Jungle Juice Novels & Stories

“All my life, my uncle kept me sheltered. This is my first time out in a place like this.” “Oh,” he thanked the bartender when he dropped a cup of a rich dark green coloured drink. I stared hard at it as he took a sip of it, wondering what the hell he ordered. “What's that?” I motioned to the drink when he dropped it. “This?” He gestured to the drink and I nodded. “It's a sweet fruit alcoholic drink. Do you need a taste of it? It's called jungle juice.” “But that's not the name you gave the man.” I protested, staring at the juice with a curious expression on my face.

I think that it’s better than just floating around and wondering about life. I was swimming away from Gavin when I saw the maids entering with the juice. I asked for time out and pointed to the juice. “I’ll drink, first.” I swam towards the stairs as I accept the towel the maid has given me. Oh my, It’s not juice! It looks like a fruit shake rather than juice! Wow, a perfect drink for the perfect day of summer. There were 2 flavors here. One was blueberry and the other was an avocado. Oh my. Oh my.

I trail my fingers through his soft hair, admiring how it is. "Yes, I need some chilled fruit juice." "Not wine?" "No baby, I feel like taking something natural." He gives me a warm smile. "Sure, I'll bring it in the next minute. One minute please." I take an excuse walking out of the room to the kitchen where I make him fresh pineapple juice mixed with green apple. He really loves this mixture of fruits, best served chilled. I place it inside the high-tech freezer which cools stuff in barely seconds. I don't disappoint him with the time I kept because I'm able to return on time, even earlier than he expected.

He smiles like a cat that has gotten the canary and snaps his fingers to gesture something to a nearby waiter. Instantly, the waiter brings a tray with ten shot glasses full of some liquid. Jason smiles lazily at me. “The rules are simple. Nine of these glasses contain hard vodka but one of these is just fruit juice of the same color. Your mission is to choose and drink up shots until you get to the juice. The moment you get that, the deal is yours. If you’re lucky, the first shot you choose could be juice itself and if worse comes to worse, you get to drink nine shots, let loose and still get your deal. What do you say?”

Susan said, looking over to where the French people were all getting a massage by two staff members. "It certainly does," Krista agreed, noticing one of the male staff members massaging the cock and balls of one of the men. "I hope that you have had a nice nap," Mahana said as she approached with a bamboo tray and three tall glasses filled with a reddish-orange liquid. "This will refresh you," she said, handing each of them a glass. "It is guava, papaya, pineapple, and passionfruit juices with some lime and gingko root to enhance sexual prowess," she explained.

GINGER By the time we made it to the party, Terri seemed to be in a much better mood. I felt pleased with the progress I’d made. She was opening up more and actually laughing, a huge contrast to earlier that afternoon. “Let’s go get some drinks!” I exclaimed and led her into the kitchen of the small house we’d come to. They had a huge bowl of jungle juice set out, so I filled our Solo cups with generous pours. We clinked our cups together and made it out to the living room where music was blasting and different students were gathered. I sniffed around, but only humans seemed to be in attendance so far.

She felt euphoric that she forgot the purpose of blending some of these fruits. "Where is my juice? What took you so long?" Again, the roaring annoying lion barged in. But scarier this time. Both Samantha and Albert seemed to have seen a ghost when they saw a 'horrible' scene. Jaden was plain calm enjoying the sweet juice in his hand. "My juice!" "His juice!" They both uttered inwardly with eyes and mouths wide open. Jaden who had no clue of what was going on even slurped the juice like it would be his last drink.

He paused for a moment, contemplating which combination of flavors would make the perfect fruit juice. Finally, he decided on a medley of flavors that seemed just right for the afternoon: a banana for creaminess, strawberries for sweetness, and a splash of zesty orange juice to brighten the mix. Taking the chosen fruits, he carefully washed them under cool running water, cherishing the feel of each piece in his hands.

It landed against the thick grass and she couldn't contain her excitement. "How many do you need?" He asked. "One is enough." She picked it up and let him help her get the other fruits she needed. When they were all ready and she had blended an assorted fruit juice that had taken on the yellow color of mangoes, her mouth watered. "I can't believe I was missing out on this." "Me either." He looked at her meaningfully and took a sip of his juice. The grilled meat and vegetables along with freshly made fruit juice was the best meal he had eaten all his life. How refreshing.

"What is this?" "The Soma Juice," Kesar answered, wiping my lips with a handkerchief. "It's a holy drink. The beverage can cure you of diseases and restore your strength." "What? Like the nectar of the Hindu gods?" I said, not caring anymore whether it was true or some myth. Kesar nodded. "The Soma Juice is consumed only by the gods and their Brahmin priests," she explained. "Its partial ingredients include hallucinogenic mushrooms, honey, cannabis, blue lotus, milk, and pomegranate."