Date: Sat, 9 Aug 2003 01:22:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: LeslieNTammy BarberNRose <leslientammy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kiss The Cook Part 2 "Cooking Lessons"

Copyrighted by SkyeRoseNovels

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.