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it was the first day that Pumpkin Spice Lattes were available at Starbucks. Her body must just have known that it was the most wonderful day of the year and woken her up early!
Pumpkin Spice Lattes were just about her favorite thing in the world, right after Taylor Swift, brunch, and braids she learned about on Pinterest.
She needed to look good for her first PSL. She selected a pair of yoga pants, some cute sneakers, an oversized tee, layered with another oversized tee, a cardigan, and three different scarves. Fall was all about layers and Pumpkin Spice Lattes, and Melissa was stoked about both.
She felt a throb in her body that was undeniable - was she into this Pumpkin Spice Latte? Like...sexually? She pushed the notion out of her mind - that was silly. You couldn’t have sex with a Starbucks drink...or could you? No...you couldn’t.
She could feel tingles all throughout her body, sending little shocks of electricity to her nipples. Her nipples?! Oh my god, Melissa Brewer, you cannot be attracted to a Pumpkin Spice Latte. That doesn’t make sense, she reprimanded herself. But she could feel it. Her body wanted that Pumpkin Spice Latte, and not just to drink.
As the hot, milky stuff ran down her throat, she let out a small moan.
Was she really going to do this? Was she going to have sex with a Pumpkin Spice Latte in a Starbucks?
When it was over, she looked at the cup in her hand. She’d crushed it completely, used it up, but now the Pumpkin Spice Latte was inside her, a part of her now.
How did Melissa know that was what was in the cups they were holding? She just knew. She could tell a PSL from ten paces.
“There are a certain few people who we call Pumpkin Spice-sexuals. It’s very rare, but Michael and I--” she nodded at the guy with the Afro-- “are two of them. And we’re very good at spotting our kind.”
“Well, this is...confusing,” Melissa said honestly. “But also, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had?? So I guess I’m a Pumpkin Spice-sexual.”
