The Soup Cook (Post-Apocalyptic)

OOC:

Me- Francois "Frankie" Larousse. 24 years of age. French-Canadian. Born in Montreal. Living in St. Paul, Minnesota. Widower. Works in a local soup kitchen with Brittany, a pretty nerd with short, strawberry blonde hair and glasses. Has a secret crush on her.

I just need a Brittany, of course.

This is a Post-Apocalyptic scenario where two formerly platonic friends possibly turn to each other for solace and more. A pandemic rages out of control and rapidly kills 99% of the population. The last one percent must work hard to survive and put aside past differences.

For the past week, due to living expenses, Frankie has already let Brittany crash at his bachelor pad, which is just making things worse for him.

No interest? Damn.

OOC: Brittany, a pretty nerd with short, strawberry blonde hair and glasses. She had turned 20 a few months ago but her body still looked petite and teenage. She wore a red tank top with a dirty brown jacket over it and an equally dirty, thigh length skirt with ripped panty-hoes, She carried a battered satchel with all of her possessions in.

IC: Brittany sat alone at a table in the damaged hall. Although 99% of the population was gone survivors had heard of the soup kitchen and it would get a couple of visitors a day. Most faces she didn't recognize, living was tough now-a-days and people were often traveling from place to place. She would of been just another dirty face in the queue for soup if it wasn't for Francois. He had taken her in after she had gone to him, homeless and desperate. She had been living with him for the past week and she still hadn't had a chance to thank him properly.

As she sat at the damaged table, she watched as he served out portions to the hungry visitors. She had developed a little bit of a crush on him whilst they had been living together but she tried her best to keep it to herself. As she doodled in her notebook the bell rang for the staff break and she saw Francois walk back into the kitchen. Packing her notebook back into the tattered satchel she carried, she rose from the chair and walked sheepishly after him into the kitchen. She was hoping to pull him aside and explain to him how grateful she was that he had helped her. Good people were hard to come by after civilization collapsed.

"Good morning, Brittany. How are you feeling?" Frankie greeted his houseguest/co-worker. He knew that this week had been especially tough on her.

Frankie wondered if she had any idea how much she excited him. She made him want to kiss her, fuck her, and do all kinds of other things to her. Frankie was no slouch in the sex department, but to be honest, he had a thing for smart, nerdy types. Brittany had not only a body, but a brain and a very pleasant manner. She was a very good conversationalist and he wondered if she spoke any French.

Frankie had to admit to himself that he was very smitten with her, but he didn't want her to think that she only lived with him if she slept with him. He didn't toss a girl onto the streets because she wouldn't sleep with him. He wasn't a soup kitchen cook for the money, after all. He did well enough, but he wasn't rich. One had to have a bit of a heart to work there.

In the meantime, Frankie had to control himself and his arousal. His hard-on was not a good thing at work. Yes, he still worked here, but not for money, since money was now useless scrap. Now, he worked here to preserve the lives of the survivors. Someone had to keep an active working. It wasn't the most fancy restaurant that some of these people might be used to, but it was healthy and filling. It was hot, which in St. Paul was nothing to sneeze at. Minnesota winters could be frigid as hell. Not like Canadian winters, but not much different.

Anyway, Frankie just hoped that Brittany didn't see his bulge and get disgusted with him, thinking that he had a dirty mind. He did, but he also had a heart and actually cared about her as a person.

Bump. Is this one dead?

OOC: Sorry about the lack of posts. I've had a lot on my plate at the moment.

IC: As Frankie acknowledged her she swooned a little on the spot. She was becoming more and more distracted by her desire for him and her cheeks glowed a light red as she struggled to control a fire that raged in her underwear. She inverted her knees a little and pulled her notebook back out of her bag to hold in front of her waist, as if there was some way he could possibly see the level of her arousal through her tatty skirt and pantie hoes.

"Pretty good actually." She replied in a sincere manner. She knew how kind he was and she felt intensely grateful of his kindness toward her. She didn't know if it was her childish fantasies running wild or if it was her way of being grateful of his generosity, but she knew that she would do anything for him at this point, and she'd let him do anything to her. She had never felt this way about a guy before and her lack of experience in relationships made her fearful of how he would react if she confessed her true feelings. Suddenly she realized that all the time she had spent spiraling into thoughts of Frankie and herself, she had been stood in an awkward silence with him in the middle of the kitchen.

Blushing a deeper shade of red, she lowered her head and tried to gather as much courage as she could.

"There was something I wanted to say to you as a matter of fact. Is there somewhere we could maybe talk in private?" Her grip tightened on the notebook in front of her and she twisted her foot nervously against the tiles floor. She found it hard to even look him in the eye and instead she took to stupidly biting her lip and looking at his feet, averting his gaze. As she focused on the lower portion of his body she was almost certain she could see his large cock bulging out of the front of his pants. Realizing that thinking of Frankie's magnificent cock was not the smartest thing to do right now, she tightened her grip on the notebook further and looked away from his crotch.

Brittany wasn't even sure of what she would say to him once they were alone. She felt as if just thanking him seemed a little to weak to justify distracting him from his work. Also, she felt as if a verbal thanks wasn't a strong enough gesture to really show her gratification. She knew she had the assets of a pretty 20 year old, even if she was a bit nerdy, and she wanted him to know how lucky he was to have a beautiful young girl available on request, especially in times like this.

Frankie

OOC: Well, I can relate to that, so apology accepted. These things happen. Think no more on it.

IC:

Frankie was a bit shocked at the way that Brittany had approached him, and he naturally wondered she was doing with that notebook. On the other hand, any excuse to talk to or look at this lovely young woman was fine with him. He always did have a weakness for the ladies. And Brittany was a smart one, too. He could appreciate that.

For a second there, he also wondered if she was staring at his cock. Well, if she was, he wouldn't complain. She could look all she wished...but then, she suddenly stopped. Well, that confirmed it, of course. The way that Brittany looked away proved to him that she was staring at his dick. At the risk of being cocky (bad pun, he supposed), his "equipment" wasn't generally an area of complaint for women. It was just other things about him that they often disliked....including his chosen vocation. It always tended to be too unglamorous for most of them in the past (though lately, his interest in nerdy women give him hope to leave that behind). Well, screw them! Frankie loved what he did for a living and he was proud of it.

Anyway, back to Brittany....Frankie realized that he needed to give the poor girl a response. She was sweet and probably just wanted to express her gratitude in the usual ways. He had nothing beyond fantasies to make him think of other feelings toward him on her part. He was likely too old for her, even with such little of a gap. Twenty-year olds would want other college kids.

"Sure, Brittany. Hey, mind if I call you Brit? I just think that it fits you for some reason. I can talk with you in private. If it's about living arrangements, well, there's no rush. You can stay with me as long as you need.

"Thanks for pitching in with the kitchen, by the way. Money's kaput, but people still need to eat. It's not like they can rush out and buy a lot of groceries and we're gonna have to start growing our own food pretty soon just to keep the kitchen going. So any bit of help is much appreciated.

"Meet me near the freezer in a couple of minutes. Then we can talk some more."

Frankie seemed so sincere as he thanked her, as if she was the one doing him a favor. He was too charming for her own good and she knew that right now she had never been more attracted to anyone in her life. She melted a little when he asked to call her Brit. 'A pet name' she thought. 'I would be his pet... I would be his anything... I would let him do anything... I want him to do anything... everything!' Her thoughts were gaining speed and racing around her head as her heart rate increased.

He asked to meet near the freezers in a couple of minutes which was lucky, Brit thought, because a second longer and she could of fainted in his presence. She had to leave the kitchen and get some air during the short moments she had before there meeting. Sitting on the cracked steps outside the building, Brit tried to get her thoughts into order. She had never had any serious relationships her whole life, even before the world blew up in everyone's face, and she had figured that since most of the population was gone the probability of her finding someone to share her life with was pretty slim.

But with Frankie things were different. She wanted him, she was positive on that. He had done so much for her already and she knew his heart was in the right place. Even better still was the fact that he noticed her and appreciated her. That was all she could of asked for and more in a world like this. She was still a virgin. When everything used to be normal she would think about how her first time would happen. She figured it would be awkward and with someone she hardly liked or even knew., just the dregs left at some uni party that had Brit as a last resort. She knew Frankie would treat her right and make it special. All she needed to do was to show him that she was ready and willing.

Putting her notebook back in her satchel, she removed her dirty jacket and held it over her arm as she re-entered the decaying building. She walked through the dining hall and out into the kitchen in the back. Placing her belongings in a corner of the room she moved over to where the freezers were positioned and waited for Frankie with her arms folded. As she waited nervously she decided to un-pin her hair and let it fall down over her shoulders. Prettying her self up as best she could in the reflection of a near by pan, she tried her best to wipe all the dirt from her face and neck. She was pleased with her fairer appearance and after giving herself a brief smile in her reflection she turned to find Frankie stood directly behind her.

The shock of his presence made her jump in shock and as she knocked the pans behind her she accompanied their noisy clanging with a high pitched squeak. Now she was obscenely embarrassed and hung her head low as her cheeks turned a fiery shade of red and everyone else in the kitchen turned to inspect the disturbance.

Frankie

"Are you okay, Brit? You look like you'd seen a ghost. Okay, bad choice of words. But you know what I mean. Okay, let's get a little more privacy and talk."

Frankie asserted himself and got more of that. This was important. This could be love, after all. What mattered more than that?

"Brit, I'm ready to listen. Fire away. What you have to say is very important to me, anyway. You know that you can talk to me. Always. I consider you a good friend already, at least."

Frankie wondered if she would catch his hint about the "at least" part. He also wondered how she would react to it if she did.

Brit was a little shook up after her recent humiliation and she stammered slightly as she began to speak.

"Well.. It's just that..." She twisted her foot awkwardly against the floor and stared at the tiles, feeling her face growing hotter and hotter. She tried her best to calm her self down and gave her best attempt at formulating a full sentence. "I.. uh... I'm really happy that you regard me as a good friend. It's hard to find decent people in times like these but I feel as if we have something stronger than that.. than just plain friendship.' She wasn't sure if she was making any sense to him and she worried that she was coming on too strong. "What I'm trying to say is that I'm grateful, really grateful." Her tone changed as she spoke the last to words. She become serious but with a slightly suggestive under tone. "And I want you to know that if there is anything I can do to begin to repay you, anything at all...' Her voice changed again as she finished her sentence and she even took a small step closer to him.

"I would be more than willing to do it for you."

Frankie

Well....that couldn't be any plainer than the bread that Frankie baked with his soups, stews, and chowders. While there was an element of pragmatism in her proposition, he also sensed some sincere gratitude and even desire. It was the last thing which gave him permission to do what he did next.

Frankie kissed Brit full on the mouth....tasting her lips for the first time ever. It was a truly warm, wonderful experience, at least for him. He hoped that she felt it as well. He started out with a kiss, but because he had honest feelings for her, but also because he wondered it to be clear that it was more than lust at work. If they did this, he hoped for love as well as heat.

"I've wanted to do that for a good while now," he declared.