SEE WHAT MADE GWEN SO HOT

Made with one slice of white American cheese and one slice of yellow American cheese.  

Two slices of yellow or two slices white American cheese and grilled to perfection.   

One slice of Swiss cheese and one slice of baby Swiss cheese with a layer of our homemade coleslaw piled in between them.   

A slice of provolone cheese and a slice of Asiago cheese grilled using our homemade garlic butter until the cheese begins to melt.

Then each sandwich is cut into quarters and served with a side of our signature sauce.  

Our Classic Grilled Cheese or All American Grilled Cheese made with Texas toast and double the cheese

Two slices of pepper jack cheese with a layer of sliced jalapeno peppers between them.  

We start out with two slices of Yellow or White American cheese with slices of hearty beefsteak tomatoes. Then we add three strips of our oven fried bacon (Pork it Up) or turkey bacon (Fowl it Up).

Two slices of Yellow or one slice of Yellow and one slice of White or two slices of White American cheese is all that stands between one slice of Provolone or Asiago cheese and one slice of Swiss or Baby Swiss cheese.  

Select any three cheeses plus any  three breads. Then we grill it for you, until its golden brown. And if you want real bacon, just tell us to Pork it Up or to Fowl it Up, if you prefer the turkey bacon instead.

Lastly, we’ll finish your sandwich off any way you like it with one of our Standard Finishers. Which are listed below along with our Homemade Coleslaw.   

You get all seventeen cheeses plus three breads, of your choice. Then it’s all grilled to perfection. And if you want real bacon, just tell us to Pork it Up or to Fowl it Up, if you prefer the turkey bacon instead.

Lastly, we’ll finish your sandwich off the way you like it, with one of our Standard Finishers listed below.

Fresh – Slowly blended egg whites and EVOO create fresh Homemade Mayonnaise. 

Mayo – Hellmann's Real Mayonnaise.

Real – Kraft Real Mayonnaise.

Whip – Miracle Whip Salad Dressing.

No Fat – Hellmann's Fat Free Mayonnaise.

Free – Kraft Fat Free 1,000 Island Salad Dressing.

Yellow – French’s Yellow Mustard.

Brown – Gulden’s Spicy Brown Mustard.

Dijon – Grey Poupon Dijon Mustard.

Horse – Heinz Premium Horseradish Sauce.

Oil – EVOO (Extra Virgin Olive Oil) mixed with both Red and White Wine Vinegar.

The LOT Finisher

Which includes (Lettuce – a special blend of iceberg and romaine, with slices red and white Onions plus green scallions, along with hearty slices of beefsteak Tomato’s.

The STOP Finisher

Which offers (Spinach, hearty slices of beefsteak Tomato’s, with slices of red and white Onions plus green scallions along with Pepper rings  cut from red, green, orange and yellow bell peppers).

The PLOTS Finisher

That combines both the LOT and STOP finishers without double tomato's and onions. But still includes (Pepper rings cut from red, green, orange and yellow bell peppers, Lettuce – a special blend of iceberg and romaine, with slices of red and white Onions plus green scallions, along with hearty slices of beefsteak Tomato’s and Spinach).

Unless of course you want us to add double onions and tomatoes to your Grilled Cheese Sandwich. If so, then just ask us for the STOP/LOT finisher instead.

It was a little over a month since Sheri and I officially split, but remained friends. And it was because we were still friends that we occasionally hooked up for a booty call. Man it was great to have a friend that comes with benefits too. But anyway, back to the story.

When I first met Gwen I really wasn't out looking for anyone because Sheri and I were still hooking up at least twice a week. And the only reason we had to split up was because I made Mike look like a total ass and a big lazy mooch.

You see, during the entire time that Sheri and I were dating, I paid her share of the rent and utilities. This allowed her to pocket her own cash and to make triple payments on her student loans. But when Sheri accidentally let it slip out, Karen told Mike about it. And everything between the four of us rapidly started going down hill from there. And it was also very quickly spiraling out of control too. Well anyway, back to the story.

I was wondering through a flea market, some Virginia locals call them swap meets. But none the less, I was looking for a stuffed monkey, some sort of stuffed crustacean like a crab, a clam, a shrimp, or a lobster and a stuffed banana. I was looking for these stuffed creatures to use as props to assist me when picking up chicks.

Now picture this, a dude (played by myself) carrying this stuffed monkey around. And he’s going up to random chicks asking if they were interested in spanking my monkey. Then it they asked which one, I would just simply respond with it's your choice. Or if I had the banana, I would ask it they wanted to nibble on my banana. But once again, back to the story.

This hot looking chick was working one of the stalls and selling 8-track tapes for $3.00 each or 2 for $5.00. Some of them were new, but most were used and she also had duplicate copies of a couple of them. It was just too bad that I recently installed duel AM/FM cassette players in my van, or I might have been more interested in the 8-track tapes.

But it was the chick that I wanted to play with and not her 8-track tapes. And I could very easily think of at least eight things that I wanted to do to her. Topping that list was sticking my cock in her cunt and running a close second was sticking my dick in her mouth. And third, was just tangling my ten fingers deep in her long dark brown hair.

Fourth on my list were trying to stick as many of those same fingers in her pussy. While the fifth option was to make her guess what finger I just stuck in her ass. With my sixth choice was fucking her doggie style and slowly sliding one of my digits in and out of her ass.

Then for my seventh selection, I would have her suck my cock after it slid out of her freshly fucked pussy coated with our combined love making juices. And lastly or bringing up the rear, so to speak. And although I’ve never done or even attempted this before, trying to shove my cock in her ass.

She was about five foot eight, just a tad shorter than I was and looked right around 140 pounds or so. She had dark brown hair that stopped halfway between her grapefruit sized tits and her belly button. She had emerald green eyes and was wearing a white halter-top with a pair of daisy duke style blue jeans shorts.

And even though she wasn’t wearing any makeup, she still looked absolutely adorable. And since I prefer natural beauty over the store bought variety anyway, I just had to hook up with this girl.

After I walked up to her stall, I simply said. “Hello, my name is Larry. What’s yours?”

And with an almost expressionless look on her face. This stunning young lady quickly said. “My name is Gwen. And if your not her to buy any tapes. I don’t have time for games.”

Now with this brief and somewhat cordial introduction, I asked Gwen one very bold and brash question by saying. “This is a swap meet right?”

And when Gwen replied, “Yes it is.”

I continued with. “Then would you like to swap spit with me?”

While Gwen was just standing there and giving me the blank deer caught in the headlight look, I asked again. “Do you want to swap spit with me? You know swap DNA? Let me stick my hot-dog in your bun? Or knock boots?”

But once Gwen tried to hide a smile with her hand, I knew that I had her. So I asked. “How many of these 8-tracks do you need to sell today to break even or make a profit?”

Gwen quickly responded with. “It cost me $20.00 to rent the stall for the day. But my boyfriend Don and I broke up last week, so I'm flat broke. And I spent every last bit of my cash just to get here and rent this.”

Now that I was truly feeling sorry for Gwen, I pulled $50.00 cash American out of my wallet, and said. “Pick out 20 tapes for me that you think I might like and I’ll be right back.”

As I quickly left Gwen’s stall, I made a quick pass through the entire flea market. I was looking for those stuffed animals that I wanted. Plus if any of them were here, I wanted to buy them before I spent the rest of my cash on more 8-track tapes that I didn’t even have a player for. And since I didn’t find any of the stuffed animals I wanted, or for that matter, anything else that I wanted more then Gwen. I headed back towards her stall.

After I returned empty handed, I devised this wicked plan to get Gwen to sleep with me. So I made my pitch, and said. “If I can make you laugh in less then five minutes, you and I need to leave this place and have a little swap meet of our own. We can either swap spit, DNA, jokes, dirty sex stories or whatever else you feel comfortable with. And if I don't make you laugh, I will buy the rest of your 8-tracks right here and now.”

But it was also a truly bold gamble, because I didn’t have enough cash with me to cover buying all of her tapes. And I seriously doubted that Gwen would accept a check from a dude that she just met less than thirty minutes ago.

But after all, Gwen did try to hide a smile earlier. And this time, it was Gwen's flushing cheeks that totally gave her away. So I knew that she was at least intrigued if not totally interested in my proposition. So I decided to use an updated and dirty version of a classic tongue twister on Gwen.

Plus I made a few minor alterations to the original text to better suit my current needs. And since I also wanted to tip the scales in my favor, I decided to throw in some hand gestures too. So I either pointed to our bodies or to specific body parts while I spun this truly wicked tale for Gwen. You will instantly know which classic old tongue twister I’m referring to, once you hear the beginning of it.

Starting out with the first verse, I pointed to myself and said, “Pepin Piper’s.”

Then after pointing at my crotch, I continued with. “Perfect penis pounded.”

This time I pointing to Gwen and said, “Peppercorn Patties.”

Next I pointed down towards Gwen’s crotch, and finished up with, “Pulsating Pussy.”

And that first verse got a very nice smile out of Gwen. So I quickly moved on to the second verse, by pointing at me again while saying. “If Pepin Pipers.”

Pointing to my dick again, “Perfect penis pounded”

Then pointing at Gwen, I said. “Peppercorn Patties.”

Pointing down at Gwen twat again, I said “Pulsating pussy.”

And as Gwen started chuckling; I finished with the last verse with. Making a cradle rocking motion with my arms out in front of my body, “Then where's the puny protege that.”

Pointing at me, while saying, “Pepin Pipers.”

Then pointing at my dick, I said, “Perfect Penis.”

Now pointing back at Gwen, I said, “Peppercorn Patties.”

Lastly pointing down at Gwen cunt a third time, I said. “Pulsating pussy procreated.”

But even before I finished with the third verse, Gwen was laughing her ass off. And when she stopped laughing, Gwen asked. “Even though you clearly won hands down, I would like to stay and finish out the day. We can always have our own little swap meet later, if that’s alright with you?”

And I simply replied. “Miss if you want to stay and sell more tapes, who am I to stop you? Plus, I’m simply a mere mortal and totally at the disposal of a goddess. Can I at least buy you lunch though? I saw a corn dog stand about nine stalls down on the left.”

Giggling now, Gwen said. “I’m no goddess. And as long as you don't try to pound them into my pulsating pussy.”

Laughing now, I simply and honestly replied. “Once I get you out of those daisy dukes, all promises and bets are off.”

Laughing too, Gwen responded with. “I’ll have a corn dog, one of those giant salted pretzel, and a large coke to wash it down with. That is, if you don’t mind kind sir?”

Still laughing, I replied, “Sounds good to me. I will get you one corn dog for your pulsating pussy, one giant pretzel to hang off my perfect penis and one large coke to clean ourselves up with, once we’re finished.”

Gwen laughing her ass off again tried to hand me some money. But I simply walked away and said. “Keep your coppers. For this quest, we need actual coin of the realm. And it’s my treat. Plus it will be well worth it to watch you eat a giant salted pretzel off my rock hard perfect penis.”

Gwen giggling said, “Or not.”

Then I slowly started walking away in the direction of the corn dog stand. When I returned, Gwen and I sat down in her rented stall and ate our lunch. Gwen and I talked about everything under the sun, plus a few things above it too. That's also when I found out that she was staying with Greg and Melody, her friends. All because it was Don’s apartment that she shared before they split.

And after I found out that they only had a one bedroom flat and that Gwen was staying on their couch. I had to have a big brain to little brain conversation with Pepin about this very disturbing situation. So using my inside voice, I told myself, “We cannot forge ahead with this budding relationship if we have to share a couch in an apartment that belongs to someone else.”

Pepin, if you couldn’t tell by now. Was the pet name I chose for my penis, because of my updated and dirty tongue twister, he quickly countered with. “It worked out well when you and Helen shared a couch at Lance and Lilly's house.”

Putting my foot down, I continued with. “But it didn't work with Sheri. And we shared a whole room in Karen and Mike’s apartment. Plus, I don’t want to take the chance of messing this relationship up. And just for the record, being the big brain, I’m the boss of this dynamic duo.”

Fortunately for both us and plus with the constantly shifting of military members transferring their families in and out. Virginia has a lot of places that offer short term leases. Gwen and I would simply turn one of these short-term leases into a short-term love nest. And by the way, I was so hungry I ate my whole pretzel leaving nothing to hang off my swollen cock later tonight.

Trying to make a mental note to buy another pretzel before we left the flee market today. And while I carried on the conversation with myself, I failed to notice that Gwen stashed about two thirds of her pretzel in her purse. Plus also during lunch, Gwen and I continued hawking tapes the entire time.

At one point during our talk, I said. “I was planning on renting a place for a few months. And you are more then welcomed to stay with me, if you wanted to of course.”

That’s when Gwen gave me a quick peck on the cheek, our first kiss, and said. “Thank you.”

Giggling Gwen asked. “How about we save me playing the part of a seductress for another time? I just want you to fuck me tonight. Actually there are only a couple of hours left anyway. So why don’t we just close up shop now and head over to your van, so you can fuck me.”

And once my brain processed that tiny tidbit of information, it opened the safety valve and sent gallons of blood racing down to my groin and Pepin.

Giggling now myself, I quickly replied. “I am just your humble servant, my goddess. And if my lovely goddess wants me to fuck her now, then it is now that I will fuck you.”

As Gwen giggling again, she said. “Larry, I keep telling you I’m no goddess.”

So I simply replied. “Well in that case, my beautiful, I’m not a goddess. I still can’t wait until we get to my van before I start fucking you.”

And it took us less than five minutes to pack up all the remaining tapes and to close up shop. Then it took Pepin less than a minute to absorb all the added blood that my big brain sent down to my little brain. And the reinforcement of blood to my already stiff shaft caused me even more pain.

Just as I was about to reach in my jeans to make another quick adjustment, Gwen very lightly touched my arm and asked “You promised that I could do that for you, didn’t you?”

But I was hoping that Gwen didn't notice exactly how her soft touch affected me on the outside. But on the inside, the touch of Gwen's hand sent a jolt of electricity throughout my entire body.

Plus the added surge of energy caused me to quickly activate my Ancient Chinese Secret (ACS) and threw me into complete lock-down mode. And after a few short heartbeats passed, I simply said. “Just be gentle with Pepin, he doesn't know you yet.”

But part of me wanted Gwen's hand to linger in my pants while she adjusted Pepin. And it was the common sense part of me knew that if she did. Pepin would explode and spew his hot viscous fluid all over her unsuspecting hand.

And that's exactly what happened once Gwen wrapped her delicate fingers around Pepin’s firm shaft. I lost the tiny little shred of self-control that I had left.

Also to Gwen's credit, she was a trooper and kept her fist wrapped around my pulsing shaft until my balls were empty and stopped pumping my baby making butter into my pants and all over Gwen’s soft unsuspecting hand.

After giggling and while Gwen was slowly removing her fully coated hand, she said. “Well Larry, I guess that I wasn't the only one who was excited about fucking tonight.”

Shyly, I just said. “I’m sorry. I was thinking about making love to you ever since we first met.” 

Still giggling, Gwen said. “At least now we can start looking for a place thirty minutes earlier.” 

Then Gwen slowly took her panties off her wrist and started wiping my recently discarded cum from her hand.

Laughing I cut in and replied. “That's what I like, a woman who’s always thinking. And can turn a negative into a positive.”

When Gwen finished wiping off Pepin’s pungent puss, she said. “I don't consider this a negative at all. I think of it as an insurance policy.”

Serious now, I asked, “How so?”

Gwen simply replied. “I now know that I can tease you all day long. And if you still refuse to fuck me, I won’t touch Pepin either.”

Laughing again, I said. “Baby, I can assure you of this. If you touch Pepin again, he’ll be more than ready to pound your Pulsating Pussy.”

Giggling, Gwen said. “Well at least now your jeans are just as sticky as my shorts are. Not bad for a hard days work, out in the sun selling eight-track tapes.”

Giggling too, I replied. “But at least I have a clean set of clothes to change into, back in my van. And if you’re nice, I have a set for you too.”

Quickly putting her hands on her hips, Gwen asked. “And just what do I have to do to be nice?”

Smiling, I simply replied. “Just give me a kiss on the cheek or lips. It could be a long kiss or a short one. It doesn’t matter, just one kiss.”

And when all I got was a very quick peck on the cheek. I guessed that Gwen was still unsure if I would live up to my end of the bargain and give her a clean set of clothes to wear. But a deal is a deal as far as I’m concerned.

So I quickly asked. “Would you prefer to wear a pair of powder blue jogging pants and an old pale blue t-shirt or a set of light blue scrubs?”

Yes I went out and bought another pair, since Sheri and I always shared the light green set when I slept over. And when we split, I let her keep them to remind her of me. Along with all the good times that we had while wearing or not wearing them.

And after thinking about it for a few seconds, Gwen said. “It doesn’t matter to me, they are both going to look baggy on me anyway.” 

So, I quickly replied. “The light blue scrubs for the beautiful young lady, it’s an excellent choice.”

As we slowly started walking towards the parking lot and my van, I asked. “I’m over there. It’s the bright orange sun spot that’s shaped like a Ford E100 Econoline van, about six rows over. But I need to take a shower before I change into clean clothes. Because I think that I’m quite a bit stickier than you are. Care to join me in a semi private shower, or would you prefer to take a private one?”

Giggling Gwen asked. “What’s the difference?”

And I quickly replied. “In the semi private shower, I will be joining you. While the private shower, you will be in there all by yourself.”

Still giggling, Gwen replied. “Which do you prefer, since I’m only a guest?”

Laughing I quickly said. “I prefer the semi private one; because you have someone to help you reach all those hard to get areas.”

Laughing too, Gwen responded with. “I bet that I can show you a few more of those hard to reach spots if you like.”

Still laughing, I simply said. “I can hardly wait.”

Once we arrived at my van, I unlocked the side doors and tucked the boxes of unsold tapes and Gwen's cigar box full of cash inside. Then I asked Gwen to jump in and make herself at home, as I walked around and unlocked the back doors too.

And sitting on top of my spare tire was a modified hula-hoop that I use to suspend the white vinyl shower curtain from. The hula-hoop by itself was just too small to use with one person, let alone with two full sized adults inside. So I cut it into quarters, and used some heater hose to expand it into a larger square with rounded corners.

Next I removed two pieces of 2x4’s, that were rolled up in cloth that matched the drapes inside my van and two 2x6’s that did not. The 2x6’s fit on the outside edge of the side doors and in between them towards the top. And were used to keep the wind from accidentally closing the doors and got attached to then 2x4’s closest to my van.

While the set of 2x4’s with the drapes attached, did the same thing, except they went above the doors closest to my van. And the matching lumber of each set went between the bottoms of the doors to do exactly the same thing. Then each of the 2x4’s or 2x6’s had a pair of eye bolts screwed into them to attach bungy cords. 

I had to add these later because stupid idiots kept trying to pull the dam thing down. Just to see what was going on inside my shower. I guess that bare feet always meant naked girls to some people. 

But the bungy cords also allowed me to keep some tension between the top and bottom 2x4’s as well. Plus it also gave me a place to anchor the 2x6’s to the 2x4's, then the 2x4’s untimely to my van too.

Next, I attached bungy cords to each 2x4 eye bolt and then to the matching eye bolts both inside my van for the top. And underneath it, for the eyebolts on the bottom 2x4 and now that the frame was done and secure. It was finally time to set up the shower.

As I tossed up the modified hula-hoop above the doors so the seam of the shower curtain faced the inside of my van and the drapes. Next I pulled out two shower mats and placed the smaller one down in the parking lot. And the larger one was used to help protect the van's carpet where the shower curtains met.

Gwen laughing just asked. “Is it your design?”

Laughing back at her, I said. “Yes it is. Though I haven't tried it with three adults yet, but there is enough room for two. Care to join me?”

As I placed three one-gallon milk jugs filled with water up on the platform bed and locked the back doors. Then after moving across the bed, I joined Gwen in the middle section of my van. Then I explained how the whole shower system worked.

While pointing at the seam in the curtain, I said. “Gwen that this is were we would be getting in and out of the shower from. And that the shower mat protected the carpet and allowed us a place to sit down as we got in and out of the shower. Next I explained how the bungy cords worked to keep the idiots from trying to rip the darn thing down while we were in there, just to see what was going on inside.”

And after moving the gallon jugs of water closer to the opening, I continued by saying. “The other shower mat is used to protect our bare feet from the crap that’s in the parking lot. And the gallons of water here are what we would be using to wash and rinse off with.”

Opening the drawers on both sides of my step cooler, I pulled out the soap and shampoo. Then the two white towel sets, the set of light blue scrubs, the pair of powder blue jogging pants and an old pale blue T-shirt.

Then as I started to strip down to my birthday suit, I said. “I wasn't expecting company, so all I have is deodorant soap and some apple scented shampoo. I hope you don't mind? And I thought you were going to join me?”

Giggling, Gwen quickly said. “I guess I’m just not used to being naked in parking lots yet. Is it OK if I just watch you though?”

Laughing, I simply replied. “It’s a whole lot easier to watch from the inside. But if my goddess would rather use her x-ray vision, who am I to stop her.”

Adding her laughter to mine, Gwen quickly replied. “Larry, I’m not a goddess and I don't have x-ray vision either. But, I do have an idea though.”

As I stepped out of my van naked as the day I was born, I asked. “What’s that?”

And while I was pouring some water on my junk and lathering up a washcloth, Gwen started giggling, and asked. “How’s this?”

She was lying flat on her stomach with just her head poking out through the seam in the shower curtain. Chuckling, I replied. “That looks like the perfect position to give me a blowjob.”

As I continued washing my cock and balls, then started rinsing off. Gwen started laughing and asked, “And how about this one?”

She had rolled over onto her back with her head hanging off the side of my van and into the shower. Adding my laughter to hers, I asked. “Is my very lovely young goddess now requesting a tea-bagging?”

As I slowly poured more of the rinsing water on my package and finished my homemade birdbath style shower.

Giggling Gwen started to fidget inside my van. And although I tried to see what was going on inside, I couldn’t tell exactly what she was doing in there.

But as I reached in to grab a towel, I noticed that Gwen had removed her shorts and replaced them with the scrub bottoms. And as I started protesting, I quickly said. “Hey, you saw me naked. But I didn't get to see your birthday suit yet.”

Gwen quickly removed her halter-top and then very slowly replaced it with the scrub top, while saying. “Do you feel better now?”

And Gwen’s grapefruit sized breasts had light pink half dollar sized areolas with pert little nipples that matched her areola color perfectly. 

Laughing I simply said. “Well, at least I can’t complain about not seeing you naked anymore. Though I only got to see your top half. I guess that I will have to start wishing that I can hold your naked body from now on, just to see the rest of it.”

After we asked to see the apartment first, Gwen and I followed Roy holding hands. Plus we were very hopeful to finally see our three month love shack. And when Roy opened the door to this place, it had a five-foot long by five-foot wide mudroom. Up north, they are normally used to remove your shoes, boots and other outerwear before one actually enters the house or apartment.

After Roy removed his shoes, Gwen and I did the same thing. This room had a two-seat bench on one side of it and a full-length mirror next to a row of coat pegs on the other. And this alcove also had a slate tile floor with a long rubber mat for shoes in front of the mirror and the coat pegs.

But once we entered the actual apartment, it literally took mine and Gwen's breath away. There was this spacious dining/living room combo. It had a leather sectional sofa with reclining chairs at either end. It was light brown and L-shaped. This sofa was large enough for Gwen and me to lie side by side or end to end on comfortably. And a pair of clear coated pine wood end tables accented it.

Off the living room was a small linen closet next to a two-piece bathroom. The closet had three shelves that started at waist level and ended about two-feet from the ceiling. The bathroom would be considers a guest bathroom, because all it had was a commode and a sink that was surrounded by a small two-door cabinet.

Then off to the side, and in a corner was a large matching reclining chair that gave me an instant boner once I saw it. Because in that brief instant. I saw Gwen and I wrapped up in each other’s arms lying naked in it, right after we finished making love.

Gwen started giggling as soon as she saw the tent pole I was sporting and quickly asked. “What did I do this time?”

I quickly put my index finger up to my lips, signaling Gwen to be quiet. Because most jogging pants are designed to be baggy, my cock was still sticking out like a sore thumb. When Roy turned around to see what Gwen was giggling about, I had no time to hide my arousal. But when Roy quickly commented by saying. “If Larry likes the living room so much, Gwen you’re going to love the kitchen.”

That's when Gwen and I looked at each other very sheepishly and both started laughing.

After we settled down, Roy motioned for us to come over and take a look. But before we got there, Gwen and I momentarily stopped to admire the dining room. It had an oval cherry wood table with four matching captain's chairs around it. 

Off in the far corner was a curio style china cabinet. It had four drawers under a glass upper section, and although it didn't match the table and chairs exactly. I was close enough for government work.

And under the only window in the dining room was a waist high eight-drawer white sideboard cabinet. The cabinet had two rows of drawers that were four drawers high. Both rooms had hardwood floors and a real nice Oriental rug filled the gap between them.

When we finally reached Roy, the kitchen made my heart skip a beat. And as I pulled Gwen closer to me, I kissed her earlobe and said. “It’s almost as beautiful as you are.”

Giggling Gwen hugged me back hard, indicating that she liked it too. It was a wide galley style kitchen, meaning that all of the appliances and cabinets were on the same side. I could easily see three people working in here at the same time. As the sink, stove and refrigerator were spaced far enough apart to avoid most common cooking collisions.

And at the far end of the kitchen was another mudroom/entryway. It was much smaller than the main entrance and it also lacked the bench and mirror. Plus the backdoor opened into a thirty-foot by thirty-foot fenced in yard. That would be perfect for a small or medium sized dog to play in. Plus a couple of kids and a good-sized barbecue too.

But if this was actually my house, I would cut an opening between the dining room and kitchen because they both shared the same wall. Then I would turn that opening into a breakfast nook with four chairs or stools, two on each side.

And with a large oval tabletop, this eating area could also be used as a food transfer portal between the kitchen and dining area. Plus it would make a very nice staging area for buffet style lunches and dinners.

This could also become the main focal point of all sorts of parties and family gatherings too. And as Gwen was checking out the cabinets and drawers, I was admiring the vinyl flooring. It was made up with foot by foot white squares that were surrounded by a half inch golden boarder. When Gwen was finished checking out the cupboard space, she gave me a great big hug and kiss before saying. “It’s perfect.”

And I quickly replied. “Yes it’s perfect just like you are.”

Then Roy quickly cut in, by saying. “All we have left is the upstairs and the bedrooms. Please follow me.”

Once we got upstairs and turned back towards the front. Roy opened the door to the first bedroom. Then I quickly thought about Ozzy and Harriet. Because it had twin beds that looked like they were made out of a dark maple, and were separated by a pair of night tables. The twin beds looked like they might have actually been bunk beds at one time.

And at the foot of each bed was a matching chest/bench combination. And on the wall above the mudroom was the matching mirrored dressing table and chair. It was centered between two windows that overlooked the parking lot. Each side of the dressing table had four small drawers and a larger center one. And it reminded me of an executive’s desk more then a ladies dressing table.

Next to the closet was a matching pair of six-drawer high chests of drawers or dresser. The floor of this room was covered with a wall to wall medium to dark brown shag rug. Though I would have chosen a lighter colored carpet to offset the dark furniture, or at least went with white pine or lighter maple bedroom set.

When Roy opened the door to the closet, I just had to make a comment on the side by side bunk beds by saying. “Look Gwen, whenever you’re feeling frisky, you can come over and join me in my bed. And the other 23 hours a day, I’ll be sleeping in your bed with you.”

When Gwen stopped giggling, she simply replied. “Larry, are you sure that it wouldn’t be the other way around?”

And Gwen’s little comment caused all three of us to start laughing this time. After a few minutes passed, Roy piped in with. “This is the guestroom, but if you want to make it the master bedroom, who am I to judge.”

Right next to the guestroom and right above the downstairs bathroom was a pretty good-sized three-piece bathroom. It had a small linen closet inside plus an enclosed corner shower stall. It also had a pedestal sink and a commode.

But the entire room, from floor to ceiling was covered with tiles. The ceiling and walls had black and white six-inch tiles laid out in a checkerboard pattern. While the floor was covered with white one-foot square tiles. And this room actually reminded me of my old high school boy's locker room back in Syracuse.

And when Gwen and I first saw it, we almost said guest bathroom at exactly the same time. I guess we'll have to start working on our timing whenever we get a chance too. Even though we were close, Gwen and I still weren’t quite spot on yet.

Then Roy was standing at the other end of a short hallway, he asked. “Are you guys ready to see the master suite?”

Laughing, I said. “As long as they didn't use the same tile and color pattern that they did in the guest bathroom.”

When Roy and Gwen stopped laughing, Roy replied. “I can assure you that they didn’t.”

And when Gwen and I saw the master bedroom, our jaws almost hit the floor. It had wall to wall light brown shag carpet. Then centered right between the two windows that overlooked the backyard, was a queen-sized four-post cherry wood bed. And the bed matched the rest of the ten-piece furniture set that looked absolutely stunning sitting on top of the lighter colored carpet.

At the foot of the bed were two small bench style seats that could easily be used for sitting on while you were either getting dressed or undressed. And on either side of the bed was a one-drawer night table with door below that. Just in case you wanted to hide something larger from the unsuspecting eyes of your partner.

Then on both sides of the closet door stood a five-drawer high chest of drawers, with the bottom drawer of each one being twice as deep as the four upper drawers were. The master suite also had a combination dressing table and hutch with a matching chair. The lower section had four drawers, two on each side with a larger center one. And the upper section was mirrored and had four shelves, also with two on each side.

Gwen slowly walked around the entire bedroom making sure that she touched every single piece of furniture in it. Plus Gwen almost acted like she was in dream that she never waned to wake up from. But on the other hand, I had a completely different kind of dream running through both my head and loins.

And in that dream, I wanted to tie Gwen to all four posts while I was having my evil and wicked way with her. Just like I did to Sheri on more than one occasion with her tied to her canopy bed. Except this time I wanted Gwen to return the favor and tie me up that way too.

Now with that thought bouncing between my ears, my brain immediately started sending a steady stream of heated blood back down to Pepin. And in less than a minute I had another raging hard.

When Roy turned and asked. “Do you want to see the master bath or the closet first?”

And he quickly started laughing, before saying. “It looks like Larry likes the master bedroom much better than he did the guest bedroom after all.”

When Gwen turned around to face us, she immediately started giggling as she gazed upon my tented jogging pants again. But without skipping a beat I asked, “How about we take a look at the master bathroom first?”

Now with my choice made, Roy opened the door and quickly stepped aside. The floor was covered with light tan 12-inch square tiles, while the walls were covered with 6-inch square white tiles. And every fourth row was done in light tan tiles that matched the color of the floor. After the third row of light tan tiles the walls were capped off with a single row of white end tiles.

Except in the shower/tub combination, where they almost went to ceiling, which was done in the same light tan colored 6-inch square tiles that accented the walls. Here to, the tiles ended just past the shower rod with a single row white end tiles.

Just as Pepin was starting to calm down, I suddenly pictured Gwen stepping out of the shower all primped and primed for fucking. And with that vision front and center, my brain immediately sent another gallon of fresh blood racing down to fill the void in my semi soft penis. Trying to hide my latest arousal from Roy, I gently poked Gwen in the side with my stiffened cock to get her attention.

But when Gwen started giggling again, she quickly spilled the beans and caused Roy to poke his head back inside the bathroom. Now this was the third time in the last 30 minutes that Roy boner busted me with an enormous hard on.

And Gwen appeared to be having a blast seeing me that way. Then after all the giggling, laughing and sly comments were made, I simply told a little white lie, and said. “Today was the first time that Gwen and I have seen each other in a very long time.”

Once Gwen started to giggled again, I slipped her my stink eye. Because we both knew that this was the first day that we've been together in our lives. But Roy didn't need to know that tiny little tidbit, at least not yet.

After clearing my throat, I asked. “Could we see the closet now?”

Roy simply chuckled once again as he replied. “Sure.”

Then opened the door to a very roomy walk in closet, It was carpeted with the same color rug that matched the master bedroom. Along the back wall was a single clothes rod hanging below a thick wooded shelf. The rod was supported by six hangers that were screwed into the bottom of the shelf above it. And both of the closet sidewalls contained an upper and lower clothing rod that were supported in a similar fashion. 

Each of these rods appeared to be high enough to hang pants, shirts, blouses or skirts on. While the main clothes rod could be used to hang longer articles of clothing. And the thick shelves looked like they could easily support many pairs of shoes and whatever hung below them.

And when Roy turned around this time, he asked. “So, what do you guys think?”

Quickly followed by, “And will you take it?”

As I looked deep into Gwen’s stunning emerald green eyes, I noticed that they started to tear up. Because I wasn’t sure if they were tears of joy or sadness, I asked. “Roy, could we have a few minutes alone?”

But before Roy left, he said. “Don't take too long. It's the last one we have left.”

As Roy walked out of the bedroom, I grabbed Gwen around the waist and pulled her tight against me. Once I heard the front door close, I asked. “Baby, what's wrong?”

Gwen still teary eyed, said. “This is my first apartment. I mean the first one that I had any say in. I know that it’s your apartment too, and that you’ll be the one paying the rent and stuff. But someone else has always picked out the other places that I’ve lived in. And I just stayed there.”

After Gwen wiped the tears from her eyes, she simply said. “Larry, I want you to promise me, that you will fuck me in each and every room in this apartment, even the closets too. At least once before we have to move out.”

Holding Gwen tighter against me I replied. “Darling, if I cold make love to you in each and every room in this apartment, even the closets every day I would. I just want my goddess to be happy, because you deserve it.”

Then after giving Gwen a very long deep wet kiss, she said. “Larry, I’m no goddess. I’m just one happy girl right now.”

Feeling truly inspired by Gwen’s comment, I softly said. “I will even do you one better than that. I promise to make love to you in a different room every day, until you tell me to stop.”

Gwen quickly replied. “I will never tell you to stop. And if I ever do, just fuck me anyway.”

As she jumped up in my arms and locked her legs around my waist. Now with our groins so close together and not much material between us, Pepin immediately filled up with blood for the fourth time. And once Gwen felt my cock poking the outer rim of her pulsating pussy, she kissed me again.

When our lips finally parted, I didn’t want to sound mean, when I said. “Roy’s waiting for us down in his office, and I don’t want to see someone else living in our apartment. So we need to get down there and sign the lease to make this official.”

Gwen slowly released her leg lock and drifted back down to the floor, before saying. “I don’t want anyone else living in our apartment either. So Larry, you'll just have to wait a little while longer before you can fuck me.”

And I very quickly replied, “Heck, I can wait a few more minutes. At least I hope I can.”