Lorange

Luke stared across the lunch room. All his friends asked who he was looking at, thinking maybe he had a crush. But Luke was zoned out. All he saw was a beautiful orange laying peacefully on the floor. It's peel was ripe and orange like the Wattpad symbol, it's stem perfectly curved in an upside-down J shape. It's leaf flowed in the air condition blow, giving Luke a feeling he had never gotten before. He ignored the sounds of all his friends and picked up the orange. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Luke erotically licked the orange. He wanted this orange. Now. He sprinted to the bathroom. Luke locked himself in a stall and peeled open the orange. He threw the peel on the floor and licked the orange up and down, the sexual tension in the bathroom getting more and more strong. Luke took a slice of the orange and squeezed the juice all over him. He then rubbed the orange slice all over his chest (now exposed after the intimate moment with the orange.) Luke chewed on the orange. When he finished eating the orange, he put his shirt back on and walked back into the lunchroom to finish up lunch with his pals.