Audrey's Lemonade Stand

After several years of operating a summer lemonade stand together, teenage neighbors Zach and Audrey are finally drawn together in an intimate way.

[Author's Note: Although the characters in this story first meet as preteens, there is no sexual contact between them until they are both over 18 years old.]

Part One

Zach Evans had been misled. The 12-year-old boy had been told by his parents a month earlier that when the family moved 660 miles westward from their home in Delaware there would be plenty of kids Zach’s age in the neighborhood surrounding their new abode in Indiana. That was only half right. There was indeed an abundance of children in his new suburban setting. Unfortunately, the vast majority were not close to his age. There were a handful of teens who were high-school age, and a surplus of preschoolers and others under eight years old. Thus, Zach felt very much alone in a crowd. Zach had already hated the idea of leaving behind his many friends in Delaware when his dad moved up to a higher management position at his company’s national headquarters, but the disappointing demographics that now surrounded Zach made him feel downright depressed.

He discovered right away that the high-schoolers on his block were definitely a cliquish lot who would not deign to associate with a lowly 12-year-old playmate. Likewise, Zach wasn’t going to seek out the friendship of anyone in the third grade or younger. From his observations during his first week in his new city, the only other kid near his age was a girl. She lived on the other side of his Peachtree Street home about 75 yards away.

One afternoon in late June, when school was out, Zach saw her setting up a lemonade stand at the end of her house’s driveway. Desperately wanting someone to talk to, Zach figured he might as well drop by to say hello. So, he did. A bright smile crossed the face of the flat-chested, preteen female who sat behind a folding table with an enticing icy pitcher of pink lemonade directly in front of her. She was an average size brunette with a cute button nose who wore her hair in a ponytail. Zach estimated her to be about 11 years old. As someone a year older than that, Zach had just begun noticing the charms of the opposite sex. All in all, Zach figured she was a very pretty specimen of girlhood.

The girl took the initiative to begin a conversation. “Hi,” she said with a very friendly tone in her voice. “My name is Audrey McIntyre. I’ve been hoping we would meet since your family moved into the old Kelly house down the street.” She held out her hand. Zach grasped it gently and shook it.

Zach introduced himself in return and said, “I see you are selling pink lemonade today. It looks very tasty. May I buy a cupful?”

“Sure,” Audrey replied. “That’s why I’m here.”

“How much does it cost?” asked Zach.

Audrey laughed. “You know, ” she began, “I hadn’t yet figured out how much I should charge for a cup. I’ve never run a refreshment stand on my own before. I don’t know what the going rate is for pink lemonade these days. Do you? Anyway, I’ll give you a cupful now—and maybe you can help me determine the price. Deal?”

“Deal!” said Zach with alacrity. After less than a minute, he already liked this girl’s winning personality. She was bubbly and kind, and she was interested in making money, just like he was. The fact that Audrey possessed a definite cuteness was an added bonus.

Zach saw that Audrey had some blank sheets of poster board and various colored markers to make signs advertising her capitalistic enterprise. “I’m a neat printer, ” he told his new friend. “Do you want me to make some signs for you?”

“That would be great, ” she told him. “My printing is a little bit sloppy.” Zach suggested 50 cents for a large paper cup of lemonade was a reasonable price to charge the public. Audrey agreed, so that’s what he printed on the poster board.

Audrey asked, “Should we tape the sign to the front of the table?”

“Oh, no, ” replied Zach. “You need to stand up and walk around with the sign whenever you see someone approaching—even if that someone is driving a car...and it must be you holding the sign, not me.”

When Audrey asked why she had to be the one with the sign, Zach gave her a valuable lesson in advertising. “My dad has been in the marketing profession for years. He always says the best way to sell just about any product is to use a pretty girl to advertise it.” He paused for a moment before adding, “You certainly qualify.”

For a moment, Audrey looked at him with an odd expression that had equal parts of shock and love in it. Audrey immediately wrapped her arms around Zach and kissed him on the cheek! “What a lovely thing to say, Zach. I’m going to like being your friend...a lot!”

Zach, who was normally garrulous, was startled into momentary silence by Audrey’s unexpected display of affection. Then he managed to utter, “Uh, yeah...likewise!”

True to Zach’s words, within a few minutes of Audrey parading back and forth with her advertising placard to attract attention, she had drawn seven customers to the lemonade stand. Six of them were males ranging in age from 12 to about 60. Silently, Zach attributed the interest to old-fashioned sex appeal. Audrey had surprisingly sexy legs for her age—and a cute bum that was highlighted by her wearing shorts.

When there was a brief lull in lemonade sales, Zach cackled, “See, I told you so! Dad was right. A pretty girl equals customers.”

Without really intending it to be that way, Zach became Audrey's business partner. Audrey put Zach in charge of the cash box while she herself poured the drinks and made a fresh pitcher whenever it was necessary—which was quite often. Audrey needed to make five pitchers of pink lemonade that afternoon to meet the demands of the thirsty public. Zach sat at the table with Audrey until it was time for him to abruptly go home for an evening meal with his mother and father.

During that meal, Zach told his parents he had made a new friend—the girl who was running the lemonade stand on the opposite side of the street. They were pleased that he had found someone close to his own age for a playmate.

A couple of hours later, there was a knock at the door. It was Audrey. Zach’s father greeted her and kidded, “Are you selling lemonade door-to-door tonight, young lady?” He welcomed her inside and summoned his son from the downstairs family room. Zach was pleasantly surprised to see Audrey as a visitor to his house. She had come to give Zach half of the day’s profits. Zach politely refused, kindly pointing out, “I never did pay you for my lemonade. I think that makes us even.”

“Zach, that’s not even close to making things even!” Audrey stated. “You deserve at least $8 by my reckoning.” Zach insisted she keep all the money. He was more than happy to help with her enterprise as a volunteer.

“I’m going to run the stand tomorrow, too, ” Audrey informed him. “Do you want to help me again? I’d love it if you could.”

Zach smiled and put on an act. “Let’s see, now...” he muttered. “I have a choice between sitting at home doing nothing or sitting beside a beautiful girl all afternoon. That’s a tough decision, Audrey, but I think I’ll help you out tomorrow.”

Again, Zach’s sweet-talking earned him another kiss on the cheek from the charmed Audrey. This time the buss was witnessed by his parents.

Zach asked, “Geez, Audrey, are you always this affectionate toward people you barely know?”

“I guess the answer to that question is yes, ” she conceded. “Sometimes it gets me into trouble, though. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow, Zach. I plan on starting the lemonade sales at 1 o’clock. I’ll see you then.” Audrey happily walked out the Evans’ front door and headed down the street to her house.

Zach’s dad remarked, “Son, here’s a bit of free fatherly advice for you: If you’re not at her house at least an hour before 1 o’clock tomorrow, you’re crazy and you’re no son of mine!”

Part Two

The following day, Zach heeded his father’s advice. He gulped down an early lunch and was knocking on Audrey’s door by 11:50 a.m.—well in advance of the time Audrey said she would reopen the lemonade stand that had been so successful in its debut. (Zach declined the lunch he was offered by Audrey’s mother because he had just eaten.) Like Zach’s parents, Mrs. McIntyre was happy to realize her daughter had made a new friend near her own age.

When Audrey finished her lunch, Zach helped her carry the table and the lemonade stand’s supplies out to the driveway. Before they officially opened for business, Zach wanted to know more about Audrey. She told him she had just turned 11 years old (thus confirming Zach’s estimate). When Zach asked Audrey if she had siblings, she hesitatingly said she had a 15-year-old brother named Eric whom she no longer spoke to. When Zach asked why that was the case, Audrey said it was related to the comment she made at Zach’s house the previous day about being overly affectionate. While they waited for their first customer to arrive, Audrey explained the situation in detail.

“First, I’m going to tell you a secret about myself, ” Audrey began. “Last year, I told one of Eric’s friends named Victor that I liked him. I thought he was cute. I still do! So I kissed him when we were alone. Eric was going to give him a severe beating, but I intervened. I said that I liked Victor and I had encouraged him by kissing him. Eric then turned his anger on me. He called me a disgrace to the family. We haven’t spoken since. That was 13 months ago.”

Zach was utterly dumbfounded that Audrey, a preteen girl whom he had known for only about 24 hours, would be so open with him about such a delicate personal matter. Audrey sensed that Zach was shocked at what she had said. She broke the silence by saying, “Hey, that’s all in the past. When I kissed you yesterday, it was the first time I had kissed any boy since I'd kissed Victor.”

Zach remained wordless for a few moments, trying to process that young Audrey's amorous escapades had caused her brother to stop talking to her. “Let’s change the subject, Audrey,” he smartly suggested. “Hey, I think I see some potential customers approaching. Pick up your sign and do your stuff.” The lemonade stand had another profitable day, which pleased Audrey. Zach once again refused any payment from Audrey for his help.

Part Three

Running a lemonade stand became a summer fixture for both Zach and Audrey--even well into their high school years. By the second year, Audrey insisted that Zach had to accept some of its profits. Locally, its existence became an annual sign that summer was here. Often the local media did stories on the two of them and their successful entrepreneurial enterprise. The final time they ran their lemonade stand, Zach was 19 years old, and Audrey was 18. They often told their customers that they were probably the oldest lemonade stand magnates in the country!

One day that summer, Zach's curiosity got the better of him. He had always been very careful about bringing up Audrey’s past, but he was dying to ask her a question. Seconds after the lemonade stand’s supplies had been put back in the proper place in the house, Zach blurted the following question, “Audrey, do you still have a high drive for intimacy, or is that a thing of the past?”

“It’s higher than ever, ” she shyly admitted. She paused for a moment and then figured out why such a question was being asked by her longtime friend and lemonade-stand partner. “Zach...by any chance, do you want to fuck me?”

What a conversation! Zach was honest, though. He quickly said, “If you offered sex to me, Audrey, I certainly wouldn’t object to it.”

“Right this minute, I could give you sex instead of giving you a share of today’s profits,” Audrey, the cagy businesswoman, suggested.

As usual, Zach had neither wanted nor expected payment for helping Audrey operate her lemonade stand, but if he was going to get a roll in the hay out of it with a pretty 18-year-old girl...why not? He enthusiastically said, “Count me in, Audrey!”

There was a couch near the room in the basement where Audrey had taken her lemonade supplies. Audrey took Zach by the hand and guided him to it. She sweetly said to him, “If this is new to you, just do what comes naturally. I like doing sex things with boys very much, so I’ll probably like anything you do. Let’s get undressed and have some fun together, Zach.”

Zach quickly removed every article of clothing he was wearing. Audrey did the same. Both of them were completely nude within 30 seconds. Audrey positioned herself on Zach’s lap. She couldn’t help but notice his erection. She gave it a squeeze and said, “That’s a nice one!”

Zach enjoyed Audrey’s touch thanked her for the compliment. After a few minutes of passionate busses, Zach began feeling the critical areas of Audrey’s torso. it had matured nicely in the seven years he had known her. The formerly flat-chested girl had spouted at least average-size boobs. Zach fondled them freely and felt Audrey’s nipples rise into firmness. He couldn’t help but lick them repeatedly.

Audrey’s hairless pussy was, in Zach's opinion, the most desirable part of her nubile frame. He gently put his hand on Audrey’s nether regions and caressed it. Audrey nodded her approval, giving Zach tacit permission to be more sexually aggressive with her.

“I want you to ride my dick, Audrey. I’ve never been so hard in my whole life,” Zach proudly told her. Following Zach’s erotic suggestion, Audrey lifted herself off his lap and repositioned her beautiful vagina atop Zach’s stiff rod...and promptly dropped down onto it.

Until that afternoon, Zach had been a virgin. For the first time in his 19 years on the planet, Zach’s penis had penetrated a girl sexually. He didn’t want this new experience to end. He tried to prolong it by focusing his mind on other things and fondling Audrey’s soft butt cheeks. However, Audrey’s experienced dick-riding was too much for a sexual newbie to endure. Zach came before he had a chance of even thinking about pulling out. In fact, Zach held Audrey by the hips when his dick was stuffed in her cunt as far as it could go. Zach was, in effect, deliberately providing his full load of sperm to her. Both parties groaned and sighed with delight to express their general satisfaction with what had transpired on a moment’s notice.

Zach curiously needed to find out how he rated as a sex partner--and he mustered the courage to ask Audrey. She sweetly gave him a flattering appraisal. Zach realized there was a good chance that Audrey was lying just to make him feel better—but he didn’t care.

They both washed up in the nearby bathroom. They even toweled each other off, a suggestion made by Audrey that Zach happily followed. Audrey told him she would be running the lemonade stand again the next day. Zach, of course, said he would be there for her as usual. They kissed affectionately after which Zach headed home.

At the dinner table that evening, Zach’s mother asked him, “How was business at Audrey’s lemonade stand this afternoon?”

“Audrey had plenty of customers again today,” he replied. “She also has a new profit-sharing plan that is very appealing to me."