Note: The first installment of Barcelona beauties describes all the characters and how the story began.
2: Carmen
Over the next two weeks, Vesna made nocturnal visits to my room every other night. We were discrete about it and if anyone knew (except Kiraz, of course) nothing was said about it, at least not in my presence. Kiraz, for her part, continued to show off for me on the patio. On the two mornings a week we had the place to ourselves, Kiraz laid out completely naked for me while I painted or drew her nude figure. Twice she got so worked up that she masturbated in front of me. She asked me to lick and fuck her once. Since Vesna mainly wanted to suck my cock and swallow my come, I couldn't complain.
I was also getting to know Carmen. We attended the same program and had art in common. We frequented walked to the institute together and met in the café for lunch. I enjoyed her vivacious company and discretely (I thought) admired her cleavage.
Carmen was impetuous and one evening I came back to the house to find that Carmen had gone on a shopping spree at the Boqueria, the Eiffel tower of produce markets. She had bought all kinds of produce and several large fish. When I came into the kitchen she exclaimed, "Chingale! Claude. I bought this fish and don't even know how to cook it."
As a Seattle boy I knew all about cooking fish. Had I been wearing long sleeves, I would have rolled them up. At any rate, I got to work preparing the fish. A few months ago I had admired the fish in the market too and had learned the Catalan names for the local seafood but at that time my only kitchen was the hotplate in my studio. Now I got to work turning monkfish into skewers for the grill, wrapping the monkish in bacon strips, layered between pieces of red bell pepper. I prepared a garlic and parsley butter for the lluç (or hake) as I had enjoyed it in local restaurants.
Carmen made Mexican sopa de arroz, a salad with goat cheese, and steamed a whole pot full of artichokes. I prepared Catalan pa amb tomàquet—crusty bread smeared with the insides of local tomatoes and drizzled with olive oil to go with the meal. Carmen and I were drinking wine, laughing and joking as we cooked and really having a good time. Carmen was fun to be around and a real beauty too.
When the others came home, everyone remarked on the wonderful smells and we had to kick them out of the kitchen until we were ready to serve the feast. The meal set a new standard for the house and the appreciative students praised Carmen and I with nearly every bite.
Afterwards, no one would let us touch the dishes but pushed us out to the patio to relax after all our work. There was a rattan couch under the portico and Carmen and I sat down, facing each other. Carmen drew her feet under her and sighed with pleasure, her breasts heaving, her whole body flushed with wine and the heat of the kitchen.
