[Author's note: This series is loosely based on real events in my life. Hope you enjoy.]
Chapter 6. Crystal comes to make us dinner.
It was fairly quiet around the homestead for the few days went by after my house-mate Brian and I had that adventure with the two swinger couples from the local strip club.
Brian had his sexy high-school teacher girlfriend Rachel over to spend the night a couple of times and they made the bed squeak and groan for an hour or so each night much to my both frustration and entertainment.
I saw her one night after they had done the deed and she was flush and very happy looking as she came out to get a drink. She wore only a thin, white wife-beater t-shirt and a pair of Hooter's shorts Brian had gotten her on a lark. She was braless and her nipples were rock hard. If her male students could have seen her with that after-sex glow braless in that wife-beater and those little Hooter's shorts they would have all given new meaning to "Hot for teacher."
The good news for me was Crystal's plans to come see me tonight. More good news was her offer to make Brian and I some dinner when she came over if we bought the stuff. Creole jambalaya was what we wanted and Crystal said no problem.
I dropped her off at the house after work and let her do her thing in the kitchen while I went to the recreation center to work out.
When I got home, she had taken a shower and changed into some nice-fitting faded jeans that were very flattering. On top, she wore a snug dark brown mock turtleneck. Her curly brown hair fell to about the bottom of her shoulder blades, framing her cute face. The wire-rimmed glasses she wore made her look like a sexy bookworm.
I gave my sexy bookworm a hug and a kiss when I walked in.
"Wow, you look great. Are you losing some weight?" I asked her, looking her over again.
"Yeah, actually, I have. Several pounds, thanks for noticing!"
I kissed her again. "You're so good looking either way," I reminded her as I headed upstairs to shower.
When I got back down, I noticed Brian staring at her ass from across the kitchen.
"You're staring," I teased him.
"I know he's got his eyes on me," Crystal said, looking at us over her shoulder as she stirred something on the stove. "I think he likes my new pair of jeans."
"Yes, I'm guilty," Brian said. "Joe's such a lucky guy!"
"Yes I am," I added, walking behind the chef and giving her a hug from behind and a kiss.
"Mmm, that feels good. Dinner will be served in about five minutes or so."
I wondered if Brian was hoping for another show tonight after dinner. Last time Crystal was here, she and I noticed him surreptitiously watching us having sex in the hot tub. We both found ourselves very turned on, knowing we were being watched. We finished our tryst by getting out of the tub to really give him a show. It was a mind-blowing finale.
"So, you two going to get in any time in the hot tub tonight before bed?" Brian inquired so very smoothly.
"He is wanting another show!" I thought to myself. "Who could blame him?"
Crystal and I looked at one another and she smiled knowingly. She must have thought the same thing.
"Maybe," she said with a smile and a wink at me. She paused then added, "Are you hoping for a another show?"
Brian was sipping his wine. He didn't blow it out his nose when she said that, but he certainly gulped at the unexpected candor from Crystal and coughed a couple times. "I have no comment, your honor."
Brian was still trying to clear his throat. "I was just curious. I think I'm going to be in the hot tub for a little while before bed. Anyway, first priority is dinner because I'm starving. This stuff smells great!"
Crystal served up the food and Brian and I helped bring the last couple of items in to the dining room table from the kitchen. We were standing behind our chairs when Crystal came back in for the final time.
"What are you waiting for? Let's eat," she said.
Brian answered her question. "We're waiting for the lady to sit first."
Crystal stepped to her place and I held her chair. "You're such gentlemen. I'm not used to being treated this nicely."
"It's our duty, especially as it's your first dinner with us and you cooked it on top of that," Brian said. "Thanks for dinner, by the way!"
"You're welcome, guys."
We sat down to dinner and it was better than I had hoped for. This was the first time I'd eaten Crystal's cooking and it was superlative. The girl could cook and cook well. Brian and I both complimented the chef repeatedly.
Finally, as plates were cleaned off, we talked for a short while. I suspect Brian and I both ate too much, but it was hard not to.
As we were cleaning up the plates, Brian even paused to hug the chef and managed to grab her ass and give her a kiss on the cheek as they hugged. Crystal loved the attention and the compliments.
Crystal cleaned up after dinner and loaded the dishwasher, refusing Brian's repeated offers to at least help clean up. Despite her protestations, we helped where we could. Eventually though, she shooed us out of the kitchen, but not before Brian collected the trash and took it outside.
Brian and I settled in the living room and chatted about the day's events. I told him about my day at work including sewing up some skateboarder's forehead. My patient tried to do some stunt on a handrail before school with his skateboard and ended up providing the day's entertainment for his fellow students. Brian's day included a new client he's taken pro-bono on a child support case. "It's not your typical case," he commented, and went on to explain it was a custodial father seeking back support from a mom who had allegedly hidden some assets and income from the local corporation she co-owned.
About then, Crystal meandered in with a fresh glass of wine and sat down next me. I put my arm around her shoulders and she cuddled next to me.
Brian asked Crystal about her social life and how things were going at her apartment and all. He was very masterful at making even a latecomer feel like they are the center of attention. And given that Crystal was easy on the eyes didn't hurt.
Crystal told him about her new boyfriend taking her to Chicago last weekend. They had a great time there and he got her these new jeans. This boyfriend was black, as Crystal preferred, and a decent guy it seemed. Far better than the last boyfriend who she found out was smoking crack in his spare time or the guy before who liked to smack her around and is now in prison for breaking her finger in a domestic violence incident a couple years ago. This new guy worked as a waiter at Olive Garden. She indicated her apartment felt like home now and life was good without a live-in boyfriend.