A/N: I had intended for this chapter to be the Wednesday night dinner but I've only gotten part way through and I have a busy few days coming up so I didn't know when I'd get the rest of it done. So I have decided to post what I have so far, hopefully that will keep you all going.
A/N2: Yes. The book really does exist.

--- Chapter 13

Wednesday evening, Ryan couldn't get rid of Luke fast enough. He almost pushed him out of the car at the gym and told him to find his own way home. Luke chuckled at the new Ryan and wouldn't let up with the teasing. Luke couldn't ever remember seeing Ryan in such a funk over a girl before, although he himself wasn't much better. He'd spoken to Molly at lunch time and she'd volunteered to give him a lift home after his workout and he was already running ideas through his mind of ways to get her to maybe stop off somewhere on the way home. He was sure that if he just persisted with his attentions that she would eventually give in.

Ryan hadn't been able to think of anything else since lunch, except the promised dinner with Marissa. Hell, who was he kidding … ever since last night, when she'd asked him over, he'd been able to think of nothing else but having dinner and spending some 'alone' time with Marissa? If they didn't resolve things soon then he knew that his studies were going to suffer. It seemed that he'd developed a one track mind. She was the last thing that he thought of before he went to sleep and the first thing on his mind in the morning. And she filled in most of the day as well. He smiled to himself, wondering just what she had planned for their evening. He'd seen her at lunchtime and she'd been making a list to go grocery shopping with; one that she refused to share with him. She had insisted on it all being a surprise. Including what he would wear. She'd informed him that he could wear whatever he liked to her place because he would have to get changed once he arrived. She was buying something especially for him. Ryan had no idea what it would be. He wondered if she was cooking Japanese and she would want him to wear a kimono or something. But he really had no idea.

He had told her not to go to so much trouble – that pizza would be fine with him as long as they were spending time together. But she had insisted that she wanted to do this 'right'. He'd then offered her some money towards her purchases (even though he didn't want to be the proud owner of a new kimono) but she had steadfastly refused, informing him that he would get his turn to wine and dine her, but tonight was her night.

As he went to enter her apartment block he was almost run over by a pizza delivery guy on the way out. Ryan quickly tried to stand to one side as the guy hastily rushed out the doors. Ryan glanced at him wondering what was wrong with him. Surely it wasn't just because he had more deliveries to do? Ryan had never seen a delivery guy in such a hurry, certainly none of the guys that ever delivered his pizzas were. But then he noticed the guy's complexion. The guy was bright bright red. Ryan could only deduce that he must have fallen asleep on a sun bed to end up that colour. If the rest of him was in the same state then he would have been in pain. But then why was he moving so quickly? It would have hurt even move and the guy was certainly moving … and fast. Shrugging his shoulders as he watched the pizza delivery car fading into the distance, Ryan realised that it would be just another one of life's little mysteries.

Moving to Marissa's door, Ryan knocked lightly.

"Who is it?" Marissa asked from inside the room.

"It's me." he answered softly, wondering why she wasn't opening the door. She hadn't bothered to check who it was on Monday night before answering.

"Me who?" Marissa asked again wanting further clarification.

Ryan was even more puzzled. "Who were you expecting?" he asked, wondering if she was intentionally teasing him.

"If you're the pizza guy again, I swear that I'll scream." Marissa answered.

Ryan's mind was going a thousand miles a minute. What did the pizza guy have to do with all this? And what had he been running from? And what did it have to do with Marissa? "Marissa. It's me, Ryan." He answered, now concerned and wanting her to open the door so that he could find out what had happened. At least he figured he knew now what they were having for dinner.

Marissa stood behind the door and slowly opened it a tiny distance, just enough that she could peer around the door and through the gap to confirm that it was indeed Ryan at her door.

Ryan frowned as they made eye contact. "Can I come in?" he asked.

Marissa smiled. "Sure. But you need to close you eyes first."

Marissa's smile reassured Ryan that nothing was wrong. He'd find out about the pizza guy some other time. "Close my eyes first? Why?" he asked.

"Because it's part of my surprise and I don't want you to spoil it." She explained. She'd already had one unwanted surprise tonight and so she'd decided that before it happened again, she'd make sure that Ryan was at the same disadvantage as her.

"Okay." Ryan said closing his eyes. "What now?"

He felt Marissa take his hand in hers and pull him quickly through the door, closing and locking it behind him, while saying. "Keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them."

"Okay." Ryan said playing along. "But if we're playing Pin the Tail on the Donkey then I want you to be the donkey." He suggested.

"Ha ha. Very funny." Marissa said as she started to take Ryan's clothes off, beginning with his jacket and then pulling off his shoes and socks and discarding them.

"Wh .. what are you doing?" Ryan asked.

"I told you that I was supplying the attire for the evening. I just have to get you undressed so that you can get dressed again." She said as she pulled his t-shirt from his waistband and pulled it over his head.

"I can dress myself." Ryan said.

"I'm sure that you can. But I need the practice in undressing you." Marissa teased as she moved to his belt and fly to rid him of his pants as well. "Just keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them." She instructed.

Ryan had no idea what this game was that she was playing but he could feel himself getting aroused just the same as she pushed his jeans to the floor, the fact that he'd chosen to go commando now blatantly obvious as he stood before her completely naked. He'd thought that it seemed like a good idea at the time when he was getting ready as he'd hadn't been too sure about where lesson 2 might lead them. But he certainly hadn't been expecting to be butt naked within moments of entering her apartment.

"Nice." Marissa replied as she took in the sight of his naked body with his already stiffening manhood. It was taking her all her willpower not to stop what she was doing and just indulge in a little touching of her own.

Ryan blushed a little at her comment as he used his hand to try to maintain a little modesty and calm himself down at the same time. "Can I open my eyes yet?" he asked.

"In a minute." She replied. "I just have to go and grab your outfit." She replied and then as she found it difficult to take her eyes off him standing there in all his natural glory, she added. "Although I must admit that I'm starting to think that I'd prefer you like this." She said.

"You've got 1 minute to dress me otherwise I'm opening my eyes." Ryan stated firmly. He'd never had a real problem with his own nakedness but he didn't like feeling that she had him at a complete disadvantage.

"Spoil sport." Marissa said as she reached for the butcher's stripe apron on the kitchen counter and pulled it over his head. She tied it behind him and then said. "You can open your eyes now but if you don't calm down a little then it's not going to sit right." She said as she took in the tent pole effect that his partial erection was causing.

Ryan opened his eyes, instantly looking at the apron that he was now wearing and was about to question her when he looked up and completely forgot what he had been about to say.

Marissa stood before him in nothing but a tiny white frilly apron. It barely reached the top of her thighs. He had no idea what sort of material it was made from but it was sheer enough for him to see through. The dark circles around her nipples drawing his attention as his mouth dried up completely. He couldn't speak. But he knew that his eyes were bulging … along with another part of his body.

Marissa's smile grew as she watched his reaction. It was all that she'd hoped for and more. "You like?" she asked as she pirouetted on the spot giving Ryan a short glimpse of her naked derrière.

Ryan tried to swallow. His Adam's apple seemed to have swollen up along with that other part of his body that seemed to be milking all the blood from his system. It was making swallowing extremely difficult but eventually he managed it and squeaked out "Wh … what are you wearing?"

"Not much actually." Marissa replied as she smoothed the small skirt over her flat stomach.

"I can see that." Ryan replied. He desperately wanted to take her in his arms but it seemed that his feet were stuck to the floor in shock. But his eyes were following her hands and their every move. He watched them as they moved over the skirt, noticing the dark v between her legs through the almost-not-even-there fabric. His heart started to race and he had to consciously slow his breathing or he was scared that he might do something to embarrass himself. "But … why?"

"Well … the recipe book actually says that we are supposed to eat all tonight's food naked. But then it also suggests that you wear an apron while you're preparing it. Just in case of little accidents I suppose. We'd hate for you to get confused if you were chopping up sausage." She teased.

"You're trying to tell me that this is in a recipe book?" Ryan said.

"Uh huh." Marisa replied and then led him over to the kitchen counter where she handed him a book. "Would you like a drink?" she asked.

"Sure." Ryan replied as he picked up the book and started to flick through the pages. "Rude Food?" he asked rhetorically. "Where did you find this?" he asked as he took in the photos of various types of food served in amazingly erotic ways.

"Isn't it great?" Marissa replied as she handed him a martini glass which instead of the normal olive in the bottom had two stuffed olives that were held together by a toothpick. They looked like a pair of breasts with erect nipples bobbing around in his drink. Marissa's on the other hand had two olives held either side of a dill pickle which was poking out of the glass. She glanced at Ryan making sure that she had his full attention and then she proceeded to sip the martini and then lick the tip of the pickle over and over. Her tongue making circles around it as she dipped it back into the liquid again. Ryan couldn't take his eyes off her as he watched her pink tongue play with the end of it. He couldn't help but wonder what else her tongue would be able to do. He knew this was not going to be helping the tent effect in his apron one little bit. He gulped his drink down trying to calm his now racing heart.

"Would you believe that I actually found it in the library?" Marissa said. "But I was too scared to borrow it from there so I tracked it down at a bookstore not far away and went and purchased it this afternoon. So it's all ours. I figure that if it's as much fun as it looks then we'll be able to work our way through the whole thing. It just might mean that we will need to have a few more dinners together." She suggested.

Ryan smiled the idea of enjoying more dinners with a naked Marissa certainly appealing to him. "But I thought that we were having pizza?" he said still puzzled about the pizza guy comment but certainly not disappointed.

"No. Never. Tonight was meant to be something special … plus need I remind you that I am supposed to be trying to seduce you. Mind you, I opened the door to some creepy pizza delivery guy before when I thought that it was you. You should have seen his face when he checked me out, I thought he was going to faint. I slammed the door in his face in a big hurry, I can assure you." She explained. "It was just before you arrived. That's why I put you through the third degree when you knocked … because I was a little scared that he may have come back for another look."

Ryan now understood just why the guy was so red. He was obviously blushing … big time. He was sure that the guy would have figured that the glimpse he'd gotten would have been worth more than any tip that he's ever likely to receive. "Lucky guy."

Marissa smiled. "You know you could get lucky tonight?" Marissa suggested as she dipped the tip of her finger into a small container of caviar and then placed it on the tip of her tongue, playing with it and running it over her lips before eventually swallowing it.

Ryan couldn't take his eyes off her. He followed every movement her tongue made.

"If you like?" she shrugged.

Ryan swallowed thickly again. He had thought that tonight was going to be a beer and pizza night where they got to know one another a little better or maybe even the Japanese idea where they'd try to feed each other with chopsticks. But nothing had prepared him for this. He had no idea how he would manage to hold out. "You know that I like." He said pulling her to him, his resolve crumbling as he was unable to keep his hands to himself for a moment longer. His lips crashed in to hers and he could still taste the remnants of the caviar as he ravaged her mouth with his tongue; the ridiculous strips of fabric between them only serving to ignite his need for her even further.

Marissa leant back against the counter for support as she could feel herself go weak at the knees. She returned the kiss with equal passion desperately hoping that he would give in and simply hoist her on to the kitchen bench and take her then and there. The aching need that she felt for him was becoming all consuming. It lived somewhere deep in her gut and she knew that nothing but Ryan buried deep inside her would ever be able to calm it. She went to clear a space on the bench top and some things crashed to the floor, instantly causing Ryan to pull back.

"Sorry." He said as he tried to get himself back under control.

"Don't be sorry." Marissa panted. "Can't we just finish this?"

Ryan tried to steady his breathing that was coming out hard and fast. He kept telling himself over and over that he wanted her to want HIM … not the act. But it was getting harder and harder to hold back. "If you mean dinner then sure." He said. "I can see that you've gone to a lot of trouble." He said trying to regain control.

Marissa was disappointed but she could sense that the chance was gone … at least for now. She had a lot more planned for him this evening. Surely she would be able to crack his resistance somewhere along the line.

"Okay then." She said finishing her drink in one gulp as she got her breathing back under control. "Let's move on to the starters." She pulled a tray of shucked oysters from the fridge and placed them on the larger tray that was sitting on the bench with a bowl which contained some fancy lettuce and a dish with cut lemon wedges and salt and pepper. "You bring the book with you and follow me into the bedroom, because you're going to have to help with this." Marissa explained.

Ryan obediently did as he was told. He wanted to question the wisdom of eating in her bedroom but at that point he would have done almost anything for her as he followed her naked behind through into the adjoining room only to find her bed with a table cloth thrown over it and candles scattered on every available space. Marissa placed the tray on the bedside table and quickly pulled off her apron and lay down on her back on the middle of the bed completely naked. "Turn to page 6 and decorate me. I'm your serving platter." She explained.

Ryan turned to the page and took another large gulp as he studied the photo. "Are you sure about this?" he asked.

Marissa nodded. "Unless of course you don't like oysters?"

"I like them all right. But I've never eaten them quite like this." Ryan explained.

"Well are you feeling adventurous enough to try?" Marissa asked taunting him. "Or do you just want to stick to eating the boring old way?"

Ryan instantly rose to the bait (in more ways than one) and took some of the lettuce from the bowl and started to lightly place it on her mound creating a springy bed. He was having all sorts of trouble concentrating on the task at hand, wanting nothing more than to bury his face (and other parts of his anatomy) between her legs.

Marissa wriggled a little. "It tickles."

"What is this anyway?" Ryan asked.

"It's called red coral lettuce. Pretty fancy hey?" Marissa teased.

"Yeah." Ryan then took the half shells and lightly placed them on top of the bed of lettuce. The sight of the oysters sitting in their shells on top of the lettuce surrounded by Marissa naked body almost the end of him. He wondered if she would mind if he excused himself a moment while he went and jacked off. He thought that he would only need half a tug and he'd be coming all over the place.

Marissa could almost read his mind as she watched the play of emotions flashing through his eyes. He looked like he was almost in pain and she didn't want that. She wanted him to enjoy this. "There's lemon and salt and pepper on the tray as well if you'd like it?"

Ryan gulped. "Thanks." He reached for a wedge of lemon and squeezed a little juice on to the oyster and then hesitated. He couldn't seem to take his eyes from the lips of her vulva that were just lying there … tempting him.

"Now you can eat." Marissa urged as she took in the hungry look in his eyes, knowing that it wasn't solely for oysters.

Ryan gulped again. He reached for an oyster shell and then brought it to his lips tilting it until its contents slipped off and into his mouth swallowing it whole and then placing the empty shell back on the tray beside the bed.

Marissa watched with fascination. "Now you have to feed me … because I can't move." She said. The last part added more as an invitation than as a hindrance.

Ryan nodded his head and then picked up another shell. This time raising it to Marissa's lips and waiting until she opened her mouth and then tilting it and sliding the slippery morsel inside.

Marissa gulped as she followed suit and swallowed it whole and then used her tongue to trace the outline of her lips removing every last vestige of taste. The symbolism not lost on him at all. "That was good." Marissa said.

Ryan nodded; he seemed to have lost the power of speech. He was drowning in the sexual overtones.

"Please feel free to take whatever you want." Marissa said her eyes never leaving his.

Ryan got her message loud and clear and he quickly consumed another couple of oysters feeding Marissa in between and once they were all gone he buried his face in the bed of lettuce munching his way through it all.

Marissa wriggled around laughing. "That tickles."

"Well I'm still hungry." Ryan said as his fingers found their way inside her.

Marissa stopped still instantly. "Oh." She hesitated and then moved on the bed to tilt her hips and give his fingers better access as his tongue found her clit. Her breath was becoming ragged as she asked "Do you want the main course now?"

Ryan looked up from between her legs. "I think that I've found something here that will keep me going."

Marissa nodded as she gripped the tablecloth in her fists losing herself completely to the waves of pleasure that were beginning to flood over her.

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