It had been almost a week since Jim had moved into his friend's Terry's home. Despite the initial chemistry between Jim and Terry's mom, Jennifer, throughout this week they'd had little interactions here and there, merely passing through, a good morning here or a good evening there. She'd been a big part as to why Jim took the room in the first place but he hadn't really had the chance to talk much with her, due to the intensity of his workload.
In fact even Terry had gotten curious about how Jim's first week had gone. That teasing comment Terry had received, the thought of a guy with Jim's reputation in the same house as his mom, his father being gone for long periods of time, had indeed caused Terry more than a few sleepless nights. On the other hand, Terry trusted in his mom to be far more sensible than a college floozy that Jim could easily lure to his bed.
Now that the weekend was here and Jim had a bit more free time, he realized he needed to enjoy some more of Jennifer's companionship. He came down the stairs, walking over to the kitchen where it was more likely to come across Jennifer. As he passed the threshold, Jim raised his eyes to Jennifer's frame by the sink, he leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, smiling as she turned her face towards him a bit startled.
"I didn't mean to scare you." he smiled, noting that she'd made food for her husband Robert. Jim pushed himself off of the doorframe, walking over towards the laid food on the table. "It's officially one week since I moved in. I'm kind of surprised Robert hasn't torn up the lease agreement yet." he added in jest.
Jennifer's back had been facing Jim, the ties of her apron at her neck and right above her rear. She wasn't wearing anything special of note, really. A pair of yellow bermuda shorts with a floral print top.
"Oh, it's okay." She replied, smiling but keeping her eyes on the dishes as she continued to work through them. There weren't many - she always did finish them while she cooked - but she also didn't want to be rude and keep her back to the young man for too long. "Nearly done."
She was done with the dishes in just a moment, untying the apron and setting it aside. Her top did its best to hide her curves, but, considering their size, it was difficult to do so, especially when the rest of her figure was more slender than not. Letting her hair down, she gave him a small smile, watching as he moved to sit at the table... right where Robert's food was. She'd already eaten, so there was no place for her, and she'd put away the leftovers by now. A faint smirk grew on her face as she leaned against the counter. "If I were you, I wouldn't sit there. Who knows, Robert might shred that contract you're worried about if you eat his food." She teased lightly. He... could be moody sometimes, and she knew that well enough. While it was a jest of a remark, there was a hint of seriousness in her voice.
Jim settled into the seat, a satisfied smile on his face as he ignored her warning. Jennifer did not look like she was hungry at all, but regardless he pushed out the chair to his right. "Why don't you find us a good red and take a seat. I've got a favor to ask of you."
"If you do want some, though, I can heat you up a plate. It'll only take a moment." She hummed.
"And it's Friday. You're lucky I was going to get a glass for myself." She added playfully, humming to herself as she began to prepare a second plate for Jim. It was quick, and the food hadn't cooled enough in the fridge to require much reheating. She'd also taken her weekly bottle of red and uncorked it, pouring a second glass for Jim that she swirled lightly, taking a small sniff. While she was no sommelier, she did love the scent of a good red.
As soon as Jim's plate was heated, she brought it to the table. "Here. Taste for yourself if it's as good as your work." She teased, offering him the glass of wine before taking a seat for herself. "Now, what's this favor of yours?" She asked, swirling the glass, and crossing her legs as she sat. Settling her glass on the table, she took her hair out of the bun, relaxing as she watched the young man.
As Jim leaned back on the chair, he admired the view in front of him. It left the young man satisfied to reacquaint his gaze with what made this woman so special. Her deliciously thick hips and rear, her strikingly ginger hair and that loose top she had on. The way her body jiggled as she scrubbed the dishes, he could imagine the way her bosom would shake inside her top. He didn't need to imagine for long as she turned around just as the apron was untied, her bosom leaving quite the imprint onto her top, occupying the young man's attention so definitively that he had to try and recall her words to keep up with the conversation. He wanted so much more than just Robert's food.
"I'll take my chances with Robert." Jim declared diving into Robert's plate.She did go and make him a second plate which would serve for Robert as Jim did not wait.
The big smile on Jim's face already gave her the answer and yet he took a sip out of the glass, whilst putting the second plate aside for Robert later.
"It's one of a kind." he remarked, cutting another piece of the ribs as he got another bite, letting out an audible 'Mmm'.
As she relaxed on her seat Jim shook his head with a smile, "I think you've irreparably spoiled me. I don't think I can ever stay late at work if you'll make such a delicious feast each time. Though I have to say having you here is what elevates this beyond anything else."
Then he recalled her question, "The favour, yes." he looked up, "I have a friend, a very good female friend of mine whose birthday is coming up quite soon. I'm required to get a gift and I'm kind of hopeless at that."
Jim picked up his fork again, cutting up another piece as he spoke nonchalantly.
"There's this new mall that's opened up, on Brook's Street? You know it? Yeah I've thought about heading over there to find something and..." Jim glanced at Jennifer, his gaze taking the whole of her in, his eyes noticeably lingering on her bosom.
"...I think I'd appreciate having a second opinion from a woman who carries herself so well." Jim waved his fork in the air. "You see, this friend of mine, she's not like other girls, an airhead..." he laughed. "...she carries herself in a quite unique way too. Having you help me pick something out would make for the perfect gift."
Jim knew he'd pushing things if he said this too, but fuck it. "Maybe you might try a few things yourself. You and her are not dissimilar..." he eyed her body to insinuate their forms were also identical.
