Cookies And Cream Ch 26

"Brownie Batter"

My mind is still bewildered all this happened in one day! I remember this day so well too; June 4

th

. Two weeks before my twenty-first birthday. When I looked at this, I thought to myself, "Odd. My birthday is a hump day!" And that itself ended up in an orgy too! Hoo boy, I'm getting way ahead of myself! I want to go back to the fourth. But I have a present story.

Ever since Yuki found my secret, I took my writing to Cookies & Cream diner. I did this every evening after dinner rush hour. It wasn't too crowded and only music was the noise. So here I was with my pen scribbling out notes for my...I'm thinking fourth chapter at the time. (Of course, this was before Meghan talked to me!) I was writing about something juicy (Yuki giving Chris a blow job) when a man came up to me.

This man was athletic and taller than me. His hair was sleek and short electric violet. His eyes were blue as ice. He had a certain charm about him. I bet ladies would swarm around him. Well, at the time, my girls oogled at him. I crushed their fantasies once I found out about the man named Mario.

Mario Alverez was the son of a judge, a Cuban immigrant. A few years ago, he entered University of South Florida to become a Computer Engineer. There, had a few encounters. Some of which had to do with questioning his sexuality. It was a recent encounter, however, that brought him over to me.

"Kendra, can we talk?" He asked me. I looked up at him with my eyes alone, sipping my orange juice. I nodded to him and offered him a seat. Yes, I know him through soccer camp. Oh, what? You think the camp has nothing else but sex? Hentai! Anyway, he and I gave a few exchanges, but nothing so personal. That is until that very night. That was how we became personal friends.

"Well, Mario, what do you want to talk about?" I asked him. He looked through my papers for a moment. Then, with his focus, looked at one page. That page was about Karl and his make-out session with someone else. It was the day John and I had our first sexual encounter with Cookies & Cream. He gave me that page as he shivered. "What's wrong, Mario?"

"When did you see Karl kissing someone?"

"This was the day after I arrived." I answered with some curiosity. "I know it was a guy that was kissing Karl. And, he kind of..." And that's when I hard that flashback!

It was a moment where I could see the featured Karl's boyfriend. He had remarkable pecks, a ridged stomach and his shorts were about to be pulled. Yes, Karl was horny, and he wanted what was in those shorts! Of course, John had to pull me from that scene to walk over to our cabin. He might have been traumatized with that, but I want to digress.

A few days later, while I had my water break, Karl came out to me. Apparently, people find me approachable. We introduced one another and say how we are. Small talk became friendly when he discussed about ice cream flavors. "What's your favorite flavor?" He asked me. I chuckled and answered honestly. "My favorite flavor is Cookies & Cream."

"Nice. Mine is Lime Sorbet. You know, that parlor made mine out of fresh limes. The sorbet had a balance of sweet and sour."

Now that wouldn't mind trying. So, Karl, what do you think about this place so far?"

"I am enjoying myself! I never thought I can make friends so easily, but your friends are cool to hang out with."

With by 'friends' he meant Amanda and Melisa. When they're not with Peter, they would hang out with Karl and talked about their childhoods. Yeah, you probably wanted to know why. It's only about sleepovers. Sleepovers are lovely in childhood. It might be different if it took place here and there are adults only. That's another story, folks!

"Oh yeah, Amanda and Melisa are a fun duo." I looked over at those girls when they talked to Peter. Okay, they were groping him, but this was rare. I went back to Karl and smiled. "They are a fine pair."

"Yes, but let's not talk about that, Kendra. I want to tell you something." He pulled me over to the end of the bleachers and sat me down next to him. He wiped his pale green hair off his eyes and sighed. "Well, Kendra, how do you feel about...men?"

I wasn't sure if this was a general question or not. I shrugged and said, "Depends on the man. Some are good; some not so much. Some are firm, others soft. Some serious, others sensitive. There are rare men that are Renaissance men. Again, it depends on the single man."

"Okay, that sounds fair. How do you feel about a guy in the soccer field?"

My first man that popped into my mind was John. "He's quite a gentleman. He is a living oxymoron since he's both cool and hot." I made a goofy laugh, cute and loveable squeaks. When I turned to Karl's face, I straightened myself. "Anyway, John is an awesome guy to me."

"Oh, yes, John, my best friend, is awesome. Okay...what do you think about me?"

I went baffled. "Um...I'm sorry, I barely know you. But you seem like a sweet guy. I'm sure...people will flock over you if you let them."

Karl smiled at me, kissing my hand. "You're a kind girl, Kendra. I want to tell you something. I'm...well..."

"I know." I said, holding his hand. "You don't have to tell me."

"I want to tell you, though." He insisted. He put his hand on my cheek. "I fell in love a few days ago." I grinned as I let him talk. "He and I clicked in an instant! I feel that I known him for years! We have so much in common!"

"Like?"

"We are both Scorpios. We both love spicy foods. We love Ariana Grande."

"Who doesn't love Ariana Grande?"

"I know right? And we both have a thing for Harry Kingston." (Okay, none of you heard of that name before. That's because you don't live in the same world as we do.)

"Harry Kingston! Damn, he fine! I mean, you know, for a dude with muscles." (Yeah, Kendra, nice save! Smooth!)

"Kendoll, he is delicious."

"Oh yeah, Harry is quite the treat."

"No, I mean the guy I fell in love with! It's Kismet! I want to ask him out on a date!"

I was over the moon! True love so exists in the world! Am I a hopeless romantic? I like to think so! Of course, when I saw Karl with that other guy, sexual attraction is key. "Good for you! I'm sure he will say yes to you, Karl!" (Smooth!)

"You think so?"

"I know so! You're Prince Charming who rescues knaves in distress!" (Really, Kendra? You have to say that?)

It was Karl's turn to go over the moon. He hugged me big time and kissed my forehead. "You're so open-minded, Kendoll. I'm so glad we are good friends now!"

He stood up and walked from me. "See you, Kendoll! I'll let you know how things turn out!"

Well, peeps, the day came and went. And every day after soccer practice, I expected an update from him. Every time I see him, however, his face cried out "frustration". It was either he didn't ask him out or...rejection was afoot. With all the stuff I've been doing, I didn't have the time to talk. In my spare time, I helped my girls fixing out cabin #13. In fact, I was sanding the floor when Karl came over.

"Kendra? Are you in here?" I heard him ask. I was on my knees, my boobs barely exposed from my tank top. "Yes, I'm here. Just using some sandpaper on the boards."

"So that's what you've been doing when you're not practicing soccer." Karl walked closer to me as I stood. I wiped the dust off my knees as he came over to me. "Girl, you're every man's dream."

"Come on!" I pushed him chuckling. Karl laughed with me before letting out a frown. "Okay, Kendoll, I know you've been dying to know what's going on."

"It did cross my mind from time to time."

"Okay, here's the thing. The man I talked to you about earlier? Well, I did talk to him again."

"Yes? And did you ask him out on a date?"

"I tried, but he...he stopped me by making out with me."

I gasped. "Oh, yes! He's into you that much?" I grinned, blushing for him. He groaned when I gave him a squeal of enjoyment. "What's up?"

"Kendoll, I feel he's avoiding the dating question! I so want to go out on a date with him at least once!"

"I know, Karl. I feel you."

"No, you don't. You're not a gay man."

"No, but I am African descent dating a white man."

Karl grimaced and whistled. "Wow. Why can't just give me a foot to swallow?" Now that would be a perfect time to make an innuendo comment, but that's beneath me. Instead I kept my cool and waited for him to speak again. When he didn't, I started to give him some advice.

"Karl, I know I'm not some wise crone, but I want to give you something in kind. If you really want to date him, go him and ask him straight out first thing. If he tries to kiss you, resist him. Dodge his lips if you must. You need to speak up, Honey, and he needs to hear you. I hope you can do this."

Karl held my hands and squeezed them. "You know what, you're right. I do need to do this. I must ask him right here and now! I mean, wherever he is and when I see him of course."

"Then go to him!" I pushed him to the porch gently and let embrace his courage. He huffed his chest and moved over to find his man. The hike took him to the edge of the lake. There, he saw him alone on the beach. Karl breathed deep and marched right over to the man of his dreams. He walked on the stairs and moved onward. He called him and that man turned around to see him.

"Karl!" The man jumped up and ran over to him. He moved his head close to kiss him, but Karl stopped him. "Wait, wait...please, let me say something first." He put his hands on top of his. "Mario, you know we have something. I want you to know we can be good together. So, Mario, will you go on a date with me?"

There was silence on Mario's part. He blinked at him and went stupid. "Isn't that what we're doing? Aren't we dating?"

Karl's eyes boggled. "Oh my! Well, um, that's awkward. Okay, well, a date I'm thinking of is a dinner and...doing something entertaining."

Mario smirked and pulled his shorts forward. "Is this not dinner?" Karl chuckled and blushed. "Okay, that's really not fair!"

Then the man pulled Karl closer and put his hands on his buns. "Are you not entertained with my moves?"

Karl groped him back. "Well, in all fairness, I'm extremely entertained." He chuckled with his new beau before kissing him. Karl heard some girls within the background playing volleyball. He stopped kissing when he knew he wasn't alone. He found naked girls from the Rho sorority playing volleyball. Their soft bodies started to give Karl a desperate move. So, he kissed Mario.

The kiss was intense. So much so, their swimming trunks were down from their own hands. The next thing he knew, he was on the sand, his ass in the air. Mario, in turn, took him from behind. Karl looked around the place and he saw a domino effect on what is infamously called 'The Beach Orgy'.

I was dumbfounded when Mario told me his version of the story. He was precise and articulate despite his Cuban dialect. I understood him with crystal tact. "So, you're the famous eye candy Karl talked about."

He looked down. "Yeah."

"And yet you never told me how much you love Karl after all this time."

He twiddled his thumbs as he looked at me. "I can't admit my love for him in public."

"Says the hypocrite that banged Karl's ass earlier at that Beach Orgy!"

Mario groaned and banged his head over the counter. "Ow!" He went back up and rubbed the red mark. "Look, my family isn't too kind with the LGBTQ community. I never admit to them about my sexuality. If they find out, -"

"Then they'll be pissed at you?" I stopped him. "Hey, listen, sometimes family needs some air breathe once this news comes to fast. I should know. My brother came out to as bisexual to my parents and me. It took me like a day or two to realize he loves men as well as women." I glanced over at Brie's body and licked my chops. "And I can't blame him. I should give Trevor a call."

"Wait...are you bisexual??"

"I do have sexual attraction to women now. I still love men...and maybe I have a certain kink on chicks with dicks. Yeah, I'm bi...maybe pansexual."

Mario opened his hand and I took it. "Kendra, you're something special, you know that?"

"I never thought myself as special. If anything, I'm more...humble. And I do think you should take the next step with Karl. He'll enjoy true intimacies with a man he loves."

I felt his thumb drawing on my palm. He was quiet until Emma came over to us. "Hello, good peeps. This has been a day. There was a lot of happening! I'm surprised you didn't go to the beach, Kendra."

"I'm surprised you encouraged me to watch the orgy." I said to her. She blushed as Mario snorted at my comment. Charles butted in from the kitchen. "I can't believe she didn't know about that fookin' orgy! Everyone knows about it! Hell, even Major and his wife knows about it! That's how I found out about it!"

"

Not now, Charles!

" Emma yelled over her shoulder. She shook her head with embarrassment and went back to us. "Sorry about all that. Charles can be overzealous with things like that. Orgies are rare in the camp."

Now, that part was true. There was an occasion or two where there was an orgy or two in the past five years. That was before Cookies & Cream have been established. By the time the summer was over, the orgies became more apparent. Wow, even of orgies made me quiver. I had to put that thought away because Emma had that ability to read minds.

"Well, Mario, I'm glad you came over here again. Would you like some dessert now?"

Mario informed me he was here for dinner some time ago with his soccer buddies. "Yeah, I'll order, Miss Emma. I'll have some cherry pie a la mode. Oh, and may I have a pint of Brownie Batter ice cream to go please? I want to make my up my actions to Karl."

Emma nodded. "Sure thing, Sug. Let me make that up for you."

When she turned and went to her workplace, I went to Mario. "Mario, you know that ice cream has a . very special ingredient, right?"

"Oh, I know. My father made the plant that produces it."

"I thought your father was the judge."

"Yeah...I kinda fibbed about that. My mom is the judge. My father, on the other hand, is a horticulturist. As a hobby, he loves to experiment cross breeding. He made to cross bred flowers during his nights off. He once mixed a vanilla plant with a cocoa tree. That...didn't go well.

"Anyway, one night, he crossbred a lotus flower with another plant. This plant was a rare plant. The only place it grows is around these parts. I must admit, this hybrid's DNA in the serum is rather potent. I think Charles found out about this when he first visited my dad's house."

"Charles visited your family?"

"Well, yeah, he visited farmers to help him put food in the diner. He found out about my father's gardening skills by another local farmer. He came to him, and my father, Juan showed him his garden. Because of that garden, he and Emma made exotic dishes on special occasions."

"I bet your father has a huge garden to tend to."

"He does. My brothers and I helped caring for it when I was younger. My father worked for upper class residents for over twenty years. His customers paid him well enough to create his own garden over time. There are times where I am proud of my father. The only thing where I don't like about him is his high fixation of his religion."

I nodded. I've been there myself. My parents are Baptists. They do a lot of pointing fingers and judging a bunch of sinners. Let me tell you something, folks! Telling people they're going to hell to change them is not the good way the spread the Word! Besides, being with someone who is the same sex is not a choice. It is they way people are.

Emma came back with Mario's cherry pie and a pint of Brownie batter. "Here we are, Mario. Now what are you going to do with this pint?"

"It's simple, Mrs. Mersfield." He told her. "I will bring it to Karl and take the next step." He ate most of his pie while talking about me. (They are a lot of small talk that are not important.) Then, he paid his bill and left with the ice cream. I looked around and wrote into my notebook. "Chapter flavor unknown number: 'Brownie Batter'." I turned to Emma and went, "I like what he ordered."

Mario stood in front of Karl's cabin, his hands on the pint. He walked to the door and knocked. When the door opened, he let out his feelings. "Karl, I want to take you out on a date. Will you go out with me?"

Saul looked back at him. He rolled his eyes and yelled out. "Karl, your boyfriend's here!" He walked out of the cabin with a bouquet of flowers. And man, next time you want to give your love to someone, open your eyes."

Wow, that was a burn! Karl came out a minute later, hugging Mario. "Hi! It's great to see you again!"

Mario gasped with Karl's scent. He hugged him back. "Hey, Karl. Hey, I want to ask you if you want to go out with me. We can go to dinner at Orlando's on Saturday."

Karl went emotional. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, babe. I want to take the next step. I want you to be my beau."

Karl was overjoyed and showed it by kissing his new beau. "I would love, love, LOVE to go out with you!" He looked over Mario's shoulder and saw the pint. "Oh...you want to be romantic with me with some ice cream?"

Mario chuckled with some shaking. "Yeah. It's chocolate. With brownie batter. And no, there are no eggs in it."

"I have no doubt about that." Karl invited his new boyfriend in his summer home. They went to the living room next to the fireplace, talking about their families. It was there that Mario admitted that his parents wouldn't approve his sexuality.

"Oh, so that's why you were reluctant to answer." Karl cuddled with him, his head on his shoulder. "I totally get it! I had friends that came out to families that disowned them. My uncle told me I was dead to him due to his own traditions. Well, hey, my parents thought it was okay. I thought my parents were accepting and open to this."

"Wow, so when did you finally come out to your family?"

"This was a day before I went to college. My cousins teased me about me hitting up a bunch of girls while there. One of them even said I'd be a heartbreaker. I shrugged at them and said, "I'd really be a heartbreaker then. I love guys."

"That's blunt!" Mario said to his boyfriend.

"Yeah. Well, I figured it was a good time. I found out about my sexuality earlier, so why not. Anyway, my uncle told me I was dead to him and took my cousins away. You know, he thought homosexuality is some sort of disease."

"Not true. It's not a disease. It's how we are." Mario popped off the lid of the ice cream. "I think the cream is soft enough. Would you like to be sweeter tonight?"

Karl put some of the chocolate cream on Mario's red lips. He leaned to him and whispered. "Nothing would make me happier than to be sweeter to you."

They kissed deeply and their arms wrapped around one another. A few bites of sweet chocolate melting in their bodies brought them to deep affection. They have become so hot, they had to strip each other. The fantasy Karl had which Mario would be gentle and romantic with him would come to light. He took another bite with a chunk of chewy brownie bits. And his happy place became hot, making his shorts tighter.

He lifted his hips to Mario. "Please get me out of the shorts." He begged to him. Mario obliged him by pulling his shorts. Now Karl lied back naked in front of his boyfriend. His body quivered as he came closer to him. He felt Mario's hand rubbing his thigh. He grinned at Karl as he looked at his body.

"Karl, I've never looked at you like this before. Now that we are lovers, you look more stunning."

"Stop, baby!"

"No, it's true. You're absolutely a wonderful person. Your body is lovely, but your spirit is even more beautiful." He leaned on Karl's side and his hand moved up his region. He rubbed his hot member, making it grow. Karl made a soft moan as Mario rubbed his member with gentle massages. He looked at his lover as he massaged him. Mario wanted him to look down on him. He knew the right words to say. "We take and give, lover."