I went for more romance less lust on my first submission; disappointingly, rating was quite low. Took a few hours off work to get in a bit of sex…Let’s see if this better suits the readers.

A few months before I met Paula she had her breasts augmented. Even at her relatively young age, her back had borne more than their share of ‘useless weight,’ as she referred to them. I thought the surgery had improved her figure; the DDs were disproportioned to her smallish frame.

Since her ‘liberation,’ she’d been very active with MMA classes and even joined a runner’s club. She loved her new C’s and we enjoyed watching her model her seemingly bottomless (no pun intended) collection of bikinis and under garments.

We’d lounge in her teeny apartment and she would treat us to impromptu fashion shows. She loved to show off her new breasts so most of her showings were lacey, silky and meshy tops. The bottoms didn’t always match the tops, but always complimented her firm bum and well defined legs.

When she got the new gig at the agency she showed off a purple see thru ½ cup bra with boy shorts to match. Later, when she was asked to lead a big project, she celebrated by teasing us with teenie weenie pink lace things.

Sometimes she’d put on a show simply because she wanted to; a girl reserves the right to just…be.

After one such session, when everyone lounged in the kitchen noisily chirped about dinner, Paula and I happened to rummage thru the pantry at the same time. Her long red hair lightly brushed against my face and my heart skipped a beat. I said to her, trying to be casual, ‘hey, I love your new nighties, but guess what, I love your confidence the most.’ She turned her head up and looked into my eyes with a gaze that twirled appreciation, happiness and surprise in a bluish grey ribbon that lassoed my heart.

I think I returned a smile, but who knows, I felt light headed and the world melted away. There were no words exchanged, but, for that moment, I was the happiest guy alive.

You see, she was the head cheerleader and I was the AV nerd, what would she want to do with me?

I quickly took a gulp from my glass and quipped with the gang, ‘what do you think you’re gonna cook with all those drinks in ya, out of the way, let me see what to feed the lot a ye!’

The pantry turned out enough of ingredients for a quick meal. My years in the kitchen taught me that if you had enough garlic and cream you can improvise your way to a pretty decent meal. We dined on chicken linguini with a light cream sauce; garden greens with garlic oil and balsamic vinegar vinaigrette, and for dessert, I whipped cream with left over bread and baked a pudding.

As the crowd ate, the girl giggled and made orgasmic noises, and the guys couldn’t stop eating long enough to notice or to tell me how good it all was.

Isn’t that why we cook?

As the noisy gang tried to clean up the cooking aftermaths Paula handed me a Jamesons and said, good job, chef, and gave me a wink and a smile.