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Late one night, Lulu entered a late night diner, exhausted from the night but hungry for a snack. Her hair was still soaked from dancing and her breathe was dry and grainy like the dessert: coffee and chocolate pie (with extra whipped cream and of course a cherry?!) or a cold pop and a bowl of Mac and cheese kind of night?!? She wanted both to be honest but the night felt odd, off even. As she sat in the booth and waited for the waitress and her mood to help her decided, Prince started playing on the piped in generic music. Prince. Ha! As the purple power of Prince and his electric guitar played Baby I’m a Star, this cemented to Lulu that she was indeed ready for a cold Coke and some cherry pie! Sweet rule, thanks Prince for the SIGN! The waitress rounded the booth to find Lulu dancing like a silly fool with a straw in her hand like a microphone signing. The waitress was used to Lulu and asked “Pop and pie?” “Yes please, Peg!” “Coming right up, honey. Did you have a good night?!” Peg asked as Lulu pushed aside her sweaty purple hair and showed off her brilliant and confections smile. “I did!” replied Lulu, “only one Creeper and he got the hint after I showed him my fist!” Peg howled, knowing better. Even though lulu had been coming there twice a week for years, she knew Lulu would never fist a fly let alone a grown man, Lulu was all talk but gentle like a lamb. Lulu ‘s smile always have her away and Peg knew when Lulu was truthful and when she was lying to hide it all, and tonight, Lulu was al right. Peg smiled back, wrote the order for cherry pie, extra whip, trio cherry, coke light ice as she scooted to her next booth, another solo top but this time, a dark and quiet man around the age of 40 sat, a little too much still on his breath, BUT, Peg didn’t want to know and didn’t care. She guessed he was a coffee and full meal deal dude and he looked exhausted. Since it was pretty late in the night, or still early as some may say, Peg smiled at the gentleman, and he did not smile back. In fact, he didn’t even look up as he mumbled “have cherry pie?” Now, when anyone orders cherry pie typically so late, they’re laughing at the cherry pie reference or they’re stoned and have the munchies: this guy was neither and was actually serious about some delicious cherry pie and Peg took notice, this guy REALLY wants to enjoy a slice of homemade pie without the jokes of American Pie or vagina holes. “We sure do, one slice left!” Peg said, cheerfully! “I’ll take it and some hot tea, lemon. Whipped cream and ala mode if you can. Make it quick?” the dark guy mumbled as he didn’t look up once, not even to push his black, shiny hair out of his face. He was listening to something, maybe instrumental classical and frivolously writing at the same time while not even minding to Peg writing the order and turning around to place the two tables she now had to service. The place wasn’t busy at all, surprisingly. Maybe it was the holiday weekend and people weren’t out as much, but, she needed to make some extra tips this week and tonight looked slim but, she had a job. Peg entered the information for both orders and gathered the mugs for her two customers. Hot tea, check. Coffee for Lulu and extra cream (the girl loved coffee with her creamer and Peg loaded the coffee creamer carafe up, knowing Lulu loved lots of it and sugar, too). She dropped the tea with the lemon wedge, of course, off at the guy who didn’t even notice the tea had arrived as he absent minded reached for something, but Peg continued to Lulus table and the creamer with coffee supplies she had for Lulu. Lulu was sitting with her long legs crossed and her big eyes starring into the ceiling and Peg stopped to watch her for a minute. Even though she didn’t know everything about Lulu, she knew that her soul was old but her heart was giving, and Lulu always tipped more than she should and always asked about Peg, and when she asked, she knew Lulu genuinely cared to hear the answer. The girl had the most infectious smile when she smiled, but, her smile was genuine to most only when she was happy and she told Peg once she was embarrassed of a tiny chip in her front tooth and a crooked “snaggle” tooth that you could hardly notice. Peg thought her teeth looked pearly imperfect and that they complimented Lulus lips. Pink and not too plump, she always had glossy lips and eyes that were bright and smiling with her lips. She wasn’t smiling now, though, as she stared. Her eyes were filled with watery tears and one trickled down her soft cheek as Peg set the cream and coffee down on the table lightly, not wanting to disturb her trance, however, the tactic didn’t work. Lulu jumped and yelped sharply, scaring even the guy with the tea. All three of them jumped as Lulu yelped, and she snapped back down to earth with a smile and a wiping of her cheek on the back of her hand. “Oh crap, sorry I was daydreaming,” she whispered to Peg. “Oh no, I’m sorry. How are you? I was lost in space, girl! How’s tonight?” Peg smiled back and warmly said “you’re fine, honey. Happens to us all. Can I sit for a min?” Lulu would ask the servers if they wanted to sit with her oftentimes, so, this wasn’t an odd request, and lulu often chatted with the staff as she ate or even just wanted to know more about them, and tonight she seemed to want company and pie with her coffee so Peg stretched her tired feet under the table as Lulu sipped her creamed coffee. “Are you ok, honey? Do you need tissue or a talk?” and Lulu smiled as she crinkled her warm brown eyes and said “No, Peg. Honest, I’m ok. Are you? Slow, huh?” It was but Peg was a worker, and she knew it would pick up. “Yep, but you’re here honey. How’s you? Years and tears do you no good, baby girl” and she stretched more as Lulu knew Peg was trying to be a mom. Lulus mom was close to her but didn’t know about her secret sexual or emotional relationships she had through life and work, but, a slight few trusted knew the whole truth, and Lulu
liked being mothered but she didn’t enjoy her mother mothering her. This mom was A-OK and she shared with Peg more than she should, and tonight she was in the mood. “I’m sad about a former love and that violin music makes me think of them. Did you ever have that sadness about a former lover and did you get those feelings of sadness but also pure joy because you remembered the sweet and tender times with that person? I’m remembering a lover I had for years that would play the violin after we- um, you know whated, and it was so sweet and romantic. I miss that feeling. Sorry, Peg, I’m weepy and under-caffeinated and over tired and over worked and keeping you. I’m sorry!” Peg laughed. Lulu always apologized for things that weren’t even valid, this girl wasn’t wasting her time, she was making Peg laugh and remember her own violinist, only this was a chef and their shared sweetness was baking together naked. Peg did miss that, and the cheesecake. Shit! Speaking of...”Honey, you’re fine. I get that feeling. I’ll help you out with some pie, extra extra extra whip tonight. Be right back, honey. Sip your coffee, I’ll make a fresh pot or two. I see a bus pulling in, we will chat later honey but I’ll grab your pie before I get slammed. Maybe you will too!” and Peg bounced up from the table and let Lulu alone with her memories and the dark guy was drinking his tea. They were fine and she needed to hustle, the door really had a line of college athletes fresh from a game and hungry for some eggs and extra bacon. Jackpot! Peg was going to be busy, and she knew the teams coach would make sure she was tipped well- the night was looking up! She grabbed the pies and the whipped cream, cherries too, and topped both pies making sure one had extra toppings, the way Lulu loved. The girl loved her sweets on nights that she looked sad she knew that the girl needed to get her sweet on and she gave her extra white whipped! The tray was set up she glanced over to notice her favorite gal had scooted herself over to the table where the tea and pie guy sat. One table from two made it easier for her knowing that 24 plus hungry men were coming her way soon enough and she would be busier than her tired feet could handle for an hour or two but it would be worth the extra soak later.
Lulu had indeed got up and picked up her coffee when Peg left, searching for the source of the violin music she was hearing lightly. As she pin-pointed the source, her pain turned even deeper and darker- the source was a dark guys earbud and his humming in a D minor, the saddest chord that David wrote and she could feel that chord in the humming of his soul in hers, and it made her sadder than before she had remembered the violin of the past. This stranger reminded her of her former lover, and the resemblance scared her but excited her at once, and she was in the mood to flirt but also go home after her snack of cream and pie! Hey, if he wanted to share dessert, the stranger was more than welcome to and he looked lonely, if he didn’t want her around, he would politely decline, right? “Hi, umm, can I ask you a question?” Lulu shyly asked as she grasped her coffee mug and sipped the light brown warming liquid and she half-smiled showing only her lips more than teeth. He barely looked up from his paper and mumbled “Huh?” not even noticing Lulu’s beautiful even half smile or her striking body. She was known to light up a room with her smile but her body was amazing for a girl who didn’t know what she had. Thick thighs were in, but she felt her thickness always made her look large. Her ass was perfect to most, but to her, she wanted more of a thinner butt, the thing was always in the way and getting grabbed. Her breasts were more than ample and she always had problems even keeping them in tank tops, and sleeping always had both of her perfect nippled breasts hanging out when she woke up. Her fingers were slender and perfect to others as well, but she knew that she liked them best either ballet dancing or flipping the bird to drivers who piss her off. She was also known in the past to flash her rack at travelers in cars and moon truckers as they beeped, and she always enjoyed having fun with her body, but she never had confidence in what it could do or how others saw her. The men who admired her would comment first on her smile then her tits, and she was used to the routine. This guy didn’t even notice her smile, so he wasn’t going to even look at her chest let alone her eyes. Lost cause. But, she asked again “Can I ask you a question” and this time she was more confident and loud in her question and it was more of a statement than a question. “What are you listening to?” He looked up to grab his tea and drop his pencil and finally caught first sight of her. His heart and breath dropped a note as he first to note of her long fingers around the white porclince mug but then her eyes. He saw that they were red and tired but matched his, a deep and rich chocolate color like the color of lake makes as the sunshine hits the water of the dark water- deep and rich but watery and warm, almost inviting and peaceful. The flecks of deep brown were brought out with her gorgeous lashes that made her look like a baby deer. His breath quickened and his cock jumped as he searched her body to see what she had, and she was his type; ample but fit. She looked like she could ride his Johnson all night long and her mouth could suck his...he was getting off track and he wasn’t in the mood for some cute ‘girl’ to chat about music. This girl could not tell the difference between a treble and a bass let alone know he was not only a published professional but award winning. But, he, she IS cute in an odd and intriguing way. “It’s music” he said sharply. “No shit, I thought maybe you were listening to a podcast about assholes. Sorry I wasted your time. Enjoy the tea’, and she curtsied, smiled, and turned quickly back to her table. SHIT! Four of the football players had taken over her booth while she had chatted and had moved her purse and creamer over to another table. Crap. She turned around to look for another booth to see the guy looking up at her and her ass. “Hey, if you weren’t rude before I was going to offer you pie but...have a great night. I didn’t catch your name.” “Craig” the dark but interested guy said, quickly and loudly so she could hear. The place was filling up quickly and she turned around again to find her table was filled and all of the remaining booths were filled as well. Oh shit the shit shit. “Hi Craig. Lulu. So, sorry. I’m tired. Can I sit with you? My table got stolen. Well, I guess, move your feet, lose your seat. Or your booth. But, hey, I will be as quiet as a church mouse and I promise you really can have some pie if you want. Deal?” “Deal” he said, not even looking to see if she was serious but picked up his pencil and finished his stanza but knew she sat down from the smell. Her smell made him remember her tits and how he was interested to see more, but, he was focused on the violin completion of the violin/viola duet he was writing for a film. He was on a deadline and pressure writing for films were not his forte, he liked to compose calmly and peacefully. This night he felt rushed and in a tune that was off but in a comforting way, a dissidence. As he changed the D minor to a D flat, the whole price changed instantly and fit perfectly into the 2 minutes and 14 seconds he needed the sounds of the two instruments to fill, and this was perfect for the tone he wanted to convey. Almost perfect, he would need to go home and record this as soon as he was done- where was that pie? His tea was getting cold too but he was on a roll with this idea but he needed to calm down and listen again. Where was the waitress? He pulled out $10 to cover the bill and placed it under the white porciline mug and looked up at a stunned girl. “Hey, can you cover this when the bill comes and you can have the cherry pie if she ever comes with the pie. Keep the change, Lisa. Have a good night.” and he went to rush off leaving Lulu sitting with her lips opened in a stunned expression. “Huh?” and before he could hear her, he was gone. Lulu was used to this from other customers doing this to Peg, some didn’t even leave the ten but dine and dashed, this guy didn’t even dined, he sipped and dashed respectfully, but, what was that? As Lulu lifted the mug to give Peg the money, she noticed the paper he was sketching on- music notes written in a base cleft. She read the music in her mind, knowing that the piece was written for a string instrument accompanied by another equally gifted stringed maybe violin or viola. The deep rich sounds of the voila filled her as she hummed the piece and she noted it really was dark but happy in a way, and it brought tears to her eyes as she hummed further the tones of the music notes- Cs and Ds, a few whole notes of sad D minors changed to...as she looked up to think she noticed the dark figure back he looked angry. “What do you think you’re doing?” his eyes questioned but his voice sounded stern and disturbed, almost bothered that she picked up the paper. “Reading music. Duh! Here. And my name is Lulu. Lisa works on the corner of Market and Myrtle. She is nice and might give you a discount if you mention you saw her ad on the local lists. Good night, Craig.’ and she handed over the paper and crossed her arms around her chest, hiding her hard nipples. The peaks of her tank top had perked with the music and his sternness, but she didn’t want him to see her chest nor did she want this guy to see that she was flushed with excitement and sadness. He noticed the tear, but turned anyways. She seemed comical but messy. Run. He didn’t run but instead picked up the paper and his ten bucks and walked to the register to wait, maybe karma was telling him not to forget his music at the table and to wait for the bill. Lulu got up and went to freshen her coffee mug at the carafe Peg had just finished brewing and grabbed the tray Peg placed down and forgot to put at her and the douchebags table. The pie sat and Lulu placed her booty down with the fork- 2 pies for one, this WAS her lucky night! She picked up the fork to bite and looked up to see Peg arguing with the dark musician who was asking to see the manager, who Lulu knew WAS Peg. Hahahah, this aught to be funny. The guy clearly was bothered but a few seconds later turned to the table and walked towards Lulu with a smirk on his face and change in his hand. “Hi, so, can I join you? Seems that my pie and your pie were waiting and you grabbed both. I wasn’t sure if you still wanted mine but if you would like, I would like to restart this conversation and interaction. I am Craig. Nice to meet you Lulu. Can I please apologize for my behavior and eat my cherry pie with you for a few minutes?” “Sure!” she smirked back. “I do not discriminate nor do I deny a fellow pie lover. No grudges, but bulges of tummies from pie. Deal!” and she bit down into her pie which was mostly cream at this point and little of the soggy crust. Pie IS pie, and she closed her eyes and moaned. My good God that was good, especially with hot coffee. YES! She closed her eyes again and bit the second bite, sipping coffee at the same time. Fireworks and explosions in her mouth- Lulus tastebuds were dancing and so were her insides...food made her so happy and when her soul and tummy were fed, her sexual appetite started to get more eager for fulfillment. Her mind, too!? Oh holy hell, watch out. She opened her eyes to see her table mate watching her and smirking more, showing his white teeth and flashing eyes, he was enjoying her enjoying her pie. Why do girls love to moan when they enjoy food and why was it suck a turn on to see a girl eat? He was starting to watch her mouth chew and wondered if her mouth could wrap around his rod as perfectly as it did her fork. She looked so happy enjoying pie, would she look like that with his cock in her mouth, sucking his hardness and moaning while he wanted to cum on her tits and watch her wipe it clean or would she want him inside her, bent over the piano while he played? Either way, she looked into what he was thinking but more into the cherry pie and whipped cream than him. He picked up his fork to take a bite and noted that the pie wasn’t half bad, it wasn’t half good either, but it was pie. Second bite later, he opened his mouth to ask “What do you do for a living” as she asked “So, what do you do?” and they both yelled “Jinx” “Double Jinx” “Double Jinx owe me a Coke” in unison and they both laughed, Lulu a little too loudly as she drank coffee and thought “Now when was the last time you heard a ‘jinx’ let alone pulled a ‘double jinx you owe me a coke’. What WAS next? Shit. Maybe blackout jinx? What were the rules of jinx? “So, now that I owe you a Coke, Craig. Where are you from?” “Jinx is as old as I feel. I am from a little place called Youngstown. How about you, Lulu?” “I am from Youngstown as well. I live near the south side and I own a business there. How about you?” “I live close to the south side as well and I work from home as a musician. Sorry about before, I am used to music world stuff and we can be different. I was writing a duet. That is when two...” “Hey. Craig. I know music. You don’t have to dumb this down. I know that is most likely a piece written in 3/4 time, mezzoforte and piano in parts with a combo off minors and changes in timing and buildup. I get music. What’s the piece for?” Craig was impressed. This girl knew a mezzo piano and fortes!