Cooking Class

Andrea handled the duck. Flynn prepared the souffle. There were several couples at the class but Andrea and Flynn were the most endearing. They helped each other mix and chop and gently kissed when they thought no one was paying attention. Souffles cook quickly and confit takes a long time, so they ate the souffle they made that day, but they ate a confit that was made in an earlier class and the confit they made went to a later class. Flynn didn't eat any of the duck for obvious reasons. Andrea gave him some of her souffle and the teacher had plenty of veggies to munch.

"I like cooking with you," Flynn told Andrea as they sat side by side.

"I could get used to this." She was beaming.

Before Flynn could think it through he blurted out, "Do you want to meet my kids tomorrow?"

"What?"

"I'm making them dinner tomorrow at my house, and I would like it if you met them."

"Do they know about me?"

"No."

"You think it's the right time?"

"I have no idea, but I think you're wonderful."

"Okay. I'll be there."

"Dinner's at 7:30."

Andrea smiled. Flynn smiled back, and they continued to talk. The other couples watched with envy. New relationships always looked the best. The women all missed the thrill and all of the firsts that they would share. The men were envious of the sex.

Girls Dinner

Mikki was at her dinner party. She made roasted beets. She didn't really like them, but she was cooking for a lot of health-conscious women, many of them vegetarians. She added some roasted walnuts and rosemary for some flavor.

She got to the house, everyone was there. She noticed that Sue wasn't her normal bubbly self. The girls started with some wine and conversation. Tammi, the host, downed her glass. She could throw them back.

Dinner started. People were loud, talking across each other, giggling, teasing, making inappropriate jokes. Amy was laughing and having a good time, but Sue, her partner, was not. Sue excused herself and stepped out of the room. Mikki followed her.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Sue tried to say nothing, but her eyes were watery. Mikki brought her into the bathroom and gave her a kleenex.

"Is this about Saturday night, at the restaurant?"

"How did you know, did Amy?"

"She didn't say anything. What did Branson do?"

Sue looked nervous. She wasn't sure if she should say, but she needed to tell someone. She was sick of crying every day. "It was our anniversary," Sue's voice was soft and a little muffled. "Beth brought me to the restaurant where we had our first date. She got them to replicate everything we ate and drank that day, even the stuff that was no longer on their menu. We were on our way back to the table for dessert. We had gone to the restroom, when Branson came by. I didn't even notice him at first. He walked right up to me and Amy and asked if we had been 'fucking in the bathroom'? Well of course Amy was offended. They got into an argument. He said well, everyone knows gays fuck in public bathrooms and he was surprised that this restaurant would even seat people like us and he left. He's not the first homophobe I have dealt with but I never …." The tears came back.

Mikki gave her a hug. "You won't have to work for this jerk anymore."

"I'm almost out of sick days. I haven't been to work since."

"He's under investigation for mistreating his team. He's on his way out."

"Really, but no one will stand up to him."

"My friend is and her team is going to take him down. All you have to do is tell her what happened."

"I can't do that. If Branson finds out..."

"She doesn't answer to him. He can't touch her, or you. Taylor wants him out."

"I thought Taylor was his friend."

"Taylor has no friends."

Sue laughed. "That's probably true. I don't know. Maybe I should just keep my mouth shut.

"That's what everyone does. How well has that been working for you?"

Sue was silent.

"Everyone stays silent and things always get worse. They don't get better. Think about it."

They went back to dinner. No one asked any questions. Amy did hold Sue's hand for the rest of the evening. Sue leaned on her shoulder. Amy wishes she had decked Branson then and there, but she liked having a job.

Happy Hour time

Bobby ordered Coronas for the table. He was more of a Bud guy, but he wanted to fit in. Bobby always thought it was important to have a good relationship with your employees. He's their boss, not their buddy. He expects their all at work, but he also wants them to see him as a good guy, someone they want to give their best to. The waitresses at this place were hot. They liked to flirt with Bobby, but he didn't pay them too much mind. He was nice, as always, but he had his eyes on his prize.

Andrea's House

They took separate cars from the cooking class, but they pulled into the same driveway. They walked together into the home, Andrea's nosy neighbor getting a look at her new beau. They kissed passionately, Flynn ready to make good on his earlier word. Their lips were so into it they were battling for position. Flynn's hands found Andrea's ass, and her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips. He carried her to the kitchen table. Then, he took off her shoes. He unbuttoned her blouse and began to kiss her chest.

"Ahhh, keep doing that."

Flynn's hands made quick work of Andrea's clothes. He began kissing her from her neck down to her calves and slowly worked his way back up. Then, he went back to her breasts and kissed his way down her stomach to her thighs. He paused. Took off his shirt and tie. Flynn grabbed her legs and put them on his shoulders. Her back was lying on the kitchen table. Flynn dove forward, burying his face between her legs, licking her furiously.

"FUCK!" Andrea yelled as her hips rose off the table to meet him.

Flynn knew exactly how to drive her wild. He took turns slowly prodding her clit with his tongue and plunging his tongue deep within her.

Andrea's hands clenched as she started to lose control. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK" each one a higher pitch than the one before.

Flynn replaced his tongue with his fingers that could play her like a violin. They knew where to prod, how deep to push, and he could curl them, so they reached her g-spot.

"AWWW YES," she cried out, loving the attention.

He got her to the edge, just about to cum, and then he went back to using his tongue. He sucked on her clit, and she lost it. She writhed and thrashed about as she came all over him. Her hands pushed him into her and she bucked wildly until she was done.

"AWWW!" she moaned out as she leaned back onto the table.

"Let's go to bed." He carried her upstairs and brought her to her bed. He ditched his pants and boxers, and they got into bed. They were spooning. Flynn grabbed a condom from the drawer and put it on. He plunged into her, eliciting gasps and moans as he thrusted into her. They went nice and slow. Flynn had all of the time in the world.

Friday

Jacob met with Brenda's old lawyer. He gave him some tips on how to negotiate. Jacob was always about compromise. He learned today that the best way to represent his client was to get as far under his maximum deal as possible. If Bobby will pay 10k, offer to pay 4. You could just ask to settle for 10 off the bat, but if she'll take 6, then you're a better lawyer than if you had just settled for 10. Jacob took a lot of notes. He did well in his law school, but he didn't go to the best school. He went where he could afford to go and learned on the job. He also was advised to look at some court decrees and try and guess how a judge would settle the case. If he can't get an offer that is better than what he would expect at trial, don't take it. Jacob had some work to do.

Major Crimes

The sister took a deal. She would plead to being an accessory to the robbery and agreed to testify that her brother and Sandra planned the burglary. Apparently, they used to be friends with benefits, but Sandra got a new boy-toy. She told them everything she knew.

The brother invoked, but he was toast. He kept denying any wrongdoing despite all of the evidence.

SMPD found Pam. She tried to run, but she got caught. She was being held as an accessory after the fact.

Sharon smiled. Case Over. Sharon went home, took a shower, shaved her legs, washed her hair. She wanted every detail just right. She touched up her nail polish, picked out her pearl earrings and a matching bracelet, did her makeup. Sharon wore a beautiful chiffon halter dress, white on top, but the body was black. The top had a ruffle, which emphasized her breasts.

She smiled as she looked in the mirror. Tonight, would be a good night.

She primped in the mirror, and then she heard the doorbell ring.

Rusty got to the door first. He found an attractive gentlemen at the door, flowers in hand, blue dress shirt with a dark grey suit and a nice tie. "I take it you're here for Sharon."

"Yes. I'm Bobby."

"Rusty. Sharon, your date is here."

Sharon rushed out, almost tripping over her own feet.

"Easy, Sharon, don't hurt yourself now." Rusty laughed.

"Oh you hush."

"These are for you." Bobby handed her the flowers, a mix of lilies and magnolias.

"Aw! I thought those were for me," Rusty pouted

Sharon and Bobby laughed. Sharon put the flowers in a vase with water. She added a little sugar and salt to the vase.

"I'll leave you lovebirds alone." Rusty retreated to his room.

Sharon gave Bobby a quick kiss. "Ready to go."

"Yeah."

They headed out to the car. Bobby borrowed Fritz's car. He didn't think a pickup truck was good for a first date, well once you're past the age of 19.

He drove to the steakhouse. Sharon smelled fantastic. He wanted to pull over the car and take her in the backseat. Patience Bobby.

They got to the parking lot. Bobby opened the door for him. They walked into the restaurant. He grabbed every door. The hostess wasn't at the table when they arrived. She rushed out when she saw them. "Robert Johnson?"

"Bobby, but yes, that's me."

"Your table is ready." She lead them to their table. It was by the window, overlooking the water, just as Bobby requested.

"The view is lovely," Sharon was beaming.

"I know." Bobby looked straight at her. "You look amazing."

Sharon blushed. The waitress came out. She showed them the wine specials.

"What would you like?" Bobby asked his lady.

"The Pinot Grigio sounds lovely."

"A bottle please." Bobby wanted this night to be perfect. His hands gently brushed against hers. Her hands were nice to soft.

The waitress came back with wine and two menus.

Bobby poured two glasses. He was generous, but not overeager. Sharon took a sip. It was fantastic, nice and cool. The alcohol wetted her lips.

Bobby saw them, and he wanted to kiss her, but he wasn't going to rush this at all. He took a sip. It was nice. He wasn't really a wine guy, but he could learn.

"This wine is nice."

"I'm glad you like it."

They smiled at each other and looked at their menus. Sharon saw the baby surf and turf, a 4 oz steak with a lobster tail. It camed with grilled asparagus and sauteed mushrooms and onions. Bobby was a meat and potatoes guy. He saw the mashed potatoes with butter and chives and the spicy skirt steak.

The sun set as they dined. The sunset and the water made an amazing image.

The waitress returned and asked if they wanted any appetizers. Sharon suggested the fish combo, the scallop ceviche and the tuna tartare. They decided to split it. Bobby didn't know what a ceviche was, or a tartare for that matter, but he didn't want to sound silly.

They continued to make conversation. Sharon's eyes glimmered in the light. Bobby's eyes burned with desire.

Bobby had a spicy scent to him, something like cayenne, cedar and cinnamon. The smell was very alluring. Sharon wanted him.

The appetizers came. The dishes were served with thin toasted baguette slices. The waitress ground a little black pepper on top. Sharon spooned a bit of tuna on her cracker and bit down. It was delicious. The tuna was mixed with capers, a little lemon juice, onion and mustard. Bobby tried some next. It was kind of squishy and it was cold, but it tasted ok. Bobby tried the ceviche next. It was also cold, but it tasted better. It had some avocado in it, which made Bobby a fan.

They ate and drank their wine, their eyes doing most of the talking. "You have soft hands," Bobby commented as he rubbed them. Bobby's hands were big, engulfing Sharon's.

The waitress brought their entrees. The steak was perfect, fresh, well seasoned, perfectly cooked- medium for Sharon. She bit into the asparagus, nice and well grilled. The onions and mushrooms were seared in a mixture of butter and steak juice. They were awesome. Bobby chowed down. His steak was medium rare, just like he liked it, and it had a good kick to it. The food was so good they ate readily and didn't talk much. Sharon's plate was empty. Bobby's had plenty of food, but he was still going. They resumed their conversation, and Bobby chomped until the food was all gone. The waitress asked if they wanted dessert. Bobby just wanted Sharon. They looked at each other longingly, and Bobby asked for the check.

Bobby paid and they left the restaurant. As soon as they got in the car, Sharon grabbed Bobby and kissed him. He returned the kiss and then gently pulled away. "The night is still young."

He drove her home, and they both went into her house, ready to resume their kissing party. Sharon pulled Bobby into her arms and Bobby wrapped his around her waist. They shuffled to her bedroom. Their hands wandered each other's bodies, clothes fell away like an afterthought and they collapsed on the bed.

Bobby covered her in kisses and let his fingers gently trace her body. Her skin was all tingly. "You're amazing," he hissed into her ear as he found her neck and started to nibble. She murmered as he gently ran his hands along her body. Her body was beautiful, her skin flawless, her nipples nice and pink just as he had envisioned them, curves in all of the right places. He took a minute to soak it all in.

Bobby was a former football player and was active all his life. He was muscular, large pecs and shoulders, his abs clearly visible. He also had nice legs, he was no pizza slice. His butt was muscular and round. He had a very powerful hip drive, and he was going to take Sharon on a wild ride.

He found his way to Sharon's legs. Her skin was perfectly smooth. He ran his fingers up her calf to her inner thigh. He moved closer and closer. Without any warning, he dove in head first.

Sharon thrashed as his tongue pressed against her inner walls. She was stunned that he went straight for her pussy. A man hadn't done anything this intimate to her in a long time. She grunted as he began to explore. "Ugggghhhh" was about all she could muster as he got her going. She leaned back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she enjoyed his tongue. He alternated with his tongue and fingers. He had a system, and he was going to make her cum for him.

"You like this don't you."

"AHHH!" she cried out. Her face flush, her hair fell out of the bun she had put it in. She was slowly unravelling as he performed his work. Before long, she was gushing for him, like a fountain. He smiled as she had orgasm after orgasm. He was just getting started.

His hot breath found her neck, and he began to nibble on her. His throbbing cock rubbed against her as he kissed his way down her body. "I want to have my way with you."

He pulled her to him and gently pushed his way into her.

"OH OH GOD." She gasped. He was rather large. Eventually, he was all of the way in.

She's really tight he thought as he held still for a minute. "Relax," he whispered into her ear as he nuzzled her neck.

She kissed him, and he began to slowly piston his way in and out of her. His hands cupped her face and he slowly picked up his pace.

She groaned and grunted as he thrusted. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so good. His hands slipped down to her clit ,and he started to rub it. He wanted her cumming again.

"Oh FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" she yelled as he drove her over the edge again. She kept cumming, her body clenching tightly, almost causing him to lose control. He bit his bottom lip and braced himself. Eventually, her orgasm subsided, and she relaxed on the bed. He smiled at her, a devilish twinkle in his eyes. He let her catch her breath, and then he went right back to thrusting. He pushed her ankles onto his shoulders and began to pound her harder and harder. Sweat dripped down her face, she was blushing all over, and her hair was everywhere.

She looked like sex, and Bobby couldn't get enough. He began to grope her breasts and pinched her nipples roughly, eliciting a moan, a loud one. He kept driving his hips into hers. She wanted to thrust back, but he had all of the control. His hands grabbed her hips and held them steady as he drove into her.

"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD." She came for him a third time. Now, Bobby was ready. He took a few more thrusts, and then he pulled out. He started to stroke his throbbing dick. He shot his seed all over her face and chest. She was his and his alone. He made that very clear.

Sharon was stunned, out of no where she was covered with his sperm. She opened her mouth to say something, but she just fell back into the bed. He lied down next to her. "I'm just getting started."

Sharon didn't know how much more she could take. After a few minutes, she was about to find out. Bobby pulled her to her hands and knees and began to kiss the back of her neck and her shoulders. He put on another condom and slid into her. "UUGGGUGUG" she groaned as he pumped in and out of her. She was sopping wet, and he glid into her easily. He started off fast, his penis just finding her g-spot and getting her going.

He loved this angle. He loved the ability to thrust her just as he wanted, he loved being able to see his penis penetrate her, her round, bubbly ass right in front of him, her breasts swaying under her body as he thrusted. He bit her neck and kept going. He slowed down and changed his quick shallow thrusts to slow, deep ones. He would slowly pull out just to slam into her as deep as he could. She screamed. He did this several times, each one causing the same reaction. When she had enough, he went back to fucking her. He grabbed her shoulders and tightly gripped them as he thrusted, giving him the leverage he wanted.

"AWWHWHWHWW!" was all Sharon could do. Her mind was a loss of words. She never had a lover so attentive to her body. He seemed to know every trigger she had, even ones she hadn't identified. He knew how to take control of her body, and she was ready to let him. She loved the way he made her feel. She felt powerless to his charms and she succumbed to him.

He gently slid her arms forward from under her, so she was lying on her stomach. He rode her as hard as he could. She yelled and screamed as he barreled into her. He pulled her hair roughly as she began cumming. She was exhausted, but he was still hard and still deep inside of her. He rolled on his back and pulled her on top of him. She was in the reverse cowgirl position, and he began to thrust, his hands on her hips. She bucked on him wildly, trying to brace herself. She finally got herself into position when his hands found her clit again.

"Oh MY MY MY MY FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" She started cumming again. She collapsed on top of him. Bobby held her in his arms and pumped in and out of her until he was ready, then he came deep inside of her. Bobby pulled her into his arms, and they fell asleep.

Dinner w/ the Flynns

Andrea wore a pale blue dreess. She was unaware of what one wears to meet her beau's adult children. She brought a chcolate cake and rang the doorbell.

Flynn opened the door. "Perfect timing." He took her hand, and they walked into the dining room.

"Andrea, this is Julia, Marissa and Drew. Kids, this is Andrea."

"Great introduction, Dad." Julia rolled her eyes.

"Are you his sponsor or something?" Marissa had no idea why this seemingly normal woman would be with Dad.

"Oh No. You're father and I are a couple."

"Run while you still can," Julia whispered.

Drew shook his head.

"Dinner's ready."

Flynn served portabello mushroom caps stuffed with onions and peppers and cheese on top.

"I hate peppers," Julia complained.

"You licked the plate," Drew retorted.

They glared at each other.

Flynn was fine with their quarreling. As long as they weren't mad at him, he was good.

"So Andrea, what do you do?" Marissa was curious about this woman.

"I am a prosecutor."

"You throw jerks in jail." Drew responded. He looked at dad as if to say, "Don't mess with her Dad. You'll go to the pokey."

Flynn shook his head.

"So you work all day and don't make dirt." Julia added. "Just like dad."

"Julia!" that girl never had any manners.

"It's not all bad. The government paid my student loans, and I get a pension."

"Ever think of jumping ship and going private."

"Maybe when I'm older."

"Really," Flynn couldn't see her leaving.

"A lot of lawyers become private advisors towards the end of their careers. Make some quick bucks, retire on a beach house."

"Beach house," Marissa loved the beach.

Flynn served the main course, tortellini stuffed with almond paste and cheese with a broccoli rabe and a pesto sauce.

The food was perfect. The pasta was handmande. Andrea could get used to an Italian man. She already had.

"So, how did you fall into Dad's trap."

"Julia!"

"We started seeing each other after work one day. His car broke down and."

"That piece of junk. I've been telling you to replace it for years, Dad."

"Good thing he didn't," Drew chuckled. Only his dad could get a girlfriend via a broken car.

"So you fell for a guy too cheap to buy a real car."

"He has one, now."

They continued to grill Andrea, but she seemed flawless to them.

Flynn served the cake. It was delicious, soft and just the right amount of chocolatey goodness. Drew got some milk. "This cake rocks."

"I'm glad you like it." Andrea hoped she was making a good impression.

"I like carrot cake," Julia announced.

"When it's your birthday, maybe someone will care." She and Drew went right back to bickering.

Marissa shook her head. They were always like this. "So Andrea, what are your intentions with my father?"

"Marissa!"

Andrea laughed. She had never been on this side of the conversation before. Usually this was her father grilling her boyfriends.

"All of the pieces have fallen into the right place. I intend for things to stay that way."

Marissa wasn't going to get a rise out of her. " Dad, you gonna put a ring on it!"

"Marissa!"

"She seems perfect. If she's foolish enough to marry you, you'd better ask."

Andrea laughed. All of Flynns kids where characters, just like him..

They retired to the living room. Julia and Drew fought over which song to play on the speakers. Marissa was texting.

"I hope they weren't too much."

"Oh, they were fine. They're all like you."

"They're nothing like me."

"But they are, bold with a dry sense of humor, lots of energy." Andrea kissed him. "And you're wonderful."

Flynn was happy to have survived dinner mostly unscathed.