Popsicle by ImoutoCommissions

It was a hot day, and so Pudding and Taruto had decided to stop at an 
ice cream parlor while out on their date. It was, in fact, so hot that 
she had decided to forgo a fancy sundae or anything like that, 
preferring to instead get a simple popsicle. She claimed that those were 
much better for cooling down than anything else, and Taruto didn't 
question her on that. She did know more about human things, after all.

The tank top she wore stuck to her skin and was damp in places, due to 
how sweaty she had gotten, and her hair was messy and matted, and he was 
sure that if he reached out to touch the top of her head, her hair would 
still feel wet. It was nice to be inside, and the air conditioning was 
helping cool things down a little bit. His sundae was helping as well, 
but he found that he kept leaving it alone, barely picking at it as he 
was distracted by the girl across the table.

He couldn't help but stare at the way she ate her popsicle, suckling at 
the top and wrapping her lips around it, the red dye staining them just 
a little bit. She would slowly lick around it, and then suck lightly, 
and then plunge it further into her mouth, and it was impossible not to 
liken this to something else she was quite good at doing with her mouth. 
It wasn't long before he could feel himself growing aroused, and leaned 
forward reflexively to conceal it.

He couldn't tell if she was doing this on purpose or not, though. Her 
face gave nothing away, and it was entirely possible that she was 
completely innocent and that he was the one with his mind in the gutter. 
However, he knew his little monkey, and so he couldn't help but be 
suspicious of her. Whatever the case, watching her like that was nearly 
too much for him, and he couldn't wait until they could get back home so 
that he could do something about this.