me get that." I lean in and start licking the chocolate off her top lip. I am very thorough. As I suck her plump bottom lip, getting my tongue along the corners of her mouth, she starts to laugh again.

"Seth," she starts, but into her mouth goes the bonbon. Even as she's swallowing the ice cream, my tongue keeps licking her. I go back for her lips again, sucking, and this time she moans as her mouth opens. That sweet, hot mouth is moaning just for me.

I need to fill my arms with her, so I move her around to straddle my lap, my tongue still caressing hers. The feel of her slim legs tightly encased in those black jeans makes my cock ache to thrust up and fill her.

But she pushes me away.

"Wait. My turn."

I'll wait forever if I could spend it listening to that sexy voice, so low and breathy again. This time I get chocolate smeared on me and her pert tongue takes its time licking it slowly away. I can't stand the feeling and groan. I grab her right thigh and massage her leg as I move my hand up to cup her ass. My other hand just can't keep out of her beautiful hair.

"Ummm… Seth, why don't you take off your shirt?"

Half way through her sentence, my t-shirt is gone, thrown over the back of the couch. I move her hands right to my chest. Kate starts making swirling shapes over my skin with her nails. Oh god, that feels so good. I have to kiss her again, but this time her lips are just my starting point. I wander down her neck, laving my tongue along the soft, tender skin. I nibble her ear, but when she traces over my nipples, I stiffen, groan, and start sucking on her neck in earnest.

She shrieks and squeezes tightly against my chest, her breasts smashed so fully to my skin that I can feel the bow at the middle of her bra. Kate's scoop neck shirt shows off those stunning breasts and I simply follow its beautiful beaded path, licking and sucking, so that no bit of exposed skin feels neglected. The soft rise of her breasts is only surpassed by the valley of cleavage in the center. I just can't keep away from that luscious center. I lick down between her full breasts again as she arches her back, moaning and looking like some seriously sexy fucking sacrifice about to be eaten.

As she's arching her back, gasping and crying out my name – music to my ears – I ease my palms up her back, moving her shirt away. Her fingers are in my hair and each breathy gasp is accompanied by squeezing and pulling which is driving me wild. I break away from sucking on the curve of her breast to see the red mark I've made. Now I know marking a girl with a hickey isn't cool, but just looking at it on her gorgeous neck, knowing that it's there, gives me such satisfaction. It's like her very body is shouting out to the world that she's mine.

I raise her shirt up past her bra and can't resist the temptation to cup her. I fucking love that red bow in the center of her bra.

"Oh Katie, you have the most amazing breasts," I said.

"Uh, thanks, they're kind of impressed by you too. Maybe this would be easier if I just took this off," she muttered and pulled her shirt off over her head.

I traced my finger along the edges of her bra, up the straps, gently easing them off her shoulders, along the back, unhooking the bra. Slowly and tenderly I peel the lacy sides forward until they hung loosely, that little red bow dangling in front. Lifting free first one breast and then the other, I licked slowly around each nipple and then sucked hard.

I love hearing Kate scream.

~*~

The first time I surfed some of the Twi sites, I was confused by the fruit salad references. Ok, apple – Duh… I got that, but I was thrown by the bananas, limes and lemons. I like it - sex, smut, pervy-liciousness, mature, graphic, rated X, soft, with or without piercings, tattoos, whips, blindfolds, cannon, AU, AH, OOC – whatever.

But since I am such an English nerd, I want to know the etymological semantics at work here:

Why the hell are they called lemons?