With her parents away for the afternoon, Amy enticed her friend Beth to raid the freezer. “What flavor do you want?” she asked. “We have black cherry and grape.”

Beth chose black cherry. “You know why?” she asked. “Guess.”

Amy said, “Because you ... Because it ... I don’t know.”

“Because it looks like a boy’s penis.”

“It does? I mean, it does!”

“Not the shape, though that too, but the color, when he’s really excited. When he’s about to...”

“About to what?” Amy asked.

Beth had the popsicle wrapper peeled away. She touched the popsicle to Amy’s lips. “Open,” she said. “Imagine it’s Rickie Waterman’s dick. Good girl. Don’t bite. Just sort of swirl your tongue around and around. Yeah, like that. Good, huh? Got that real penis flavor.”

Amy giggled. “Don’t you want any?”

“You know what else?” Beth asked.

“What?”

“Black cherry feels really good against your nipples.”

“It does?”

“Take off your shirt.”

“I don’t think—”

“Otherwise it will get all stained. Black cherry doesn’t come out.”

“It doesn’t?”

Beth shook her head. “And neither does cum.”

“Huh?”

Beth jabbed the popsicle towards Amy’s chest.

“Okay, okay.” Amy pulled her shirt over her head. “Are you really going to...”

“I am,” Beth said, and she touched the tip of the popsicle to Amy’s left nipple.

“Ooh. It’s so—ooh.”

The popsicle circled Amy’s nipple. “So nice and stiff,” Beth said. “Do you want me to do the other one?”

“No. Maybe.”

“You do,” Beth said. The popsicle pressed Amy’s right nipple. “Mmm, black cherry nipples. Mmm.” And Beth brought her mouth to Amy’s nipple and sucked.

“That feels ... Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

“You know where it feels even better?” Beth asked.

“Where?”

“Guess.”

“My neck?”

“No.”

“My ear?”

“Really? You’re getting colder.”

“My, um, my belly button.”

“Warmer.”

“My...”

“Take off your pants, Amy. Your panties too.”

“Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

Lisa closed the book. Okay, the book fell to the floor. After her come, she called Amelia. “I just read the hottest story,” she told her friend. “It was about two girls and some popsicles.”

“Popsicles?” Amelia questioned.

“Yeah,” Lisa said. “Come on over and I’ll show you.”