Date: Thu, 7 Aug 2003 20:31:51 -0700 (PDT) From: LeslieNTammy BarberNRose Subject: Kiss The Cook Chapter 1 Copyrighted by SkyeRoseNovels Author: SkyeRose Feedback Email Address: leslientammy@yahoo.com Kiss The Cook *For My Leslie* It had been 2 years now since I had moved to Melbourne, Australia to just chill and relax. I was enticed to come and live here by a friend over the internet. She was right when she said it was a laid back place with a laid back atmosphere. Except the bad thing was that I worked more than I socialized. But this year had slowed down a little and I wasn't hurting for money. I was actually ahead in the game and doing better than most 20 year olds I know. I decided this particular Friday night that I would take a co-worker of mine up on her offer to grab some food at this really nice Italian joint. The food there was awesome. I could just tell that whoever the cook was, poured his heart into the food. But what topped it off, was the dessert with creme caramel. Honey when I say that this stuff was good, I mean I literally could have slapped the hell out of my mama for it. I just had to meet the man who was preparing such great dishes. Now most Italian restaurants have men working in the back, so when I asked the manager if I could see the man who cooked such great food, he laughed at me. Out from the back came this lovely woman. She had to stand 6 even, thick, red hair, green eyes, and beautiful olive skin. There was something smoothe about her that I just couldn't put my finger on. I reached out to shake her hand, and her hand was so soft and engulfing that I think I held it longer than I should have. My friend noticed this and so did the manager because he walked off, and my friend got up and told me that she would meet me at the car. I didn't mind them leaving because we didn't need the extra company. She told me that her name was Leslie, and she explained to me that she had been cooking for a long time. I told her that I felt her passion in the food and she just stared into my eyes. She took out a card and told me to meet her at a local lesbian club called Krazy Katz, in about an hour. I agreed and left the restaurant. My friend was not up to going to a lesbian club. (Considering that she was married to a woman who didn't play that at all.) It was okay though cause I knew my party girls would be up to it. Ella, Jana, and Sincerity were all down with partying anywhere. They didn't care, but making it a lesbian club, was right up their alley because they were also my fellow sisters in what we called "The Rainbow Society". I decided to change into a hot little black number. I am kuntry thick, still repping Alabama's finest thick sistahs, so my pants showed all my curves and my halter was completely filled with "the twins". I thought I was cute and I pinned my hair up, because I was going to let loose and shake a little bit. We arrived around 12:30 and the place was jumping. The d.j. had tight music flowing and it hit my body hard. She had Sean Paul's "Like Glue" blaring over the system and it seemed that everyone in there flowed to one single beat on the dance floor. Even the bartenders were grooving behind the bar. I looked up to find this wonderful d.j. and there was the cook, Leslie, from the restaurant. She had on a shirt that said "Practice Safe Sex...Go Fuck Yourself!" Why did that not surprise me that she had something like that on, but she was cool with me. Not only could this chick cook, but she knew her music. She played a nice variety that pleased every soul in the place. But when she put on Floe try's "Sunshine", I think my panties dripped. I looked up to find her just when I felt hands on my waist. I knew it was her because my heart was beating to the same rhythm as hers. She whispered in my ear with her strong accent and I felt my body let loose and lean into her. She was probably holding me up because she had given my mind a personal high. It's like reaching a point of ecstasy and the person not even sexually pleasing you. Her words gave me a mental orgasm, her touch gave me an emotional orgasm, and her movement made me want a physical orgasm. There was just something in this woman. But when she turned me around and looked into my eyes, I saw everything I had went through to get to her. It was at that moment that I realized that she was the other half of my soul. She was the missing link in my life. She was the reason I stayed at home instead of going out flossing myself on just anyone. She was the reason that I went through so much hurt inside with all my other past relationships. It took looking into her eyes to make me see the person I had molded into just so in that present moment I could love her. The most amazing thing about this universe is that it links us to our one and true loves. That when I was born 20 years ago, in my womb, I began to love this person. We were in love from that moment on, but it took divine intervention to get us to meet. I was so deep in thought that I didn't even hear her asking me did I want to come feel her energy. She caught me off guard because I think she offered me an invitation for a session in love making. You best believe I grabbed her hand and hurried along with her. We got outside and she kissed me and I swear it felt like the kiss lasted for an hour, but it was only a peck. When we got on the train, she stared at me and bit her lip in this really romantic and seductive way. I just knew that it was going to be a long night, especially when she leaned in and kissed me again. She knew she was drawing me in and her whole aura was getting sexier and sexier as she touched me. She rubbed my arms and I felt taken over by her body. I wanted her and she could see it in my eyes. We walked into her room and she pushed me on the bed and took advantage of my body right then and there. She pulled my clothes off and pushed her fingers inside of me. Now I normally don't like things to go fast but she had me all open and ready for just about anything. She pulled me up just as I was about to cum and pulled me onto her kitchen table. She put my legs on her shoulder and went to town on my pussy. She was eating me like she was at an open buffet. I screamed and jerked for hours as she continued to eat till I had to make her stop. She then pinned me against the wall and wrapped my legs around her. I don't know how she held me and her up but she did. I came again, long and hard. That was 3 places in a row and it was her turn next. I went the opposite way though. I had sudden passion for this woman so I took my time undressing her and kissing her. I touched her all over before even kissing the spots I touched. Then I went back with my tongue and gave each important section special attention. As I went to her pussy, I could feel her body tense up. I looked her into the eyes and she seen what I was about to do. I tongue fucked her over and over again. I had this lil Aussie saying words that I had never heard, and I had lived in Australia for two years and heard just about everything. I could feel her final climax, and she pushed my head in deeper as I soaked up all her juices. She told me that she didn't like penetration, so I climbed on top of her and positioned my clit with hers. She fell deep into my arms as we humped like rabbits. This went on for about another 2 hours. We were still getting it on when the sun came up and neither one of us was tired. I mean it was like back to back to back orgasms and all kinds of words were coming from the both of us. She pleased me over and over again and I did the same. That night was just the start of something wonderful. We ended up dating seriously for 6 months. Until I got the call that my father had passed away. I guess I just kind of pushed myself away from her. I didn't even tell her that I was leaving for the funeral or anything. I left my heart in Australia and took that dreadful plane trip to Tennessee. Leslie called my phone back to back but I just couldn't bring myself to pick it up and even try to explain to her. When I had left 2-1/2 years ago, me and my father were not on good terms. Although I was just like him, he saw my lifestyle as a rebellious way of getting back at him. He actually disowned me to my friends and family. I just wish that things hadn't have went down like that and that I actually had time to apologize for not being what he really wanted me to be. It made me feel awful. I had a guilt trip and my sisters didn't make it any better. They blamed me for his death and the whole time I was there I wished Leslie was with me. I started to miss everything about her, especially her smile. Her smile was brilliant. I missed her laughter. I distinctively missed her touch. Even after six months, every time she touched me it felt new. I loved the way that she loved me. I couldn't get over her but I couldn't come to grips with myself to pick up my phone either. The funeral came and went and I still had not returned to Australia or found nerve to talk to Leslie. When I finally got the nerve to explain, her friends told me that she packed up her stuff and sent a message to me that she missed me. I figured she went to visit her folks, so I just went on. I think that 2 weeks passed when I walked in my part of the house from settling some business with my father's will. The guest house smelled fresh and full of rosemary and garlic. I knew this smell. It was Leslie. I just knew it. When I turned the corner there was no one there. There wasn't even any food in my kitchen. I went up to my mom's house and smelled food. She said she was trying a new recipe. So I sat at the dining room table in the dining room away from the kitchen with my head down. I felt a touch on my neck and I just knew that was for sure Leslie. When I turned around it was her. I couldn't even explain to her anything because within her eyes I knew that she already knew everything. After all she was the other half of my soul. Now I can also testify that she was my better half indeed. I love Leslie. I never went back to Australia, but now we live in Atlanta, GA where she owns one of the biggest and well known restaurants in Atlanta. I teach college classes now. We have been together for 17 years and we have a 12 year old and a 4 year old. Our love grows stronger by the years, and every time she touches me it still feels brand new.