Kaye at 30
“What’s the news about the other food truck, boss?” Kevin asks while we start preparing the menu for the day.
“They still haven’t found the culprit and none of the CCTV in the area spotted the incident either. Said it’ll fall in one of the unsolved crime scenes in the past.”
“How about Miss Edna, has she recovered?”
I clench my teeth, unable to answer Kevin. Other than stealing, the criminal also stabbed Edna with a kitchen knife when she tried fighting for the money. The wound was deep and hit an organ. She’s awake although I’m afraid she needs surgery.
Edna’s assistant, Steve, was also hospitalized with a severe head injury after being pushed off the truck. He hasn’t woken up yet. On top of being robbed, now I’m also shouldering the two’s hospital bills including taking care of Steve’s family’s needs.
The man has no insurance and his family, a pregnant wife along with two other children, are waiting for him to come home. I’ve already informed the wife about what happened but I omitted going for the details of his injury.
The doctor said, pregnant women are susceptible to stress and may induce premature labor. I won’t want that to happen. Even my mother is yet to know of Edna’s condition. If she happens to wind up hearing about it, I’m afraid she also might get an attack.
I was in such a turmoil this couple of days and it’s more because of financial issues. To be honest, the food truck barely covers all our daily expenses because most of it goes to my mother’s medical bills. Plus, city life admittedly is such a luxury.
“It’s already past one, but your favorite customer hasn’t arrived, boss.” Kevin says beside me which snaps me back to the present. “I wonder what happened to him? We’re not here yesterday so I’m kinda worried he’s starved himself.”
At the mention of the old man, my mood lifts up and a faint smile paints my face. Yesterday, just knowing Cheri waited for me so pretty and unassuming while wearing my old clothes, all my worries vanished away. Up until now, I couldn’t believe he’s hidden that pretty face in an ugly disguise.
I really wanted to go all the way with him last night but the fatigue had taken its toll on me that I was knocked off quickly after a great, long overdue release. Thinking about it now puts me to great shame. He must’ve thought I’m old for getting tired from just all that.
Although, thirty for men isn’t really old but compared to him… Well, he’s really so young and pretty, sexy and surprisingly… caring. Yeah, coz I woke up already clean by morning. Ah, I haven’t been treated so preciously like that by all the women I dated and it makes me wanna do him. Shit!
I shift on my feet when I feel my pants straining. Goddamn it! Stop thinking lewd things, Robinson! I sigh and concentrate on my menu. I made enough food for Cheri this morning so he won’t be coming for lunch today. Which is good. I won’t feel sad or worried if he wouldn’t come compared to before.
After shedding off his disguise, I kind of have this urge to hide him from the world. I want him for myself alone. It’s sick but I don’t care. I only want him to wait for me at home. Come to think of it, even before I could personally know him, I’ve always been looking forward to seeing him every day.
It gives me great satisfaction seeing his contented look after savoring his meal. Now that he’s practically living with me, I’m all the more fired up cooking just so I can feed him my best dishes. Maybe because I had an affliction on how skinny he looks that I want to fluff him up a little.
Speaking of which, if I’m really going to have sex with him, I wonder if he can take me? Compared to three years ago, he looks malnourished at present. I’m worried that I might break him. I should wait until I’ve fatten him up before going all the way with him.
“You know, boss…” Kevin’s hand on my shoulder jolts me to the present once again. “Everything is stressful if you think life that way. You said that to me yourself so I’m telling it to you now.”
I raise a brow in amusement at the worried look on his face before smiling at him. Kevin must’ve thought that my silence is due to my current problems. When, in fact, my worries are halved because my mind keeps falling off the gutter lately. Thanks to the long-haired, eccentric beauty in my house.
“Thanks.” I respond fondly and continue cooking.
“No problem, boss.” Kevin says cheekily. “Oh, here comes the first batch. I’ll go take their orders.”
“Yeah, please.”
I follow Kevin with my gaze as he jumps off the truck and entertains a few people taking seats around the table. One of them catches my attention and my irises dilate in both startle and a pinch of irritation.
Maybe because I’m staring holes on him that he looks up and meets my gaze. His face draws a shocked expression before a smile spreads his lips. He gets up and approaches me, standing just below the truck.
“Robinson, what a surprise to see you here.”
“Higgins.” I answer curtly.
“You look even better with the years added up to you.”
I glance at him before turning my attention back to the skillet. I want to tell him the opposite. Although his clothes are just as flashy and expensive looking like in the past, it only makes him look even odder in them.
Over the years we’ve never seen each other, Clark has become disheveled. He has bags under his eyes and he obviously hasn’t had a haircut for a while. He also lost a great amount of weight. I wonder what happened to him.
“Oh, hello, sir.” Kevin appears beside him bringing a notepad and pen. “Have you decided what to order? We still have vacant seats over there.”
“Can’t you see I’m still talking to my friend here?” Clark snaps irritably at Kevin.
“Kevin, up here.” I nod at him, dismissing Clark’s sudden tantrum. “If you want to eat, take your seat. I can’t really talk when I’m working.”
“What time do you usually finish here?”
“Five.”
“Alright, then I’ll come back later around that time.” Clark says in his usual authoritative tone. “Let’s catch up over dinner later, yeah?”
I don’t answer him. As far as I’m concern, we have nothing to talk about anymore. Yes, we’re once childhood friends but we eventually drifted apart and even became enemies. I never thought he’d do to me what he did thirteen years ago. It was fucking traumatizing.
Clark joins the people he came with and eats with them, dominating the conversation in their table. Just like in the past, Clark loves being surrounded by people and being praised by them. He’s nothing but an attention whore. What a freak.
Remembering it makes me clench my teeth. It’s obvious he did that to me just so I’ll look at him and give him attention. Damn him, if I wasn’t desperate that time, I wouldn’t have allowed him to do it. But in the end, it’s all in vain.
Working usually comes by in a flash for me. Yet, seeing an unpleasant person at work drags the day. After two hours of tireless chatting, Clark and his friends finally leave. The prick even waves at me as if forgetting his blunder in the past.
“I’ve never really seen anyone of your friends, boss. But that one seems not one of them.” Kevin says to my side after seeing Clark’s nonchalant smile. “Am I being judgmental to say that, that kind of person is no good news?”
“Goddamn you’re right, Kevin.” I mutter under my breath and finish up the last menu for the day. “Go start packing up. We’ll finish early today. He said he wanted to chat later but I don’t want to see that moron’s face again.”
“Alrighty, boss.”
So even before the time strikes five, I’m already on my way back home. When I enter my apartment, I found Cheri sitting on the floor while typing on his laptop perched on the coffee table.
“Hi, I’m back!” I announce before locking the door after me.
I frown when he doesn’t answer. Cheri’s face is as stiff as his back and his eyes are focused on the screen, almost unblinking. His fingers are the only thing that moves about his body. I even think he’s stopped breathing. Is he always like this while working?
I shake my head and go straight to my room instead, changing to house clothes then come out afterwards to prepare something for dinner. Since my apartment’s small with an open floor plan, I watch Cheri working at the living room while I’m chopping in the kitchen.
I found him slumped over the table this morning so I had to carry him to bed. I never expected he’d look like this working. It’s like he’s gone to someplace else. It’s kinda… familiar in a way. Like I’ve already seen those eyes with the same deep longing in the past. Well, I can say it’s also kinda therapeutic.
An hour later, I’ve already prepared everything yet it’s still early to have dinner. I look at Cheri once again and shake my head. He’s even forgotten to shower, didn’t he? I walk across the living room and sit on the floor behind him before hugging his waist.
“Oh!” He jumps up and looks over his shoulder. “Y-you’re back?”
“Been more than an hour already. I thought you were just plainly ignoring me.”
“Um… I, I’m sorry.” Cheri adjusts his glasses and looks back at the monitor. “Uh, I’m g-going to finish this up.”
“Alright.” I agree and give him a peck on his cheek.
He gasps before a blush spreads from his face down his neck. I smile and do it again. He looks back at me and, to my surprise, grabs my face and kisses me on the lips. I groan and receive his tentative tongue probing my lips.
“Let’s shower first then we’ll have dinner.”
“Do I stink?” He asks and sniffs himself.
“No but you look like you need it. Come on.” I stand and help him up as well. “A good shower inspires even better idea for your story.”
“Hey!” He grunts when I scoop him up in my arms, princess style, and carry him towards the bathroom. “You’re so strong.”
“No, you’re just too light. My mission is to fatten you up and we’re good to go.” I set him down his feet and start the shower.
“Good to go on what?”
“You know.” I smirk evilly at him but he doesn’t seem to understand so I just left it like that. “Ok, let’s wash up. Can you see if I take this off?” I ask, tapping his eye glasses.
“Um, not really. Just silhouettes.”
“Alright, we’ll take this off, I’ll be your eyes for the meantime.”
Even after what we’ve already done, Cheri’s still embarrassed being naked with me. He can’t seem to decide where to put his hands as soon as I take our clothes off and his eyes are especially unfocused. I kiss his lips to distract him and loosen his tension a little.
While giving him little pecks, I reach for the shampoo and start on him first, giving special care for his lovely, long auburn hair. While doing this, Cheri fumbles on the soap dish and initiates soaping my body. I step closer until our lower half are brushing together.
His hands are slippery as they glide along my chest, torso and finally to my already stiff cock. I groan at his tentative hand as it starts pumping up and down, fencing with his own dick at the same time. As if inspired by my reaction, he rubs me even faster.
Ah, fuck! If this keeps up, I won’t be able to stop myself and might take him right here and now. I pull away and push him against the tiled wall before falling to my knees, rub his dick a few times and take him into my mouth.
“Uh! Oh, oh! W-wait!” He shudders as I lick him from base to tip repeatedly until he’s sleek with my saliva. “Y-you’re so unfair! P-please, I want to do it, too!”
“Hmm…” I hum and continue sucking him deeper, faster and gripping him even tighter.
While I suck him down my throat, I also play with his balls, increasing the rhythm when I feel his legs buckle and his muscles straining at the obvious arrival of his orgasm. Cheri clutches on my hair and mumbles incoherently, begging me to stop yet crying for more.
“K-kaye! P-please, ah! Ah, um… Ahhh!” He cries out just as his tip showers my mouth with his warm release and slides down my throat. “D-did you swallow it?” He asks in mortification.
I did swallow but won’t tell him. This isn’t a romance novel. Of course, semen has never tasted good. But maybe my feelings make it tastes better that I’m able to accept it into my system.
I take the soap that he dropped to the floor and continue washing us together. After drying us up, I carry him out and place him to bed before rummaging in my closet for clothes to wear.
“Uh, I w-wanna do it, too.” He says while I slide a shirt over his head. “I want to try it to you.”
“Uh-huh. Maybe next time.”
“W-why?”
“Because I know I won’t be able to control myself and take your ass.”
“Um…” He worries his lower lip while fidgeting. “A-aren’t we going to do it, anyway?”
“Oh, we will. We’ll definitely do it but we can’t now. Not yet.” I say with determination and put on a pair of pajamas for him.
“W-why can’t we do it now? When w-will it be then?”
“Soon when I’m sure your body can already handle me.”
“W-what?” Cheri’s eyes squint up to me, staring probably at my silhouette. “I already did three years ago! What’s the big deal?”
“Three years ago, that was me desperately wanting to fuck you no matter what. This time is different.” I put on my own pajama bottoms and return to the bathroom to take his glasses and the hair blower.
“I don’t understand.” He says and puts on his glasses after I hand it to him. “So… so y-you mean you don’t want to f-fuck me now?”
“I do. God I do. But this time, I want to cherish you so...”
Cheri’s eyes bulge in surprise just as my ears heat up in shame. Ah, damn! I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I turn him around and start blow drying his hair. The atmosphere becomes awkward as silence falls between us. Ah, what’s with the romantic words, we’re not even dating.
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