Housework
"I hate squeezing limes," Brenda grunted. The kitchen was a disaster. She was trying to make key lime pie, Bobby's favorite, but the kitchen was a hot mess, and she was struggling to keep track of her mother's recipe.
Fritz was at work. Brenda promised to clean before her brother arrived. She instead made a big mess. He was going to love this, not that he is expecting anything else.
Joel hopped up on the counter, ready to drink the lime juice.
"Shoo Shoo." She swats him away, and he retires to the couch. "I should have bought a pie."
Ring! Ring!
"Who could that be?" She walked to the door. "Andrea?"
"Hey Brenda. You don't look ready to go."
"Oh shoo1! I forgot. We were supposed to go to the mall. My brother's coming tomorrow, and I have been trying to make a pie and get the house ready, and it's all a disaster."
"It can't be that bad," Andrea said as she let followed Brenda inside. Too soon, she thought as she saw their mess of an apartment and the ratchet mess that was supposed to become a pie. Maybe if it goes into a cocoon for 10 years. "Do you need any help?"
"Yes," Brenda cried out. I just got a lifeline.
Andrea was only half-serious, kind of like when people ask you how you are, but don't want a sob story. Eh! Baking is free, she thought. She took the recipe and booted Brenda from the kitchen.
Brenda went into the guest room. It was a mess. Dirty underwear from her earlier transgression with Fritz. She grabbed all of the clothes and threw them in a hamper. She stripped the bedding and stuck it in the hamper. Books on the shelf, furniture swept, carpet vacuumed. Eventually, the room looked respectable. Brenda headed on to tackle the bathroom next
Andrea likes to whistle while she works. Joel came back to the kitchen, curling around her ankle. What a chubby little thing. Chubby cats are the best. She whisked the ingredients and poured the mixture over the crust. She went to put the pie in. Damn! Brenda didn't even preheat the oven. She needs some help. Maybe she should come to my cooking class. My instructor will hate me. That's it, I'm bringing her.
Bing! The oven was ready to go.
Andrea put in the pie and turned around. God this kitchen is dirty. She started tossing dishes into the dishwasher. Then, wipe down the counters. Eh! I did enough. Andrea found the couch. Her orange buddy joined her.
"Thank you so much. If I had made that pie," Brenda didn't have to finish her sentence. They both knew that her cooking skills were about as good as Joel's.
"Not a problem," Andrea answered, you totally owe em one.
"So what's new with you," Brenda asked, flopping on the other couch.
"Uhhh Nothing."
"Uhh Nothing, sounds like something. Who is he?"
"No one," Andrea lied.
"Is it a she? I didn't know you swung that way. Is it Mikki?" Mikki was really cute. Her flirting made Brenda a little nervous, but she definitely was a beauty.
"No. I don't swing that way? It's not anything yet."
"Not anything serious," Brenda prodded
"Not anything at all. I just think he's nice."
"Oooooh a crush. Crushes are fun. I'm all crushed out, but there's nothing wrong with eye candy."
Andrea threw a pillow at Brenda. "You can't stop can you."
"Nope, not until I learn who has your affections."
"I'm not telling."
"I'll deduce it."
"You don't know him," Andrea lied again.
Brenda smiled. Andrea's throat turned a little red when she lied. "Sure."
Andrea got up to get the pie. "Where's your oven mitt?"
"Uhh," Brenda had no idea.
Andrea searched through drawers and used a dish towel instead. "I'm guessing you don't know where your wire rack is either."
"My what?" Brenda thought of an underwire bra and not a cooling rack.
Never mind. Andrea set the pie on a baking dish and opened the fridge. Nothing but a half-empty bottle of Merlot, some eggs, and something hinky in a drawer. I wonder how Fritz eats in this place. "You have no food."
"Shoot," I was supposed to go grocery shopping.
"You had pie ingredients but no food."
"I got that stuff from a convenience store on the way home from work."
Andrea shook her head, similar to Lana's head-shake in Archer.
"Let's go."
They went to the store. Somehow, Brenda's a pothead who doesn't smoke weed. She's just always eating candy and in a daze, smart as a whip, but never all there. I wonder if weed makes her sober. If only she had met Charlie.
Andrea pulled into the parking lot. "What food do you normally buy?"
"Uhh."
"Never mind." Andrea grabbed a cart and started filling it with normal items, milk, bacon, butter, juice, soda, apples, various veggies, bread, shredded cheese, some microwave dinners for Brenda- maybe she could handle that. "What kind of meat does Fritz like?"
"Cuban chicken from the place on 3rd and Sepulveda?"
Wow! That's a new one. Angela grabbed ground beef and hot dogs. Any idiot could cook this. Little did she know, Brenda failed at microwave soup. She looked at Brenda, checking out the ice cream aisle. Well almost ….
"I don't want collard greens," Rusty pouted.
"You don't have to eat them," Sharon snapped.
"But they smell so bad. They'll stink up the whole house."
"Oh you hush."
Rusty wandered to the ice cream aisle and saw Brenda.
"Rusty, how are you?"
Before he could answer, Brenda hugged him. It was nice to see him again. She could tell that Sharon picked out his clothes. He looked more chic than the last time she had seen him.
"I'm fine. Sharon's trying to kill me with vegetables."
"Gross!" Brenda grabbed a tub of chocolate truffle raspberry.
"Too adventurous for me," Rusty grabbed chocolate chip, a tried and true flavor.
Andrea almost hit Sharon with her cart. "Sorry, oh Captain how are you?"
"I'm doing just peachy."
Andrea didn't believe that for a second. She had to assume Brenda's place, bad enough, and now she has a teenage former prostitute living with her, when she should be free to live it up, not that Sharon knows how to do that anyway.
"How are you?"
"I'm good, just chugging aong."
"How's working with Miss. Atlanta?"
"She's a riot. Lots of fun. Actually she's here now, somewhere. These are her groceries."
Sharon found it surprising that Brenda knew how to have fun at work, but not surprising that someone else was doing her grocery shopping. Sharon peered to the ice cream aisle and spotted Brenda and Rusty chatting, both holding ice cream.
"Ready to go, Rusty."
He glared at her. Always on a schedule. Can't she relax for one minute. "See you later Brenda, he muttered as he walked away."
"I forgot Andrea, crud." She rushed to the cart. "Sorry about that."
"Ready to go."
"Yes. Can we stop by the liquor store on the way home?"
"When did I become a chauffer?"
"Friends help friends."
"Your help sounds like a liabilty."
"One of these days, you will need me, and I will be there."
"Hmmm," Andrea said, that will be a comical day.
They checked out and stopped at a liquor store. Brenda grabbed a 30 rack of Budweiser.
"Throwing a frat party?"
"They're for Bobby."
"You call that helping out a brother."
"What do you recommend? I don't drink beer."
"Beer that is not."
Andrea guided her to the Blue Moon. It's a start.
Brenda grabbed the cans instead of the bottle.
"What's with you and cans?"
"Bobby likes crushing them on his head."
What kind of hillbilly family are the Johnsons? Andrea pondered. "I did my best."
They checked out and headed back to Brenda's home.
They carried the groceries inside "Thanks for all your help."
"Anytime. Not literally," Andrea corrected.
"See you on Monday."
"Asta Pasta." Andrea drove home, to spend her night alone, thinking about one guy she just couldn't get out of her mind.
Fritz pulled in, expecting to see a hot mess for an apartment. He was shocked to see a semi-clean place with food in the fridge and some juice to drink, also a pie.
"When did you become Martha Stewart?"
"When Andrea came over and she became Martha Stewart."
"I thought you two were going shopping."
"I wish I had remembered that."
"You have to be nicer to your friends, Brenda."
"I am nice."
"Smiling when they do stuff for you isn't that nice."
"I do stuff for her too."
"Like what?"
"I bought her a mimosa at brunch the other week, and I helped her..." Brenda couldn't remember anything else she did, but she must have done something. "I know just the thing"
"Care to tell"
"Not yet."
"Cooking doesn't count as nice."
"Oh you hush!"
"Make me."
Brenda accepted his challenge, grabbing his collar and pressing his mouth into hers. Her large lips made quick work of his, and she started nibbling on his lip.
He grunted.
"I said hush." She took off his tie and hooked it around his neck, slowly leading him into the bedroom.
He pushed her down on the bed and took off her shoes. Her small feet were engulfed by his hands and he started to rub them softly.
Brenda normally thought it was a turn-off when guys paid attention to her feet, but Fritz had a perfect touch. She leaned back and enjoyed his work. Her toes had been painted red. He loved that color on her.
His hands slowly worked up to her ankles and he pulled her toes into his mouth, sucking them one at a time.
Brenda leaned back and closed her eyes.
He bit her heels and pushed her knees towards her chest. He flipped on his back, so his head was in between her calf and her thigh, and he started nibbling on her calves.
She groaned as he worked his way up her body. When he reached her face, he gave her a quick kiss and worked his way back down to her knees, pulling off her bra on the way. He stopped and looked at her, wrinkled sundress, hair resting on her shoulders. She was delectable, and he was ready to dig in.
He pushed her legs apart and started kissing her knees and her thighs. After slowly teasing her he hiked up the dress, but ended there. He looked into her Bambi-like eyes and saw her pupils, they were huge.
Brenda was full of excitement and ready for fun. Fritz was the best high she ever had. And now, she was ready to take him in. She flipped him and grabbed his hands, pinning them to the bed. She started gnawing on his neck.
He tried to get on top again but brenda pressed herself into his hips. He knew she wanted to be in control, and he let her be.
She made quick work of his clothes and grabbed his tie off the dresser. Before he knew it, she tied his arms to the headboard with the tie. He started to protest, but then she grabbed his belt and used it to strap his feet together. She had him right where she wanted him, at her mercy.
She started biting all over his chest and legs. She got rougher until she stopped right in front of his throbbing member. She paused, smirked and gently licked him.
He gasped.
She thought about gagging him, but she decided that might be too much for one day. She slowly sucked him into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as he squirmed beneath her. When he was ready to blow, she stopped. She started tickling his feet, and he twisted and jerked around. When he had enough, she went back to sucking him. She alternated between sucking and teasing.
Fritz was covered in sweat, red all over and ready to blow a gasket. He wanted to flip her over and pound her into the next year, but he was helpless.
She saw his plight and felt a little bad, well not that bad. She kissed his throat and could feel how hard his heart was racing." She decided to show mercy on him and went back to his dick. She went to the hilt and started groped his sack until he gushed down her throat.
His eyes almost bulged out of his head and soon, his breathing slowed a little. She untied his feet and then his arms.
"Told you I could make you speechless." She got up to get some ice cream, leaving him a sweaty mess on the bed.
What the fuck, he thought. He did not expect to be tied up when he let her be on top. It was thrilling and a little scary. He can't let his guard down around this woman. He knew that, but somehow, she kept catching him by surprise.
Well, two can play at this game he thought. Suddenly, he knew what he wanted to put on his list. He was going to be playing a lot of games with her. He smiled and closed his eyes.