It slid out and pointed away from her snatch, yellow, rigid, and curved upwards. Its skin retreated from its core, which was firm, soft, smooth, textured, and sweet, with a distinctive aroma.
I giggled. “I didn’t know girls could grow these!” I opened wide.
“Careful! Don’t bruise it! Feel it go down your throat.”
Careful to keep my teeth away, I worked it in, gagging yet determined.
“They’re smaller green, and too soft once they get brown spots. My trick is to peel it beforehand. You can swallow now.”
Gulp. “What did you call this game again?”
