"Apple Cobbler"
It was six in the morning when Ingrid's Chicken Little alarm clock went off. She opened her light green eye, groaning at the sound on the tiny bells ring on top of the chicken clock. When she sat up to turn off the chicken clock, she listened to any sounds in the cabin. Other than the quiet fan she had on during the night, there was no other noises. That could only mean one thing. Her sister and her boyfriend-in-law stopped having a sex feast.
Thinking about a feast made her stomach growl. She forgot all about making dinner the earlier evening. She figured the sight of her older sister and her lover doing in the ocean themed spare room lost her appetite. As she crawled out of her pink teddy bear bed with her blue pajamas, she thought of her other appetite. It was something she kept secret even from her older sister. As she entered the kitchen to fix breakfast, a thought reached her mind. She thought about her longtime friend...Raymond Layette.
She cracked the brown eggs into her mixing bowl to whip the eggs with her rainbow whisk.
Doing so, she couldn't help but think of him. He was tall, mysterious, and sexy...too sexy for her standard. His hairstyle varied from crazily shaven short to long toward the ass. He had henna eyes (reddish brown, but looked red at a distance). His face looked like Michelangelo chiseled it. Yes, he might have a sculpted body like David, but when it came to sex, his life is that to Raphael's.
No, I wouldn't say he was a sex maniac. He wasn't that depraved or perverted. According to Ingrid, people, man or woman, come to him. It was because he was good at sex, no question. I would take her word. If I wasn't attached to John, I would at the very least watch the man to take notes. I wouldn't take part per say, but wanted to see a more glorious act itself.
The bacon sizzled on the frying pan as Ingrid turned on the coffee pot to wake herself more. Her weary eyes drifted then and again, thinking about that act she saw last night. She wondered if Ray's was like Mark's. As she flipped her eggs, she decided Ray's was bigger. The way his roommate commented, it compared to a toy submarine. She bit her lower lip at the thought. A submarine equipped with torpedoes entered her underwater gutter.
She heard a knock on the door and Heather came back from her imagination land. She turned down all the pans on the range and rushed to the front door. She went abashed when she saw who was at the other side.
Ray
?! She thought, turning the door knob.
What in the world is he doing here
?
"Hi, Ray!" The short, blonde girl greeted her friend, welcoming him to her place. "Come on in! Make yourself at home!"
"Thanks, Ingrid." The unkempt man grumbled, scratching his stumble chin, and brushed his long raven bangs from his henna eyes. He stared at her light brown couch before Ingrid closed the door. "Ingrid," he said in a frog voice, looking at some neon colored object on the couch. "Did you have any visitors last night?"
"Still here." Ingrid replied, walking to the couch. "My sister and her boyfriend have come back from Massachusetts and are settling in a home. I invited them here to catch up on recent events."
"I see." He bent down and picked up a pair of damp panties that stuck between his long fingers, "Then I guess these belong to either your sister or her boyfriend. Which one I could care less."
His face expressed indifference to the physical world. All he yearned now was a peaceful slumber all day. He gave the panties to Ingrid before flopping face first to the couch. "I'm so lucky I have a day off today. Mind if I crash here?"
"Sure, pal." Ingrid replied, going back to the kitchen to finish her breakfast. She slid her eggs and bacon on her green plate, followed by her red mug full of cream coffee. She settled on her booth table and ate some of her scrambled eggs as her exhausted man began to stir a little. "Ingrid...may I stay with you for the next few days? Until the chocolate ice cream bin is gone?"
The blonde friend sighed, looking at the groggy man. "Rudy kicked you out?" She asked, sipping her coffee. "That's a first. He loves you way too much to do that."
"I know...I kicked myself out until the ice cream is out of his system. The man is a horny little cat man that teases me."
"Oh...yeah..." Ingrid sighed as she poured herself another cup. She knew all too well of Rudy's teasing. It wasn't much of a tease to her. It was more like a come-on. Rudy is like Ray only shorter and thinner and more feminine...well, as far as a tall man went. His little act to arouse Ray never got old. He would go to him, all smiling and blushing. Then he would do a little dance in his see-through scarlet genie pants.
Yeah, the genie pants...always,
always
took Ray! Then again, Rudy would take it even further. He would then, sit on his lap, wiggling on his crotch. To make his crotch grow, he would rub his ass back and forth on him. The final blow would be the horny man, mooning at his roommate, showing off his gaping rose bud. Ingrid knew all this. She
seen
the whole thing!
"All right, Ray, my curiosity is getting to me." She put her cup down and picked up her plate and settled on the chair next to the couch. "How long did it take you to please him this time?"
"Would you believe eight-and-a-half hours?" The tired man replied, opening his eye to her. Ingrid went flabbergasted and almost threw her breakfast away. "No way! That long?? I wouldn't even last for an hour." She blushed and clapped her mouth. Soon, though, she saw her guest fast asleep. She smiled and got off her velvet chair to clean her plate and put the pan in the sink. She returned to the living room, opened her hope chest for a fluffy blanket and covered him with it.
When she brushed his dark locks from his eyes to kiss his forehead, she heard some footsteps. Heather and Mark dragged their feet to the booth table, feeling dazed. They were both wide-eyed and grinning from last night. Lucky for Ingrid they both managed to find a couple of robes. (I asked her where she got them, and her response was it belonged to her parents since they visited her.) Mark scratched his hand and chuckled.
"Morning, Ingrid," Mark said waving the woman. "I see you made coffee."
"Yeah," Ingrid said, walking to the cupboard to take out a couple of mugs. "I know you love your coffee with some sugar, and I have vanilla and cinnamon for Sis. So..." She wanted to make a small conversation with her boyfriend-in-law. But the sight of him and her sister doing a sixty-nine made her blush. She mixed her coffees and put them on the booth for the couple. "Yeah, anything you want to ask me?"
"I do!" Heather said, now waking up and looked at the man. "Who is that guy?"
Ingrid groaned and rubbed her cherub cheek. "That's Raymond. He is my friend and co-worker for 'Cookies & Cream' diner and parlor. He had a rough night at his place so he needed a place to sleep."
"Poor man," Heather said, her heart beating for her sister's kindness. Mark nodded at the deed. "Ingrid, you welcomed your friend with open arms. That's what a devoted friend is about."
Friend