So, my wife challenged me to write a sexy story involving Strawberry Shortcake… so here is part 1!
It was another beautiful day in Strawberryland. The sun was shining, but not too much. The birds were chirping, but not too loudly. The breeze was blowing, but not too blustery. Strawberry had just woken up. She had hardly slept the night before due to her excitement of what today had in store. She was positively beaming with anticipation, as it wasn’t very often that she would have a chance to see her favorite band, The Grapeful Dead, live in person. Many of her friends disapproved of their music, but Strawberry couldn’t get enough. Maybe it was because they were a little rough around the edges, not at all what she was used to. Their music wasn’t all about rainbows and butterflies, and she appreciated that. It didn’t hurt that their lead singer, Raspberry White, was SUPER cute. Strawberry stared at his poster on her wall. *So dreamy,* she thought. His dark complexion wasn’t something she saw much of in Strawberryland. It made his smile truly sparkle. And those dimples. OH, those dimples. He was slender, but not muscular, and had gorgeous hands. *I bet they are so soft..* Strawberry caught herself daydreaming. Her own hand had begun drifting across her abdomen toward her small, but perky breasts. The sensation wasn’t entirely new to her, but still one that she wasn’t accustomed to. She had only somewhat recently turned 18, which was the age that Strawberrians were deemed “ripe,” but she hadn’t really put much thought toward that. She quickly snapped out of it, a flush of heat shooting across her freckled cheeks, followed by a pang of guilt. *What’s gotten into you Strawberry?!* She quickly turned away and got busy on the tasks that were ahead of her.
The day crawled by, despite Strawberry doing her best to stay busy. She had cleaned her whole house, and her neighbor’s, run all her errands, and even read a book. Despite her best efforts, she could not get the vision of Raspberry out of her mind. *That dark chocolate skin. His dark curly hair.* She checked her watch for what had to have been the thousandth time today. Five O’clock. *Five O’clock! Finally!* She threw her book to the floor and began to get ready at a frenzied pace. She had already picked out the perfect outfit. It was a super cute white dress, with a bit of lace along the bottom, which sat at a provocative, but just modest enough height of her thighs. The top had short, shoulder length sleeves and had a silky, mesh material covering her chest, with an embroidered strawberry sewn in between her breasts to add just a splash of color. She examined herself in the full length mirror. *Super cute! But.. it’s just missing something.* She rummaged through her closet. *Aha! Just the thing!* She pulled out a pair of silky white knee-high stockings. They matched the mesh on her dress perfectly. She pulled them up over her smooth legs, slipped on her sparkly red shoes, grabbed her tickets, and rushed down the stairs, giggling with excitement all the way.
Strawberry arrived at the show a bit early, like she always tried to be. She had great front row seats. *I hope it won’t be too loud up here. But the view should make up for it..* As time went on, the stadium began to fill and at long last the band was announced. Strawberry stood and gave out a modest “Whoo!,” taking an embarrassed look around her to see if anyone had noticed her excitement. Moments later, the band sauntered on stage.
There were four of them. She only knew Raz by name. (That was a pet name Strawberry alone had given him.) The others were cute too, but in a more subdued way. As they walked onstage Strawberry could swear that one of the members had just winked at her. *Did he recognize me? Unlikely. He was probably just blinking or had something in his eye.* Nevertheless, it gave her a slight flutter in her tummy. Her gaze shifted back to the one of her true affection. He was so *devilishly* handsome, and seemingly without trying. He wore a simple t-shirt and some faded denim jeans, bits of his dark flesh faintly visible through some of the thin material. Strawberry caught herself staring, her mouth agape. She snapped it shut and tried her best to just enjoy the music without distractions, but *those dreamy eyes* made it difficult. She was close enough that she could see Raz’s dark hazel eyes, like chocolate dipped strawberries, so inviting, like a window into his rich soul.
Lost in her thoughts, Strawberry didn’t even realize that Raz was staring back at her. *He noticed me!* Another flash of heat rose to her cheeks. Raz gave her a slight grin and a nod as he continued singing, obviously accustomed to being the subject of attention. But still, he had noticed her, so that was something. Strawberry danced and sang along to the rest of the show which went by in a flash. There were no more connected stares shared between the two of them, at least, not until the end. As they were finishing their set, Raz looked at her again, this time a bit more intently. He gave her a subtle nod, and mouthed something to her. *Did he just tell me to come backstage?!* She nodded goofily, eyes wide with excitement. If she was trying to hide her emotions she failed miserably. Quite the opposite of “playing it cool.” She gave the band some time to get off the stage and tried to collect herself. *What should I say? Hi Mr. Raz – shoot! No, I can’t call him that! – Hey, that was great! You guys really rocked out there!* She supposed that would work, as unoriginal and generic as it was. As long as she didn’t fall flat on her face, she would be fine. After going over it in her head a number of times she finally mustered the courage to go meet her crush.
Strawberry straightened her dress down the front of her legs before knocking softly on the door backstage. Moments later, it opened. But she was not greeted by Raspberry. It was one of the other members of the band, a lanky man that she remembered playing the drums. “Can I help you?” he asked, seemingly unimpressed by her appearance.
“Um, yeah. Well, no. I mean, I just was going to say hi to Mr. Raz – I mean Raspberry and – um -”
“Yo, *Raaaz,* some girl here to see you,” the man called into the room, sarcastically. Strawberry’s eyes shot straight down to the floor. *Some girl? Ugh. Is that all I am?* *What was I thinking? He probably has hundreds of fans just like m-*
“Oh hey, you came!” Something about his tone immediately lifted her spirits. He seemed genuinely happy to see her. It may have been fake, but she didn’t care or notice if so. Strawberry brought her eyes up to meet his yet again. He was somehow *more* attractive than she remembered. “You’re Strawberry, right?” *HE KNOWS MY NAME?!* The whole world began to melt around her.
“Y- yes, that’s me! How did you..?”
“Well you can’t come to Strawberryland and not know THE Strawberry Shortcake. It’s nice to meet you!”
Strawberry didn’t know how to feel at the news. On one hand it was great that he knew who she was, but at the same time, this meant that was the only reason he wanted her to come backstage. Regardless, she decided to take it as a win.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you too! I’m a HUGE fan! I just love you – um, your music!”
Raz grinned back at her kindly, clearly noticing her embarrassment. “Well, hey come on in. We are just relaxing. I’d love to hear more about you.”
Strawberry couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was this some kind of dream? An altered reality? Raz wanted to hear more about *her?* She stepped in cautiously, worried that the floor might collapse and she would be brought back to the real world at any moment. As her nerves became more settled, she was able to talk more easily to Raz. She was surprised at how down to earth he seemed to be. The other man, whose name was Styx, was polite but mostly stayed to himself, interjecting comments every now and then. As Strawberry began to talk about some of her charity work, Raz stood up and casually peeled off his shirt as he walked over to his wardrobe. She abruptly lost her train of thought and it was *painfully* obvious to both of them.
“I think you’ve got an admirer,” Styx called over to Raz. “I’ll catch up with you later.” Strawberry realized her gaff and shot her eyes back down to her feet.
“Hey, be nice!” Raz playfully scolded Styx as he left. He walked back over to Strawberry. “It’s ok. Sorry if I embarrassed you. I was just going to change out of my show clothes. They can start to stink after running around on stage for a while. Here. I’ll put it back on.”
“No, don’t!” Strawberry nearly jumped out of her seat. She couldn’t believe she had just blurted that out. It was meant to be in her head. “I mean, that’s ok. You don’t have to.. I was just not expecting it.” She brought her gaze back up, but couldn’t bring it all the way to his eyes. She was mesmerized at the sight of that dark chocolate skin. He wasn’t muscular, but he was fit. She imagined what his skin must feel like. *Soft, but firm*. Butterflies again began to swirl in her stomach. “Can I..” Her hand lifted absentmindedly as she spoke.
“Yeah, sure,” Raz interjected, without hesitation. He took her dainty hand and placed it in the middle of his smooth chest. Strawberry’s heart began to race as she felt his own heartbeat. His chest was warm and firm, just liked she had imagined it would be. She began to rub it gently, swirling her fingertips lightly over his dark skin.
Raz broke her train of thought. “You are so cute.” Again, not exactly the words she had wanted to hear. First called a “girl” and now “cute.” A tinge of anger shot through her mind, which was not like her at all.
“I’m not just some cute kid, you know?” she snapped, withdrawing her hand abruptly from his chest. “I’m nearly nineteen.”
“My apologies!” Raz replied, seemingly surprised at this sudden change in attitude. “I misspoke. I meant to say, “You are beautiful.”” He took a step toward her. “Stunning.” Another step, now only inches apart from one another. “And incredibly sexy.” Strawberry essentially melted directly into him at the words. She had never been described like that by anyone and she hadn’t realized how much she wanted it until now. “Can I ki-,” Raz began, quickly cut short by Strawberry’s lips placed firmly on his own. His lips had clearly been forged by gods; plump and firm, yet gentle at the same time, and sweeter than any candy she had ever tasted. Strawberry fumbled at first. This wasn’t her *first* kiss, but certainly the first with this level of passion. She ran her hands up through his curly locks as she pulled him gently away from her, giving them a moment to catch their breath before going right back to it. His own hands ran around her back and up the nape of her neck, sending little tremors down her spine. They continued like this for some time, playing tug of war with one another, teasing with their hands, lips and tongues.
Before long, Strawberry found herself straddling Raz on the small couch, completely lost in her own lust. The light dress she wore had turned out to be a great choice. Only Raz’s jeans and the thin fabric of her panties separated the two intimate areas. Despite that obstacle, she could feel the swell of his manhood growing under her weight. Although she didn’t have much in the way of first hand experience, she knew *generally* how the male anatomy worked, at least enough to know that he was becoming aroused, and that, in turn, turned her on as well. He looked at her, for the first time really looking at her. She truly was stunning. She had a beautiful, playful innocence about her. With some uncertainty in his eyes he started to speak.
“Don’t ask me anything else,” Strawberry said, putting a solitary finger up to his lips. “Whatever you want to do with me, or to me.. I trust you.” Raz’s expression changed, from inquisitive to genuine intrigue. *Maybe she’s not as innocent as I thought.*
“Is that so?” Raz mused. She nodded eagerly. “So, if I wanted to, say, do this?” He firmly cupped both of her breasts in his hands, kneading and massaging them gently. Strawberry let out a faint whimper as she shook her head. His large hands swooped over her like magical swans, exploring her body and lifting her dress up over her head in one fluid motion, leaving her wearing nothing but her white leggings. He pulled her close to him, bringing her breast to his supple lips, suckling one and then the other, as to not let either one feel left out. Meanwhile, his hands continued their voyage southward, squeezing her thighs and little round butt. *A girl named Strawberry with an ass shaped like an apple.* He couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought.
Strawberry was loving every second of his touch, and she returned in kind, grabbing his broad shoulders and moving her hands down his chest, gently circling his belly button before squeezing his inner thighs, which prompted a slight moan of his own. This playful teasing continued, each of them getting more and more worked up, before Raz finally had had enough. In one smooth motion he picked her up off of him and reversed their position, her legs wrapped around his waist with his pelvis pressed against the growing wetness on her panties. She was not the only one with a visible sign of excitement. Raz had a half dollar sized spot of his own that was visible through his jeans. He leaned into her, supporting himself against the back of the couch, and they kissed again, this time grinding against each other, wet spot against wet spot, each one growing slightly larger with each subtle thrust of his hips. Strawberry could not wait for what was to come.
To be continued….
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/li36n0/strawberry_shortcake_goes_to_a_concert_mf_part_1