<div class="floatleft">(http://www.eyeshadowlipstick.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/strawberry-lips.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/h2p7v.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Time</strong>:  Earlier in the current school year<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Ms. Vivian Abasi<br/><br/>Elizabeth smelled Vivian before she took the first bite.  If pressed, she'd only be able to describe it as 'Vivian smell' but it was undeniably her, and undeniably pleasant and reassuring.  Elizabeth had always been moved more than normal people by scents.  They played heavily on her moods and emotions, and she attached great significance to them.  Vivian smelled clean and ever so slightly musky; the musk of Mommy's expensive perfumes Daddy bought her from Nieman Marcus and which Elizabeth was never allowed to use.  They were for grown women, Mommy explained, and relegated Elizabeth to brighter, softer scents.  Vivian's scent wasn't a perfume though, it was the natural smell of her body, that of a healthy young woman coming into her prime, and Elizabeth associated it was safety and comfort and absolute trust.  She breathed in deeply, nostrils flaring a bit, and her body gave a delightful little frisson.<br/><br/>With half the berry in her mouth, she wasn't really able to follow the rules about tiny bites.  If she bit, half would fall behind her teeth and she'd be cheating.  Elizabeth had to wait, trying not to move and wondering what it looked like, as Vivian delicately plundered the berry from between Elizabeth's lips.  Vivian's hair brushed against her skin, tickling, and Elizabeth had to strain to hold still.  When Vivian's lips touched her own, a little spark of something shot through her and went straight into her tummy, making it feel tight and  fluttery.  More disturbing, her breasts all of a sudden felt heavy and so, so sensitive that the movement of her cami top over them was torture.  No one heard it, but a little whimper traveled from her mouth into Vivian's.<br/><br/>Mouth propped open by the berry, she was helpless as Vivian's lips lingered and her tongue traced along them, slippery and hot.  Elizabeth felt dizzy and almost swallowed the strawberry, but the giggling of the fish reminded her of the rules.  The berry intruded a half inch at a time into Vivian's lips, propelled by Elizabeth's tongue, and she held it pressed there as she began her own mouse-like nibbles at it.  It took forever, it was over in seconds, but she sucked the last bit of it from Vivian's lips into her mouth and swallowed.  Elizabeth's tongue flashed out in a reflex and licked her lips clean, tracing Vivian's in the process.  The tight feeling in her tummy tightened unbearably and she gasped.<br/><br/>In her mouth, Elizabeth tasted Vivian's kiss and confusion swirled.<br/>