It’s not that literature student Agnes Souci is a prude, it’s just that she hasn’t had an opportunity to open up in the bedroom—or anywhere else for that matter. She meets the affable and patient Hollis Stone in her Jane Austen study group, the only boy enrolled in her women’s lit class. Having been raised as the son of a gospel singing single mother in rural Georgia, he is measured, respectful, and gracious. But having learned everything he knows about love from an older woman with very specific kinks—his first and only relationship—he brings a level of experience and quiet confidence most of his classmates lack. Their dry humor and shared love of 90s sitcom references pull them together but it’s their willingness to explore that pushes their relationship far beyond their wildest fantasies. Putting the play into “foreplay” and the game into “good, giving, and game,” First Peach of the Season takes the erotic fiction genre out of the darkness and replaces trite devilish desires with good, old-fashioned fun. Early reviewers have called it “Horny and hilarious,” “Like sex in the sun,” and “The instructional manual I wish I would’ve had when I was in college.” In other words, it’s so good you might want to buy two copies!
