Blow This Popsicle Stand Novels & Stories

“Baby, the only thing I can tell you is that if a man doesn’t enjoy a woman’s mouth on him… it’s probably not the woman.” She thought about it, then hopped off the stool and dug through the freezer. She held up a long orangish-red popsicle. “I have an idea.” My eyes widened as I stared at the treat in her hand. “An idea?” She nodded. “Maybe you could watch me practice on this.” “Practice?” “Yeah, pretend to give the popsicle a blowjob.” She unwrapped the plastic from the icy length. My cock twitched. I wanted so badly to be that popsicle, but I never could. I needed to stop this before it went too far. “I don’t think that’s appropriate, sweetheart.”

Zoya said uncomfortably. "No need! I still have enough money, really!” "It's not a matter of enough or not, I don't like it when you pay for everything!" Praveen looked at Zoya's face “Okay, then!" Praveen said at last. They walked to the counter food and drinks. Zoya ordered two cups of Premium Iced Blend Chocolate and two Pop Corn Caramel. They waited 15 minutes and then the studio 4 door opened after a notification through the audio speaker. They entered along with the rest of the audience.

I smiled at her. Soon enough, people started buying cupcakes to our stand because of our promo. If it wasn't for the free lemonades, I doubt we could be able to gain their attention. I should have thought a different product instead of cupcakes. Most of the families out here are selling cupcakes so the competition is high. "Okay, I'll go around the booths to see how the other people are going," Charlie volunteered. "Yes, that's a good idea. Check on the people who are selling the same product as us," I told her.

I bought another two popsicles with different kinds of flavors and both didn't last long. "You love popsicles." My head automatically spun into the man who was standing beside me. He was wearing a gray hoody and black plain tattered pants paired with white shoes. Who is he? He removed his head—I mean, hood, and I was stunned by his manly beauty. I was captivated by his glistening dark eyes flung with thick, long, eyelashes and bushy dark eyebrows, looking him so attractive. His nose is aquiline with his underbite lips beneath.

At the end of the street was a big open area, and vendors offering snacks and various gadgets for cheering were lining the main path on each side. Talia took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of popcorn that mixed with hotdogs. Mouthwatering. She glanced at the massive hands made out of sponges, hats with logos of teams that will participate, as well as t-shirts, pom-poms, blowers, and several other things she couldn't recognize.

He couldn't move. I ignored him and looked straight into the camera, pitching, "Everyone needs snacks when gossiping, right? Check out our beef jerky! You get more for the same price with brand-new flavors, and it's discounted now with blind box freebies! The more you buy, the more you get!

I’ve never been on this side of the city so it will need some getting used to before I can move around all on my own. There’s a park just down the street with an ice cream and pop corn stand. Mac must notice how my eyes linger there until he turns down another street which cuts it completely from my view. “We can stop by on our way back.” I turn my torso to look at him. “Really?” A short glance and a smile. “Really.”

“We have to wear it for the rest of the day!” They laughed at what she said. “Well, I was thinking we offer free services in a stand or something. I take free photos and they buy the shirts.” Colleen grinned widely. “That’s a brilliant idea, Toby. And maybe I could offer some fruit juice on the side. I make some pretty good orange juice and lemonade.” “Then, it’s settled,” he said, lifting the bag to his shoulder. “I’ll go set this at a perfect location downstairs. Think you can handle getting us that stand?”

The scent of popcorn and cotton candy hung in the air. And the people. There were so many people. Entire families exploring every corner, kids running from ride to ride, parents snapping photos, grandparents smiling. Exactly how it was meant to be, how I had dreamed it. "Look," Marcus said quietly, pointing. I followed his gaze and saw the Kensington stand set up near the entrance, elegant and eye-catching. Bottles of wine were arranged artfully beside bottles of grape juice, all labeled Celebration in gold lettering. A partnership that sealed the union of our families, our legacies. And for once, we truly had something worth celebrating.

I find myself rolling my eyes, annoyed with her attitude. “Come on, ladies. Who’s up,” a partially drunk Adam throws his arm around Shaina’s shoulder, distracting her from the conversation. He looks at me, beer haze clouding his focus so he squints. “I know you?” I wave lamely. “Piper.” “Oh. That’s right. You’ve got to try the keg stand.” “Um. No,” Paisley says, making the universal cut sign with her hand across her throat. “Forget what she says,” Adam replies. “You have to do the keg stand. It’s a party must.”