Friends w/ Benefits

The rubdown

As soon as I put his head between my legs, and the cook came in with food. Out of shock I fell into the pool. I knew that he saw us. But he didn't make it obvious. He probably didn't want to embarrass us or, at the very least, he was afraid of losing his job. He placed the food on the table and without turning around or lifting his gaze.

"Do you need any else Sir?"

"No, you may leave, Tom." Zar stated.

After he left, we got out of the pool and wrapped ourselves in towels.

"Heee him" he coughed " I apologize about that."

"No need."

" Please sit down. " He motioned his hand towards the table. "For our first date, I would like you to try some food from my homeland. "He smiled. "I would like to share them with you. Tom makes them for me but I was thinking of including them on menu for the guests. I will turn you into, how you Americans say, a Guinea pig."

"Haha. Oink oink. If foods involved call me miss piggy." I laugh. " I'm honored."

"Of course, I cannot have you try everything at once so we will need to have a few more dates." He stated.

He was by the cart. He opened one of the lids. Underneath it were two bowls of soup.

"Of course." I smirked in agreement.

He brought the bowls to the table and sat down across from me." Today's we will eat seafood. This is called Ukha. It is a traditional Russian fish soup with onion ,carrot, spices and potato. On the side there are two Pelmeni. They are a sort of fish dumplings."

"I've never tried fish soup or dumplings before. This should be interesting."

"Im glad of having the honor. Prijatnovo appetita or as the French say bon appetite. "

I tried the soup. The fish was tender and flaky. It was a very light soup and flavorful. The dumplings were good too.

He was looking about me while I was eating. He was waiting for me to say something. The  room was quiet the only thing you could hear was slurping and the spoons clinking against the bowls.

After I finished I put my spoon down. His face was full of anticipation. "Delicious."

He blew air out of his mouth with relief, pushed himself away from the table and got up to got the the food cart again. He lifted another lid open.  It was a bread with some sort of design scored into it. It was pretty big and there was one one. We were probably supposed to share it.

"It looks beautiful."

"Thank you. This is Kulebyaka. It is a pie. There are many different fillings but this one has a salmon and rice filling. " He cut the pie placed it on the plates and brought them over to the table. "What would you like to drink?"

"Just some cold water with some lemon."

"Excuse me.  I have to go to the kitchen to get some ice, lemon and water. " He chuckled. With in a few minutes he came back with a picture of lemon water. He poured the water in my cup and we ate.

Again he looked at me the entire time waiting in anticipation for my review .

After I finished, I wiped my mouth. " Its good. I especially like the designs scored into the bread. I felt like I was eating art."

He as he smiled his blue eyes sparkled.

He got up and this time he revealed two plates with white disk top with fruit.

"I'm sorry, no cupcakes in Russian. This is a Pavlova. It was named after a Russian ballerina. It's delicate meringue crust is crunchy on the outside and soft as a marshmallow on the inside. It's topped with cream and seasonal fruit. This one has strawberries, raspberries, blueberries and pomegranate. Enjoy."

"I will." I said excitedly.

He brought the plates to the table and I had a bite. "Very nice. Light and refreshing. Sweet but not too sugary. I approve. " I said with my thumb in the air. He looked very happy.

" I had a feeling you would. I even skipped the salad for you. " He winked. I giggled."These are all from my mother's cookbook." He got up to put the plates on the cart. He poured us each a glass of strawberry champagne.

"Oh." I felt my heart skip a beat. He walked towards me and flute

"If you would like to try more, I could arrange it." He offered.

" I would."

"Cheers." He saluted. And tapped his flute against mine. He took a sip and the gave me a peck on the cheek.

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Hey guys I'm back. Did you miss me ?
Probably not. Hahah.
I graduated.
I should be uploading this story once a week. Maybe more. Never less.

I spent like two hours research Russian cuisine. 

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