Fetish Friends Ch 06

Chapter 6

It was Tuesday around 11:25am Mark waited patiently in a booth at Kenny's. The restaurant was a dive. None of the tables or décor matched. It was grungy and a little loud. Neon lights and vintage signs lined the walls.

The other side of this basement housed a small play area. An old Pac-Man game, coin operated pool table, dart board and a couple of older pinball games.

Mark minded his business alone and watched an interaction between two other people. He smiled noticing how animated the one man was talking with his body.

He fiddled his thumbs thinking of errands he needed to run.

"Hey! I'm not late am I?" Kim asked, walking up to Mark a little rushed.

Mark looked up a little startled. A moment passed as he processed what she had said. "No, No! I was a little early."

"Come on let's order!" Kim's green eyes lit up with a smile and she turned her body to lead towards the counter.

They placed their orders together and made small talk while they stood waiting. "I have been thinking about this food for so long!" Kim said to Mark excitedly.

"It is really good. They have some kind of Meatball pot pie that sounds terrible but is crazy amazing too! A friend of mine turned me on to it." Mark replied with just as much enthusiasm.

"Where?" Kim asked looking up at the menu.

"It's the very bottom one, there." Mark pointed to the meal listed on the large menu.

Kim read the ingredients. "That does not sound good at all." She said a little disgusted, making a face.

"I said the exact same thing, but it is!" Mark assured her.

The food was served over the counter, and they brought it back to the booth Mark had waited at.

Mark organized his meal neatly. He set his fries across from his drink, placed his napkins in a stack above his sandwich, made sure he had utensils, any necessary condiments, and placed the marinade right next to his sandwich the perfect distance away for dipping.

Across from him, Kim stuffed her mouth hurriedly. She closed her eyes with great satisfaction. Kim loved this sandwich! She double fisted her drink and messy submarine. After a few moments she looked up, realizing Mark was staring at her.

She became embarrassed, thinking back on how she scarfed down her food without manners. "Sorry!" She said with a mouthful. Taking slower bites and trying to be more lady-like.

Mark smiled watching intently.

Now, Kim was embarrassed and nervous he would scrutinize her eating the rest of the meal. She looked up at Mark apologetically and put her sandwich down.

"You don't have to be shy. I know how good it is! I showed up early to eat, before we ate!" Mark embarrassedly told Kim.

"You already had one of these?" Kim asked laughingly.

"Yes, I didn't want to eat two of them in front of you!" Mark proclaimed in fun.

They laughed together eating without much conversing. "May I have a napkin?" Kim asked Mark.

"Sure." Mark replied, handing her one from his stack.

Kim looked down and realized his food and settings were all in proper order.

"I've never seen you do that." Kim pointed to Mark's meal.

Mark looked down, not understanding.

"Organize. You organized everything!" Kim was surprised how clean it was. "Even the pepper!"

"Oh, yeah!" Mark looked at his clean place setting.

"Have you always done that?" Kim asked.

"Since I was around ten. I guess, I became a little OCD." Mark was honest.

"I am too!" Kim admitted to Mark.

"I have watched you organize suntan lotion by the pool." Mark said to Kim.

"Yes, I am very serious about that." Kim realized that may not be something normal people do.

"You do it by color." Mark told Kim in a question like manner.

"You remember that?" Kim asked, very surprised.

Mark nodded.

Kim thought. "How do I organize my spice rack?" She asked to test Mark's memory.

"By meat or the type of product it goes on." Mark laughed, knowing he knew the answer.

Kim was both surprised and interested.

"What else do you know about me, like that?" She wanted to hear.

Mark thought.

"You only wear your hair up on Thursdays. You refuse to wear black during the day, in any season. You religiously clean your car on Wednesday morning, which IS a little weird."

Kim laughed, "You're right!" She paused. "Jess told you all of that?" she asked genuinely.

"No, I saw you do it!"

Kim stopped. "Like watched me?" She looked on straightening her posture and hoping Mark's answer was not about to be creepy.

Mark looked at Kim. "I noticed you did those things over the course of our friendship, no one had to tell me." Mark hoped this answer was sufficient. He could tell Kim had become a little uneasy.

"So, you just noticed these things about me?" Kim asked trying to understand.

"Yeah, about you and Charles and some other people I know." Mark replied.

"Oh, ok!" Kim calmed down. It wasn't about her in a weird way.

She tried to change the subject, looking down at Mark's organized food.

"Why would you put your dipping sauce so close to your napkins?" Kim asked. "Don't you worry about having dirty napkins?"

"No, it's not something I worry about." Mark began explaining his whole set up. Kim did agree it was very efficient but was it necessary to worry about. The two discussed and joked about their meal and table, and company etiquette for a few minutes, really lightening the mood.

"How do you know about this place?" Mark asked. "It's not close to your work is it?"

"Kind of, I normally work on the other side of the city, but I have to come to the building next door every couple of weeks to drop off some stuff." Kim explained.

"Which building do you work out of?"

"Two doors over," Mark pointed. "I come over here with the guys and play some games once in a while."

"The games over there?" Kim wondered.

"Yeah!" I spend way too much money on Pac-Man."

"I used to be really good!" Kim became excited thinking about her childhood.

"Come on!" She got up out of her seat and started towards the game.

"Let me get some quarters," Mark said loudly to her from behind.

The two passed lots of time playing the game. They reminisced of when they were younger. Kidding for some time.

"I've got to get going," Kim said. "These errands have to get done. I really enjoyed this." Kim looked at Mark with a newfound fondness.

"I did too!" Mark chuckled thinking about how immature they had been.

Kim turned to leave.

"Kim!" Mark Said.

She turned around.

"Maybe tomorrow or something we can discuss our spouses having a romantic relationship?" Mark asked seriously.

A lady walking by overheard their conversation and turned to look at them, shocked.

Mark and Kim noticed but were not bothered and went on about their own business.

"God! Right! I feel so stupid! Yes, I will text you tonight. I can't believe we forget that." She turned. Then stopped.

"I guess we are comfortable, and this isn't crazy weird, if we can forget about THAT?" Kim kind of asked, trying to joke about it.

Mark did find it funny. He laughed out loud. What an uncomfortable situation.

"Ok, I will talk to you." Mark said to Kim.

"OK, bye-bye!" Kim walked out the door dumbfounded they did not discuss their partners.

Kim and Mark texted later that night. They agreed to meet up for dinner on Thursday night.

Nothing eventful happened over the next two days. Both couples worked, ate, and slept without anything noteworthy happening.

"Hey!" Kim greeted Mark warmly. She stood to hug him.

"Hey! Sorry I was running behind. I had more work than expected." Mark explained to Kim.

They sat down and made small talk.

The waitress brought over beer battered cheese curds. "Here is your appetizer!" She spoke.

Mark looked at Kim apologetically. "Sorry I was so late."

"And here is your Sweet Tea." The waitress sat down a drink for Mark.

He looked up at her, surprised.

"Your wife knew what you wanted." The waitress said nonchalantly.

Mark laughed, looking across the table at Kim. "Oh, she did...?" Marked joked

Kim chuckled and shrugged. She raised an eyebrow with a what did you expect from your wife look.

"Well thank you honey," Mark pretended in front of the waitress.

"I'm glad you made it sweet'ems," Kim passive aggressively made her point in a fake loving way.

"Are you ready or do you need a minute?" The organized waitress asked professionally.

"We need a minute, Mark told her."

"Oh, the special tonight is a stuffed chicken breast for two with a cranberry based tartar sauce and side of mixed veggies. Any questions?" She looked at each of them and nodded. "I'll be back shortly."

Mark looked at the menu, he didn't see anything that seemed appetizing to him. He looked up and saw the cheese curds. He grabbed one and dipped it. "I love these things, I get them everywhere I can!" Mark told Kim happily.

"I know. I got those for you." Kim replied matter-of-factly.

Mark did not believe her. "How did you know I loved them?" He asked as he took a big bite hoping it had cooled enough.

"Jess tells me at every restaurant we go to, that has them. She always thinks of you!" Kim admitted.

"These are very good!" Mark took another bite, finishing off his piece.

Kim smiled at Mark's glee of fried cheese.

"Thank you for ordering those for me." Mark genuinely showed gratitude.

"You are very welcome," Kim felt good about doing that for Mark.

"Now what do you think a cranberry based tartar sauce tastes like?" Mark joked with Kim.

"That does not sound appetizing to me at all!" Kim was emphatic. Her face displayed disgust.

Mark had assumed this reaction from her. He raised his hand towards their waitress.

"Are you ready to order?" she asked, moving quickly to the table.

"Sorry no, we would like to get a tasting or very small cup of the cranberry based tartar sauce, if possible?" Mark politely asked.

"I will get that for you!" The waitress excitedly moved towards the kitchen.

"It's going to be real gross," Kim tried not to be overly negative about it.

"If it's good, we will split the stuffed chicken breast. If it is not, we will split the chocolate cake for dinner." Mark said seriously, looking at Kim with a smile.

Kim had also not been able to find anything she enjoyed on the menu. This game sounded worthwhile.

"Deal." Kim laughed, not expecting the sauce to be any good.

The waitress returned with a small cup of green sauce. "Here you are, I will give you a moment." She left again.

"Green?" Kim said confused. She was utterly lost.

Mark laughed hysterically. He grabbed his stomach, he laughed so hard.

Kim joined him, not being able to control her reaction.

"Your reaction was priceless!" Mark said to Kim with a tear in his eye.

They finally calmed down and they each caught their breath.

"Here." Mark offered Kim the sauce to test first.

"No, I don't really want to."

"Ok, I'll do it!" Mark scooped out a little and tasted it. His face changed from a grimace to surprise. "That's very good! It just doesn't look like it."

"So now I'm going to try it and it will be terrible, because you pranked me?" Kim asked, hoping Mark wouldn't do that to her.

"No, it really is good." Mark assured her.

He handed Kim the dish and picked up another cheese curd. Kim tasted it, trying to be impartial.

"Wow! You aren't kidding. This stuff is very, very good!" Kim scooped another small bite and ate it.

"See!" Mark laughed. "We surprisingly made a fuss about nothing!"

"Sure did!" Kim agreed.

The waitress returned. "What can I get going for the lovely couple?"

Kim was shy about telling the truth at this point. She was both flattered and a little uncomfortable.

"We will have the stuffed chicken breast for two, with extra sauce and a chocolate cake for dinner with an entire handful of cherries on the side." Mark ordered without skipping a beat.

The waitress double checked about bringing the cake out at the same time. Then she left the table and put in the order.

Kim laughed. "You got us both?"

Mark shrugged.

"We won't be able to eat all that?" Kim asked Mark.

Mark again shrugged carefree.

"Let's find out!" He said happily.

The two had friendly banter, telling funny stories about their better halves. It was a nice change, being able to talk freely without them around to embarrass.

The food arrived, it was a feast and looked delicious!

Kim dug in!

"Wait!" Mark stopped her.

Kim was worried. "What happened?" she asked, looking all around and at Mark.

"You've got to set up your area!" Mark pointed at her plate and drink.

"I'm not doing that," Kim said annoyed and ready to eat.

"Look at how much food we have here. We will never finish it if we don't organize and streamline the process." Mark continued to explain.

Kim relaxed and listened to his stupid idea. "Ok but hurry up. I'm ready to eat." Kim admitted a little whiny.

Mark showed her exactly where to put everything. Explaining the importance. He even had Kim mirror his own, knowing she was left-handed, and opposite of him.

Kim did grow interested in this idiotic theory. Mark had seemed to convince her.

They ate. And they also played with their food. Kim and Mark made a game out of food efficiency and tried to race each other. They laughed until they hurt. Because they ate too much!

Kim laid her head on the table, miserable. "I am going to be sick. She looked over the table and noticed the half-eaten chocolate cake. "I saved you some cherries!" Kim said sweetly, offering them to Mark.

"No thanks, I don't like cherries." Mark told Kim.

"You ordered a bunch of extra cherries?" Kim asked a little unsure why.

"Yes, because I know you like cherries with dark cake." Mark told Kim, admitting he knew the truth in his eyes.

"You got those for me? Thank you! I do love cherries!" Kim said childlike and grabbed a couple more knowing she should not eat them.

The night came to an end. Both Kim and Mark each rushed home to find the most expandable clothes they owned and did not move until the following morning.

Kim texted Mark the following morning and thanked him for such a fun night. They periodically communicated throughout the day about jokes, the amount of food they had eaten, and the fact they once again forgot to have the serious conversation the night was intended for.

They rescheduled again.

That weekend the weather was amazing, mid eighties and sunshine. Not one cloud in sight. It was almost noon. Food, fishing gear, and beach clothing had been loaded into the boat.

Heaviest Girl Wins the Bet! was Charles' new boat. It was a 50' Carolina Skiff with a center console equipped with fish finding equipment and three 300hp outboard motors. It's exterior was turquoise blue with matching upholstery on the interior. It was spick-n-span and brighter than the sun.

The girls made their way down the dock carrying things like chips and phone chargers. Mostly they just looked drop dead gorgeous. The marina was very busy. Everyone stopped to look. The girls enjoyed playing their games. They would ask for directions, ask how big of a catch, ask about life jackets, or ask about helping their husbands. All depending on the situation. The girls enjoyed the attention.

Jess boarded the boat with help from Mark. He quickly squeezed her butt on the way by him. She enjoyed it, smiling over her shoulder towards him. Kim was next. Mark took her things, then held her hand to help her balance. "Thanks," she said.

Charles started the loud motors and pushed off the dock with a kick. The first couple of minutes were very rough, but once out in the open, the water was smooth.

"Hold onto your hats and glasses," Charles yelled.

He revved up the engines and sped up. The wind was crazy, but the ride was fun. The girls held onto their fun Kentucky Derby style sunning hats and sunglasses.

Charles slowed down. "We don't need to go that fast, it's not comfortable." He yelled.

The girls worked on applying lotion and tanner to themselves and each other. It was an erotic scene, but also genuine.

Mark figured out the very expensive radio and turned on party music from the early 2000's.

The girls opened up the coolers and grabbed four beers. Jess walked to the back of the boat and gave Mark a kiss on the cheek and a cold beer. "Thank you." Mark replied with a light butt grab. Jess jumped quickly away teasing Mark. He smiled looking at her oiled body in the sun.

Jess stopped to drop off a beer to Charles on her way back to her friend. "Got this life saver here for ya!"

"Thank you!" Charles was elated.

Jess turned to leave.

"Jess! Come here." Charles reached for her not knowing if she had heard him.

Jess turned back around. "What's up?" She asked loudly.

"Hold this for me." Charles put her hand on the steering wheel.

Jess shook her head no.

"Just go straight," Charles yelled to her as he walked to the fishing equipment.

"No, no!" Jess was scared. She didn't know how to do any of this. She looked around at all the foreign equipment. This really made her nervous. She looked back to Mark. He was watching her closely. He smiled like a vacation pic giving her two thumbs up.

Jess laughed, while still steering the boat with one hand and no idea. She went with it. She made herself comfortable in the captain's chair and started moving the wheel back and forth to get a feel.

Mark looked on impressed. He smiled and was proud of her for giving it a chance. She had already greatly exceeded any expectations he had.

Charles looked back at Jess. "Great job! Just keep doing that!" He nodded his head happily with approval.

Kim was sitting down with one leg half bent with her knee pointed to the blue sky and the other straight out in front of her. She held her big new hat tightly to her head and she looked ahead scanning the beauty of the large ocean, taking it in for herself.

Charles finished inventorying his fishing gear. He walked over to Kim and hugged her from behind, careful of her large hat. He looked ahead with Kim and took in the view. "Thank you for all of this. I could not have done it without you." He hugged her with gratitude and gave her neck one long kiss.

She reached behind her and stroked his head with her fingers acknowledging the amazing life they had lived together.

Mark walked up behind Jess and kissed her cheek startling her a little. "You're doing a great job, Captain!" he told her still amazed at how quickly she took to it.

"We're gonna turn port side then anchor at 50 ft! Jess told Mark, taking a swig of beer.

"Sounds a little dangerous, Captain!" Mark replied.

"Why?" Jess replied worriedly, like she was really planning on doing it.

Mark laughed and hugged her from the side while still standing.

Kim turned around to see how Jess was doing. "You're doing great!" She yelled.

Mark leaned over and turned up the volume. Then he started to dance moving his hips to the beat. "Lookin' good!" Jess yelled eyeing him up and down.

"Feelin' good! Captain." He moved faster with some bad dance moves. Jess laughed, looking at her train wreck of a man.

Charles came to the helm. "Let's stop here. We can eat, then fish if we feel like it." He told both Mark and Jess.

Jess nodded in agreement then turned to the guys for help. "Just push that one forward," both men instructed at the same time.

Jess complied and the boat stopped faster than anticipated. Everyone quickly grabbed something to regain balance.

"Sorry about that, everybody." Jess lost some confidence with her last driving actions.

"Shit, you did great!" Mark assured her.

"Great job! Captain!" Charles gave Jess accolades.

"I've got some food for us!" Kim told everyone.

She opened the cooler, then organized an area for everyone to sit. "Mark- no pickles, Jess- no mustard, Charles- on wheat, Kim- no tomato," Kim passed out sandwiches to everyone. "Here's some chips!" Kim threw chips to everyone individually. Each person was appreciative as they sat closely.