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Author: SkyeRose
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Cooking Lessons
For Les
Me and my husband had been married for 5 years, and it was probably the worst thing I could have done. To begin with, he only married me because I was considered "old money". Besides that point, I passed the brown paper bag inspection with flying colors. So of course I looked good on his arm with my long hair and thick bones, while he went to his fancy dinners and bragged about how much HIS firm made.
Now most women would wonder why in the hell I was complaining. I guess I was complaining because out of our many lovemaking sessions, he never did it for me. Even with him going down on me, it felt like he only did it routinely. I had even got to the point where I refused to moan or anything. I kept the same expression and my kisses for him were dry. I felt I was a pretty good actress cause he never complained and people always seen us as the perfect couple. Isn't that what I was married to do, or rather hired to do.
Anyways, I needed a kick. Our maid had moved away and I begged him not to replace her, and he didn't. (Which was probably the best thing he did for me besides buying me a vibrator.) So, I decided to take some lessons, cooking lessons that is. I wanted to be able to cook whatever I felt, whenever I felt like eating it, without his smug azz comments about him marrying a beautiful woman who couldn`t cook.
I looked up a class in the newspaper and decided to join it. When I walked in, I noticed that most of the women there were lesbians. Not that I could tell by the way that they looked, but they just had this aura about them. So here I was, in black pants and a nice shirt, and everyone else had on very casual clothing. (That was my first mistake) The next problem I noticed was the instructor. She was fine!
Now fine is a broad term. But I had been watching BET lately and "Fine" was like a term for sexy. Ya know! Anyways, she was tall and had really long arms and hands and stuff. For a split second I wanted to be wrapped up in them. She introduced herself as Les, with a strong Australian accent. The accent, the height, the beautiful face and mind just made me want this chick, and I knew that I would not mind her teaching me to cook for six weeks.
She gave us our first assignment which was to write down our problem areas. I took out a sheet of paper and realized that my overall problem was that I just couldn't cook worth a damn. I had only boiled water for tea and besides that, I couldn't do anymore. So I turned it in and she told us to all pick a station in the room and boil some noodles. Now, remember that I had just said that I didn't know how to do anything besides boiling tea, so I figured that noodles would be the same way. I put the noodles in the pot, put enough water on it, and turned the stove on high.
We'll just say that the shit boiled over, ruined the stove, and I ended up cutting a check to the place that owned the cooking classes. Les seen it in my eyes that I was ashamed and I had made up my mind that I would rather stay at home and order in for the rest of my life before I come back to the class and cut another $350 check for a stove that wasn't even nice looking. When I was walking out the door, she caught up with me to comfort me. She explained that sometimes certain people need special attention with cooking, and I commented that I was just a special person and I needed a little more than special attention. I told her that her little speech was good and all but that didn't explain what was wrong with me, and why I couldn`t cook. She talked me into coming back again, and I decided that next week but be better.
That next week I decided to be as comfortable as everyone else, and I fit in well. Except this time we were to get with partners, and there was an odd number of people. Of course no one wanted to be with the woman who burned water, so Les used me as her example person. That would have been good and all if when she told me to mix up certain ingredients for the pie, I would have tilted the bowl. Instead, I sat it straight and the tongs from the blender sprayed ingredients all over me, and all over her. She laughed it off, along with everyone else, but I felt like I could find an oven and baked myself till I died.
I offered to replace the shirt that I obviously ruined but she wouldn't oblige. She did the one thing I expected her not to do. She offered me private cooking lessons on Wednesday nights after I came from church, and I agreed.
I met Les at 8 in the classroom. The first thing that she did was looked me in the eye, with her wonderful green eyes, and explained that cooking was a passion. Some people never have it, and some people have to find it. She said that I needed to be one with my cooking and have control of my thoughts. That would have been o.k. if when she leaned towards me, I could smell "Curves", my favorite cologne. It was then that I realized that my instructor Les, was deeper than her accent, and her wonderful looks and personality. This woman had a passion for cooking. This passion for cooking was her life and I fell into her zone.
The next cooking lesson went wonderful. It went so good that the week after that, I had four people who wanted to be my partner. It hit me, that the reason I couldn't cook was because I didn't have a passion for it and Les was my new muse. She would walk by me and rub my arm or shoulders to tell me good job, and I actually found her checking me out when I bent over to pick up a towel off of the ground. It was cool though, cause honestly I DID NOT mind.
One night after a long Wednesday service, I met at our usual time to work on a technique she wanted to teach me. She said it was "Tantric Cooking". So I was all up for grabs. I walked in to find candles everywhere and Les sitting there in pj's. I said hey to her and she went to double lock the doors. Right then I grabbed hold of my keys because I was going to get my mace, but she took my hands and kissed them. She then turned me around and she sniffed my hair, and kissed the back of my neck.
Oh honey you best believe that this had me. I was ready to strip down naked for her. But right then she put on Musiq, and "Mary Go Round" began to serenade us. I felt her naked skin against my body and I touched her leg. She brushed my hand away and I leaned into her. My body fell into hers and before I knew it, it felt as if I was having an orgasm without her even touching me that way. She felt my body tense up, and she laid me on the counter. She gracefully pulled down my clothes and laid in between my legs. It was the oddest feeling but it was so spiritual. I could actually feel her heartbeat on my leg.
She rubbed my fingers and all of a sudden, a swoosh of wetness came rushing down my leg. She scooted down and began to kiss my clit. She not only licked it, but she massaged it with her fingers. Now normally I would have been opposed to this kind of experimentation, but I felt some kind of wonderful and wild connection to this woman. I felt as if our worlds were colliding and I was loving it. I could feel her soul talking to mine as she slipped her fingers into my mouth so that I could taste myself.
"People have a tendency to think to themselves", Musiq was singing in the background. From that moment, it felt like any and everything else that happened was in slow motion. We made love that night, and she even let me experiment on her.
So here is how this story ends. I got divorced a year ago, and Les is still teaching cooking lessons, but not privately. She comes home to me for the private lessons. By the way, I never learned how to cook, but I did learn that my passion was deep within. Since then I have been able to open up my little boutique I always wanted, and I am happy, sexually motivated, and living within the boundaries of my intuition.