Wrong Way Peach Fuzz Novels & Stories

" Dom, hold me." I didn't move. But her hands guided me to her peaches. I noticed they were smaller. They didn't fit into my palms with that clear-cut perfection of Hazel's, like clothes made just for me. I grabbed them softly at first, but when she begins grinding her pant-clad core against my throbbing fly, discretion flew over the roof of my head.

“Someone once told me strawberries weren't as sweet as they looked. He didn't like it because of that.” “Your ex-boyfriend…” Alex chirped in. “You meant to say your dad!” Olivia corrected. “I have a new dad. He is nothing but your ex boyfriend to me,” Alex replied. He focused on the pasta as if it was a work of art. I could see the tension building and to cool off things, I… I didn't get to do anything because the next moment, Harper's face had begun to look weird. She was scratching her skin and she looked so uncomfortable. Her face was red.

I got worried if my jokes went too far but I realized that he only paused to scratch his reddened neck. "Wait," he murmured with difficulty. "Is there a peach on this shake?" He pointed his beverage. Peach? I don't know. This line of business is not my specialty. I haven't learned anything in my own coffee shop yet. "Excuse me!" I called my staff. She ran towards us while Junhui kept on scratching and coughing. "Yes ma'am?" "Did you put some peaches on our mango shake?" "Ahmm, we put peach syrup on it, ma'am."

Several of the peaches were already starting to ripen and looked very rosy. I pulled Zara over. The cliff face was almost vertical, and there were several vines clinging to its surface. Mist drifted in the valley, and we could see a little stream at the bottom, which was dotted with trees. I saw that the branches of the peach tree were very close to me, and it seemed as if I could reach out and touch it. The fruits bounced in the breeze as if they were talking to me and tempting me to pick them. Playfully, I climbed up on the railing and ignored my friends' shouts. I reached out and grabbed a branch.

Turning around, it was Petal that shoved me back with her strong arms so I would not see, but in my peripheral, I saw a long stringy-looking thing, and she gripped my hair. "Oh, I am so sorry. I got bubble gum in your hair." Petal spoke this time as she fussed over my hair in a fake attempt at getting it out. Sucking her teeth, she groans and fusses, "Oh my god, I think I made it worse," she did it mockingly.

THINK FAST— “Yes!” I blurt. “I had to shave my face. It was covered in… uh… bum fluff.” The silence. The horrified silence. His face freezes mid-sip. Slowly contorting into pure existential dread. “I—what?” Ailm is howling in my head. She’s wheezing. Crying. I scramble. “No no—not actual bum fluff! I mean the baby hairs. You know. Peach fuzz! Normal face hair!” Caden exhales like he just avoided a felony.

Queenie's body had sprouted a thick covering of fine, dense hair. From a distance, she bore a striking resemblance to a fox. "Why are you suddenly playing dress-up, Queenie? What's this supposed to be? That stench is way too overwhelming!" One of our colleagues reached out and pinched the hair, causing Queenie to yelp in pain. "It's the real deal! It's not glued on! You haven't caught some kind of disease, have you, Queenie? You really look like a fox right now."

she chuckled. Yes, it is correct. Her smile was never visible to me. Is it possible that she is having a problem? It's no longer my business to mind so I shrugged. When we arrived at the cafeteria, we immediately placed our bags on a vacant table and proceeded to the counter to order food. I just ordered fried chicken, salad, and a mango shake. "Oh crap! They are here." My gaze was drawn to Sancha, who was squealing quietly at my side. "Who?"

I state, mimicking my father's earlier goodbye. I glance at myself in the mirror and notice that my makeup is streaking down my face, and my ponytail is askew. I looked like a mess. I padded over to the bathroom and ran myself a hot bath, adding my favorite vanilla-scented bath bomb and some lavender bubbles. I soak in hot water, letting all the stress from the day melt away. I close my eyes and let myself dream, just for a minute, about the ball tonight. I envision myself getting on with all the she-wolves present and dancing in the hands of the Alpha, talking to him like I am anyone but A Macafee. I can almost feel the laughter in my chest and the smile on my face before I open my eyes and