Lemonade Mouth: Wen Novels & Stories

Melissa smiled as she took the bottle if lemonade to the kitchen "I do watch porn, get supper horny like a dog but end up rubbing my uhm with my finger" "Is uhm even a word?" Leah fell to the ground hard "ouch! That hurts!". "You are impossible Melissa Harts". Molly stood up "That's why i love you". She walked to the kitchen to find many empty packs of smoothie and juice, she also noticed the lemonade and frown. "Seems weird. We have nothing to celebrate with except the lemonade from my ex friend". She shouted from the kitchen. "What do we have over there?" Sam yelled.

It was him, Ashman. "Congratulations, My Luna." he whispered softly close to my ear that I could perceive the stench of alcohol smell from his mouth. Guess he has been drinking without me. The guest begin to cheer at me while hitting glasses to the other as the glass made clunking sound. They were happy and excited for this event. And to me, it was a good news. If ever I was working, I would have seen this as a promotion. Along the line, my wine finished from the glass and I turn to pour another when Lady Eve assisted me to pour more wine into my glass.

His breath fanned my face, but the door opened before his lips could touch mine. Lucian appeared with a tray of fresh-squeezed lemonade that he had made this morning. “This is my best picture of lemonade yet! You're going to love it,” Lucian said as he set the tray down and poured three glasses of lemonade. The angel was funny. He was more excited than we were to have a sip. He sat back in his seat, holding his glass with both hands as if it was precious and he was afraid to spill it. He slowly sipped it and exhaled a satisfied sigh, smiling while he licked his lips.

𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼 The instant those words leave her mouth, the lemonade goes down the wrong way. One second, I’m taking a sip, the next it’s burning down my throat and the liquid catches in my airway, making me cough so violently the glass slips from my hand and clatters against the table. My eyes sting and water as I bend forward, struggling for air, one hand pressed to my chest. I wave blindly, reaching for anything, napkin, tissue, whatever’s near, to cover my mouth.

"Did you start drinking by yourself? Weren't you worried about me?" "Just because I was worried about you, my heart was pounding. I like to drink or eat something when I'm nervous. After drinking one bottle of lemonade.I found that I was still nervous and also hungry, so I ordered another bottle. It's not that I didn't think of you. I asked for a glass of lemonade for you." "It's for free." "It's different! I have observed that this lemon has just been cut by the waiter and freshly soaked, not the kind that has been soaked again and again. The batch tastes good. One for you, and one for me. It's perfect!”

Layken jumped up and ran back inside, then came out with slices of lemon. I watched as Layken spritzed lemon on his fish. He grinned at me as he shoved the saucer over to me. I grabbed a slice, squeezed the juice over my fish, and took a bite. “Just when I didn’t think this fish could get any better, you surprise me. Lemon brings the taste of the fish to a whole other level. I love this.” “Thank you, babe.” Layken grins before popping an okra in his mouth. “I have some lanterns. We could set out some chairs, drink some wine and relax for a while by the stream. If you’re up to doing so, that is?”

And I could do nothing but blink up at him in surprise. “Thanks.” I tried for another smile, and this time he returned it with a predatory one of his own. “But it’s fine. I’ll just get a lemonade.” Lemonade was probably a better choice. No good ever came of me drinking when I was in a mood. It made me even more reckless. And that was the last thing I needed to be right now. “A soda.” I tugged the delicate material from his grasp, but this only made him chuckle even more. “Any soda, please.”

She pushed something into my hands. “What is it?” I asked, holding it up so I could read the label without Nora burning me. “Lemonade!” “If you can’t drink, none of us are!” Veronica smiled at me through the mirror. “You don’t have to!” I appreciated it, but there was still some guilt for it. “It’s a struggle to not smoke right now….” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Somehow I’ll manage though.” With a deep sigh, she smiled at me. “Careful now. That sarcasm is lacking.” Amelia blew me a kiss just as I felt my knuckles burn.

Neah I was having some sort of flashback. The memory wasn’t quite clear but I could hear Luna Cassandra’s voice. ‘It’s so hot today, isn’t it, Neah?” There was a cheery tone to her voice as she helped me make the lemonade. She had let me stand on a chair at the kitchen counter, helping her. A second jug sat on the counter with some leaves sitting in the bottom. “What’s that, Cassie?” “I thought we could make some extra. Everyone loves lemonade on a day like this.”

It was sexy as hell and I looked up at him, his eyes dark. “Just like that baby,” Leon whispered, pulling my head all the way back, his tip on the edge of my tongue. I swirled my tongue around it, feeling his leg shake. He pushed his dick back into my mouth, keeping my head still as far as it would go. I closed my mouth tighter, feeling his dick vibrate in my mouth. “Can I go faster?” He asked and I nodded. Yes you can indeed sir. I looked up at him, adamant I was going to keep staring at him until he came. His grip on my chin and head got tighter as he fucked my mouth, his dick hitting the back of my throat. I gagged a few times, my eyes watering. “Are you okay?” Leon asked, his voice shaky