Cooies & Cream

"Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough"

Emma couldn't believe her ears when Megan took off her thin shades off her face. "What...was that?"

"Your loan, darling. I checked your credentials and I felt a spark from that report. So, we approved your loan of three hundred and fifty thousand dollars."

"No!" Emma dropped the menus on the counter as the bank manager jumped so giddily. Sumie and Eleanor made some shrills from their mouths, hugging their shocked friend. Even some of the customers even clapped for the owner which made the curious Charles rush out of the kitchen. "Oi! What's this? What's going on here?"

"Charles, they approved the loan! We're gonna have another shop!" Emma bounced over like a hippity-hoppity bunny on Easter. She went over and jumped on her surprised hubby. He looked at the bank woman with a huge smile and he instantly knew what happened. He smiled softly and held his excited wife close. He figured the couple consumed their little gift and gotten brave in the little jungle called the bed. "Oh, you are actually making us really elated, Mrs. Harper. Me wife and I appreciate this. Tell me, where is Reginald?"

"He's in the Pontiac. He's dropping me off at work just to do my paperwork for an hour. Tomorrow, I'll give you a deed to the property over a nice spot in Orlando. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Mersfield." The woman clicked her cute blue heels and turned to go back outside to the silver Pontiac where the smiling husband waited for her. Emma then thought of something. "Baby, the banks are closed. It's Memorial Day."

Her husband chuckled. "If I can have a guess, baby, they will be...together in the office...for more than an hour." Emma looked up at her toothy grinned husband and a moment later, she let out a laugh.

Tony entered the diner with a wooden crate of shrimp. "Here we are! One basket of shrimp." He then looked at the car in the parking lot. It swayed up and down roughly on the gravel. "Uh...Mr. Mersfield, I think we need to call an auto mechanic. That Pontiac that parked in front of your diner is rocking. I think it might fall into pieces!"

Charles chuckled over the car and took the crate from the fry cook. "You're a good man, SpongeBob. Okay, looks like you got some mighty fine shrimp, Tony. Excellent! All right, everybody, when the clock hits ten, this diner will close. So if you all have some orders to fill, Emma will be more than happy to take them.

Blimey!"

The customers ran to the Mersfields and ordered up to a gallon of ice cream of their choice. Damn! Looks like there is a good reason to open another diner. I most certainly can't blame them. I had to haul my own ass to take my ice cream. The two girls in front of me were the same two girls I greeted yesterday, Amanda and her bestie Melissa.

Amanda Whiters was a blossoming tomboy with...well, a bust and a growing ass. Last time I checked, this white girl had the flattest cheeks I've ever seen. She had a childlike round face, a button nose, short light brown hair in a pixie cut and had round meadow green eyes. She was a sporty gal with some muscles and a height of almost five and eleven inch tall. Oh yeah, if it wasn't for a slight waistline and her almost forty inch bust, you would assume she was a boy.

Her friend Melissa Mumford was a classy gal, always wearing some clean khakis and a floral short sleeved blouse. She had sea green hair flowing like she was underwater, and her eyes looked like the bright Caribbean Sea. She was petite and cream skin, not a blemish in sight. She was a skinny gal with a cherry chest and a slim waistline like Amanda. Unlike Amanda, she loved all things artistic like the orchestra and the art gallery.

When they left the diner, the girls ran a quarter mile to their rented cabin and took out their cups of their favorite flavor. They both sniffed the aroma of the chocolate chips in the dough like ice cream swirly scoops. Amanda couldn't wait and wanted a bite, but her roomie slapped her hand. "Amanda, what did I tell you about eating sweets so early?"

"Can't I just have a taste?"

"We just ate breakfast. We need to go to hiking and work off our food."

Amanda scoffed at the idea about going out and walk without a delicious morsel of a chocolate chip. As the two women exited their cabin to exercise, Sumie and Eleanor dropped up their pints in the former's mini freezer in the storehouse. Eleanor stretched her back as she watched the people playing sports and enjoying themselves in the sun. Yep, summer is officially here.

"Oh Sumie, isn't Memorial Day wonderful?" Eleanor sniffed the new summer air. Sumie giggled she watched her distracted friend looking at the campground. At the edge of the view was lake Hattawata. Its sparkling blue water glimmered in front of the woman's brown eyes. "Girl, we got suits underneath. Let's soak in the sun and then swim for a couple of hours...and maybe some hunk watching while we do the latter."

"Eleanor!" Sumie blushed her cheeks as her friend ran to the dock, giggling like a teenager. I was playing soccer with John and his friends when I saw Elle dashing to the lake. When she set her ebony foot on the first painted wood plank, a white car caught her eye. It was slowly coming to the camp and parked right in front of Cookies & Cream. Out of the car rose a tall man with broad shoulders and copper hair cut as a square.

"Damn, he's new!" Eleanor hooted as Sumie joined her. "This is the first time I ever seen such a man. He's white, though. However, I shouldn't judge his skin... just as long as he can dance."

"I'm sure he knows how to dance, Elle." Sumie giggled.

"Yeah, but can he dance horizontally?" She giggled back and then gasped. She folded her hands and whispered, "O Father, let me apologize for saying such a thing about a new man. Make me be a stronger person as I will one day meet him. Thank you for listening to me, in Jesus name. Amen!"

Sumie rolled her eyes as she turned her oval head and noticed Theresa walking in her bikini, keeping her eye on the lifeguard. "Uh-oh, looks like our divorcee gal is gonna flirt with the camp lifeguard."

"Oooh, Theresa! Betcha she'll chicken out at the last second. I hope she doesn't, though, I really hope she doesn't."

Theresa swayed her hips with her brown beaded bikini and her light blue cameo as she walked to the lifeguard post. Dustin sat on the chair with his thin framed sunglasses. The woman leaned on the arm rest and smiled at Dustin.

"Lovely day, isn't it?" Theresa said innocently. Dustin noticed the woman with her pillows resting on his arm stand. He grinned when he looked to see a beautiful face to go with the pillows. "It's more than nice, young lady."

"Young lady? Oh, your flatterer! I'm only thirty-five."

"Seriously?" Dustin asked her, wanting to have a feel on her tanned skin. "You look so...youthful. You look like you're fresh out of college. You just have that look."

Theresa blushed and smiled even more, staring at the lifeguard's physique, particularly the part between his thighs. She looked back up to him and asked him with an infectious smile, "Do you like...camping?"

The lifeguard's face brightened as the sun hit him. "Oh my God! Yes, I love camping!"

Theresa grinned wider, but soon became disappointed when he added, "I really haven't camped for a long time! Oh, it's been about four years since I last had a camp out! Why don't we have it this weekend? I'll pitch up the tent!"

Theresa's green hair fell on her face. Overall, she thought she'd be the one pitching his tent. There were a few hollers from the girls his age, waving at the stunning lifeguard. He grinned and waved back as the fallen woman dragged herself away from the post and slowly joined Sumie and Elle. The woman patted her sore back when she sat down. At the same time, Elle had her eye on the parlor, waiting for that new man to re-emerge.

"Thank you very kindly for your services, Mr. O'Sheehan," Charles said, giving the stranger his pint tin. "I take it moving from Dublin to Florida is going to be difficult."

"Not exactly, Sir." The stranger said with a humble grin. "I'm working as a gardener in one of the community neighborhoods. Of course, that is my part time job. My full-time job would take place every Sunday in the Good Shepherd Church."

"Oh?" Charles asked as Emma cleaned and polished her machine. "Pastor?"

"Priest. I am their new priest over there. In all honesty, I'm really looking forward to it."

"Well, I'm absolutely happy for you...Father..." Charles made an embarrassed face as the man took the tin. He quickly added, "May I offer you some advice, from one man to another?"

"Of course," the young man looked at the older strangely. Charles sighed and just said, "When you eat this ice cream, only take a spoonful. It will satisfy your stomach for about a week. Another advice is don't consume it to the opposite sex...or any sex."

The new priest slowly turned around and nodded. When he stepped out of the parlor, Emma ran to the front door and locked it. "This store is officially closed for Memorial Day!"

"Yes, Love. And we have something to celebrate." Charles grinned at his youthful-like wife, opening his arms for her. "Why don't we celebrate with a bottle of champagne?"

"Oh, but Honey, all the stores are closed. I don't think we can go out and buy even some Chardonnay."

The hubby smiled wider. "Who said anything about a bottle?" The man took his wife's thick wrist and made her touch his crotch. The wife's eyes gazed at her man's, sparkling at the idea. "Babe, in spite your age, you still are a pervert."

"And you're not?" Charles patted her round behind. The woman wiggled her hips to tease her now aroused husband. "Maybe I am...that all depends on how thirsty you are."

The man cocked his eyebrows at his handy wife now freely rubbing his firming heating rod, piercing her shorts. "Dammit, woman! We're going to the kitchen and make a quick toast before we drink!"

The couple dashed to the kitchen and the couple embraced by the hips, kissing passionately before they relieved themselves, pulling off each other's clothes and threw them over the counter. When they lied opposite of each other, held their "glasses" and toasted to their future. Then after a moment of silence, they began to drink each other. The Missus really enjoyed the taste of her light husband's thick meaty boner while the Master was in sheer ecstasy with his wife's soft candy lips.

Their moaning from their celebration drinking drove each other wild, their tongues flickering and their mouths drooling over their hot glasses. The wife smelted with ecstasy when her horny hubby darted his tongue right into her cotton candy walls and the man kept groaning from the woman's heavy appetite of his thick banana cocktail. When she licked away on his flaring urethra, Charles cursed under his misty breath, his hot balls rushing the seed straight out of his pulsing shaft and right into his wife's throat. Young-at-heart Emma arched tightened her walls, swallowing her hubby's serving of his best champagne.

"Baby, that was the most delicious glass I've ever tasted." Emma moaned, her mahogany fingers stroking on her man's glistening glass stem. She started to move, but her greedy husband pressed on her squishy back, spreading her wet lips to lick more on her. "Nah-uh, precious jewel. I want some of your honey champagne. I don't care if it takes all day, I...want it!"

Before Emma knew it, she was sitting back on his face and his mouth slobbered all over her slippery, sensitive pussy, making her shiver from his slurping tongue. Emma protested about his advances, saying she has already climaxed, but when he groped his wife's watermelons and squeezed them, her creamy body just melted, exploding her glass of champagne all over him. And dear Charles was more than happy to swallow every drop.

"Dammit, Charles, you know how sensitive I am with my tits!"

Charles let Emma sit beside him as he raised his lean back to meet his flustered wife. "Come now, Love, you know it's essential for a woman to be satisfied with her man's performance in bed. I really want you to be happy with at least that."

Emma looked at her panting husband and sighed at him joyfully with her flushed red cheeks. "Baby, you always make me happy. I know sometimes you say things that are vulgar...in public...but whenever you look at me, I feel warm and beautiful."

"Even when you're angry with me?"

"With that schoolboy face, how can anybody stay mad at you?" She leaned over to him and pressed her juicy lips on his, their bodies rubbing each other. Charles made his famous growling laugh as they kissed. "You know, darling, my bottle isn't quite empty yet."

"Oh? Really? Well, I'm still thirsty. Maybe you should...tend to my thirst."

Charles grinned at her and turned his wife down on her back, saluting to her before he took her legs around him. "What my queen wants, I shall grant it." He snickered before he pushed his half empty bottle inside her smooth champagne glass, making her moan and quiver. "Oh, that's so thick!"

"What is thick, Love?" Charles asked as he gave her a hard pounding. He pressed on her sensitive breasts as he plowed her harder, making her moan loudly. "Your dick...your dick is thick, Baby! Oh, I'm gettin' dizzy!"

"Such a weakness you have with my champagne, precious!" Charles lifted one of his wife's legs and turned her to her side, giving her pleasure deeply. "Are you about to burst yet?"

"About to burst? Baby, I'm bursting! I'm bursting!" Emma becomes red and pulled her hair, wailing for her husband's thick, penetrating bottle. "You have such a naughty bottle! Fill me with your champagne!"

"Oh my, you're eager for me, aren't you?" He chuckled naughtily, lifting her hips and slapped her bouncy ass, making her quiver and hold on to her hubby's waist. "Oh, you do have a naughty pussy, Emma."

His line made her smile and giggle with him, whispering to him in his ear, "Say it again."

"You have a naughty pussy, Baby." He whispered back, slowly moving his hips, making her feel him inside her tight walls. "Yes, your pussy is so naughty, it needs a ruler to slap it!"

"Oh!" She gasped and laughed as she started to rock with him, swaying back and forth as started to thrust her loving husband. "I love it when you go disciplinarian on me! Give me a spankin'! This pussy is bad! Very, very bad!"

Then at the peak of climax, there was a knock at the door. The man cursed as he came inside his wife, panting. "Oi," he yelled with a struggle in his voice, "We are closed!"

"It's me, Eleanor." Emma clapped her mouth shut as Charles took his clothes and rashly put them before he ran to the front, seeing Eleanor at the door in her swimming suit. He opened it. "What's up, Elle?"

"I want to know something. Who was that man that came out of this diner?"

"Oh..." His mouth curved into a smile. "You minx! You have a thing for new men. Oh, don't deny it, Elle! I know you! All right, look, he's new and he's from Ireland. He's a bit timid at the moment, so if he shows up again, be nice to him." He didn't mention he was a Catholic. He didn't know how she would react to that. "So, Elle, do you have anything else before I send you on your way?"

Eleanor gaped her mouth and looked directly at his eyes. "Yes! Your fly is open...and you got women's drawers on you!" She turned around and ran back to the lake as Charles made a starling yell. "

Emma! Why didn't you tell me I was wearing your pink shorts

?!"

Outside the diner, Amanda walked behind her best friend when she heard a couple of guys talking along the field. Now at that time, I helped John and his buddies practice soccer when this happened, so I had the chance to see the two men. Their names were Peter and Miguel. The former was an excellent player, but he was more of an artist and poet. While the boys practiced, the tall Russian-born player recited a sonnet from seventeenth century Russia. He claimed it was from one of the lovers of Empress Catherine.

"So now," the poet said, showing off his balancing trick with a red soccer ball on his bony knee, "Allow me to make a sonnet about this ball."

"Do that, Peter, and we'll kick yours!" One of the players cried. Amanda heard the cry and took the glance at the field. It was nothing special at first, just a bunch of players with a ball to kick. Then she looked at glistening, sweat dripping off the chest Peter...then she grinned. She thought of the words, "Sweaty boy" in her mind. Then, she remembered hearing on the car radio on the way to camp last Saturday it would rain the next day. Would the man be playing then? And would there be mud involved? "Dirty boy."

"What?" Melissa said to her best friend, looking sternly at Amanda. The woman shook her head and tossed her short hair. "Sorry, I thought I was thinking to myself."

Melissa followed her friend's eyes right to the male soccer player, shirtless and sweaty. She felt her own blood rushing everywhere. She was even tempted to bite her lip until it bled. When the timer went off, someone called out lunch. The guys chuckled as they patted each other's backs and high-fived all around. John got first dibs for lunch. He was aching for some baby back ribs, and I wanted his.

"Peter, did you bring anything for lunch?" I asked the tall man with the long salmon hair in a ponytail. He gave me a thumb up. "Yes, I did. I had the Dutch fry cook me a pastrami on rye with green peppers and provolone. I think I will enjoy the dish. Said it was his first time making it. Looked really wonderful when I picked it up."

"That's great, Peter! We don't want you to wait for that great sandwich! Best you go on back to your cabin and chow down!"

The man waved and started to run east to the scattered trees where the two friends stood. They waved to Peter with smug on their beaming faces. Amanda then told something she wouldn't regret later. "Hey, my friend and I are going back to our cabin! Would you like to join us for lunch?"

The tall, physical man stopped and turned to the pair of female strangers. His golden eyes blinked. "Join you?" He made an awkward smile at them. "I...well, we are strangers."

"Well, Stranger," Melissa wrapped her soft arm around Amanda and winked at the man, "maybe it's a lovely time to know us. I'm Melissa, and this is Amanda."

"Hey," Amanda said shortly. Peter walked to them and made an innocent grin. "Nice to meet you both. I'm Peter. So...your cabin...it is not too far you said?"

"It's right next to the grove where the trees are scarce. It's so peaceful. I just love the color of the cabin...it reminds me of a beach house my parents own."

Peter just happened to take a glance at the other teammates. The guys gave him toothy grins and a thumb up, Miguel giggling like a naughty school boy. It was as if he was saying "Let the girls know you better! We will know when you do so or not." The soccer dude decided to take the offer.

A few moments later, Peter among the company with two incredible women. When they had their lunch, they chatted about their favorite majors. Amanda stated briefly she had a love for Languages and lately picked up a hobby of European Literature. Melissa, across her friend, found that statement quite skeptical. She knew her friend as athletic. She gave herself a reason to stomp Amanda's foot underneath the table.

"Oof!" Amanda squealed then clamped her mouth with her hand, her face Crimson with pain. Peter gazed at the lady. "Anything the matter, Miss Amanda?"

"Oh...I just bit my tongue!"

"A fact most appropriate." Melissa pulled out from her chair and walked to the cooler. "How about dessert?"

"Oh! Me! ME!!" Amanda cried. Her enthusiasm amused Peter. "Dessert sounds really terrific. I feel that my stomach has room for whatever you have for us."

Melissa made a tiny chuckle before putting the bronze tin on the table. "It's only ice cream, dear. Nothing special."