Cockteasing Stories

Jacklyn settled back on the cushioned lawn chair with her ice cream, grasping the waffle cone with both hands as if it were a prized possession. But she didn’t lick it right away, instead waiting for the potent sun to begin melting the treat. Soon, white cream spills over the rim of the cone, dripping down her fingers. She glanced my way with a corner of her lips turning up, mischief glinting in her eyes. I knew what she...