Author's Note, Thanks again to kenjisato for editing and suggestions.
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David walked into his apartment, and after grabbing a beer, plopped onto the sofa. He reflected on the new neighbor, Lauren, he had met minutes earlier, pleased at the idea of having such eye-candy around. That thought, in turn, led his mind to Bridget.
Since that first night they made love at his place, all their subsequent rendezvous had been at her home. David looked back on the two months of their relationship, feeling his passion for her was unabated. Despite being more than twenty-five years his senior, Bridget was the sexiest woman he had ever known, and their lovemaking, the most intense he had ever had. He resolved to cook her dinner at his place, partly as a gesture, and partly to get her in bed sooner.
He called her up, "Bridget, let me cook dinner for you, here, on Wednesday. You might be surprised to know I can cook."
"A nice offer," she replied. Then asked wryly, "And after?"
"You need to ask? Oh, you can bring the wine," he retorted.
It was agreed to, and after they hung up, Bridget looked forward to a mid-week rendezvous with her lover.
The next day, Tuesday, David had parked his car at his apartment building, and as he gathered groceries from his car, he heard Lauren's voice. He turned and found her approaching and took a long look. She seemed even more attractive than that first, brief meeting the day before. It was a warm August day and the shorts and T-shirt she wore left no doubt of her slim figure and pert breasts. And a face that any camera would love.
"Stocking up?" she asked, with an engaging smile.
"Well, sort of. I promised Bridget I'd cook for her tomorrow."
"Bridget? Your girlfriend?" she asked.
David realized he never thought about how to describe Bridget.
"Um, lady friend, yes."
"Lady friend. I see," Lauren smirked.
She was tempted to ask what he meant by it but thought the better of asking.
"Need help with those groceries?" she asked.
"No, I got them. Oh, how's the new job?" David asked.
"I start next Monday. So just exploring the city today."
They chatted while walking to their apartments.
"So, a bachelor who can cook, that's a find!"
"I wouldn't say a good cook," he replied.
"Still, a great way to seduce a woman," Lauren teased.
David laughed nervously at the joke, knowing it was, in fact, his expectation.
They said goodbyes and parted at David's front door.
By Wednesday, Lauren was becoming curious to see his lady friend, so kept an eye out of her front window. Around six that evening, she noticed a woman approaching, and suspecting who it was, decided to step outside to get a better look.
"Oh, hello! You must be Bridget."
Bridget was a bit dazed by this pretty twenty-something woman looking her over.
"Um... Yes."
"Ah. Dave mentioned you were coming. Oh, I'm his new neighbor, Lauren."
"I see. Dave mentioned me?" Bridget asked.
"Yes. Something about cooking for you. My, aren't you lucky. Well, gotta go. Enjoy your, um, evening," Lauren finished with a knowing look, before walking to her car.
Bridget watched the young woman walk away before turning to David's place. A knot formed in the pit of her stomach. Lauren was just the type of young thing she had expected would steal David away from her someday. And here she was on his doorstep.
David opened the door for her, and she was barely inside when he took her in his arms and gave her a long, sensual kiss.
"Can I at least put the wine bottle down," she mumbled.
Despite being lovers all these weeks, his romantic gestures still got the better of Bridget.
David took the bottle and put it aside, then used the moment to kiss her again.
"Damn! I have a passionate lover! Mmm... And something smells good. A good kisser and a good cook? Nice combination," Bridget teased.
"Don't get your hopes up. I'm a fair cook, not a great one. Besides, this is just an excuse to get you into my place again."
Bridget gave him a hug. The fact that he was cooking was enough. That, and looking forward to being made love to by her handsome young lover, was making for a perfect night.
David returned to the kitchen as Bridget broached the subject of his neighbor.
"I met a young woman outside. Lauren, I believe she said."
"Ah, my new neighbor. Just moved in Monday."
"Quite a looker!" Bridget continued.
"Is she?" he quipped.
"Don't tell me you didn't notice. Drop-dead gorgeous, I'd say."
"I suppose," David replied, nonchalantly, trying to play down his agreement, then changed the subject. "Oh, open the wine. Corkscrew is in that drawer."
Bridget could see through him, yet let the subject drop. This night was about them, and she wanted to focus on that.
David served dinner, and over it the meal and the wine, they made small talk, with both knowing what the main course would be later that evening.
After, David tidied the kitchen while Bridget admired this sexy man who could cook.
As he loaded the dishwasher, she quietly came up behind him and wrapped him in her arms, causing David to stop in his tracks.
"A wonderful meal, thank you. Mmm... How can I reward you?" she purred, as her hands started exploring his body.
She turned him to her, and putting a finger under his chin, she pulled his lips to hers for a passionate kiss. She then took his hand and placed it on one of her ample breasts before bringing it to her lips as she locked eyes on his.
