Strawberry Shortcake Teenager Novels & Stories

“Oh…I had no idea.” “And her daughter’s turning sixteen today, is that not exciting.” Angela sighed sadly. “Very exciting.” “Is something wrong sweetie?” “Wrong…no,” she said with her eyes kept on the hot, most delicious looking strawberry pancakes she had ever seen. Milk was poured all over it, brown sugar was used to decorate the thin flat cakes and five big juicy strawberries were placed on them. The pancakes were pink and looked heavenly. “Is it okay if I deliver it to them?”

she teased, stepping outside. He smiled back. “Hey, Shortcake.” As she walked up beside him, he blew the vapor in her face—just like she used to do to him. “Someone got me hooked on strawberry.” She leaned into him, feeling a weight lift off both of them. He tipped her chin up and kissed her. She kissed him back—nothing like Chase. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered when they finally broke apart. “Same,” was all he could manage. “Hey, I could use some help in here!” Matt’s voice echoed from the doorway. Both Tony and Gemma looked up to see Matt and Kyle standing there.

Jake was nineteen and in his second year of college. Everyone called him a p**n warrior because he knew the girls so well. Even when they wore masks, he recognized their bodies—the shape of their tits, how their ass bounced, the way they moaned. But this new blonde girl, SweetLily, had him hooked bad.

Remigio’s POV “It is a dessert for young women,” Helen said, her voice tight with a strange kind of worry. I looked at the screen of the phone again. My son, Jeremiah, had posted a photo of a strawberry cake. It was a small thing, pink and sugary, sitting on his table at home. To anyone else, it was just a snack. To my wife, it was a flashing neon sign. She was convinced some girl had forced it on him.

“You… remember my name?” “Of course. You made quite the impression this morning.” She fiddled with the strap of her backpack, then sighed. “Yeah. School was… school. But a milkshake makes everything better.” “Smart girl,” I said, sliding up beside her. “Vanilla or chocolate?” “Strawberry,” she answered without hesitation, grinning. When she had her cup in hand, she surprised me by blurting, “I’m sorry about Vincent. He’s… well, he’s always like that. Protective. Over-serious. Kind of annoying.”

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."

It has been 8 hours since I met Caeleb and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. I’m not going out to the field today so I won’t get to see him before he leaves. When I took his driver’s license to make a copy, I saw he was only 19. Knowing he is closer to my age makes crushing on him less awkward for me. I have had one boyfriend in my 17 years and it was a very weird relationship. He was the same age as me and was big into video games. We didn’t spend a lot of free time together since he played in video game tournaments and we never did anything a couple our age nowadays does except hold hands and kiss. He never tried to touch me and I was too scared to bring any of that up to him

His voice, suddenly near her ear, made her pulse quicken. "What are you making?" "Strawberry shortcake," she replied, trying to keep her tone light, though her breath hitched slightly at his proximity. "Something quick and easy. It's fresh too." He walked around the counter as she put the stem of the strawberry down and began cutting up the strawberries again. She felt him stop behind her, so close, almost touching her, then she felt his hands on her hips. She almost jumped at his touch, not as much from surprise as the thrilling shock of his hands on her suddenly. She kept cutting up the strawberries.

Daisy stands up to pick up the plates and Raffaele asks "what's for dessert?" "Nothing," says Daisy annoyed, and receives a hard slap on her ass. "Then make something. I want dessert after every meal" says Raffaele and goes away to sit on a couch and turns the tv on. Daisy couldn't believe her bad luck. She couldn't believe she was stuck in such a situation. She wipes her tears and starts to make a strawberry shortcake.

Just because something is interesting doesn't mean she must touch it. "Hey, Jay?" Jay snapped back to reality at the mention of her name. "Oh... Yes? Did you say something?" "I said what you're getting?" The older boy pointed at the menu behind the cafeteria lady. His dark blue eyes stared down at her from his impressive height; Jay doesn't know his exact height, but she's guessing that he's at least 6"4, because he's taller than her brother. "Just..." Her lips parted slightly, her brain doesn't seem to cooperate with her. "Strawberry milk and pudding."