Tanya was never a good cook. When she was younger, she loved being in the kitchen and would cook each and every time she had a chance. As she grew older, she never cared for it. College and nightlife took over and there was simply not enough time to spend in a kitchen, slaving over food. But when her new boyfriend, Kyle, came over for dinner one night, Tanya had to impress him. Little did she know he was going to be the one impressing her instead. Who knew peanut butter was an aphrodisiac?
Tanya’s one bedroom was spacious in almost every way: high vaulted ceilings, a private balcony and spacious storage. Of course, there was a one small area: the kitchen. It didn’t seem like a problem to Tanya at first until she actually tried to cook in it for the first time. Then she realized her kitchen was too good to be true. The kitchen had plenty of cabinet space to make up for the ridiculously small refrigerator opening. She was lucky enough that one of her old friends was housecleaning and gave away his fridge to her. But the small kitchen also solved the problem for when she wanted to cook. Not enough space, she rationalized. Lean cuisines and to-go orders were her lifeline.
And then she met Kyle.
“The one thing a girl can do to impress me the most is to make me a home-cooked meal,” Kyle once revealed to Tanya during one of their dates. Several days later, she found herself in the middle of the kitchen making a mess and hoping it would at least turn out decent. If not, there was always pizza. Tanya was getting the appetizers out of the oven when she heard a knock on the door. Kyle showed up a bit early. Looking down at herself and seeing the flour bath she just had, Tanya shook her head and went for the door. At least she didn’t smell funky.
“Cooking hard?”
“Hardly cooking,” she greeted.
Kyle entered the apartment and was greeted by scented vanilla candles and relaxing ambience facilitated by the local jazz station on the radio. A very romantic night indeed. “Good thing I brought this,” he presented Tanya a bottle of Pinot Grigio, “I figure it goes nice with the environment you have here.”
Tanya warmly smiled. Kyle always knew how to make her happy without even trying. “Thank you,” she softly kissed him. Kyle wrapped his arms around Tanya’s back and pulled her close to him. He continued the lip play by gently sucking on her bottom lip. Kyle moved to lightly licking Tanya’s lips with his tongue.
“Kyle,” Tanya giggled, “we’re not going to make dinner at this point.”
“Fine by me,” he whispered.
“No,” Tanya pulled herself away from him, “dinner first.” She walked to the kitchen and began preparing the spaghetti meal. Kyle soon followed her in the kitchen and began to look through the various cupboards, much to Tanya’s distraction. “Looking for something?”
Kyle found what he was looking for and slyly smiled. “Yes, actually,” he replied, looking at the small jar of Jif, “I found exactly what I was looking for.”
Tanya was in the middle of breaking the spaghetti in half when she caught Kyle’s look. It was part curiosity and part deviant. “What are you thinking?”
Kyle walked over to his new girlfriend and stood beside her. He held up the peanut butter jar and winked. “How sexually adventurous are you?”
To be continued…
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