Gamma pt. 42
It was 8:15 when Brian knocked on Brie’s door. He was wearing a black button down shirt, a white t-shirt underneath, a new pair of blue jeans, a pair of penny loafers and a black leather jacket. As Brian waited in the chilled wind, he hoped that Brie would answer the door, but was slightly disappointed when Kiki opened it. “Hey Brian. Brie will be out in a minute. She’s just finishing up.” Brian walked in from the cold and shut the door behind him. Kiki wore a tight night shirt and pink silk panties and headed back to the sofa, her luscious round ass, switching back and forth a constant source of temptation, to watch television. Brian sat in a rocker next to the sofa and watched along with her.
Brian: So what are you watching?
Kiki: An old documentary on WWII
Brian: Ah. That’s interesting.
Kiki: How so?
Brian: Well I mean, weren’t you around back then? I would think it would be too painful. Some of the memories, that is.
Kiki: Well, I was born in 1941...
Brian: And I have to say, you look great for 68.
Kiki: Well thank you. Now quit interrupting, sonny. But I age a bit slower than everyone else…obviously. So I was a baby until the late 50’s. So I like to watch this stuff to kind of gauge what was happening when I was born and compare it to what Eva told me happened.
Brian: Eva was your mom, right?
Kiki: She was an unfortunate part of my birth process, yes.
Brian: Sorry.
Kiki: It’s not your fault. I spent the better part of my youth hating America because of the lies she told me. And the only truths I got were the bad things you guys had done. Slavery, oppression, corruption were a daily dose when learning about America. Then I get here and some of it was true, but for the most part, my eyes were opened. Eva neglected to mention all the great things like baseball and Coney Island and apple pie.
Brian: I’m guessing you didn’t get a lot of apple pie growing up. And…you like baseball?
Kiki: I love it. The New York Yankees are my favorite team. When we first got to New York in the early 80’s my dad would take me to the games. I still looked like I was under 12 so I got cheaper admission.
Brian: Yankees? Kiki…You and I are going to be very good friends.
Brian and Kiki chuckle as Brie walks downstairs wearing a white button down blouse, a black leather skirt, and some black knee high leather boots to match. Her hair was tied up in a pony tail and a thin veil of make up had been applied to her soft feminine face, almost unnoticeable to the untrained eye. Almost.
Brian: Looking good, boss.
Brie: Knock that boss shit off. We’re friends having dinner.
Brian: Sure thing, boss.
Brie: Perhaps friends is too strong of a word. What are you going to do tonight, Kiki?
Kiki: Not much. I’m going to finish up this documentary and hit the hay.
Brie: You should be out on the town, meeting new people. Old people watch old documentaries and then go to bed.
Kiki: Hey, your sister really worked me hard today. I need the rest. And I have to pull early shift for the rest of the week. I mean I may look 24 but sometimes I just feel like I’m 68.
Brian smirked at Kiki’s inside joke but hid it well. “I’ll be quiet when I come in then. I have to work early too but I’m making time to have a little fun.” Brie said in a last ditch effort to get Kiki to loosen up. “Documentaries are fun” Kiki said in protest. “Yes, My father loves them.” They said their goodbyes and Brian and Brie headed off to Brew River. After being seated, they looked at their menus and Brian brought his menu to cover his face to conceal his reaction to the prices.
Brie: If you want, we can go Dutch.
Brian: No, it’s cool. I’m the one who wanted to have dinner to clear the air.
Brie: But I picked Brew River.
Brian: You can get it next time. I’ll even help you wash the dishes afterward.
Brie: Wash dishes?
Brian: Yeah, It’s the only way we’ll be eating tonight.
Brie: You’re such a cheap ass. I know you have the money.
Brian: I have the money because I’m a cheap ass.
Brie: You really think there will be a next time?
Brian: Sure. We’ve been friends for a long time. Nothing’s going to change that.
Brie: Nothing huh.
Brian: We’re not having this conversation tonight, Brie. This is just a night to relax. Get our minds off of work.
Brie: Most of my stress at work revolves around this conversation.
Brian: I know that Brie. And for what it’s worth, some of mine is too.
Brie: Really?
Brian: Yeah. I mean, I’ve never been close to my boss before. At least not like this. We were friends before and now I don’t know how to make the change.
Brie: Who said there had to be a change?
Brian: It’s just the way things are. A business needs structure. And most times, personal and business don’t get along.
Brie: So it’s not because you have any feelings for me.
Brian sighed and looked at his menu a bit more, his conflicted eyes bouncing from it to Brie’s eyes. “It’s complicated” Brie put her hand on Brian’s and stared into his brown eyes. “Me too”. Brian smiled a bit, gently massaging her thumb with his own.
Brian: Okay yeah, I do have feelings. You’re the first in a long time. And I’m having a hard time dealing with it. So I’ve been playing it off like usual.
Brie: Such the guy thing to do.
Brian: Before we start anything, there’s something you need to know. I’m not ready to talk about it, but when I am you’ll be the first to know.
Brie: Okay. Hey I got you to admit you’re feelings. I’m happy with that…for now.
Brian: So you’re cool to take it slow?
Brie: Sure. Every relationship I have ever been in was rushed.
Brian: You’re 19. Have you ever had a serious relationship?
Brie: Fuck off.
Brian: Now that’s a Brie I recognize.
Brie: You remember when I was dating, John Waterston.
Brian: Yes. He was a senior and you were a freshman. I had already graduated and was working with your dad back when he just rented the church hall a couple of times a week and a couple of his buddies chipped in to cover expenses.
Brie: Yeah. He was serious.
Brian: Sure he was. Serious about getting into your pants.
Brie: He was kind, smart, funny…
Brian: He dumped you for Brenda Ronetti.
Brie: Oh yeah. That skank. Whatever happened to her.
Brian: She married Eddie Goldman.
Brie: Really? The guy she was always publicly ridiculing in the halls?
Brian: I guess she got a peak at his…bank account.
Brie: Yeah, right. He owns like half of Salisbury now. How the hell did you know John dumped me for Brenda?
Brian: Because when I went to kick his ass, that’s who he was making out with.
Brie laughed as the waiter came to take their order. Brian and Brie enjoyed their dinner and conversation, nearly closing out the restaurant. Deciding they had better get home as both of them had to get up early, Brian took Brie home and walked her to her front door.
Brie: I had a really nice time tonight.
Brian: Me too. How about we do something this weekend?
Brie: Yeah, The old theater is playing Gone With the Wind. It’s one of my favorite movies.
Brian: Yeah, Or we could kick back at my place and watch the James Bond Marathon on Spike.
Brie: I hate James Bond.
Brian: I know you do. But a friend would do anything just so she could spend time with me.
Brie: Ah, well played. Fine. When does it start?
Brian: Noon. Saturday.
Brie: I’ll be there.
Brian threw his hand out to shake Brie’s. She rolled her eyes a bit and shook Brian’s hand. “You’re such a dork” Brian then took Brie’s hand and brought it to his face, gently kissing the top of it. “So I’ve been told.” Brie blushed a bit as Brian walked back to his car and drove off. Brie quickly and quietly went into the house. Standing over the sofa, she unbuttoned her skirt, removing it and exposing her thick muscular thighs, and sat on the couch, immediately finding her clit. Trying to be as quiet as possible, she massaged her clit vigorously, using her other hand to slip inside her already dripping vagina. After a minute of her rigorous fondling, Brie came with a small yelp so as not to wake up Kiki. She stood up and began to walk toward her room, remembering to grab her skirt. “It was either a really good or a really bad date” a voice called out from the darkness. Brie shot out a scream in utter shock as Kiki turned on the light.
Brie: What the fuck?! You were supposed to be asleep. And it wasn’t a date.
Kiki: I had to make a potty run. And sure it wasn’t.
Brie: We’re just friends…for now.
Kiki: For now?
Brie: He wants to take it slow. Which is cool. I’ve never done slow before.
Kiki: It’s a lot of ‘sofa time’
Brie: Yeah we should probably make a new rule.
Kiki: It’s your house. You can do that where ever you like.
Brie: I know. But I don’t need you watching me.
Kiki: Fair enough. I’m headed back to bed. See you in the morning. Can I catch a ride with you to work?
Brie: Sure. I leave a 6:00 on the nose.
Kiki: I’ll be there.
Kiki headed upstairs with Brie following her. After a quick change, Brie was laying in bed, her eyes unable to shut. Thinking about her ‘handshake’ with Brian, she began to smile. She rolled over and cuddled with one of her pillows. “Damn that shit was smooth” she thought to herself and she began to lose her battle with the sandman.
Back in Arizona, or more specifically under it, Frank walks into Ivan’s room and taps on the glass. “We found your friend Eva, BJ”
Ivan: I am unfamiliar with this, “BJ”
Frank: Well you can either reference it with a television show from the 70’s or what you used to do to get some borsht on a Saturday night.
Ivan: ha-ha…that is funny little man. You make me laugh.
Frank: It’s more than I can say for you. Eva’s in Kyoto, Japan, talking to Murimoto. He was involved with something called the ‘Trojan Project’.
Ivan: He must like rubber.
Frank hit his trusty electrocution button for 30 seconds. “I will find out what this is all about, Monkey boy, with or without your help. Frank stormed out of the room leaving Ivan with a devilish grin on his face. “Da…you will. But not in time, I don’t think” Ivan chuckled to himself as he closed his eyes and returned to his sleep.
2 b continued.
Brian
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