
Let The Joyous News Be Spread
The Wicked Old Witch At Last Is Dead!!!!

(With apologies to Frank L! lol)

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Glasage et Noir


As I downed my before work shake I could not stop thinking about how Carrie had managed to move in and Chris never said a word. I guess I wasn't so much troubled as I was mystified: Chris and I really did go for three and four days at a time without seeing each other even in passing. Our schedules and living arrangements made this very easy. Chris worked the day shift occasionally, and this made it even more certain that we missed each other at home.

I stepped into the shower and started lathering up with the shampoo. Being a swimmer has its upside in the personal hygiene department: it is extremely easy to stay clean with a minimum of soap because skin oils just don't get much of a chance to build up.

As I soaped my Speedo and removed it, I could not help noticing a raging hard on. Carrie was front and center in my mind's eye and I was almost blissed out imagining her without her suit. 

And totally wet!

Good thing I keep lots of shampoo on hand: I grasped my prong and jerked myself off with less than twenty strokes, each one more intense than the last as I pictured myself on my back with Aphrodite riding my pole like it was a piston and she was the cylinder. 

Yikes.

Imagery like that could keep a fella from work.

I came like a herd of buffalo.

It took a minute to calm down.

I washed my crotch and rinsed off. 

As I stepped out of the shower, I thought forward to what I would do later after work: I hated the idea of not showing up with a House Warming Present; as casual as Carrie had been with her invitation, I did not want to miss a chance at showing her my considerate side.

After all, us New Age fella's has got to keep up appearances!

Lucky for me, I had an hour to go before I really needed to show my face in the kitchen. We ran a tight crew, all of who were professional and extremely talented.

 I always enjoyed going to those Pier Stores, and there was one on my way to work. As I pulled in, I could see that the store was not busy [yes!]. I wandered for a few minutes looking at mostly kitchen stuff (big surprise there!! not!) when I noticed a marvelously intricate looking Rattan stool among some furniture in the next aisle. It had to be one of the most intriguing pieces of furniture I had seen at the Pier: it was oblong, with very short legs spaced at approximately six inch intervals.

In a way, it looked something like one of the pool chaises. I sat on it, testing it for my weight. It took me without even creaking, and the cushion that was attached to its top made it very comfortable.

And it was relatively cheap.

Love them Pier Stores!

This is what Carrie - correction - "Aphrodite" - was going to get!

I purchased it, threw it in the back of my half ton, and drove to work.

The moment I hit the kitchen door, I was almost on automatic: after a few years of professional cooking, the majority of the work is just near mindless. As long as you learn it right, the steps to making truly fine food are easy to do. Chris and I had become fast friends after we realized that each of us had a commitment to quality and to furthering our personal education in cuisine.

Where I was decidedly bent toward traditional French cuisine, Chris was much more interested in American and Continental styles. 

And Italian.

Chris was nuts for Italian. I often wondered aloud to him why he was gigging at Chez when any Italian joint would probably drop their knickers to add him to their staff. On more than one occasion, he told me he didn't want to cook it; he enjoyed eating it too much!

Did I mention that Chris is just a little bit goofy?

Not that it matters: who isn't goofy according to someone else?

As we finished off that night's shift, all of us on duty were thankful for another easy night with a fast clean up.

It was ten minutes after ten when I stepped out the kitchen door. I got in the truck, headed it west, and stopped at the Publix a mile before home. Carrie had said she would have something to offer, but it is simply not done that a young chef should show up empty handed where food is concerned when he has been invited to a young ladies apartment late at night.

Know whatta mean?

What I did was grab a quart of Strawberry Kefir and some grapes.

Why be normal? 

I got to my apartment and almost ran through the shower to get the kitchen stench (mostly) off me. I threw on an oversized T and some nice shorts. Adidas's and crew socks completed the sartorial splendor that I would wow Aphrodite with this night!

As I opened the fridge door to grab the Kefir and grapes, Chris came out of his room.

"YO! Roomie! What it is!?" he bellowed.

"It is a good, good feeling, Bro!" I laughingly replied. "I'm ready to take a ride! How's about you?"

Chris looked at me and just smiled. I didn't notice at first, as I was busy getting my stuff. When I realized that he was just standing there, I stopped what I was doing and asked him, "Que Paso?"

He smiled. "My Cuz seemed to be very much taken with you. It ain't like her."

He stopped smiling after he said that; Chris has a serious side, he just doesn't show it very much. He prefers not to get too heavy into anything with most people because it makes him very uncomfortable when he sees things others may not wish to be seen. He has the gift of discernment, and it works most of the time.

"Are you worried about her, Bro?" I asked. "I guess you know what I was thinking today at the pool. Your Cuz is seriously fine!"

He laughed. "Roomie, she is super fine! I don't recall having any bad lookin' cousins, but she is on top."

It seemed wise to me to get some important things out of the way, and soon; stepping on Chris's toes would be a very stupid thing to do where Carrie was concerned. If he was going to be protective of her, I wanted to do the same.

"Cool. Shall we get on over there?" I asked.

"Yeah, man, let's go" he said.

Carrie's apartment would be a two-minute walk. I asked Chris to wait a second while I retrieved the stool from the back of my pickup.

This gave me the time I needed to broach the subject that was at the top of my mental list.

We started walking.

"Chris, do you mind telling me why you never mentioned Carrie?" I asked.

We were just rounding the corner of our building at that moment. Chris stopped, turning to face me and said, "Roomie, I don't know really. I meant to mention it last year, shortly after she called to tell me about comin' down. She had just broken up with her long-time boyfriend, and she was kinda gloomy about her future. We've usually been open with each other since we were kids, and the way she talked, I thought she would change her mind and stay in Jersey 'cause we grew up about twenty miles from the art school. When she called back to get the number of the business office here, I had already put it out of my mind."

We started walking again.

"I guess it just stayed out of my mind, Roomie. By the time all her plans were set, it was Christmas time and I never gave it another thought." Chris looked at me. "I love her, but it just didn't occur to me to mention it."

"Besides," he said, "you were really busy at the time."

I chuckled. Chris was talking in a roundabout way about my last "love interest". Her name was Jana, pronounced "Yahna", and she had been very blonde, very beautiful, and very flighty. Jana was very sweet, but she was also very independent. 

She was so independent that she never felt the need to tell me she was sleeping with another man.

And woman.

I guess I just don't take well to people assuming I am as carefree with my sex life as they are with theirs.

Aids is no joke; South Florida was rampant with the stuff, and I took great offence at Jana that she would be so cavalier with my health.

And my affection.

Carrie's building was now before us. I put these thoughts out of mind, but said to Chris, "I know, Bro. I was busy, but the rush is over!"

We both laughed at that, and Chris knocked on Carries door.

The door opened to reveal Carrie with a beer in hand. She was wearing a light cotton blouse pull over and some Bermuda shorts. Her feet were bare and her hair was tied back with some kind of leather thing.

She looked stunning.

"Hi! Welcome to my humble abode!" she said.

Chris grabbed her and hugged her, whilst kissing her on top of her head. "Hey, Cuz, good to see you" he said. "We aren't too late, are we?"

She laughed. "Not possible, babe, you are right on time. I knew you guys would not be here before ten thirty, so come on in and relax."

She stepped back, holding the door for us. As I entered, I said, "Hi! We come bearing gifts!" handing her the sack with the cold stuff and holding up the stool for her to see. "I was taught as a boy that you always come prepared to a house warming."

Carrie took the offered sack, looking inside while I set the stool off to the side of the doorway.

"Oh, Arthur!" she said. "I don't have a clue what "Kefir" is. What do you do with it?"

"You drink it. Slowly. Like fine wine" I said. "It is a very old kind of dairy food, with a Middle East North Africa type heritage. The stuff that makes it "Kefir" is wonderful for the digestion, so enjoy!"

She put the sack in the fridge and turned back to me. She looked past me at the stool, and went over to it and sat on it. She bounced up and down on it a couple of times, looking it over to see how well it handled her weight.

"Arthur, it's lovely! Thank you!" She looked down at the stool, then back to me. "You didn't have to bring me anything. I didn't really mean this to be a traditional house warming" she said. "Besides, my Cuz didn't bring anything at all!" she chided him, looking at him crosswise.

Chris laughed hard. "Cuz, I got you in the place! What happens from here on in is up to you!"

Carrie laughed with him, and turned back to me.

"Arthur, you are very sweet to be so thoughtful. Thank you!" she said.

For answer, I held out my hand to her. She took it and I held it, raising it to my lips. I kissed it very carefully noting how soft and smooth was the skin. Her aroma was very nice and her hand seemed to tremble.

"Arthur, if you keep doing that I am going to think you like me!" she said, chuckling softly.

I knew my color must be rising, but I answered, "Is it okay if I like you?"

Carrie seemed taken aback for a moment, and then she smiled very sweetly. "You are the first person to ever ask permission, Arthur. Yes. I think it would be very much okay for you to like me."

Chris said, "Excuse me, Cuz, if you can let me get a word in edgewise, I would love a beer!" 

Carrie blushed (it was marvelous to see) and said, "I'm sorry, Chris. I have Bud and Coors. Which is yours?"

He laughed and said, "Mountain brew for me, Cuz! Should I just get it myself?"

"No way, babe, not tonight. After tonight, I expect you to behave as though this were home, just as I will at your place. Tonight, I will get it for you as my honored guest!" Her laughter was aural delight! "Arthur, would you care for a beer?"

"No thank you" I said. "A glass of cold water is fine with me."

"Arthur is a tee totaller, Cuz. He ain't touched a drop as long as I've known him" said Chris.

She smiled at me and asked, "Would you care for some juice instead, Arthur?" She opened the fridge, putting the Kefir away and grabbing Chris a Coors.

"Water is best for me, Carrie. Swimming six days out of seven keeps my H2o balance in jeopardy, and only constant intake of fluid counteracts it." I realized what I was saying. "You must remember how dry you get in the water from swimming at school."

She handed Chris the beer and me my water.

She smiled. "Yes, I do. I can remember drinking quarts of water after a meet. So many people think that you can't get thirsty with all that water around you. I remember the day I learned that it is always the larger body of water that attracts water from smaller bodies."

"Are you guys talking some foreign language or something?" asked Chris. "I thought we was here to warm up the house!" he said with a grin.

Carrie gave him a swat on his shoulder, which Chris reacted to as though a tree limb had fallen on him, making mock oohs and ouches. She said "Don't worry, Cuz, the place is plenty warm."

She smiled at me, and said to Chris, "It could get much warmer before the night is through."

I think even my knees turned red!

Chris roared with laughter. He looked at me with undisguised mirth and said, "You better watch out, Roomie. I think there may be some land sharks 'round here!" And then he laughed some more. "Whatcha got to eat, Cuz?" he asked through his laughter.

"Look in the living room, I put some stuff out just a few minutes before you arrived," said Carrie. "Eat it all, I will make more!"

Carrie took my hand, and gently tugged me toward the living room.

"Come into my den, said the spider to the fly," she said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

I just smiled and went with her.

Crimson all the way....




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