Part II
We awoke hours later as dusk was approaching.
"Nothing like three years of waiting for sex to make a girl have a great orgasm," she said.
"Gee," I said. "I was really hoping that my hot body and superior technique played some role in it."
"Oh, Dan, I didn't mean it like that. You were beautiful, are beautiful. You're sweet, you're a great lover and your body definitely turns me on. That was a stupid thing to say. I should just keep my mouth shut."
"Don't worry about it, darlin'. I know you didn't mean it the way it sounded and I'm not really offended. Are you hungry or is it just me? When did we eat last anyway?"
She was apparently still beating herself up for her faux pas.
"Listen, Chuck," I took her hands. "I'm very happy. I know something like what you are really feeling and I'm feeling the same way toward you. The little bit of time we have had together has been something very special and I'm looking forward to more."
Chuck burst into tears. "I don't know what I'm feeling. You are like some wonderful thing that dropped out of the sky. Last night and then this morning were like a-a dream. I'm sorry I'm…"
I pulled her to me before she started berating herself for nothing and held her and just let her cry until her tears were finished.
"Thank you," she sniffed. "I guess I've been crying a lot. I hardly ever cry,
really. Hey, I'm like really hungry. Are you?"
I realized we hadn't eaten since last night around two and I rolled out of bed.
"I don't have any other clothes with me and I'll bet these stink," I said.
"I'll throw them in the washer while we eat," she said. "Do you mind being naked? I don't want you with clothes." Chuck got out of bed and put on a ragged terry cloth bathrobe.
"Oh, is this a one-way deal? You get clothes and I have to go around naked?"
"Yes, uh-huh," she replied with a smirk. "That's the way I like it," she said, checking me out. I started getting hard again. This girl had what I needed.
"Ok, then. I guess I told you you could have what you wanted for a bit. I'll just have to cook naked I guess. I hope you're safe with kitchen knives. Let's find something to eat."
We wandered down the hall to the kitchen and I started opening cupboards. Everything she had was in a box or a can and some of that stuff looked dusty. Here is a girl that doesn't cook much, I thought. There was some brown lettuce in the fridge, a jar of mustard and some mayonnaise, some half-gone broccoli, an onion, a container of orange juice and a carton of milk. I didn't say anything, but I mentally rolled my eyes. "Got any coffee?" I asked.
She was leaning against the counter following my nudity around the kitchen with her eyes and her smile.
"Earth to Chuck?" I said.
"What? Oh, yeah, sure, coffee." And she began puttering around the coffee pot.
"Do you have any chicken or fish or beef or anything?" I asked.
"In the freezer". She turned to me with the brightest, sunniest green-eyed smile I'd ever encountered.
"What are you feeling?" I asked.
"Oh, I am on another planet," she replied. "I'm just so happy. Maybe we should just go back to bed and kiss and fuck. I'd just like to lash my pussy around you and never let you go. "
I didn't really want to argue with that. "You're sweet, but delirious and I'm going to feed you," I replied.
I opened the freezer, and found some chicken breasts.
"Any flour?"
"Cupboard under the counter, left of the sink," she said mischievously.
"Like where you're standing?" I asked.
"Yeah, right behind me."
"You gonna' get it for me?" She smiled mischievously, looked like she was considering it and then shook her head, no, with those sparkling eyes on mine.
I sauntered over, put my hands on her hips and kissed her, pulling her toward me and away from the counter.
"OK, move," I said.
"Uh-uh,"
I nonchalantly untied her bathrobe and opened it. I slid it down her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then I enjoyed examining her long body down to her little landing strip. I reached my hand down between her legs and she was wet. I kissed her again while my fingers did a dance on her pussy. She moaned into my mouth and spread her legs wider. That was my goal. OK, one of my goals. I got down on the floor and began softly nibbling her clit with just my lips. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed her sweet tush up against my face. What a wonderful taste. Then, I reached between her legs, opened the cupboard door and grabbed the bag of flour.
"Got it!" I cried and stood.
"Not fair! You don't play fair," Chuck cried in between panting.
"Gotta feed you, Chuck, and I think keeping you steamed up is something that I would like to perpetuate" I smiled.
I ordered her to chop onions and broccoli, while I melted some butter in a beat up saucepan and stirred in a little flour. Meanwhile, I nuked the chicken till it thawed out and cut it into bite size pieces. Once the butter and flour had combined, I began gradually stirring in the milk and added black pepper and salt. By this time the coffee was done and I poured us each a cup to sustain us while we cooked.
"What are we cooking, Dan?"
"Well, we have the fixin's for a cream of broccoli soup, chicken in a lemon wine and peppery kinda' sauce over noodles and maybe some homemade biscuits."
"I have biscuits in a can," Chuck offered.
I barely managed to succeed in not laughing out loud. "I know," I replied. "I think I'll just make some." I make the best biscuits this side of anywhere I can think of and I wasn't about to eat 'em out of a can if I could help it.
Once I got the soup going, I had Chuck toss in the onions and stir it occasionally. She clearly needed something to keep her out of trouble. The cat showed up and I poured a little milk on a paper plate for him.
I turned the oven on. Then I dumped a pretty good-sized chunk of butter in the skillet and started heating some garlic. After a bit, I poured in a third of a bottle of the nice white wine I had brought. Kind of a sacrilege to cook with it, but it was what we had and I didn't doubt that it would make an exceptional dish. Then I squeezed in the juice of a lemon, tossed the chicken in with some black pepper and covered it.
All that was left was the biscuits. She had a food processor that looked none too clean so I washed it, dried it and filled it up with butter and flour and salt.
We added the broccoli to the cream soup base, turned it way down and covered it as well.
"Well," I said, "We have about a half hour to kill, longer if want it to taste like anything."
"Great, let's go back to bed and you can continue what you started."
"Chuck, you're a doll"
She took my hand and started pulling me toward the bedroom. I had determined to pay her back for making me cook naked. Making women beg is one of the greatest pleasures in life. I quickly figured out that idea would have to wait. She wanted to ride and I let her climb on. She wasn't into fooling around and just went right to slamming down hard on my cock while I held her by the waist and drove her onto my hot rod. Her short blonde hair flew and she came faster than most women I've known and she kept slamming me and cuming for a while. What a sight to behold. If an experienced guy like me could be smitten, I was. I barely managed to hold off on my own orgasm. She again collapsed like a blow up doll that has had the plug pulled and just lay with her body on mine panting and trembling. I wanted to let everything simmer a while longer, but I knew with all that additional exercise, she must be all in, so before too long, I slid out from under her and asked about my clothes.
"Oh, I forgot to put your clothes in the dryer!" she exclaimed and headed for the utility room. I thought at the time it was intentional.
We went back to the kitchen and I started the biscuits. Biscuits are a cinch. I used the wine bottle as a rolling pin, cut them in squares, put them on a cookie sheet and slid them into the oven. Then I checked the chicken, stirred the soup and started water boiling for some noodles I had found. Cream soups are supposed to be stirred a lot or they burn on the bottom, but I had long ago figured out that you could put them on an extremely low setting for quite a while and generally get away with it as long as you showed up in the nick of time to give it a stir.
When I turned around to lean on the counter for a while and sip some more coffee, Chuck was standing right in front of me in her ratty bathrobe. "Birdman, you didn't cum. Did I do something wrong?"
"No, girl, though it's nice of you to ask. You did just what I wanted you to do."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
I had to think about what to say. Finally, I said this. "Chuck, I'm not in a hurry and now that I've spent time with you, I'm not into a one-night stand. I prefer to think or pretend or whatever that we have all the time in the world. I also almost always have more pleasure giving than getting. Nonetheless, I want to do you again after we eat, babe. I want to play with you while we eat, then I want to go to bed and play and talk and nuzzle and cuddle and get hot and sweaty and use each other mercilessly. Would that be OK with you?"
