The BBQ Curator

Synopsis:  An eros about a man named Stan Marble who is a curator at the local state museum.  He is very knowledgeable about his home state and history in general.  He has a PhD and teaches History to aspiring teachers, especially in reenactment facilities where they are needed immensely.   While celebrating his birthday, he makes a succulent BBQ feast and everyone is drawn to it.  An old friend from college, Leslie Randolph, happens to stop by, drawn in by the sweet and spicy goodness of mesquite.   

‘You know what day is today ?’--Martha to me

‘Um, Friday !’--my response

‘No !   Poon Poon day !’--Martha

Chapter 1--The Big Bad BBQ Birthday Bash

Everyone was abuzz about Stan’s birthday anniversary plan.   If anyone knew how to throw a party, it was Stanley Marble.   He was a stunning man with a tremendous physique.  He could’ve worked as a runway model, but he was humble.    He had a little bit of a belly but no one cared; even men found him sexy.    He found that fact pleasant even though he wasn’t gay.   To himself, he was just a simple curator at the local museum but everyone knew him for his signature barbeque.   If he wasn’t so dashing, he’d only be renowned for his history knowledge and barbeque that falls off the bone and melts in your mouth.  

The party was nothing short of epic.   Although Stan didn’t drink he was a sensational bartender.   It was something he did while earning his keep becoming resident professor when his bills had become too large to pay and he hit hard financial times.   He was far too successful now.  Looking back on the bartender gig was nostalgic but a part of his past he only revisited during large soirees like this one.   

Leslie Randolph had come to the shindig, not knowing who was throwing it to begin with.  Not being a social butterfly, she wasn’t known for going far outside of her home.  However, the sweet, tangy spike of Sweet Baby Ray’s sauce coaxed her out of her comfort zone and into Stan’s backyard.  

Chapter 2--Lured by the Wafting

Much like the Pied Piper lured rats out of Hamlin, Leslie drew closer and closer into Stan’s backyard.   Immediately, he recognized her.   He hadn’t seen her in years but she looked absolutely sensational.   She was a bombshell in normal casual clothes.   She wore cute capris, a red and white striped shirt and Birkenstocks to match.    Her light brown hair was pulled back in a braid and her round face was accentuated with blush and light blue eyeshadow.   It brought out her emerald eyes, which immediately bewitched him.   

‘How long has it been ?   I can remember when we were in band camp.   You still play piccolo ?’, he questioned.

‘Actually yes.  I get asked to a lot of events to entertain but I don’t mind.  I love expressing myself through song and I enjoy teaching kids how fun making music can be.’, Leslie said, her emerald eyes ablaze with passion and joviality.   

Stan knew now why he had always admired Leslie.    She had such a tremendous contagiousness to her teaching method and he often employed it himself.  

‘I play trumpet but I’ve gotten into accordion.   Maybe you and I could have a jam sesh sometime.’, Stan proposed.    Leslie grinned.  

‘I have more time on my schedule.   For the moment, my mouth is about to overflow with drool.   This BBQ smells ambrosial.’, Leslie complimented.      Stan had served everyone else and many were coming back for seconds and reloading their plates with all the food he had prepared.    Quickly, with flair, he served his best friend and she literally wolfed her food down without even a second glance.   She smacked her lips in rapture and wiped all the barbeque sauce from her lips.   She raised a can of Pepsi zero sugar and toasted Stan’s greatness.  No one could even hold a candle to the type of barbeque he made.   

Chapter 3--Stirrings A Plenty

All the guests had left as soon as they had enjoyed their fill and played their rounds of poker, canasta, karma, trivial pursuit and other mind benders.    Stan had been left to utterly destroy a pinata by himself but he did that without breaking a sweat.  

‘I have cake too, but I’m partial to candy.’, Stan confessed with a laugh.

‘You’re still a big kid.   All the good stuff’s in this replica history book.  Whoever crafted it for you really had a knack for detail.’, Leslie said.   Stan smiled warmly and lightly stroked her hand.    Between the two of them, there was a hot current that enveloped them both.   Neither one of them had ever confessed that they had both felt deep emotions for each other back in band camp but never enacted on them.  

‘I never thought I’d see you again.   Under the twilight you look beautiful.’, Stan said, his face becoming beet red under the mystic light of a yellow, crescent moon.   

‘You’re looking very fetching yourself.’, Leslie said, noticing that Stan had a few buttons revealing his taut chest and the hair covering it.   He seemed very macho and wild underneath that aloha shirt.   She wanted to rip it off and see the bulging pecs within, and she was certain his schlong was starting to call out her name.    

‘I know this is improper but…’, Stan stammered, his hand behind his head.   Leslie leaned forward and planted a hot, steamy kiss on his lips, delicately tonguing him and dipping him into her arms.   

‘Screw what other people think.  It’s just us and the crickets.   No one else will have to know this.   Besides, I have been meaning to find out whether that rumor is true about you…’, she began, turning red again after breaking the passionate smooch.

‘Rumor ?   What are you talking about ?’, Stan queried, clearly oblivious to the naughty context of her words.   He’d find out her true intentions in his own bedroom, sure as sunshine, sweetheart.   

Chapter 4--Indeed, Stan Packs Heat

Leslie took her time and her hands quaked.  

‘It’s alright.  We’re both nervous, but I guarantee you, I’ll be tender.’, Stan reassured her as he undressed her and marveled at her frame.   From under that outfit, as far as Stan was concerned, this lovely flower deserved all the best things that life had to offer.   He was a little surprised that she was a virgin but he didn’t condemn her for it.   After all, he was a 30-year-old virgin too, but not for long.  

With a bit of panache, much like Indiana Jones, Stan whipped off his belt and it gave a sort of cracking noise.   Leslie nearly died laughing but her eyes grew huge when she saw his wand.   It was nothing short of spellbinding.  The rumors were true; Stan did pack heat.   

Leslie stood, mesmerised for a moment until Stan took her in his arms and firmly brought her close to him, cupping her buttocks in his hands.   His fingers wandered her frame as his lips found her areolas and began circling them with his tongue.    

“Ohhh...rapture.”, Leslie began as she playfully pushed him on his bed and began playing tonsil hockey with him.   As expected, Stan knew that Les was a darned extraordinary kisser and she was giving his jaw a real twanging.   

Chapter 5--Don’t Stop !

Their thighs were thrusting slowly at first, but Stan had no problem inserting his long salami into Les’ oyster.    She sighed pleasantly, grasping onto his sides and begging him to continue gently ramming her.   

‘I’m not hurting you ?  I’m not too big ?’, he said, noticing her expression became more and more elated the more he sped up his fancy hips.   She then pinned him and turned her back on him, engaging in reverse cowgirl style.   He had never experienced this before but the sensation was unreal.   The more she came down upon him the more he felt like he was going to burst.  

‘No, she comes first.’, he thought, having lost track of how many times exactly Leslie had climaxed.   He could feel her juices all over him and it only made him hornier.   He finally lost his mind and felt himself explode.  

‘Oh, good HEAVEN.’, he said, orgasming and shuddering with her.    She cleaned up by licking him and giving him another good minute of orgasming with a blow job that nearly made him forget his name.   

‘You are unbelievable.  You’ve got quite the talent, you know.’, he said.   She winked.

‘I know.   I’ve read up on fellacio but I never had the opportunity until now.’, she said, blushing.   She lowered her red face momentarily but Stan raised it to his lips, kissing her deeply.  

‘You are sensational.   I’m just relieved that I have made you happy.   I want to continue feeling that kind of sublimity.’, Stan said.   They held hands together and snuggled as they fell into a deep sleep, lost in their own dreams until the next day.

Chapter 6--Mr. Saucy

Les had to admit that she had never experienced anything that intense or sacred in her entire life, not even while pleasuring herself.   Oh, certainly she could orgasm multiple times, but not even close to what she had felt with Stan.   She had never enacted upon any sort of heart-based emotion but she was happy that she had.   

In the morning, she awoke to Stan wearing only a glistening grin and a red apron that read ‘Mr. Saucy’ on the front.   She eyed his cute, round buttocks and laughed.   

‘What are you thinking about ?’, Stan asked, serving her breakfast in bed.

‘Doing it again with you.   I’d say, skip the meal, head straight for dessert.’, Les said, wriggling her eyebrows.   Stan pouted.

‘Brekky will get cold though.’, Stan lamented.    Les ate her breakfast and patted the spot next to her.  

‘You made enough for two purposely.  Naughty boy.’, she said, feeding him a delectable bite of powdered cinnamon French toast and an egg sunny side up.   They both relished the insanely delightful meal and nestled close to each other.  

‘I suppose this changes everything.’, he began, kissing her neck.  

‘Ohhh, heaven, yes it does.’, Les concurred.   They didn’t speak how their relationship had shifted overnight.    Neither one of them worried.   With their closeness and the heat from their bodies, they allowed their hands to speak for them.   

Stan had never given a lady cunnilingus but he figured now was a first time and he might not ever get another chance.    He kissed her from the crown of her head all the way to her mons.   He licked and delicately kissed her labia, flickering his tongue quickly.   Having played trumpet before, he knew a good embouchure and this is all it took to leave her marinating in her own juice.   She panted, running her fingers through his thick hair.

‘WOW.   That was sensational.   You are a marvel.’, she said.   The praise only made him want to cause her to climax more and more but she helped him come as well by 69ing with him.    He lay there, penis now flaccid, catching his breath.   He had double vision for a while but it was worth it.   Quietly, he lay next to her, feeling her heart beat.   He turned to face her and quietly said,

‘I love you.’  

‘I know, you don’t have to say it.’, she said, getting quiet before going to sleep.  

‘I’m aware, Les my pet, but it helps to be reminded.’, he stated, poking her capriciously before falling asleep as well.   

Chapter 7--Awash in a Sea of Love

Although BBQ season was winding down after the long Indian summer in the midwest, Les and Stan found themselves visiting each other and making love rather frequently.   

‘Should we be ashamed we’re ‘living in sin’ ?’, Leslie questioned.

‘No.  We’re being loyal and honest to each other.’, Stan replied, kissing her warmly.   These moments, the ones where she was resting in his arms, were the closest he felt to what paradise would be like once he got to the other side.    The two of them had been dating consistently for a few months now and Stan wanted to make their lives official.   Having a modest and comfortable salary, he had bought a ring covertly and thought,

‘I have to reel this sexy catch in or she’ll swim away !’

‘Um, Les…’, he began, his throat beginning to catch for some odd reason.   This was a whole lot harder than he thought it would be.   

‘Yes, Stan ?’, Leslie responded, taking his hands and smoothly caressing them.   

‘Will you become my wife ?’, he asked, popping open the black velveteen box, revealing the pressurized carbon fragment beneath.    Les was almost certain that she had gone blind from its gleam.  

‘YES !  Indubitably !’, Les said, kissing him non stop.    The two got so worked up that they found themselves making sweet love in every room of the new house they were going to purchase some day.    While recuperating, Les laughed, regaining her breath.

‘Better give my punani some rest, huh ?’, she chuckled.  

‘No doubt.  More where that came from after we tie the knot.’, Stan chuckled, raising his eyebrows and poking her in the ribcage relentlessly until they both collapsed from laughter for a moment.    Again, it was another soft moment, rife with meaning and unconditional love.   They both wish it could’ve lasted forever, but it would soon enough.  

Epilogue

After the two were married, their sex life was off the chain.   Usually they’d go at it like goats in a field twice or thrice a week.   Even when babies came, the passion continued.   They weren’t doing it for reproductive purposes anymore but for the ecstasy of it.   Les and Stan were very careful and often used oral approaches and anal to avoid unnecessary pregnancies.   Although life wasn’t always ideal, Stan and Les found themselves unbearably happy in each other’s arms, listening to each other’s heartbeats and the gentle rise and fall of their breath.   

This was calm, even with their children snuggled close to them at the end of the day.  Watching them grow, thrive and strive was reward enough, especially with all the love they could handle.   That would never wear out, run down or lose its luster.   

The End