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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! She could almost feel the cravings work their way through her whole body, from her mouth down through the rest of her.
Pumpkin Spice Lattes were just about her favorite thing in the world, right after
Taylor Swift, brunch, and braids she learned about on Pinterest. Well, and Pinterest. In any event, Melissa loved her a PSL, and she was ready to get her fall on, even though it was only early September and it was still like 70 degrees out.
She ran her hands along her body, enjoying her own naked form that would soon be enjoying the hot, delicious taste of a Pumpkin Spice Latte. The anticipation she felt was almost like the kind she got when she saw a really attractive...
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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.
hot, creamy deliciousness in her mouth.
“A VENTI PUMPKIN SPICE LATTE PLEASE EXTRA WHIPPED CREAM.”
And then she winked! Was the Starbucks girl trying to flirt with her? I mean, probably she was, and that was totally flattering, because the Starbucks girl was totally cute, in like a goth way, but Melissa had just gotten out of a relationship and it wasn’t really the right time for her.
There it was. Her first Pumpkin Spice Latte of the season. It looked so perfect and beautiful, covered in luscious whipped cream, steaming hot, just waiting for her to put her lips to the rim and drink it in.
As she took the drink, she could feel the warmth travel through her entire body. It was almost like she was holding hands with a really hot person, or looking at a picture of Channing Tatum and/or his wife, Jenna Dewan Tatum. 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 made her way up the stairs, careful not to tip the PSL too much and lose any of the whipped cream. She still hadn’t even had a taste yet and the anticipation was killing her. 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.
