Maximilian and the Group Project

The food came quickly, they had decided to arrive early in a week night and the place was nearly empty. The raviolo appeared and soon Max was lost in a forest of flavors. This was a filling of some kind with a wide noodle draped around it almost as if the chef had only got halfway through making ravioli. However this open format of pasta and a cheese filling paired with a sumptuous squash sauce and cherry tomatoes topped with a solitary basil leaf made an excellent explosion of taste in his mouth.

...

It seemed that the dinner ended too quickly. The wine bottle suddenly was empty, and everyone had desert. The restaurant was still mostly empty, except for a couple having a romantic dinner in the corner. Cloe and Elsie were chatting together, sipping the last of their wine, but Max and Marisa has already polished theirs off. Max schooched his chair back to free himself slightly and looked over at the brunette. She returned the look, then leaned over the table.

"You want a tour of the kitchen?" she whispered, out of earshot of the other two.

Max nodded, honoring her stealth. He had always wanted to see the inside of one of these kitchens. Something about the huge stainless steel ovens, the boxes of food, the knives, excited him with the possibility. All the different flavors that could be created here.

Marisa led the way, catching his hand in the process. It was cold and slightly clammy, as if she was nervous. The swinging doors let out a sigh as they passed through. It was like stepping through a portal into another world. A dark calm ambiance became a bright glowing factory. Marisa dropped Max's hand and approached a large bald headed man in an apron. Max could tell from his hat that he must be the suos chef. Marisa and the man whispered for awhile. The man then took off his apron and slipped out the back door. Marisa then turned back to Max.

"He's gone to get some groceries and will be back in an hour, he says its fine if we poke around a little." Max didn't need to hear more.

He flew to the counters, fingers grazing the wooden tops, flicking the copper frying pans, he didn't dare touch the knives lest he get blood on them. Marisa watched as he ran from oven to oven. When he finally looked up at her she had a slightly bemused expression. Max was speechless.

"Want to see the walk in freezer?" She asked, pointing at a huge door at the back. Max nearly swooned. Did he?!

"Definitely!" he exclaimed nearly jumping over to the door. He greedily pulled at the handle, figuring out how to unlatch it as he did. The door was impossibly heavy and Marisa helped pry it open. He could feel the cold blow over him. As he stepped inside Marisa pulled a crate down and put it between the door jam and the door.

"The latch on the inside is broken so we have to make sure the door doesn't shut, or else we'll be stuck in here for awhile!" Max nodded his understanding and gulped a little. While they wouldn't starve to death, they would probably freeze before too long. Marisa had shed her sweater and he didn't have his coat with him.

The inside of the fridge was a wonder. With the little light bulb hanging from the ceiling he could make out tons of cabbages, squash, boxes of tomatoes, frozen meat, and cheeses. Giving a naughty look to Max, Marisa broke off a chunk of a crumbly feta and slipped into her mouth. She licked her lips. Max could barely help himself. Joining her he broke off his own part. He let it sit on his tongue for a second, it was strong and fresh tasting, despite the freezing. It tasted like it had just been made in Italy, and Max had done the traveling to know what that tasted like.

Enjoying the flavor he looked down at Marisa who was standing close to him. She smiled, fingers still floating near her glistening lips. The moment was broken with a sliding sound. Both jumped and ran to the door as if, and it did, their lives depended on it. CLICK! Max banged his fist hard on the door. It sounded like a drum stuffed with pillows, solid and all too quiet. Marisa struggled with the latch, but no matter how much she pulled the door wouldn't open. Defeated she slid to the floor.

Max sunk to the ground beside her, and poked her foot with his. "Guess it can't get any worse can it? Someone will find us soon." As if on queue the small light bulb flickered and with a POP went out plunging them into freezing darkness.

"You just had to say it didn't you!" Marisa didn't sound angry, but she was clearly cold. Max could feel her shoulders shivering against him.

"Here, let me warm you up a little" he put his arm around her shoulders, letting her head rest on his. Max felt very chivalrous. Her hair tickled his chin in the dark. She moved in his arms and he felt cold fingers touch his face. The fingers explored his cheek, finding his mouth and stopping before withdrawing. Her head left his chest. Blinking quickly trying to see into the dark Max didn't know if he should be excited or terrified. Then he felt a hot breath against his face. Moist lips found his and he could feel her tongue push into his mouth. I guess this will keep us warm, he thought, letting his own tongue explore. He could almost still taste the feta in her mouth, a sharp clean taste, mixed with her wet sweetness.

He felt her move away, still kissing him and he felt her settle on top of him, pushing her self desperately into him. Her thin dancing body was strong, her breasts, tiny pressed into his chest, he could feel her hard abdomen meet his. A hot center seemed to unite them on his lap. His hands, with minds of their own, found her bent legs and followed their taught curves until he felt her buttocks in his hands. He squeezed, her tongue flicking the top of his mouth as he did. He began tickling up her back, her shirt was thin and he pulled it up as he went.

Her hands pushed between them and began pulling at his buttons, dragging it apart as they went. As the last one went, Marisa finally broke their kiss and Max breathed with a gasp. She withdrew quickly and listening intently he thought she stood up. He heard her breathing in the dark and it sounded like something soft dropped to the ground.

"Stand up" he heard her voice issue from the dark in front of him. "I'm standing in front of you, put your hands out." Max complied, using the door behind him to stabilize him as he stood up. He carefully reached out to the side and found one of the shelves. The other hand he lifted into it was stretched out before him. "Walk forwards until you touch me." He obeyed.

Slowly he advanced, keeping the shelf so he didn't lose his sense of direction. His other hand groped the air. Painstakingly he took step after step without touching anything. Slowly he swept the hand back and forth, wondering if Marisa was all the way at the back of the freezer. He shivered slightly at the cold air running over his bare chest.

Reaching out again he felt something under his fingertips, something soft and warm. It moved up and down. Carefully he let his fingertips slide down, the smooth feeling dropped away in a soft curve, under it was a hard surface, still soft to the touch, but taught. He heard the breathing in the freezer catch its breath. He carefully slipped his finger tips further down and felt soft fabric. Letting go of the shelf with his guide hand Max reached out around head level and felt Marisa's soft hair under his touch. He smoothly followed it down until he touched a round plateau. His left hand explored around the hard and flat surface in front of him until he found her soft belly button. Her breath caught a little again, and she giggled slightly. His right hand, somewhere on her shoulder, he began moving across until he felt the protrusion of her collarbone. He moved it back up, feeling her neck, and chin, and finally found her face. As his fingertips trailed over her chin and near her lips she suddenly moved and he found his fingers somewhere warm and wet, her tongue licking his fingers.

His other hand had moved back up and cupped her soft and tiny breasts. It fit soundly in his palm. She sensuously sucked on his fingers and hands clasped around the back. He put his right hand behind her back and pulled her to him. Freeing his fingers she kissed him again deeply. He could feel one of her hands exploring his buttocks, the other began pulling at his belt. She pulled clumsily and he threw out his freed hand to catch himself from falling. With a squish they slammed into something wet and sticky. A rich nutty aroma filled the air. Max stared into the darkness with horror, drawing his face from Marisa's warm lips. He had just squished a fine brie!

Marisa murmured something indistinct, but he felt her hand grab his arm, follow it to the shelf and grab his wrist. Gently she tugged and he let her lead her fingers towards her. Max let her guide him in a spell. He felt his fingers touch her in the face, with a couple of tries she guided his fingers, still covered in goopy cheese into her mouth. She hummed contently at the flavor. Sensing his chance, Max used the location of his hand as a clue and drew his face close. He carefully quested with his tongue, finding the creamy brie covering her cheek. She giggled quietly as he licked the nutty cream from her face.

However, as Max felt her hand once again returning to his belt there was a massive CRACK. For a second Max thought there had been an explosion, the room was thrown into bright light. He could see Marisa in front of him naked except for her panties. With a look of panic in her face she kneeled down and began scooping up her shirt and skirt that lay near her.

Turning Max saw Cloe and Elsie standing silhouetted in the light.

"Well, well, well" laughed Cloe, her face split with a leer. "Keeping warm huh?"

"How did you know we were trapped?" Sputtered Max as he quickly began buttoning his shirt.

"You guys were gone for a long time, it wasn't that hard to figure out you'd either ditch us or were locked in here!" Max couldn't help but think she looked a little suspicious. "Better get out of there quick or the chef will be back and find you have his cheeses smeared all over his face."

Marisa squealed with embarrassment and wiped the brie from her face. Max could still taste it in his mouth.

...

Back at the table it was an awkward wait for their bill. Marisa was dressed and sat decidedly not looking at anyone, especially not Max. Max frowned at Cloe, who happily smiled at him.

"Say, why don't we come back to my place?" Elsie finally broke the silence, "I have a nice bottle of cognac, and we could write down our thoughts about the dinner before we forget about it." No one was in the talking mood, so Elsie took it as approval and before anyone knew it everyone was standing in her living room.

"I'll go get the drinks!" Elsie called out disappearing into the kitchen. Cloe sat right on the floor, kicking off her high heels. Her tube dress rode up and she had to sit with her legs off to the side. Marisa still embarrassed sat cross legged up against the sofa, smoothing her skirt out in her lap. Looking around and unsure what to do Max finally dragged a beam bag from behind a lamp and sat in it, the world seeming to sink pleasantly into a low angle.

"So I guess we should write stuff down" he said unsure.

"I'm going to the bathroom" interrupted Cloe, jumping to her feet. She padded out a random door.

"Marisa, about earlier..." started Max. But before he could finish she had crawled over quickly and kneeled over him.

"It was lovely! After we get some of that cognac maybe we could sneak into one of Elsie's bed rooms and try again?" She smiled down at him, blinking alluringly.

Before Max could reply they heard Elsie's voice from the kitchen. "Can I get some help here!"

"You should get that," whispered Marisa winking at him. She stood up and offered her hands. Max gratefully reached up and grabbed them, letting her pull him up. Dancing sure had made her strong.

With some caution Max peeked into the hall trying to guess which was the kitchen. Elsie seemed to be living in a mansion, it as tastefully decorated with retro looking furniture, bright with colors but not too kitschy. He spotted a light in the hall and approached hoping it was the kitchen. He was wrong.

Instead there was the bathroom, the door wide open, the entire room was white, glowing brightly, and on the toilet at the back was Cloe, her legs apart and her tube dressed pulled past her hips. She wasn't peeing, she was feeling her self. Max couldn't help but gasp and she looked up. There wasn't a hint of shame in her expression, just hunger. She withdrew her dripping hand and beckoned Maximilian.

Max walked forwards, but he had other plans. He shut the door behind him and pointed at her accusingly. "You were the one who locked us in the freezer, weren't you!"

"Oh, you smart, smart boy! I thought you'd figure it out!" She put her hand back and was touching herself again. "That's hot" she made the word sound breathy and short.

"And you told Elsie to do all that in the study room!" He took a step forward.

"Yes, that was me too. Aren't you glad I kept Marisa away for awhile?" She rubbed her clit as she stared up at him. Max took another step.

"What do you want?" Max was breathing hard, how could he punish her.

"Just to please you, give you what you deserve. Plus I like watching."

"Watching huh?" Max spat. "Well how about this." He kneeled in between her spread legs, grabbing her hips as tightly as he could. With a viscous motion he licked he dripping lips. She was soaked and shook as his tongue found her vagina.

"Oh, don't... you can't..." Was that a note of sarcasm in her voice. He licked harder, no longer caring. He could taste her strongly. A taste like tangy lemons, her hips swayed against his face. She gyrated harder and harder. Still keen on his revenge he licked up at her clitoris, flicking it as hard as he could. He squeezed her legs with his hands, hoping for hand prints. By now she had given up crying out and was just moaning. Finally she panted, "that's so good, everyone was right..." He could feel her building up. But damn, that was just what she wanted wasn't it! He pulled away suddenly. Her hips still swayed, but her face looked panicked!

"I have to go get the cognac" said Max with a sneer. He quickly grabbed a towel and wiped her juices off her face. She shot a look that was pure murder.

...

It took Max only a little longer to find the kitchen and Elsie with the cognac. She had four glasses and a bottle and looked impatient.

"Where were you? We need some drink."

With that Max helped bring the drinks back to the living room. There was Cloe sitting next to Marisa whispering into her ear. Max frowned, what was she telling her? Was it about what just happened? But Marisa looked happy, not annoyed. In fact she looked like the cat who had won the cream. As Max followed Elsie into the room she looked up with an expression of pure hunger.

Sitting facing the girls Max put down the glasses and Elsie filled them up. They all downed the hard alcohol quickly. It was stiff, but good as it warmed its way down. Between this and a number of wine glasses at dinner Max was beginning to feel a little happier.

"Hey Elsie," began Marisa, "do you have any chocolate syrup?"

...

Finally, thought Maximilian as he heard the girls cry out from the bedroom. They had been preparing something for nearly half an hour. He had another shot and put down his thoughts on the dinner, he hoped his drunken scrawl would be readable tomorrow.

Stepping into the room, Max stopped suddenly. In the center of the room was a bed, Elsie and Cloe were sitting up on either side, only in their underwear, but between them, wearing nothing was Marisa. Only she wasn't completely naked. From a bottle held by Cloe was a thick black liquid that had covered her from legs to face. Her concave stomach and hips had created pools of the chocolate, while her face and breasts had smaller rivers pouring down onto the linen. Max tried not to think about the clean up.

"Oh dear, she's all dirty!" Exlaimed Elsie, holding her hand up to her lips in mock shock.

"Someone will have to clean her up!" Chimed in Cloe. So this was her revenge. Max climbed up on the bed, putting his legs on either side of Marisa's right calf. He could see that her chest rose and fell a little faster as he leaned down. He carefully licked the chocolate from her knee. It was high quality, dark and smooth, probably from South America, her sweat added a nice salt to the syrup. He moved higher, happily cleaning the chocolate as best as he could. Her thigh clenched with rock hard dancing strength. He practically dipped his whole mouth and nose into the pool that was over her belly button. His face was completely covered.

"He looks just like a vampire, face covered in blood!" joked Cloe. From either side Cloe and Elsie began pulling at Max's clothes and he stopped his feast for a moment to let them pull off his shirt. They undid his belt and he let his jeans be left behind as he crawled further up Marisa, tongue ringing her erect nipples, sucking the chocolate from the hollow of her neck, licking her chin and all around but never her lips. Cloe and Elsie's hands began exploring his back, rubbing him. Elsie reached under him and cupped his balls, his shaft jerking at the warm touch. Leaning over him the girls kissed each other, Cloe reaching around and popping Elsie's strained bra off.

Max finally kissed the girl underneath him. He lowered his body, not minding the chocolaty pollutant soaking into his underwear. Her hands flew to embrace him, one hand finding his hair and keeping his face locked to hers. He could taste the chocolate in her mouth along with the stronger taste of the cognac. He probed and played with his tongue. Then he felt hands pushing at his head, Cloe's and Marisa's both. He let them push him downwards, stopping to quickly lick a missed spot as he went.

Marisa's legs were open and Max crouched on all fours, hands resting on her thighs. He could see a stream of chocolate had found her lips and he licked carefully and slowly, drawing it out as long as possible. Her legs shook under his hands. Peering up along her body he could see Cloe and Elsie were applying the chocolate to each other. Cloe poured some of the dark syrup into her mouth and kissed Marisa deeply, passing it into her mouth. Max licked quicker and quicker, a finger finding her hard clip. He pushed his tongue as far as it could go, she tasted of oranges and chocolate and sweat. He rolled the flavor around his mouth savoring it. He felt her shake more and more violently as he licked until finally she tensed, her legs dragging her bottom off the bed. Her hands found his head and pulled violently at his hair and he could feel her muscles tighten around his tongue. He withdrew as she gasped. She had been almost completely silent the entire time.

Cloe and Elsie reached down and grabbed Max's arms, pulling him further onto the bed and pushing him down on his back. As they held him, Marisa, still recovering rolled over and helped pull off his underwear. His cock, hard and thick sprung up pointing towards his head. Marisa touched it gingerly.

"Ooh, that looks good." cooed Cloe. She climbed on him, legs on either side. Her face looked down into his, her blue eyes staring into his, her mouth wide and grinning in absolute joy. She had chocolate smeared on her face, just like that picture. On her nose, on her cheeks, on her forehead. It dripped towards Max and he stuck out his tongue to catch a glob. She reached down and with practiced ease, rubbed his penis against her opening. He could feel it wet, with juices and syrup. She descended with a sudden thrust, catching him by surprise. "Wow, that hits the spot" she moaned. Leaning back over him she lifted herself up with her arms and with a speed approaching violence began bouncing her bottom up and down. Max had never done it so fast. He couldn't help but try to rise to meet her, just to neutralize some of her speed.