Cookies & Cream Ch. 03

"Good morning, fine people," he said to us. He grinned to see the two of us being warm to him. "I am a friend of the Merfields, Pastor Alfred Samuel. I want to welcome the both of you to my sermon outside if that's okay."

"Of course you can, Pastor." I said immediately. I was absolutely happy to see a pastor around here. Perhaps he would boost out some morality and this service of his would be exciting. John just grinned and nodded with me. "It would be great to hear a sermon."

"I'm glad to hear it, young lady. What is your name? We do need to know one another since I assume you're going to stay here all summer."

"You're right. I'm Kendra Robbins. This is my new friend John."

"John Higgins. It's really nice to meet you, Pastor." John stepped down the steps and shook the pastor's welcoming hand. The pastor laughed joyously. "Well, Son, it's so good to meet new people, I am. I do hope you're excited about learning the word of Jesus Christ."

"Oh God, take me! Take me right now!!" Came a shrill inside the house. I made a face as John looked down and shook his head. I replied, "Well, someone around here is." I made a big smile, trying to cover up the moral boo-boo. The pastor snapped his fingers. "Oh, that reminds me! I need to ask Emma for a pint of eggnog ice cream for my faithful wife Ruth. The Lord wants us to make a miracle."

Ah yes, I said as I went into the cabin to round up the lust brigade, we all need a miracle around here.

The sermon was very wonderful. The sun shined brightly as the pastor taught about the parables Jesus Himself made in His day. We sang hymns that seemed healthy to our lungs. Pastor Samuel even mentioned about answered prayers, such as a child almost at a deathbed becoming a hundred percent healthy the next day. Amen, Pastor. Amen.

After the sermon, we headed our separate ways to do more of our explorations. Some went to the fields to exercise. Some went to the lake to soak in the Florida sun. Some went to the nature trail to see brightly colored birds and butterflies. Others, like me, were hungry. Thank goodness the owners of "Cookies & Cream" decided to open its doors just after the sermon.

Man, the place was packed! Course, with the place being packed, meeting people is my silver lining. I finally got to meet Sumie the genius seamstress from her own warehouse. Sumie Aohana is a seamstress from Okinawa. She is over five-foot-tall, wears a purple ponytail, eyes mahogany color, lips full and pink and a bust many guys would die to grope. She makes grade-A costumes so defined and distinguished, History itself would be jealous. I happen to sneak a peek at her i-Phone and her pics of a few costumes she just made. Totally outrageous were the first words that popped into my head.

The next person I met was a friend of Emma's since childhood. Her name is Eleanor Bearsly. This forty something woman was, as some called her, a spinster. Her body would fool everyone with perky bosom, a slightly chubby waist and a raised booty even white boys would holler. Her hair was long, curly and bronze with some orange highlights. Plus, her caramel skin is so tight, you would never know she was forty. Her only reason for being single was simply she hasn't found anyone challenging. Her main love is the Bible.

Sweet Eleanor was talking about how good the pastor was that morning to Emma just as she sat down with Sumie. "You know, that parable about the olive trees was absolutely thrilling! I do think the dried up olive tree is referred to the Middle East not having God in their lives."

"They do, Elle," Emma said to her friend, making milkshakes to the newcomers. "It's just that those poor people are not progressive enough about human thought. God is very progressive. He gives us knowledge and the drive to pursue our deeper understanding about His creation. Course, that's just my say. I'm not going to even go there. Amanda and Melissa, here are your milkshakes, dears."

The two girls thanked the good waitress and sipped their tasty drinks as Emma came back to the counter with her best friends. I gave my sorority sisters a couple of high-fives and a soft 'hi' as they exited the door. "I do think the Pastor was very fantastic. I always love how he admits he is a sinner like the rest of us."

"Do you think his prayer about you two being prosperous might come to light as he proclaimed, Emma?" Sumie asked softly. "He did say God talked to him these last couple of years. And he told me just after the sermon that this would be the year for you and Charles."

Emma chuckled. "That would be nice, hon. If everything goes through, Charles and I might open another diner at the end of the summer."

The women freaked a little. This was stunning news. Eleanor just clapped her hands like a little kid. "Emma! I'm so happy for you!" Her voice was high and soft, but it cracked in the middle of her sentence. "Oh Emma, you think you'll have another diner? Your ice cream will be hitting the news if you do that."

"Elle."

"I can see it, Ems. 'In our top story, a local diner and ice cream parlor is the talk of the towns in Lake county. The ice cream guarantee to help you lose weight is the popular item. Sixty thousand pints sold in an hour. Customers claim they are very satisfied with the product.'"

Emma kept herself from laughing from that last part. She figured she would keep the reason to herself. "Elle, you have a good natured heart. Don't ever change. Anyway, we're meeting with the bank manager and her estate financier tomorrow morning. The people say they are really good with their work. I just hope they will approve our loan."

Sumie looked at the moving doors at the corner of her eye. There was a couple with metropolitan business attire coming in the retro diner. The man was tall and slightly muscular, pale face, but his oval face was smelt with sexiness. Even his smug lips charmed some of the women as he shook his long brown ponytail. The woman was smaller wearing a red suit. She was peach skinned, petite stature, with short bouncy red hair and eyes so icy she could turn anyone frozen just by glancing alone.

"Emma?" The woman asked sternly in her Georgia drawl. The co-owner snapped her head. The woman walked to the counter putting down her brown briefcase. "You remember me talking to you and Charles a few days ago, correct?"

Emma's big brown eyes just went bigger. "Megan? Megan Harper?"

"Ah, yes, you do remember. You must forgive me for coming in at your inconvenience. From what my clients have told me, your business is worth my attention. I figured I should see this for myself. My partner is also curious, aren't you, Reginald?"

"It is an odd request from my esteemed partners in the estate business. My co-worker Pauline raved about your delicious ice cream when she ordered her pints during the Fourth of July parties. I'm not particularly fond of dairy myself, mind you dear, but I want to rate your other items. That is if you want to take our orders."

I would think that Emma would be intimidated by a Harvard Graduate. With his Bostonian well distinguished nature and a first class attitude. You'd think country girls like Emma would be boiling. Not Emma. She grinned away genially and took out two menus under the counter. "Most certainly, Mr. Harper. Let me seat you in a private booth."

When she led the couple to the corner booth, she saw Tony coming out of the back hallway with Rosa and Yuki beside him and Hannah hugging him from behind. Charles sensed trouble was afoot because he walked over and stood next to Emma as the foursome walked passed the booth. Both owners' faces paled when Rosa commented about Tony's services being top notched for a rookie fry cook.

"Aww, Rosa, being a cook is what I aimed to be. If I keep cooking like this, I will be great."

"Well, to us, you're already great." Yuki slapped Tony's ass as the three girls walked to the exit. Hannah turned around and waved to Tony. "I hope you can serve us dinner later on."

"Oh yeah, I can serve you three personally when work is over. You can count on it."

When the girls left, Tony turned around and headed back to the kitchen. Reginald, feeling facetious, smirked at the lad as he passed the booth to head back. "Excuse me, boy," he said loudly with a mischievous smile. Charles groaned as the boy rushed over to the booth. "Are you a server here as well as a fry cook?"

"Well, I guess serving comes with the hospitality territory. I do aim to please, sir."

"I see. Do tell me, boy, where did you serve the three girls?" The owners eyed their fry cook, seeing if he could lie through this one. What Tony came up with was a dinger. "Well, I served them in the Executive room just within the hall over yonder."

"An Executive room?" Megan asked, her blue eyes no longer on the menu. "Charles, your wife just sat us to the furthest booth for privacy and yet those three girls were seated in a private room out back."

"It's new, Mrs. Harper, and the girls are daughters of entrepreneurs." Charles blushed and smiled at the bank manager. The woman snapped to the confused fry cook. "Young man, what did you serve the three girls?"

"Oh, I served them shrimp cocktails."

That lie was partially true as far as the owners were concerned. The booth couple exchanged looks and turned back to their menus. "Well, Charles," Reginald said, looking at the thick bind menu, "you really have a vast variety of food, and shrimp cocktail is among the appetizers section. The shrimp you are serving must be huge."

Charles laughed and hugged the fry cook. "When it comes to food, we have the freshest of the fresh. I ask for nothing else, and Tony knows that!"

When Tony nodded from his boss's words, Megan closed the menu. "Excellent. For my appetizer, I want mushroom puffs and a chef salad. If I'm still hungry, I would like some shrimp and on a side, Julian fried potatoes." Emma took the menu from the smirking woman as she turned to Reginald who just closed his. "My stomach isn't so big with appetizers sadly. I will just have a thick slice of black diamond steak medium well done on the side of okra."

"You heard 'em, Tony, go to Nathan and Gregory and get cracking." Then he slapped on the boy's back hard, and he regretted doing that. Tony lost his balance and miraculously landed right between Mrs. Harper's supple breasts. She sat there with an open mouth and her eyes staring at the boy who tried to pull his head out of them. She let a scream as Tony pulled out his head and dashed into the kitchen with a red face.

Charles made a little giggle and turned back to Reginald. "Please don't be angry with the lad. He's a good kid. He's just...clumsy. I'm very sure this won't be a result of one those going to bed angry nights."

Reginald slanted his head to the male co-owner. "I really haven't a judgement on this. In fact, that's the first time Megan had some something rowdy on her."

"Reginald!" Megan cried quietly, covering her breasts and her young face blushed. Charles and Emma were puzzled, staring at the couple. The owners slowly walked away, trying to figure out their dilemma. "Charles, I don't wanna be a busybody, but I really want to know about their situation."

The hubby laughed. "I know what the problem is, darlin'. Those two are married...and they haven't hit the sack." That gave the wife a double take. Charles shrugged and held his wife's shoulder. "Hey, they're both shy. I can tell. Maybe we could uh...help those two out, eh? I wonder if this wife is a fan of ice cream?"

"Oh, she has a favorite flavor, hon. I asked her while I was in her office. It's Éclair."

"Good girl, Duckie. Go make that as if the French made it themselves. Oh...and dear, this is a special occasion. Better put it in a pint tin." He ended the brief meeting with a huge slap on her bubble butt. She yelped and went into her parlor section and make the pastries as the man walked to the kitchen to check out the orders.

The rest of the time after the incident was awkwardly silent. The food was served, the clients ate and gave the embarrassed owners a decent tip for their troubles. Before they left the diner, Emma gave the couple a pint of their good homemade ice cream as a gesture of good intentions. Megan Harper looked closely at the label of the small pint tin. It was labeled "Éclair."

Later that evening, Megan sat on the table in the hotel room, watching the local news. There, the anchor discussed about their senator was let go from prison that morning. He was charged with sexual assault by a twenty-one-year-old female three years prior. Now, the charges were dropped. The senator looked like he would never harm anyone, not even a fly. To her eyes, that "innocent" man was nothing more than one of satin's perverted minions.

"Damn this pathetic society!" She growled, throwing away her work on the blue carpet floor. She took a peek at her window, watching the city of Orlando grew brighter as night arrived. At this time of night, the beautiful time deeply reminded her of a memory she wanted to erase. A childhood friend, filled with tears, told her what happened to her. She told something fathers should never done their own daughters. That thought made Megan grind her teeth to no end.

"Looking at Orlando, Dear?" Reginald said, taking off his glasses. Megan turned back to her partner who started to undress. "I was looking, Reginald, but I didn't see the lights. I was...distracted by something that reminded me of this."

Reginald blinked his blue eyes and removed his vest. "I see. Well, my lady, today was absolutely interesting. This fry cook defiantly reminds me of my college friend Peter. He was a ladies' man for sure. This Dutch lad...I deem him a lucky pervert."

"Why lucky, Reginald?"

"Well, it seems you were expecting him to land on your cute chi-chis." The statement made his partner blush with shock, covering her breasts. Her reaction made him chuckle as he put his striped blue shirt on the chair. "I'll be going to the shower, Dear. I'll make sure I'll make the water nice and hot for you."

When her partner left to the bathroom, Megan thought about that man. Reginald...why did he marry me? I do love him and I think of him as a friend and a romantic, but...she opened the drawer and found a bronze tin of ice cream Emma gave her. She sat down on the desk and opened the lid. There it was, just as the label said. The cream was yellow and filled with chocolate frosting, pudding custard and a little bit of the pastry itself. She was rather curious what it would taste like.

She went to the kitchen and found the silverware drawer, taking out a tall spoon. She sat on the chair around the island, placing the tin in front of her. Then, she opened her mouth, inhaled and took a bite on the delicious cream. That taste...it tasted like real Parisian éclair pastries she tasted while she was taking a French semester in the grand city herself. The taste brought her back as the she swallowed the cream into her throat.

She sighed after the taste warmed her whole body. It felt good eating that. In fact, it was so good, she thought about Reginald again. He was very kind and he was so charming. He still is to her. But then, she saw him undressing in front of her like an exotic dancer on the stage. The thought made her smile wide...and something else wet.

She stopped fantasizing, her eyes growing wide. She couldn't be thinking such thoughts about Reggie. He is too good for this sort of impurity. She closed her eyes and tries to think of something else, like that senator. That man did something that wasn't his wife. That made her angry. She took another bite of her éclair ice cream and thought about going into his house and give him hell. Yes, she wanted to teach him a lesson. Maybe she could throw him to the floor and kick his gonads hard until he sobs endlessly. Then she would go home, still excited, goes to Reggie and takes him...?

No...I can't think like this! Reggie is...a good guy. He's a nice guy. He even told me that my boobs were cute. But...would he say that after he would put his head between them and shake it to make them jiggle?

She crossed her legs, moaning from the thought of her Reggie becoming a wild beast as he takes her and ravages her wet loins. She blushed as she sat up, feeding herself another bite of éclair before standing up and walking to the bathroom. She slowly opened the white door with a lion's paw handle, seeing a massive bathroom. In the corner of the room was the shower and Reggie was in there...naked.

She was quite curious now, wanting to see her husband's nether area. She knew about the birds and bees when she was in high school, but all birds and bees were different. She wanted to see his pecker and his alone. She wondered what he was thinking while they were in their honeymoon. Was he ever pent up because of he never took advantage of her? Oh, she loved him so much. He was so patient with her. She must make amends to him.

"Reggie?" She said, unbuttoning her jacket. Her husband cried out, "I'll be out in a minute, Darling."

"Oh no, take your time, please..." She looked at her husband behind the glass and the view awed her. The water cascading on his sand flesh glistened through the light above him. His torso and chest made the Georgia born woman mouthed out 'glory' as he bathed it with a drenched wash cloth. For once, she was jealous of the peach cotton square that caressed his body. She wants to clean him now. "Reggie, what do you think about sex?"

"Sex?" He asked without reaction. She took off her white blouse and unhooked her pink laced bra as the calculating man replied, "Well, I view it as a part of life. Someday, when you're ready, we will partake it."

But I want you right now! "How about you, Reggie...how long have you been ready?"

Her question came to a surprise to him. Megan would never talk about things like that. She was a quiet person when he first met her. She was shy and very intelligent...and creative. "Let's not talk about sex for a moment. Do you remember the time you showed me your stone garden collection? It was absolutely unique; the most unique art I have ever seen. Oh Megan, your eye of art is...beautiful and imaginative. Your take on the Rose..." His banter ceased when his wife entered the shower room naked with a grin on her peach face. "Megan!"

"Reggie, my Rose is wilting. Will you tend it tonight?" She took her husband's hand and placed his fingertips right on her pink folds. The man was shocked as his wife brushed his hand with her wet lips forwards. "Megan...what's gotten into you?"

"In a moment, your cock." She whispered to him, as she looked down and finally saw her husband's member. She moaned as she lifted her arm and touched it. Her husband squirmed as she petted it gently. "You know, Reggie, we did travel a lot in Europe. I appreciate that. But you never actually took me at night in the bedroom. I...wonder now why you never took me?"

"You said you weren't ready," Reggie turned his head blushing, his member slowly rising from her groped hands. His wife leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You're such a liar, darling. You were as nervous as me."

She pulled him close to her, feeling his wet back and pressing her small breasts on his chest as the hot water fell on them. She looked at her husband and hugged him. "Two years we've been married, Love, and not once have we actually touched each other. Are we that nervous to try this new venture?"

Reginald held his wife's hips, sighing in defeat. "That is very true, my dear. I heard stories from my co-workers. They say their first times were...awful. I really don't want you to complain about your first time."

"You never make a move because of your own anxiety?" She looked at his saddened eyes and her own began to soften. "Oh honey...you really are patient with me. And I...I too was nervous. I don't know what came over me, but," she felt her husband's tip pressing her pussy folds, making her squeal. "I'm absolutely ready now! Oh Reggie, take me right here!"