Lucky Day (chapter 2)

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Lucky Day (chapter 2)
Mon, 06-29-2009 - 2:35am

Lucky Day (chapter 2)

The digital clock on the wall reads 1:30am and resting on the stainless steel counter top is a small 12 inch TV that is displaying the movie “The Sound of Music.” Standing across the room is Jill Galvin with a mixing bowl in one hand and a wooden spoon/makeshift microphone in the other as she sings along with the movie. Jill is a small town Iowa girl who moved to California to teach Culinary Arts and after 10 years she decided to start up her own catering business. In only her third year of business the 41 year old divorcee has had some success.

As she continues to mumble the words to the classic musical, Jill adds the final ingredients of her famous Banana Split Dessert Pizza and starts to whisk it all together. Her long curly red hair is pulled back into a pony tail and her plain white chefs’ coat modestly conceals her busty figure. Jill reaches down into the bowl and with a scoop of her finger she collects the beige colored cluster then carefully puts it in her mouth. The smooth creamy taste touches her tongue and instantly sparks a moment in her memory that stretches a smile across her face. It was a moment she had shared with her current boyfriend Michael and like some form of telekinesis a loud chime belts out from the front pocket of her form-fitting jeans, its Michael.

Michael is a recently divorced father of two who is a professor at the same university that formerly employed Jill. She reaches into her pocket and phone reads 1 new text message.

Michael: hi honey… can I see you tonight?
Me: thought you had plans
Michael: would rather c u…
Me: idk… i think u just want some of my cooking :)
Michael: among other thing…lol
Michael: come by when you finish and bring some dessert too
Me: though i was dessert?
Michael: ur already on the menu… just bring the toppings
Me: in that case i’ll be there :)

Their relationship started off as an affair and although the sneaking around added an erotic twist to the sex, Jill’s conscience wouldn’t allow it to continue. That decision put their relationship on a year and a half hiatus but, as soon as his divorce to his wife of 13 years became final they picked up right where they left off.

The after taste of the cluster still caresses her taste buds and now that special memory starts to stimulate more than her mind. Jill walks over to the prep table and has a seat on an old wooden bar stool. As she places the mixing bowl down onto the cluttered table Jill closes her eyes and imagines the time she was busy making a banana split dessert pizza for the first time in her empty classroom. Her final class had just left and the stress from the day had exhausted her physically and mentally. As she sat there slowly mixing she felt a pair of strong arms slide around her tired body. Instantly she knew who it was by the scent of his expensive cologne and as his arms tightly held her, she leaned her head back against his shoulder and felt his security.

Michael softly kissed her on the back of the neck and although these are only images of Jill’s memory she can feel every touch as if he was there with her. Michael glides his right hand down her right arm and into the mixing bowl. His index finger comes out of the bowl with a dab of the creamy mixture on it and he slowly puts his finger to Jill’s lips. Her tongue happily greets his finger and invites it into her mouth. Jill slides Michael’s finger down the length of her tongue to the back of her throat. Then with his other hand he firmly cups her large breast and as she sits in her empty catering kitchen Jill takes her hand and substitutes his hand with hers.

The sultry memory causes the love between her legs to moisten and swell with passion. As she continues to suck on his finger Michael takes his free hand and places it between her legs then begins to rub the crotch of her thin dress pants. Jill’s eyes are still closed but are now tightly squeezed shut as she rubs the outside of her jeans. The heat from her soaking wet vagina radiates through her jeans and raises her excitement level. Just as she leans back to place her hand into the front of her jeans the phone chimes again. Another text;

Michael: would you like red or white wine?

Jill snaps out of her erotic memory and says out loud “time for the real thing.”