Laura was a personal chef in a nice touristic area in New England. People rented a cabin or a house or a B&B and not wanting to cook, asked for a personal chef. Being incredibly gifted, Laura was very requested. The customer selected the menus over a list of dishes available on her website, and she’d take care of everything. She could also handle allergies guaranteeing maximum care.
She always picked top-quality ingredients from selected suppliers and curated the dishes and presentation providing top-notch service.
For Laura, it was a real passion more than a job.
Laura was also an excellent cake decorator making cakes to leave people amazed at how beautiful and delicious they were. Sometimes it was a shame to eat them.
She had all kinds of guests, from the best to the worse, from the bridezilla to the sweetest family in the world, from the rudest guest who complained about anything, also pretending to find a hair in the plate, to the one who wanted to build a monument for Laura and asked if she was available to go to work for her 24/7 all year round. She didn’t accept. Laura loved her job as it was and she didn’t have a boss, in the kitchen, Laura was the boss.
It may seem an idyllic job, but like any other job, it had its own flaws, especially when the chef was as good as Laura was. Vacation season was when Laura had the peak of jobs. Cooking is an activity that requires long hours of standing, and a lot of precision, so at the end of the day Laura was exhausted. Another issue was that the best products were available in the wee hours of the morning, so she had to get up early to find the best seafood, produce, and meat.
That didn’t leave her much free time to get a life. Winter was the only season she could relax a little. She still had some seminars to attend, or some special request, especially around Christmas and New Year. But she could work around it and make time for her family.
One of Laura’s favorite places to work was “Jas’ B&B”. Well, it started as a B&B in the countryside, but three years ago Jasmine had it remodeled and attached another piece to the building adding ten bedrooms to the four it already had, plus a separate house for Jas and the crew. The remodeling also included the kitchen which was now huge, and Laura could work at her best.
Jasmine over the years became Laura’s best friend. They were the same age and both due to their job, didn’t have much time for friends.
Jasmine had the B&B booked from Thursday night to Monday morning. It was an event for a company’s employees.
When Laura arrived Thursday morning, Jasmine was already at the door waiting for her, “Laura, you’re my life savior!”
“Yeah, yeah. How are you doing?” Laura said, hugging her friend.
“I’m doing pretty good, especially now that you’re here. Jonathan is inside.”
Jonathan was one of Laura’s favorite sous chefs.
“Well, you better tell him to get here and unload my van.”
Jonathan unloaded all the boxes from Laura’s van and set everything in the respective sectors of the industrial fridge, and began the prep. He knew already what to do as he worked often with Laura.
Laura and Jonathan were silently working for a few hours when Jasmine went into the kitchen, “Laura, Mr. Samberg is asking to see you.”
“Who the hell is Mr. Samberg?” Laura asked without even looking at Jasmine.
“Nice attitude. He’s the CEO of the company paying for this weekend for some of his best employees,” Jasmine explained, “He wants to have a chat with the chef. We are Facetiming on my laptop. Do you mind going to my office?”
“Sure,” Laura said, dismissively and headed to Jasmine’s office.
Laura sat at Jasmine’s desk and looked at the screen to find a hunk guy, in his early forties, brown hair with a beginning of white lock on the side, light hazel eyes, a five o’clock shadow, and broad shoulders. She couldn’t see lower than his shoulders.
Laura wasn’t what most would define as a beauty, but to fine eyes, she was extremely sexy, curvy, and soft in the right spots, with long red hair, green eyes, and freckles on her face and here and there on her body.
What Mr. Samberg could see was her face, her shoulders, and a hint of her cleavage.
“Hello chef Thornton, I’m Mr. Samberg, but please call me Karl,” he began.
“Please, call me Laura. What can I do for you?” she asked.
“Right, I bet you are pretty busy,” he said, noticing her edginess.
“I’m sorry Mr…. ehm, Karl. Yes, I’m pretty busy,” she apologized, smiling.
Karl smiled and thankfully Laura was sitting because his smile made her legs like noodles. She was pretty sure she blushed.
“So,” she tried to regain her composure, “how can I help you?”
“Right, I know I’m asking a lot of you, but, you know, these guys sacrificed a lot in the past months during the pandemic to help our company to stay afloat. I really want to thank them properly,” Karl explained
“You have a lot of people to thank, Karl. What’s your secret to have people always doing things for you?” she said, hoping he’d catch the sarcasm.
He chuckled, “You’re right Laura. Maybe it’s my smile. Who knows?”
She chuckled too. As far as she was concerned, she was willing to do anything for that smile.
“So, my question is, will you be able to make one of your killer cakes for tomorrow evening’s dinner? I will pay double.”
“Wow, apparently their sacrifices paid really well,” she joked.
“Actually yes, you’re right.”
“Listen, no need to pay double. Do you have something in mind?” she asked, “Sorry to be direct, but I have to finish cooking and some of your employees will be here starving in less than two hours.”
He explained what cake and what decoration he had in mind, she talked about a couple of modifications to personalize it, and at the end, they agreed.
“So, Laura, I look forward to meeting you in person tomorrow,” he said, again smiling.
She had a weakness for a killer smile.
“I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good day,” Laura said before hanging up. She headed back to the kitchen where she found Jasmine helping Jonathan chop vegetables.
When Jasmine saw Laura walking in smiling, she said, “Well, well, someone was able to make you smile.”
“Well, yes, you know, it happens when there is a nice guy involved,” Laura said, still smiling.
Jasmine and Jonathan exchanged a look and winked.
“Jonathan, can you call your cousin to help tomorrow? Jasmine will pay him, but I have to prepare a special cake for Ka… Mr. Samberg,” Laura said.
“Oh, we are on a first-name basis already, I see,” Jasmine jested.
When the dinner was mostly ready, Laura began prepping for the cake. She wanted to make an excellent cake to make Karl happy. Why she wanted to make him happy was unclear to her, but she was in a good mood now. The important thing was to stay focused.
The first dinner was already a success, just for the few employees that wanted to arrive earlier, and Laura was already working for the day after, lunch and dinner. Thankfully, she’ll have the extra help from William, Jonathan’s cousin. He was good at following her orders and very organized.
While starting the preparations for the cake, she couldn’t avoid thinking about Karl, his broad shoulders, his smile, and his bright hazel eyes. She hadn’t seen the rest of him, but what she’d seen was enough to stir something deep inside her.
With the prep ready for Friday’s dinner, she went to bed.
Friday early morning, after her tour to the fresh market, Laura began to assemble the cake. When Jonathan and William arrived, she instructed them on what had to be done while she finished the cake decoration.
At three in the afternoon, the cake was ready, and she was extremely satisfied. She put extra effort into this cake, hoping to make Karl happy. Laura needed a rest, just forty-five minutes to clear her mind and be ready for the final steps.
Laura relaxed in a warm and regenerating bath, closing her eyes, and imagining Karl was there with her. That was the only sex she ever had, with her fantasy and her hands, and sometimes her vibrator but she didn’t bring it with her this time. After her bath, she applied a little makeup. She knew she wasn’t a beauty as no man ever made advances, and that made it easier to stay virgin, but she had a nice firm body thanks to the long hours standing and her morning walks to the market.
She pulled on a nice button-down blue shirt and a navy-blue circle skirt, practical to move in the kitchen. She wasn’t worried about ruining her attire as she had her double-breasted jacket and a big apron, but she wanted to be presentable to do her usual round in the dining room to hear the patron’s comments.
She was focused on the pastry for the beef wellington when Jasmine entered the kitchen. Jasmine knew very well how to walk into the kitchen when Laura was there, so she walked silently and stood in front of the workbench, waiting for Laura to notice her, without making a sound.
William and Jonathan noticed her and smiled, without making a sound, and continued doing what they were doing.
From an outsider’s point of view, it could seem Laura was too rigid with her rules, but for those who knew her, she was a very nice and caring person and never refused a nice joke or nice music around, but when she was busy in some special preparation requiring concentration, everybody knew she needed quiet.
“What?” Laura asked, without lifting her head.
“Mr. Samberg is here,” Jasmin declared solemnly, “Or should I say, Karl?”
“Well, he was supposed to be here, so what?” Laura asked, without interrupting what she was doing.
“He wants to see you. As soon as possible.”
“Why?” Laura asked, this time lifting her head.
“He wants to thank you personally.”
“Can’t he wait?”
“He didn’t say right now. Whenever you have a minute, he’d like to meet you. He’s in my office,” Jasmin said and left.
Laura groaned in frustration. She didn’t want to meet him now. She preferred to meet him later, surrounded by other people to protect herself. She didn’t know what to expect and that scared her even more. She didn’t know how to act in front of a man like Karl, powerful and handsome. But, at that point, she couldn’t concentrate anymore, she better get over with the encounter. She went to the changing room, pulled off her chef jacket and the hairnet, and headed to Jasmine’s office.
Laura knocked at the door of Jasmine’s office and heard, “Come on in!”
Laura inhaled deeply, closed her eyes a few instants, and exhaled, opening the door.
“Oh, hello Laura,” Jasmine said, in a little too high pitch. Karl was sitting on a chair in front of Jasmine’s desk. When he turned to look at Laura, she felt her legs fail. He was handsome, it wasn’t a trick played by the screen, and his smile was really something.
He didn’t stand up, he took out his hand to shake Laura’s, “Finally I meet the myth in person,” Karl said.
“Well, myth is a little too much,” Laura said, sitting on the other chair in front of Jasmine’s desk, beside Karl’s.
“Believe me, I got your name from several friends saying you are the best.”
Laura chuckled, “Well, thank you. Give me their names and I will make them a special price next time.”
“Not a chance. They can afford the full price and more,” he said, chuckling.
At that moment, Jasmine’s cell phone rang, “Excuse me, I need to take this,” she said, stepping out of the room.
Laura suddenly felt her heart galloping in her chest and her breath taken away, and most likely she was blushing. Being in a room alone with Karl was overwhelming.
“So… uhm…” Laura tried to find something to talk about.
“First,” Karl said, “Let me thank you for all you’re doing for my employees. They all told me that dinner yesterday was fantastic.”
“Well, thank you but I just made what you asked me to make,” Laura said. She’d never liked compliments. Well, that’s not true, she loved compliments but didn’t know how to reply to a compliment.
“Anyone, with a minimum of effort, can make a decent dinner, but it takes a lot of effort and years of practice to make it perfect. One of the employees defined the dinner as an orgasm for the tastebuds,” Karl said, smirking.
“Wow, that’s… that’s a very nice compliment,” Laura giggled. She had a vague idea of what an orgasm was.
“I hope tonight’s dinner is up to par,” he said.
He winked and Laura felt a shiver running from the apex of her head down to her groin. Never before had she felt something like that. She liked reading erotic stories that aroused her and then find her own release. Sometimes she fell in love with the characters of those stories and could easily imagine one of them transforming her into the beautiful erotic heroine of the story.
But never before had she had these feelings for a real person. Never before had she felt her virginity in real danger, like then with Karl.
Her gaze fell to his well-cured hands with long strong fingers. If he ever touched her with those fingers, she could slip to his feet and submit to his will. Laura frowned, how did she get certain ideas? Submit to a man? She could never do that. She’d better find an excuse to leave the room.
“Ehm, if you don’t mind, I have several things to do before dinner, and I really don’t want to serve an average dinner, right?” Laura said, gesturing to get up.
And here it happened, Karl placed a hand on her knee, “No, we don’t want an average dinner, we want a superlative one. Thank you. Will you have time to join us during dinner?” he said, without removing that hand from her knee.
On her knee, she felt the warmth of his hand melting her leg.
“I see what I can do, but I can’t promise.”
She left the room trying to walk straight, but it wasn’t easy feeling her legs becoming noodles. When Laura arrived in the changing room, she had to sit down for a few minutes and regain her composure. She put her earbuds and had music in her ears to focus on the preparations needed. She was so focused that didn’t hear the waiters’ team arriving at five.
At the end she was happy with the final results, “Thank you guys, I couldn’t have done it without you,” Laura said to Jonathan and William.
Jasmine arrived to announce that guests were all in the dining room, “Aperitivo can be served.”
Aperitivo was Prosecco with lukewarm canapé.
Later on, Joanna, one of the waiters, stepped into the kitchen saying, “Laura, you should see it, they all stopped talking and are all moaning, eating your canapé. The guy that seemed like the boss, closed his eyes and moaned. You did it again!”
Laura was very pleased to hear these comments.
For the Antipasti, she made ham mousse and veal with tuna sauce accompanied by glazed veggies.
“Laura!” Joanna yelled, entering the kitchen, “I’m sure a lady had an orgasm eating the mousse.”
They all laughed, but Laura felt extremely proud of herself, “Let’s see what happens with these,” she said, serving a Parmigiano cheese risotto with truffles, and Agnolotti filled with braised beef.
The second dish was duck in orange sauce, with grilled asparagus and duchess potatoes.
“Laura, they want you there,” Jasmine announced a few minutes later.
“I’ll go when I bring the cake,” Laura said, determined not to give in to the temptation to see Karl.
“If you say so,” Jasmine said, leaving the kitchen.
After about twenty minutes, to give the guests time to settle, Laura pushed the cart with the cake through the dining-room door, while Joanna and the other waiters prepared the Champagne.
At the moment Laura stepped in, all the guests stood up and applauded Laura. A lady walked toward Laura, hugged her, and said, “I’ve never eaten so well in my whole life. Thank you,” and then whispered in Laura’s ear, “I didn’t think it was possible, but I had an orgasm.”
The two women laughed.
Laura saw Karl, still sitting at his place, so she pushed the cart in front of him to show him the decoration. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she saw his eyes bright with emotion.
“Laura,” he said, his voice trembling a little, “This dinner was stunning. You really are the best chef in this world. And this cake is… the perfection.”
Only then Laura realized he was sitting in a wheelchair. She didn’t see a wheelchair that afternoon in Jasmine’s office.
While monitoring the cake cutting, she tried to think about the realization. Was she horrified? Not at all. Would she now stand down? Not at all. She didn’t think such a detail would turn her off. Actually, she was even more turned on. Was he… functioning? Oh god, until yesterday she didn’t want to compromise her illibacy, now she was worried if he was or was not functioning? What was wrong with her? She shook her head to this thought.
“Is something wrong?” Jasmine whispered.
“No, why?” Laura asked.
“You are blushing, and I see the vein in your neck pulsing at high speed.”
Laura touched her neck and confirmed that her heartbeat was faster than it should be.
“I was just thinking about something. No reason to worry,” Laura said, hoping that answer would stop Jasmine from asking more questions.
When the cake was neatly cut and distributed to all the guests, Laura needed a good reason to leave the room. She needed to breathe, and she couldn’t do that being in the same room with Karl.
Joanna approached, “Laura, some guests are asking for ice cream.”
“Yes, come with me,” Laura rushed out of the room.
In the kitchen, Laura took four big bowls of ice cream, “Here. Pistachios, Chocolate, Vanilla, and Lemon. Take them in the dining room, they are nice bowls and can be presented.”
“You are not coming back with me?” Joanna asked.
“Uhm, no, I have something I need to do. I’ll catch up in a bit, give me ten minutes,” Laura excused herself. But she never went back.
When William and Jonathan and the waiters team walked into the kitchen, the kitchen was spotless, and on the counter, there was a note, “You did a lot today to help, you’re tired. Share the leftovers and go home to your families. See you tomorrow. L.”
Jasmine rushed into the kitchen asking, “Where’s Laura?”
“We have no idea. She cleaned everything and left this note,” William said.
“Merd!” Jasmine cursed in French.
They all exchanged looks but didn’t dare to ask what was happening, so they shared leftovers and went to rest before lunch the next day.
Jasmine knocked at Laura’s door and didn’t wait for her to answer, she slowly opened the door to find Laura in the dark, standing in front of the window.
“Laura? Is everything all right?” she asked, quietly.
“Uh-huh,” Laura nodded.
“Mr. Samberg, I mean, Karl was looking for you.”
“Well, I was tired, and I need to rest and tomorrow I need another tour of the market,” Laura whispered.
Jasmine closed the door behind her, and sat on the couch in the corner, “Talk to me, you know I’m a listener. What’s wrong with Karl? The wheelchair?”
Laura turned to face her friend. Many times, they talked mostly at night after a long day prepping and cooking, in front of a cup of tea. Jasmine knew everything about Laura’s fears.
Laura leaned, placing her hands on the windowsill, “The wheelchair? No. That didn’t scare me. I admit it was quite a surprise. But… It worried me. I… I felt at risk. For the first time in my life, I felt he could actually take my virginity, and that can’t happen.”
“Laura, I believe he’s a smart man. I don’t know why he’s in a wheelchair, but I think he’s smart enough to understand your fears if you explain them to him. I saw how he looked at you and obviously, there is an attraction between the two of you. Anyone who has a brain can see it. But closing the door to happiness it’s not the right choice. You know that. You should give it a chance. Rest now, think about it. Let things happen and when, or if, anything will happen, just tell him about your fears and he’ll understand. I’m sure of it. Good night my friend, see you in the morning.”
The following morning Laura got up before dawn to head to the market, planning on hiding herself in the kitchen the whole day.
When she got back from the market and headed to the kitchen, she found Karl by the kitchen counter, wavering standing, the wheelchair on the side, making coffee. Before entering the kitchen, she had to stop a moment and take a few deep breaths.
“Can I help you?” Laura said, without looking at him, pulling the cart with her groceries.
“Oh, look who’s here. Good morning chef. No, I think I can manage to make a coffee,” Karl answered.
“I’m sure you can, but if you make a mess in my kitchen, then I’ll get mad, and that’s not easy to manage. Ask around,” Laura said, kind of brusquely.
“Is that so? Well, in this case, I’ll let you do that. Can you also find two slices of bread to toast?” Karl asked, smiling.
“Yes sir.”
Karl chuckled and moved aside, bracing himself on the counter to reach his wheelchair and sat down. Laura watched him from the corner of her eye. Part of her wanted to know what happened to him, but in her heart, she knew very well that it didn’t matter to her. His disability wasn’t making her like him any less. It was him she liked: his voice, his eyes, his smile, and his musky scent.
“Do you want the coffee black?” Laura asked, interrupting her own thoughts.
“Yes, please. Do you have butter and jam?”
“Of course.”
She put everything on a tray, and asked, “Where do you want to have your breakfast?”
“Here is fine,” he answered.
She froze, “Here? I need to start prep, I don’t have time for conversation,” she couldn’t let him stay there.
“Then do not talk. I just wanna watch you while you’re cooking. I think it’s gonna be fascinating,” he said, smirking.
Laura waited a moment, then placed the tray on the table beside him and started to put away the groceries, leaving what she needed on the prep counter. She went to the changing room to change shoes and put on her chef jacket and the hairnet.
“Thorough,” Karl said when she stepped back into the kitchen.
“Thanks. I don’t want to mess with my food,” she replied.
Laura turned on her music and began working trying to forget Karl’s presence in the kitchen.
Karl watched her working, mesmerized. It was like watching a ballerina on pointe dancing to melodious music. The sun was rising, touching the side of Laura’s face. Karl envied the sun for touching her pretty face. She was beautiful and he was pretty sure she had no idea. Her long straight red hair normally flowing on her back, now tied in a chignon, and protected in the hairnet, green eyes, a full mouth made to be kissed, and a body so sensual to make any brain-equipped man turn his head. The chef jacked covered her curves, but he saw her body the night before, big breasts, a narrow waist, and larger hips. Those hips made to confine her amazing ass, oh, his hands were hitching at the idea of stroking that formidable, hot ass. And at that moment he felt his cock getting hard. What could he do? He had a weakness for a good ass, and Laura’s was sensually swaying, tempting him.
Karl was married with a daughter, but his marriage stopped being physical years ago, right after his wife got pregnant. “I don’t like sex. I only wanted to have a baby. Now that I have one, I don’t need sex anymore. You’re free to find pleasure elsewhere,” she told him after their daughter was born. He did find pleasure elsewhere, but at the end of the day, he still went home to his wife and daughter. Never had he thought about divorce, until now. Watching Laura made him think about a life with her. But he knew better. He was great at his job, he was cocky and flirting, but he knew that finding a woman who wanted a life with an invalid, wasn’t a piece of cake.
“I can hear it,” Laura said, interrupting his thoughts.
“You can hear what?” he asked.
“The wheels of your mind are turning. You’re too loud when you think and you’re distracting me. Don’t you have something else to do? It’s nice outside.”
Karl chuckled, “Oh no, thank you. The view from here is so much better.”
Laura turned to look at him, crossing her arms under her breasts, “Why? Why are you doing this to me?”
Karl cleared his throat and with an elusive movement, he pulled his pants to give room to his growing cock.
“Doing what? I’m here, quietly watching you. You are the one talking, not me,” he said.
“And do you think I don’t know you’re there? It’s distracting,”
“Why is it distracting? Isn’t it like having your sous chef in the kitchen?” Karl challenged her.
“No. The sous chef is busy helping me, not wasting time watching me.”
“So, give me something to do. I may not be a sous chef, but I’m pretty good.”
Laura looked at him for a moment, thinking. Then she went to the changing room to grab an apron and a hairnet and gave them to him, then said, “Well, you asked for that. You can cut all this cheese in little cubes. Can you do that? But first, wash your hands,” she asked, placing a cut board, a knife, several cheeses, and a bowl in front of him.
“It’s my legs not working, my arms work just fine,” he said, washing his hands.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean…” Laura was apologizing because she felt she offended him.
Karl interrupted her chuckling, “Hey, stop apologizing, I was sarcastic.”
“Fuck,” she whispered.
“I hear you,” he replied, whispering as well.
“Good, so ears are working as well.”
Karl liked her humor and chuckled.
When Karl finished cutting the cheese, he looked at Laura. She was focused on something he couldn’t see. He really couldn’t keep his eyes off her. It was like she was dancing to some unknown music. He tried to roll his chair closer, but she stopped him.
“Karl, please, you need to go. I have my reasons, and I can’t allow you to get any closer.”
Slowly Karl rolled his chair away and out of the kitchen. She needed space and he wanted to give it to her. But that wasn’t a retreat, he wasn’t ready to give up. What he felt for Laura was too strong to just turn his back and leave.
Once he was out of the kitchen he texted his lawyer, “Please, prepare divorce paper.” It didn’t matter if he’d be able to convince Laura, he realized he needed to move on anyway.
After he pressed the send button, he heard steps and saw Jasmine approaching.
“Good morning Mr. Samberg, you’re up early. Can I make you breakfast?” Jasmine asked, cheerfully.
“Good morning Jasmine, no thank you, Laura already fixed breakfast for me,” he replied.
“Is that so? And how is she?”
“Confused,” Karl answered.
Jasmine giggled, “I bet she is. Listen, it’s not for me to explain to you what she’s going through, but I can help you two to create a situation for you to be alone again, but promise me to let her speak, force her to talk, and explain the reasons for her… hesitation. How does it sound?”
“Sounds very good. Thank you.”
The morning passed and then it was time for the lunch prepared by Laura with the help of William and Jonathan.
The lady who the night before almost had an orgasm, had tears in her eyes, “I’ve never thought food could be so enjoyable,” she said, “I used to eat just for nourishment, here I realized that it can be a real pleasure.”
After lunch Laura needed to rest, “I’m going for a walk. I’m not taking my phone, I need to think, so if you need me, I’ll be by the pond,” she said to Jasmine.
“I think we can manage from here. Take your time. And don’t worry about dinner, some of them will stay at the SPA and the others will be more than happy with leftovers,” Jasmine said.
Jasmine watched Laura walking toward the pond through the park behind the B&B and immediately went looking for Karl.
“Oh, here you are,” she found him in the gym.
“With all the amazing food we ate, I need to exercise.”
“You have no time for that. Follow me. C’mon!” she said, gesturing for him to hurry.
Once they were outside, she said, “Follow the path to the pond. And do not tell her I told you that. Make it look casual, ok?”
“Yes. Thank you!” and he pushed his chair through the path. He saw her in the distance, she was walking with her hands crossed behind her back, frowning into the void. He didn’t want to make her run away, so he decided to go the opposite way and casually meet her on the path.
“Hello!” he said when he crossed paths with her.
“Oh? Hi! I saw you going to the gym,” she said.
“Yes, but Marsha was talking about this park, and I decided that fresh air was better than the gym.”
“Yes, it is. Well, I think I have to go,” she said, gesturing to go back to the house.
He grabbed her hand, “Laura, please. Don’t go away. I need to talk to you. We talk and then you can decide to run away. But please, give me a chance.”
Laura thought for a moment, then said, “Let’s go over there, I need to sit down,” pointing out to a bench.
When she sat down on the bench, Karl said, “I guess you want to know what happened to my legs.”
“Actually, I don’t. I don’t care what happened unless it was contagious, and I guess this is not the case,” she immediately said.
“It’s not contagious and not even transmissible to children. In fact, I have a daughter, and that should be the answer that I’m functioning,” he said.
She didn’t expect that, but it made perfect sense, he was so handsome, why shouldn’t he be married?
“To be honest, I’d have preferred to know that you weren’t,” Laura said, and she began telling her story, that when she was eleven, one day after school her mother was nowhere to be seen. Later that day, her father explained that her mother needed some time alone and she would be back soon. Days had passed, and days became weeks, then months, and then years. She wanted to talk to her mom, she needed her mom. She was going through puberty and her father couldn’t help her, so she called her grand, but she was too old to help and said that her mom was sick and in the hospital.
When Laura graduated from high school and was accepted at the Culinary Institute, her father told her the truth, that her mother was admitted to a mental institute and was lost in her own world, in which they weren’t included. So that was the big mystery of her family, mental illness. And for what Laura knew, mental illness could be genetic. “Yes,” her father said, “It was from your grandpa’s family.”
Knowing this, Laura didn’t want to risk having a child going through what she went through. So, she consulted with her gynecologist about tying her tubes. Her doctor, like any other doctor she consulted, refused to proceed with such an invasive and definitive surgery. Birth control should be enough, but not for her. The only way to really be sure was to be unencumbered, and untouched.
“Up until now,” she continued, “I never questioned my decision, but then you entered in my head and that shouldn’t have happened. Never before had a man fucked up with my resolution. I am thirty-five and still a virgin and I want to keep it this way. So, yes, I’d have preferred to know that your… thing didn’t work.”
“You mean… virgin as in… virgin?” Karl asked, aghast.
“Yes, never been touched. Kissed, yes, some breasts fondling, but, well, nothing else,” she said, matter-of-factly.
Karl leaned toward her and took her hands in his, “Laura, I’m sorry to hear what happened to your mom, and I don’t have a magic wand to help you or to give you the answers you need, but I can tell you that I feel very attracted to you so much so that, if that’s the only way to have you, I’m willing to do a vasectomy. I’m not interested in having other children anyway.”
“What? Oh my, are you kidding? No way, this is my problem, not yours,” she said.
“It becomes mine if you don’t allow me to show the fantastic world of sex.”
“Thank you, I have my personal magic wand for that, I don’t need anything else,” Laura said.
Karl laughed and managed to say, “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” still laughing.
“Is this your way to convince me to have sex with you?” Laura said, indignant.
He stopped laughing, pulled one of Laura’s hands to his lips, and gently kissed her palm, “Laura, there are ways to have sex without the actual penetration. Of course, I should say, that penetration can be fantastic, but it’s not the only way. And I can show you what I’m talking about.”
“I know about foreplay, I read erotic stories to arouse me, then with my magic wand, I take care of myself, and I can go back to sleep.”
Karl knew that words couldn’t help her to understand what he meant, so he did what the instinct suggested, he leaned over to her, placed a hand behind her neck, and pulled her closer to him.
“Then allow me to prove you wrong,” and Karl kissed her. A soft kiss to begin with, gently touching her lips. With his tongue, he then traced the edge of her lips, and when she parted her lips, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. And the kiss became passionate and arousing.
Laura shivered and felt her nipples stiffening and her pussy tingling. No story ever gave her these sensations. She felt the danger instilling in her head and she broke the kiss, pushing Karl away.
“Stop,” she said, panting.
“Oh, now you’re afraid, right? What if you’d like it? What will happen then? The magic wand may not be enough anymore,” Karl said in a mischievous tone.
She covered her face with her hands. How did he know? Laura thought. How did he know that she feared wanting him more?
That kiss left him wanting more, more of her, more with her, but he didn’t want to force her. If she didn’t want him, he had to let her go, for his own sake.
Finally, Laura calmed down and removed her hands from her face, and opened her eyes to discover she was left alone. She looked around and saw the back of him, rolling toward the house. Tears spilled from her eyes.
Laura headed to the house and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. “Yes Jas, I’m fine,” Laura said, turning to the door. But it wasn’t Jasmine.
“Can I come in?” Karl asked from the doorway.
“Of course.”
Karl closed and locked the door behind him hoping it would restrain undesired peeks.
Laura was standing on the other side of a metal table, arraying her things, hoping to keep him on the other side of the table.
“I tried Laura. I tried to let you go and go on with my life. But after ten very long minutes, the longest of my life, I realized that I couldn’t,” Karl explained.
Laura chuckled, and that was a nice change after all the crying.
“Laura, look at me, please. It’s obvious I desire you,” Karl said. She looked at his face, then her gaze fell to his groin where something was growing in his pants. He continued, “I’m willing to give you time, but I won’t let you go away. I intend to chase you, to pursue you because I know we are meant to be together. Laura, I want to show you how beautiful you are, and how beautiful sex can be.”
She took a slice of bread from the cabinet and hazelnut spread and began spreading it on the bread, while Karl slowly rolled his chair around the table and stopped behind her. He waited a moment to give her time to react. She didn’t move. He blocked the wheels and stood up bracing himself on the table, his hands on Laura’s sides.
Laura froze and was pretty stiff, afraid of what was about to happen, afraid she wouldn’t be able to stop him, afraid that, in the end, she would really like him.
He bent to kiss behind her neck.
“Relax, I won’t do anything you don’t want,” he whispered in between kisses.
She exhaled, realizing only then that she was holding her breath. She slightly bent her neck to give him better access. Karl smiled but he opted to say nothing to not break the spell.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she whispered.
After a few moments, pleased by her moans, Karl leaned his body against Laura’s and hugged her, pressing his very hard cock against her ass and placing his hands on her soft stomach, stroking gently.
Laura breathed deeply, leaned her head back on his shoulder, and decided to let go, or at least to try.
Seeing her surrender, Karl decided to venture and moved one hand up, just enough to touch the crease under Laura’s breast, while the other hand gently unfasten the buttons of her blue shirt.
“Mmm,” she moaned.
When all the buttons were undone, he opened her shirt sliding it over her shoulder, leaving the wristband fastened to prevent her from moving her hands.
“Somebody may come in and see us,” she said, not very convincing.
“They’d see a beautiful woman ready to the pleasure of sex by the hands of a true man. I locked the door anyway.”
She wore a bra matching the color of the shirt.
“Amazing,” Karl groaned. He cupped her breasts and stroked them, gently at first, then a little more roughly, squeezing. She didn’t resist and let him do it.
When he pinched her nipples between his thumb and index fingertips, she moaned louder and felt a warm wet flow damping her panties.
Karl then moved the cups of the bra aside to uncover her white breasts, topped with slightly darker and very stiff nipples.
“Jeez, you’re beautiful,” he groaned.
She rubbed her ass against his cock.
“Stop it. I really desire you. I don’t want to embarrass myself,” he whispered.
Laura giggled and he was pleased. He loved to hear her giggles.
She tried to unbutton her wristbands, “Who said you can do that?” he said in a quite serious tone, and she didn’t try again.
Tugging gently at one nipple, he teased her, “You like that, don’t you?” Not waiting for an answer, with one hand he unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, and tucked his hand over her panties.
He bit her earlobe, “You’re a naughty girl,” he thundered, “You’re soaking wet. How am I supposed to not touch you when your pussy is imploring me to fuck you?”
Laura didn’t know what to answer. She was unprepared for his reaction. She couldn’t understand if he was serious or if he was just teasing her. Was he really willing to have sex with her without penetration?
“You need condoms,” she said, trembling with excitement.
Karl tucked a hand in his pocket and pulled out two condoms, “I came prepared,” he said, placing them on the table. “Other excuses?”
“No sir, no more excuses.” Another warm wet flow soaked her panties even more.
“Jeez, where does all this nectar come from?” he asked, mischievously. “Oh, you like to call me Sir. Are you a sub, my little Laura?”
“Apparently so, Sir.”
Karl chuckled, happy with her answer. “Do you want me to call you names?”
“I don’t know,” she said, honestly, “But you can try.”
Karl moved his hand inside her panties sliding a finger up and down between her lips. “Do you like it, my little slut?”
At that moment he felt her pussy clenching and he chuckled, “Apparently so, slut,” and she clenched again. He pushed his finger inside her tight pussy, and he groaned at the amazing feeling.
“Karl, please…” she moaned.
“Karl? I thought I was Sir.”
“Sir, please,” she corrected.
He removed his finger and sucked her nectar from it, “Mmm, delicious. Try,” he said, drawing some more nectar from her pussy.
“Uhm, no thank you,” she said, turning her face away.
He chuckled, “You’re such a prude. Try, little slut, you may like it. But be careful, it’s addictive,” he said, rubbing his finger on her lips.
She could smell her scent and it wasn’t bad at all. Slowly, hesitantly, she licked her own lips covered with her nectar. Laura moaned and Karl groaned.
“You have no idea how arousing you are. So naïve and yet so naughty without realizing it,” he groaned, pressing his hard cock against her ass.
“This would make a perfect position to fuck you, but not for the first time. I wanna see your face the first time. Plus, I can’t stand any longer,” Karl said, unfastening his pants and pulling them down. He sat on his chair and grabbed her hips to make her turn.
Her gaze fell on his very big and very hard cock.
Slowly he pulled down her pants and panties all at once, to unveil a beautiful red-haired mound matching her head.
“Oh God! Virgin and red. This is my lucky day!” From his throat came a deep, guttural sound, and lifted her on the table.
“Can you free my hands so I can touch you?” she asked.
“Not a chance. This is your day. And I like you powerless. Open your legs as much as possible.”
She obeyed and he began feasting on her juicy pussy.
“Oh god!” she cried out.
“I bet your magic wand can’t do this,” he mischievously said.
But she couldn’t answer. Her brain was completely disconnected at that point, and her body could only react to the pleasure. Her breathing became shallow and fast, and her hips began rocking.
Licking vigorously her clit, he looked up to see her face. He stopped what he was doing, and she immediately opened her eyes.
“Don’t stop. I’m about to cum,” she whined.
“First, I always want your eyes open for me, I want to see the lust in your eyes all the time.”
“Yes sir,” she groaned, obviously on the edge of an orgasm.
“Second, to be clear, today is your day, but in the future, you can cum only when I say so. Clear?”
“If there will be a future,” she groaned again.
He chuckled and he resumed what he was doing, pushing two fingers inside her pussy, while his tongue teased her clit.
She couldn’t hold back any longer, rocking her hips convulsively, she cried out her orgasm, her eyes glued to his.
He felt her nectar flowing covering his fingers and dripping on the table.
“What a waste, my little slut, all these years without sex. But I’m happy knowing this is all mine.”
Laura couldn’t answer, couldn’t reply, she couldn’t put together the words to make a sentence. Her brain was scrambled.
Karl grabbed the two condoms and wrapped his cock, “See? I want you to feel safe and use them both.”
Her heart skipped a beat.
“I’ll be less sensitive, but today is your day. We’ll see how to manage in the future… If there will be a future, as you said.”
He grabbed Laura’s hips to help her off the table, “Now straddle the chair, place your feet on these pedals and open wide your legs. Good girl. Now slowly,” he continued, holding her hips because her hands were still tied in her shirt behind her back. His tone was gentle now, “Squat down my little slut. I wanna see my cock entering this fantastic virgin red-haired pussy.”
Laura squatted down, feeling the head of his cock entering her and spreading her pussy lips.
“Now up,” he said, pulling her up, “then down again, slowly. A little bit more every time. Give time to your pussy to adjust to my cock and to lubricate,” pulling her down again.
After a few more times, they both felt a little resistance.
“Here we are, honey. Now slowly down. It may hurt a little, but then it’ll be only pleasure,” he said.
She sucked up air, holding her breath, then let go and relaxed. A few more squats and he was completely inside her. He hugged her, holding her in place and groaning with pleasure.
She found it amazing having his cock inside her. It felt perfect like it was molded for her pussy. She felt like she could live with his cock inside.
Karl began stroking her back, sucking her nipples.
Laura pulled her head back, “Fantastic.”
“Told ya,” Karl said, holding one nipple between his teeth, his hands stroking her ass cheeks.
Then she felt something strange forming in her womb, like a volcano erupting inside her, and a huge flow of lava melting inside her.
“Look at me,” Karl said.
“I… I… Oh jeez…” she couldn’t stop her body, she began shaking and Karl could only try to follow her rhythm, pushing deeper inside her.
She cried out releasing a brain-blowing orgasm. Karl followed right after. A man can do just so much to make a woman happy, but she was tight, and he couldn’t resist the power of a woman’s orgasm.
She dropped her head on his shoulder, breathless. Panting she started giggling.
“You’re pushing me out if you don’t stop,” he said.
“Sorry, I can’t help myself.”
When she recovered, she asked, “Can you please free my hands now, please? I wanna hug you.”
“Ok, but you better get used to it. I got your submissive spirit, and I can’t wait to draw more of this spirit in the future. Now, I’m addicted. Sorry Laura, but you won’t get rid of me easily.”
“Oh good, because I have no intention of letting you go either.”
When he freed her hands, she hugged him tight. After a while she slowly pulled up, embarrassed to find a few drops of blood on him and his chair.
“Let me clean this up,” she said, rushing to the sink, without realizing she was completely naked. Not that he cared about a few drops of blood, but he loved to see her running around, with only her bra with the cups aside. It was a fantastic view that left him with a mischievous thought.
Laura moved into Karl’s house two months later.
“If you continue treating me with your amazing food, you’ll make me fat in no time,” Karl said one night, a few months later, when she presented him with another fantastic dinner.
“This is healthy. Cooking is healthier than consuming prepared meals from the freezer,” Laura said.
Food for Laura were the words to express her love and devotion to Karl.
The problem arrived the day Laura found she was pregnant. Fuck! It happened that day in the car, she thought.
-But this is another story-
