Alison wants to meet Riya

The Blue Crab is (as you probably guessed) a seafood restaurant that I like in these days of Covid because of its open-air patio and the delicious mimosas even on weekday mornings. Riya and I are sitting patiently at one of the outdoor tables me with one of the said mimosas and Riya with a cup of tea and a glass of mango juice.

“Hey Mr. P,” Alison greets me as cheerfully as always. Her body feels as good as I remember when I pick her up in a bear hug, but she is peering over my shoulder, clearly interested in my companion. “Is this Riya?” She asks loudly enough for the pretty Indian coed to hear and then lowers her voice into a playful whisper. “She looks hot, Mr. P.” She pulls away leaving a wisp of her flowery perfume and holds out her hand to Riya who has half risen from her seat.

“Riya,” I turn to my newest conquest, “This is Alison, the one I was telling you about.” Alison doesn't hesitate even for a moment before taking Riya's small, perfectly manicured hand in hers and settles into the seat by her side. I'm glad to see Riya's shy smile, I doubt this Indian debutant was expecting Alison to be this openly friendly.

“I see you two are getting along.” I chuckle as I wave at the waitress to get her attention. It doesn't take long before Alison has a coffee as we check out the menus. Alison and I have eaten here often enough during the pandemic that the waitress doesn't seem at all curious about a sixty-year-old man having breakfast with two pretty college students. Like always I end up ordering the eggs-benedict with crab, Alison a chicken salad sandwich and after deferring politely Riya orders the curried chicken.

“Is Mr. P treating you OK, Riya?” Alison takes Riya's hand in hers and gives it a friendly squeeze. “Don't let him scare you. He's not as fierce as he likes people to think. In fact,” she pauses to punch my shoulder playfully. “He's really just a big old teddy bear.” Riya smiles nervously and blushes a little. I wonder if she's remembering how we spent last night. “It might take some time for him to warm up, but I he's a good man, Riya, I can promise that.”

“I know, Alison. That's why I wanted to meet you.” Riya's response is as hushed as it is cryptic. As the two young women talk, I compare Alison's blonde hair and girl-next-door good looks with Riya's caramel coloring and exotic features.

The personalities of the two young women area as different as their looks. Alison is trusting and open while Riya much more reserved, but both of them had that shy beauty and sweetness that I find so appealing. Riya catches me staring at her and her blush makes her look even younger than her twenty years. Riya turns back to Alison and comes right to the point of this get together.

“Mr. Patterson told me about your special arrangement.” I see Alison's doe eyes widen slightly; I hadn't told her that I'd already got into Riya's pants and she was probably thought I was looking for her help in seducing the pretty coed.

“Oh?” Alison glances at me with a twinkle in her eyes. “Is that something you're interested in?”

“We did it last night ... it was my first time, but Mr. Patterson made it so good.” I am a little surprised by both how easily Riya shares this intimate detail and how nervous I am about how Alison is going to react. I guess in hindsight, I should have realized that my former tenant would be happy for me.

“You didn't waste any time, Mr. P.” Alison's smile takes any of the sting out of her words and she clasps both of Riya's hands in hers as she lowers her voice to an intimate whisper. “You are so lucky, Riya. I wish my first time had been with Mr. P.”

“It was pretty intense.” Riya blushes even more than before but continues on without missing a beat. “That's why I wanted to meet you. To make sure that Mr. Patterson wasn't some kind of weirdo.”

“Well, he is a little weird when it comes to his kitchen,” Alison teases gently, “but not in the way you are talking about.” There is a brief pause and then Alison leans closer to Riya and asks her to tell her all about her first time. I smile smugly. The way I took Riya was hardly the romantic 'first time' that most girls dream about, but it was surprising similar to my first encounter with Alison.