Lemonade Mouth: Wen Novels & Stories

I needed to moisturize a bit because I looked a little pale. When I was satisfied with how I looked, I headed outside and met Jade pouring himself more lemonade. “Sh*t, it looks like you’re addicted to that.” I laughed, and he joined me. “How can I not be? It’s really good!” He exclaimed. He gulped down some of the lemonade he had poured and then stood to his feet. “I guess it’s time for me to head out, huh?”

* A server had entered noiselessly, and he kept the glass of chilled lemonade at my elbow. ‘Drink up,’ said Liam, and I heard the amusement in his voice, indulgent and fanciful. Obediently, I lifted the glass and sipped, licking my upper lip with the tip of my tongue, relishing the sweetness. Feeling O’Grady’s eyes on me, I looked up and flushed. He was staring intently at my mouth and I quickly replaced the glass on the side table. “Is it not to your liking, then?” This was Finn, his voice was curiously hoarse.

I begged as Carl brought out a glass and poured some of the lemonade for himself. He took another glass and poured some for me. Then he added ice cubes and a straw. I nearly hugged him as I collected the drink. I took a sip, shut my eyes, slowly… then took another sip, sticking my nose in the air as the taste went down my oesophagus. I sipped one more shot and looked out the window, the view of the beach took my breath away.

He offered Ethan a drink which said Mike's and was pink. "Strawberry lemonade." Jayden hummed as he opened it and handed it to him. Ethan was hesitant in his first sip but soon his eyes lit up and he drank it quickly on the way there. Lily was also drinking the same kind of drink as him, but Luke was simply sitting on Wes's lap. He was curled up to his chest and appeared to be resting to the steady heartbeat of his master. Wes carefully ran his fingers through the male's hair as he talked to Cade about what type of submissive he would want. "How about a brat?" Amusement played on Blair's tongue as he spoke, one arm wrapped around Lily's shoulder as he drew her into his side. Cade made a disp

She said silently. I bobbed my head smiling at her as I held on to my empty glass, bottle of juice, and bowl of cookies. “You're back!” Logan said excitedly. “Not fair man, where's my Lemonade!” He yelled. “You’re gonna have to deal with what's in the bottle dude!” I shot at him teasingly.

Wendy put the small sliced lemon in my mouth, and my eyes widened again when Cris brought his face closer to mine and took the lemon in my mouth with his mouth. "Damn! That was so hot!" said Leah. "She's right. That was so hot," Cris whispered to me, then grabbed my thigh. I couldn't move immediately because I was so drunk on his voice, especially when he pulled me closer to him.

Determined to shake off the weariness of their journey, she decided to concoct a refreshing drink for both of them. She sliced fresh lemons with expert precision, carefully squeezed the juice into a crystal-clear pitcher, and added a generous amount of ice. The citrusy aroma filled the air, invigorating their senses. She then muddled mint leaves and added a splash of soda water, creating a refreshing mojito. The clinking of ice against the glass was like a symphony, promising a moment of relaxation.

"Nah, it's cool. Thanks, though." Lacy set her phone down on the patio table and finished rubbing sunscreen on her arms as Hannah walked over and took another sip from her lemonade. She handed the bottle to Lacy who nearly spat it back out. "What the fuck, Hannah? Is there vodka in this?" "Yeah, it's ~HARD~ lemonade," she said with a grin. Lacy took another sip. It wasn't bad. "I didn't think we were getting turnt today." "We're not -- just a little tipsy is all. Gotta cut loose, enjoy our spring break."

My nipples puckered at his scrutiny, and I felt myself flush slightly as he looked away and headed back inside. With my fingers brushing against the pitcher, I poured the lemonade into a glass, inhaling its citrusy aroma. The tangy sweetness enveloped my senses and my throat burned after gulping down half the glass. Mariselle took a sip of her drink, her face contorting. "This is trash. It's not slapping enough." My gaze widened. "What on earth are your taste buds looking for, Mariselle?" "I like my flavors to do a little dance and slap me awake."

Cori was kind enough to not only supply Leo with some sponges to moisten his mouth, but also a box of tissues. There was not a dry eye in that basement and the med student also took one for herself. After their tears had abated for the time being, though unlikely to be the last shed, Leo popped one of the small sponges on a stick into his mouth and sucked on it. “Yummy. Just like Mom makes,” he joked, “do you have these in another flavor?”