Mitski Strawberry Blond Novels & Stories

There it was, two dome guards and a cart packed with items bearing my name. I signed the clipboard and rolled the cart in myself. My heart fluttered a little at the gesture, even if he hadn’t said it in person. Inside were chilled Moscato bottles, a small wooden box of dark Swiss truffles, cartons of almond and hazelnut milk, a pack of organic blueberry smoothies, two packs of Pringles, pearled dragon fruits, pink guavas, and a crate of rare Japanese white strawberries, sweet, plump, and soft to the touch.

Abi wanted to take Cheri's girl on girl virginity with or without Gio taking her actual cherry. Cheri was about five foot two with the blondest hair Abi had ever seen it was almost white, it was so blonde. The cut was cute but different, long in the back like touch the top of her ass long and only chin length in the front. For about three inches, she had dyed the ends cotton candy hot pink. The girl's eyes were the color of fine Kentucky whiskey, a caramel colored amber, and the girl had no need for makeup and wasn't wearing any.

That was good. “What flavor?” Blake asked, looking at the small board. “Vanilla,” I said fast. “Wait, no. Vanilla and strawberry together. I want both.” He shook his head. “You're worse than a kid.” “Thank you,” I said with a big smile. He ordered two plates. One full of vanilla, the other with strawberry. We got back into the car, and Blake drove off again. This time, he didn’t go far. He parked near a quiet corner of the park. Trees stood tall around us, birds flew from one branch to another. The place was peaceful and empty.

Twigs winks at the blonde after we have poured a few drinks inboard. It seems that the blonde is just as keen on privacy, because she nods and leads us down behind where the big balls of straw are stacked in large stacks. Twigs and the blonde immediately pull away a bit, leaving Me to entertain her friend. "My name is Michala by the way". The girl has an ok nice face under a purr of brown curls. "Uh, my name is Luca". I am not usually nervous around women, but I can feel where this is going and I would rather not give the wrong impression.

It burned down my throat and I fought hard not to cough it up. “Oh, Goddess… that was awful!” I croaked. Jake and Jamie burst into laughter. Even Bruce and Mia separated for a minute to laugh. Jake put everyone’s shot’s in front of them before handing me a fruity-looking drink. “Here,” he said laughing, “this one tastes better.” I looked at him suspiciously. Everyone threw their shots back without a second thought. I took the drink from his hands. It was pink and had an umbrella sticking out of the glass. I sipped it and my eyes widened. Sweet strawberry.

He bowed his head towards me, frowning, but he obeyed nonetheless. "Get me some ice," I said as I took out a blender specifically used to make drinks. I chopped up some strawberries and dropped them into the blender. I poured in the sprite, with a little rose syrup. I mixed the ingredients before finally adding the ice. My plain strawberry mojito tasted great. Ryan stacked nine glasses high on a tray, and I poured the drinks into them equally. I intended to put a mint leaf or two as a garnish, but didn't. He took the tray because it was heavy, and I took the plate.

Mike leaned out the window when he saw me coming. "Hey, strawberry girl," he said. "You're late today. Thought you forgot about us." "Never," I replied, smiling as I reached the window. "Double scoop, please. Extra big if you can." He checked the freezer and frowned a little. "Shit. Strawberry's all gone. We had a rush earlier. Would you like vanilla or chocolate?" I pouted, leaning on the ledge so my tank top gaped a bit. "Damn. I was really craving it."

I sipped a drink again, before following. You will be amazed how well I forgot my problems as her lips met mine. From the restaurant down the car. Yes, she did blow me in the car and yes, the body was still there. She had kissed me in a fake attempt to whisper to me, that was the only invitation I needed. I pulled her face closer, her lips tasted as strawberry and lime tipped on it, I haven't tasted that before either, but my brain interpreted it as that. Her touch was almost causing me to grunt as she ravaged my body.

- Of course it is. – Missy smiled, her wide innocent eyes wide – It tastes like pineapple and it's not bitter at all, like other drinks that always leave a bad taste in my mouth. - This is called V.I.P. It's one of my sister's favorite bar specials. They let a pineapple sit for days inside a gallon of vodka, squeeze it and then... This is the result. It's literally pineapple flavored alcohol. – he saw Missy's eyes begin to widen with fear little by little… Comically little by little – Oh, love, I'm sorry. How many glasses did you drink? – they both knew that Missy got drunk extremely easily. And he could hardly imagine what would happen if she had drunk too much of something as strong as vod

I said as I sat in front of the vanity. Linda and Amber got to work on my hair, setting long curls pinned up with a beautiful blue hair comb. It had sapphires and platinum gold roses along the edge. Amber put a light foundation on and gave my eyes a slight smoky effect. She finished my makeup with pale pink lipstick. “There we are, perfect.” Amber said before going to the closet to get the dress. It was a powder blue silk dress. It was floor length with a slit up the right leg to the midthigh. I got up and walked towards it.