Carol was propped on the lily embroidered fabric sofa holding a cherry popsicle. Therese sat beside her yanking off the plastic sleeve of her orange popsicle. She couldn’t budge with her woman’s feet on top of her lap.
“How can it be so damn hot so early in the season?” Carol broke off more of the frozen juice bar with her teeth, her lips turning bright red.
“Unusual for mid-April,” Therese agreed, feeling the tips of her fingers already sticky from the wrapper.
Carol sucked more juice from her red popsicle and licked her lips as Therese ate her own bright orange from the side of it.
“You know what that means, don’t you?”
“What?”
“It’s going to be a scorcher of a summer.”
Therese felt a sudden wetness dripping on her knuckles. Her popsicle was melting like the ends of the earth.
Carol quickly folded her legs back to remove herself and grab a napkin. Therese nibbled the rest of the orange ice clump off the wooden popsicle stick with her teeth and rolled it around her tongue to dissolve.
Their mouths sealed a fruity kiss minutes after having Carol bent over in front of Therese on the sofa clutching the napkin tightly in one hand.