Cookies & Cream Ch. 21

"Home Baked"

Do I have fun retelling the stories I give to you? Yes, I do. When I look at my notes even now, nostalgia comes in like a sweet aroma. In this regard, it would smell like Grandma's homemade goodies. These...and a little extra. I'll discuss about it later. Right now, I want to introduce you to one of the nurses up at Camp Hattawata Clinic. I'll explain why after this.

I know you met a couple of them, one of whom was the chief nurse of the whole shebang. Big Bertha supervised the empty clinic that night, updating some of the files. She scratched her head as she looked through the prescriptions. As she drank her water from her tumbler, she heard a knock. She saw Doc Daisuke leaning over the door, watching the chubby beautiful black woman.

"Bertha, it's been a long day today, hasn't it?"

"You don't have to tell me, Doc." Bertha counted the last of the tablets on the counter before putting them in the jar. "Two heat strokes and a check-up from one of them college girls. Would you believe she came here to see if she was still a virgin?"

Daisuke blinked a few times, absorbing the unexpected fact. "Well, it has been an odd day. I took care of one of the heat stroke patients, a Mr. Petters. What a coot! He claimed he wanted to run the track until he weighs 169 again."

"Mr. Petters? From downtown?"

"The same."

"He doesn't need to lose weight! That man is still in his prime!" Bertha stretched her arms and yawned. "Damn, if a diet consists drinking him twice a day, sign me up!"

The doctor made a tiny smirk with her remark. "Bertha, would you like to date Mr. Petters?"

"He's my type, baby. He's so tall, so well-built, so...endowed!"

"Keep that last detail to yourself." Daisuke shook his head with a chuckle as a nurse with pig tails popped her head at Bertha's window. "Ding dong, it's eight o'clock! Time to go home!"

Bertha got up and stretched her spine. "Oh yeah, time to get my groove on! Kat, are you sure you want to close the clinic tonight?"

"I know the usual routine, Bertha. Julie gave me the list and I'm half done already."

"Atta girl." Bertha took off her nurse jacket and grabbed her purse. "Well, Kat, tonight there is nothing much I can tell you. If you can sweep the floor and take out the garbage, you're all set."

"I can handle that!" Kat stood back and skipped as Bertha walked out of the pharmacy office. Daisuke helped her take a step from there, though she didn't need it. Daisuke put his thumb over her soft knuckles until she made a coo. "Do you think she'll do it again?"

Now it was Bertha's turn to make a smirk. "I know she's aching. Why do you think she volunteered to clean?"

"Well if she does (as you know she will), I may have to reprimand her."

"Don't get too harsh with her, Dai-chan." Bertha made deep purr before kissing her doctor on the cheek. "Maybe the old 'hottie totty' trick would suffice."

"So, you think that would help?"

"It helped me, baby." Bertha gave the doctor a sensual wink before heading out the clinic. "Night, Dai-chan! Let me know how it works out!"

The man folded his arms as he started to walk his rounds. He checked his station and it was clean. It was too clean to his taste, but Kat was into cleanliness. He looked at the small x-ray room. Clean again. This girl is something else! He checked the patients' quarters and A-HA! There he found something dirty!

Kat Gers was a keen 23-yr-old nurse. She was a built woman with little curves. She had teal hair in pig tails and eyes of aquamarine. She had creamy skin and wants to show it very much! And that, my friends, is her weakness! When she thought no one was there, she took off her nurse jammy top and pop went her big boobs! Double-Ds if you want specifics.

"Much better!" She proclaimed, tossing the top on the bed. She finished sweeping the floor and searched for the dust pan. When she found it, she returned to the broom. Only to see Doc Daisuke grabbing the handle and placed the tip on her right nipple! "Hello...naughty Kat!"

"Oh no!" She said. It's not the catching her topless that made her scared. It's what he was holding that caused her eyes wavered. On his left hand was her top. "Don't! Please don't make me wear that!"

"You know it's necessary to wear the whole uniform, Kat, even when we clean up."

"But's it's so stuffy in there!" Kat pouted. Daisuke growled and pushed the broom tip to her nipple, making her moan. "Wear the top!"

"No!" Cried the topless nurse and ran. The doctor swore and dropped the broom to chase her. If you could hear the clinic that night, it would be squeaks of sneakers and a childish argument. A lot of 'no's' too. Daisuke was in good shape, so he caught up with her and tackled her on a patients bed. Kat cried as the doctor restrained her waist with his knees.

"No! I don't want to put my top back on!" She sobbed as Daisuke drooped the lavender top her boobs. The cotton made her nipples hard. The doctor saw her nipples and placed her hands over the head stand. "You don't have to tonight."

"Really?" Kat said, her tears drying. "I can stay topless?"

"Of course." He grinned as he unzipped his brown pants. "Regarding you give me something in return." His boner popped out of his pants, the tip touching the soft bottom of her boobs. "And your boobs will do."

"You want to fuck my boobs??" Kat covered her breasts and the doc batted them away. "You weren't so shy before, so don't get shy now!"

"But-"

"Na!" He put his hands over her wrists as he started to thrust his smooth cock in her boobs. "You want to be topless, you must service me."

The doctor pivoted his hips, the boobs feeling so hot for him. Kat shook all over as he thrusted between her breasts. He let go of her wrists and stopped. "Tighten your tits, young lady. The tighter the better."

"I don't wanna!" Kat started to cry again. Doc shushed her. "Don't give me that! Do you really want to stay topless?"

Kat's mind was in balance at this point, carrying out the pros and cons. There was this hot sticky cock between her boobs and a top over next to her head. She wanted to be free from the top yet her boobs would be the penis's prisoners. What would she choose? Freedom or stuffy top? The doctor didn't help since his heat made her panties wet.

"Continue." Kat said in defeat. "Please thrust your big cock between my boobs until...you know!"

The doctor sighed and pulled out his cock. "I can't." He said, looking so glum. "Not with a face so sad like that."

Kat looked over as he moved over to her bedside. Instead he placed his hands on her boobs, making her moan in delight. His touch gave her comfort and pleasure. He moved forward and licked her hard nipple. That made her panties drenched.

"Doc!" Kat put her arms around his head and pulled him on the bed. Yes, she was five feet and small built, but she was strong. She wrapped her legs around him and started kissing his lips, moaning his name over. The doctor fondled her breasts harder, squeezing them as they kissed. They both stopped and panted. Kat blushed and leaned over his ear. "Do you want to finish?"

"You sure?"

"Yeah." Kat placed her boobs together. "At first, you surprised me, Daisuke. But...feeling the hot organ rubbing me..."

The doctor obliged. He returned to the position, stuffing his cock between her breasts. The thrusts became intense as they go. Kat felt herself more aroused and started to rub herself as he plowed her breasts. Everything was going perfect as they would both be on edge. When Daisuke made his last thrust and released his rope, there was a shout.

"Oi!" Charles yelled out at the clinic, his hot wife rubbing his groin. "Doc! A little help!"

Daisuke ran to the couple, his eyes darted over to Emma's hands. "Wow, Charles, I don't think you need my help. She wants you bad!"

"I can handle her, Daisuke!" He pointed to the other three women who are in the same condition as his wife! "You remember Eleanor, Sumie and Theresa, don't you?"

Kat peeked at the corner, her face still dripping from his juices. "Is it okay if I start treating the girls?"

"Yeah, Kat. You can treat Theresa."

"I'll put on my top."

That was the night before Rose Stein's funeral. What happened earlier that day still stunned me. Allow me to go back in time and start at the morning. This was where Brie worked as a waitress still exhausted from her night. And her hoo-ha was...red and swollen! Her words, my fellow colleagues, not mine! This was when Rosa, Yuki and I were her customers. We chuckled every time she cringed with discomfort.

"I will have the breakfast burrito." Rosa said with her teeth grinning when Brie shook. "And on the side...I'll have yogurt and granola."

Brie wrote the order down as best she could. "Ow!" She cried when she moved. Yuki made a grimace when she began to order. "I'll have the fruit platter with raspberry fluff and crackers. Brie, it looks like you're in pain!"

"No kidding." I said. Yuki was in on the discussion that morning, but she was the only one that was sorry for Brie. She laughed at the girl, but she was sorry for her. Meanwhile, Katie volunteered to prep the food. She had a four-hour shift, so she would be out by nine. Brie, on the other hand, had a six-hour shift. "It will be so wonderful if that clock moves faster."

"Well you should have thought of that when you decided to give yourself to the boys." I made that remark without a shred of mercy. In my eyes, she deserved what she got. Of course, she will get back at me when I had my own experience, but that's a separate story. "I'll have an onion bagel with extra cream cheese. By the way, how is Katie?"

Brie saw my toothy grinned and sighed. "She's sorer than me. Her butt's still red from that guy's hand prints!"

I could hear Katie's shouts from the kitchen. "Ow! Stop testing my butt's soreness, Nikki!"

Rosa spat her drink and laughed. After her little ongoing looks from all directions, Rosa calmed down enough. Of course, she was still amused about Katie's unexpected sexual splurge. "Katie is still as sore as you?"

Brie knew the answer, as did I. So, I told Rosa all about Katie's position. "Double penetration for more than three hours is enough. So much for your wager."

"Wager?" Brie asked with a questioning expression. Rosa grumbled after I blurted that fact. Brie scratched her head when she stared at me. "Kendra, what wager is that?"

"My birthday's coming up and Rosa wants to do something special for me."

"Kendra?" Yuki blinked her eyes. She had no idea about the wager either. She grew stern when she turned her head to Rosa. "Out with it, yujou."

"Okay, okay!" Rosa folded her arms. "Thanks to Miss Big Mouth, I guess our bet is bound to come out some time. I made a bet with Katie. If she loses her virginity before Kendra's birthday, she will give Kendra victory twerks...a naked victory twerk."

"You said it was a dance of Virtue." I reminded her. Rosa flipped the bird at me. "Whatever! If she doesn't, then Big Mouth's boyfriend will take her virginity that night."

"What?" Brie put her tray over her nose. "So that's why Katie wants to lose her virginity so badly! You're forcing her to do it! Rosa, have you no shame?"

SLAP!

"OW!"

"Dammit, Pam, don't slap your co-worker like that!" We heard Charles in the kitchen. "She had enough pain from a man's hand! And his bleedin' cock!"

"Charles!" Emma yelled behind the counter. She beat her hubby's hat with her dust cloth. We heard her say "customers" when she whacked her husband. After that, we smelled something wonderful. A hint of nostalgia filled the air. It gave me grandma's house at the holidays. My eyes watered when I sniffed chocolate. I smiled from the memories of chocolate chip cookies and homemade brownies. Brie knew me about my weakness of sweets. So, she nodded.

"Emma's baking cookies and brownies for the Stein family." Brie told us. "She said that Rose Stein was a huge influence in her life. You might want to ask her why. I'll take care of your orders."

When Brie left, I looked at Emma as she placed the rag on the counter. She wasn't her usual self. I could see it from the start. Ever since Mrs. Stein's passing, she hasn't had a genuine smile. I knew she was trying to be strong. I walked up to her as she wiped her counter. I could see her eyes were cloudy as fog. I was about to put down another word, but that's beneath me.

"Hello, Emma." I said in a meek voice. Emma looked at me and made a small smile. "Why Kendra! It's good to see you."

I nodded. I knew she wasn't herself. So, I stayed with her for another minute of silence. I asked her. "Would it be okay if I pray for you?"

"A prayer would be nice today, Kendra." She turned to a picture on the wall beside the kitchen window. There was a colored picture of a woman at a ripe age of 90! "That's our Rosie celebrating her 90^th birthday. She would be turning 95 this coming October. Bless her soul. She had to leave so soon. She had about another twenty years left!"

I knew she was about to cry. I couldn't bare anyone crying. As someone once said, misery loves company, and I'm true to my word when it came to crying! My throat swelled and I tried to think of something to get off the miserable subject. Then I smelled the baked goods again and Nikki popped her head out of the kitchen window. "Emma, your cookies are done!"

"Yes!" Emma turned her ebony face, her tears wiped away from her hands. "I'll come over, Sug!" She then turned to me. "You must excuse me, Kendra. I've baked some goodies for the Stein family. My gal pals and I are going to visit the Stein cabin to look over Rose's belongings. Claudine talked to me over the phone."

"Claudine?"

"Rose's youngest daughter. She's looking over her mama's will and she said she has something to give us. Rose still surprises me even when she's gone." She was on the verge of crying when Charles came out of the doors. "Oi, oi. Ems."

The hubby held his wife close. "Emmy, she's okay now. I know how you feel, but she's not in pain. Her funeral is tomorrow, and I want you to be strong for her. She knows you're strong, girl. Keep your chin up, dear. Okay?"

She sniffed and her eyes popped. "Oh no! The cookies! Charles, lend me your gloves!"

"If you want something, love, you only need to ask for one."

"Not that kind of glove, you goof perv!" She sure rushed to grab her tray of cookies. Charles chuckled as I leaned over to me. "You know, I mean the gloves to fit in the hands. She's a bigger goof perv than me."

"Is that why you married her?"

"Nah, not the first reason at least." For the first time since my friends and I got here, I saw his offended face. "I love her to death, Kens. You'll know about that when you see your love."

Yeah, my love! That was when my head went bright with alarm. John was coming home that day. I grabbed my phone from my purse and texted him. After our usual discussion, I went a little forward and texted something sexy. I won't say what we exchanged; it might take too long. What I will say about that is it was something special. :D

But let's go back to the plot, shall we? Later that morning, Sumie picked up Emma from her workplace. Theresa and Eleanor greeted the woman when she sat at the front seat. The four gal-pals drove to an upscale cabin. It was Rose Stein's former residence, number 400. It was the only cabin at the end of Cherry Lane.

When the gal-pals stepped out of their silver ride, a tall yet voluptuous woman greeted them. She was the youngest daughter of Rose, Claudine Donor. She was a fifty-year-old divorcee with a medium sized, square shaped body. She had burgundy hair, cerise eyes and soft, olive skin. Her striped tee shirt barely covered her cleavage when she folded her skinny arms. She waved to the girls when Sumie beeped her horn.

"Hey girls!" Claudine ran off the rustic porch as the gal pals got out of the car. She greeted them with a big hug. It was a long time before they let go. Emma and the others knew Claudine was having a hard time packing some of her mother's belongings. There were boxes beside the front door with labels at the sides. And Claudine had tears that mixed up with her sweat. Claudine tried to hide her tears, but her mom's friends knew better.

"Come on, girl." Emma patted the daughter's shoulder. "We were all hit pretty hard from your mom's passing. You don't have to hide your emotions."

"Yeah." Sumie opened her trunk and got a cooler. "We got comfort food. Alice gave us some of her cherry pie. Eleanor got coco cookies."

"Coco cookies!" Claudine made a whelping gulp before she lost her composure. Emma nodded. "Yep, that did it. Her mom loved your cookies."

Eleanor sighed. "She always placed them on our table whenever we had game night."

"Come on, guys." Theresa took Claudine's hand. "Let's go in the cabin before we hit Memory Lane and Blues Drive."

A moment later, the four guests were on the game table where they used to play their cards. From what Emma told me, their last game was on the day before Rose went to the hospital. They played Flip-Bo all night and they were in stitches by the time the game ended. Now, they were looking over Rose's belongings and talked about them. Claudine went over the boxes as they chatted.

"I remember this!" Eleanor picked up a red hanbok. She ate her first brownie and chuckled. "Rose always loved to wear this since she came back from Korea. I think she had a fling there."

Claudine eyed her guest as Emma smacked her. "Eleanor! Don't say that!"

"Relax, Emma. Girl...I remember it was...two years after her hubby passed. Still mourned that man, that Rose. Now, what did she say to me?" She took another bite of the brownie and chewed on it for a bit. She kept quiet as the others began to chat. Sumie took another piece of brownie and put it on her plate.

"You know, Claudine, your mom was an inspiration to me." Sumie took a bite on her brownie and chewed it. "Yes, she was the one who said I should run a costume business. And..." She blinked her brown eyes and made a surprised face. "Emma, this has a strong taste."

Emma took a fresh piece from the pan and tasted it. Her eyes squinted scrunched her nose before swallowing her piece. "Whoa! This chocolate has some intense taste! Eleanor, how do you stomach it?"

"What?" (Eleanor was in a daze at this point.)

Now it was Theresa's turn to try it. She gagged a bit waved her clothed napkin. "Emma! Your brownies taste like it's been baked in the lawn!"

"Good grief!" Emma squeezed her eyes, her face going hot. "May I confess?" She choked. "I didn't make the batter."

The girls stared at the diner co-owner. Eleanor chewed on her brownie slowly. "Okay...then who made it?"

"Abby?" Charles looked at an unlabeled bag with green flakes. The brunette with a messy apron came over with dish washing gloves. "You bellowed, Mr. Mersfield?"

"Don't get formal with me, Abby. It feels appropriate, but not my style. Now, Abby, I want you to be honest with me, okay?"

"Yes Sir." Abby put her legs together with her hands behind her back. She wasn't sure if she would be worried or something else from Mr. Mersfield's stance. He was the type that was laid back. But there were times when he goes Mr. Serious. Additional substance mixed with his food was one of them. He put the bag of green flakes in front of her.

"Are you familiar with this bag, Abby?"

Abby's eyes brightened. "Yes, Sir! I got that bag from the cupboard!"

"The cupboard??" Charles walked over to the spice cupboard above the stove. He opened it and turned back to his new employee. "Okay, now point to the place where you found it."

"Well, Sir, when I looked for something then, I used a stepstool. You see, when I saw your wife got emotional my last shift, I thought I would make something special. So, I looked for a spice to give my gooey chewy brownies a kick. At first, I wanted to use cinnamon to add to my batter. But then-"