“Ummm, the food smells good,” Carol says as she sits at her kitchen table watching while I cook her a steak dinner. I’m making New York strip steaks, baked potatoes, broccoli, and rolls. It has been a few days since I met Carol. We talked every night on the phone. I hope she works out. It would be nice if some woman works out. It would have been nice if Jessica had worked out. Damn I’m really reaching back now. I wonder how Jessica is doing now. I wonder if she is still with that knucklehead.
Carol interrupted my thoughts. “Steve, I’ll make a salad to go along with the meal.” “That’ll be nice. Dinner should be ready in fifteen minutes.”
“That will give me enough time to get the salad together.” Carol gets up and walks to the refrigerator. She is looking good with a loose green T-shirt and some loose jeans that still managed to show off her phat ass. The sister is definitely built.
Carol reaches into the refrigerator to get tomatoes and stuff for the salad. “You like croutons?”
“That’ll be nice.”
“How about cheese cubes?”
“How about some ranch dressing?”
“I like this,” Carol smiles. “Making dinner in my kitchen with a handsome man. I love it.”
Oh man she thinks I’m handsome. “I love it too. Making dinner in the kitchen of a beautiful woman.”
Carol walks over and gives me a peck on the cheek. “You are so special.”
“What was that for?”
“For making me feel so good.”
“Glad to be of service.”
We sit down to eat after I put the food on the table. I open a bottle of Chardonnay.
“This steak is delicious. My compliments to the chef.”
“Thank you. Your salad is great. You must have stuck your finger in it.”
“Stuck my finger in it?”
“Something my grandfather says. It means that it tastes good because you made it.”
Good response? “You said I was special earlier. What makes me special? I’m an ordinary Joe.”
“You’re more than ordinary. You’re intelligent. A lot of men aren’t intelligent. You’re handsome. A lot of men aren’t handsome. You have a nice body. A lot of men definitely don’t have that. You’re nice, you cook, and you’re employed. I think you have a bright future.”
“What makes you think that my future is bright?” I’m glad somebody does.
“You’re obviously very intelligent. You talk about getting a law degree.”
“I don’t really think about it that often.”
“I think you should. You’ll probably be successful.” Carol sounds assured. “You’ve already been in making me happy and that’s not easy.”
“What do you mean? I’m sure you’ve experienced happiness in the past.”
“We can talk about that after we finish this wonderful dinner.”
We finish eating and after putting the dishes away we go into her living room to watch a comedy concert movie, Patrick Wilson - Live. The brother is funny. After the movie we have some more wine. Feeling looser Carol talks about her past relationships.
“I really haven’t been out with that many men. I guess I’ve been choosy.”
“You have to be. There’s a lot of jerks out there.”
“I think that I’ve managed to avoid the jerks, but the guys I did go out with...everything would be fine until they would do something stupid.”
“Stupid? Like what?”
“One guy that I had been going out with for five months was late for a date. He didn’t call or anything. He shows up to my apartment an hour late and then doesn’t explain why he was late. He tried to play it off like nothing happened.”
“I don’t know why guys are so stupid sometimes.”
“I wish you could tell me. There was this one guy I was with who tried to have sex with me without a condom. He said that he didn’t have one. When I told him that we couldn’t have sex he all of a sudden produced one. I told him to get out of my apartment.”
“At least you didn’t tolerate his stuff.”
“I’m trying to do too much with my life to tolerate any crap. That’s what I like about you. You seem like you want something for yourself.”
You’re about the only one who thinks so. “Thank you. Now let me do something for you. Lay down on the couch.”
“I’m going to give you a message.”
“Why didn’t you say so?”
Carol lays on her stomach. I straddle her and massage her neck. “Does this feel good?”
Twenty minutes later Carol leads me into her bedroom.