His was the first car into the Steakhouse East parking lot. Being first, being a little early, now that he was settled, he lit a joint. He opened both front car windows so the smoke would pass outward and he fingered a black beauty, still in its little baggie, while he smoked.
He was done with the joint by the time Bea’s car entered the parking lot. Before Bea even had a chance to park next to him, he saw Tommy’s car turn off Delta road into the parking lot too. He quickly popped the black beauty and got out of his car.
Then they were all at the front door, Tommy was turning his key and they were about to go on their morning routine, a routine which virtually never varied.
He purposefully stood behind Bea and humped on her while Tommy turned the key. Bea, never one at a loss for how to respond in such situations, pressed back against him. Although they wore coats and she could probably not feel much, it was the idea that counted.
“Wait till I get you downstairs,” she whispered quietly to him when they entered the hall and were on their way to the kitchen.
“Maybe that’s just what I’m waiting for,” said Bill.
“What’s up with you?” Bea asked. “Didn’t get none last night?”
Bill didn’t respond. He switched off the burglar alarm then reached out for Bea. He slid his hand under her coat from behind as they walked and made sure to get a good feel.
Tommy had already veered off toward his office and Mary had gone first into the kitchen. For a brief moment Bea and Bill were alone in the hall. Bea was ahead of him. Bill held her so she couldn’t move. From behind, he kissed her on her neck, kissed her ear and slid his arm around her so he could feel her breasts. Bea pushed back against him and reached her hand between them.
“Goddamn,” she said. “Boy what kind of drugs you been taking?”
“This isn’t any drugs,” Bill said. “What you feel is what I got.” He laughed, finished his feel, pressed himself against her hand and said, “What’s good to you is good for you.”
“You one crazy white boy,” Bea said. She liked that. She told him she liked that many times. She told him she liked his youth too.
In the kitchen Bea went first to the coffee urns to start a pot of coffee. Mary was already in the back checking out her bulletin board. Bill went down the line turning things on and at the end of the line on the knife sheath side he reached up, switched on the exhaust fans. They grumbled, mumbled, rumbled and droned.
The kitchen was alive!
Before he went downstairs, Bill joined Mary in the back to see what she was doing and find out what she needed. Back there, where no one could see them, he took her in his arms and kissed her full on the lips. He put his arms around her and pulled her to him, kissing her all the while. She could feel him pressing against her and since there was no shame or embarrassment between them anymore, she pushed in against him.
“We got a lot of work this morning,” she said, “even though I don’t think we’re going to be very busy. Whatever you got in mind to do with Bea, don’t spend a lot of time.”
“What makes you think I’m intending to spend time with Bea?”
“Cause I can see you’re horny and I already know it’s not gonna be with me. But I know you’ll come back to me, so go on and have a good time.”
“It’s just sex with her,” Bill said. “It’s much more than that with you.”
