Unspoken Pleasure

“I wasn’t, but she called and really needs me. I called Rachel already and she’ll be here before you go to work tomorrow. I’ve got to go. The kids are in doing their homework. No sugar this weekend. I should be back by Tuesday evening.”

Then, without a goodbye or a parting good wish, Kathy was out the door.

“Well shit.” John stared after her for a moment and then went in to see the kids.

John and the kids had a great night, playing the Wii and eating way too much sugar filled food and candy. It was the best night they had together in months. He hated to admit it, but he thought it was probably because Kathy was gone. She hardly ever seemed to have fun anymore.

The next morning John woke up late. The alarm hadn’t gone off or maybe he just forgot to set it. Usually Kathy reminded him. “Damn her,” John muttered as he ran into the shower. He threw on some clothes and ran down the stairs. He was immediately greeted to the scent of eggs and bacon wafting from the kitchen.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“What? How?”

“Oh there you are, sleepy head.” Rachel leaned out of the kitchen doorway. “We thought we heard you coming down the stairs.” She held out a cup of coffee to him.

“Uh… good morning Rachel,” John said, taking the coffee. “I forgot you were coming over. I guess Kathy gave you a key?”

“No silly. I know where you guys keep the extra key outside. So I came early and decided you could use a good hot breakfast. That’s yours at the table. Hurry up and eat so you aren’t late.”

“Wow. Thank you,” John said sitting down at the table and digging in. He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten a hot breakfast at home. Kathy just decided one day that she was done cooking.

The kids had already finished and were in the family room watching cartoons. John stood up and grabbed his briefcase and jacket. “I’m not sure how late I’ll be Rachel,” he said.

“That’s no problem. Stay as late as you need to. We’ll be fine.”

“I’ll call and order you a pizza if I’m going to be really late.” John was now awake enough to really look at Rachel. She was wearing another skin tight t-shirt and he could see the outline of her nipples poking out. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Shit!

Rachel laughed. Had she caught him glancing at her chest? John started to turn red.

“Don’t worry about pizza, Mr. Greene. I’ll cook something up. Just let me know when you’ll be home. I love to cook, and I’ve got two really good helpers in there. Say good bye to your dad, guys,” she called into the family room.

“Good bye daddy!” two little voices shot out in unison.

John felt a warmth in his chest. This was how family life should be. Then he caught himself… life is what you make it.

“Okay, then,” John said. “Dinner’s on you, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind,” Rachel said, beaming at him. “Have a great day Mr. Greene,” she called after him as he walked out the front door.

John turned to her. “Call me John,” he said and headed off to work.

John put in almost a full day of work finishing up his quarterly reports. He would be happy if he never saw another spreadsheet or SQL query for the rest of his life. When it was nearly six, he called Rachel and let her know that he was on his way home.

“That’s great, John,” Rachel said. “Dinner will be hot and ready when you get in.”

“Wow. You really are good,” he said. “Thanks again. You didn’t really have to cook dinner.”

“Yes I did silly,” Rachel said, giggling, and then hung up the phone.

John found himself smiling like an idiot when he got off the phone. She had a way of making him feel like an awkward kid fresh out of high school. He had forgotten to ask her if she needed another ride home tonight.

John pulled up to his house about forty minutes later and the door opened up before he had a chance to fish his key out his pocket. “Hi, John,”Rachel smiled at him. “How was your day?” It was really nice to have someone ask about his day for once.

“It was great,” he said, meaning it. It felt good to get everything done and not have to worry about someone giving him an attitude when he got home late. “I’m really glad to be home though.” That was the truth.

“Well I’m glad you’re home too,” Rachel said. She reached out to take his briefcase and carried it into the house.

John followed her into the house and was greeted by the unmistakable smell of spaghetti and fresh garlic bread.

Rachel placed his briefcase by the stairs and motioned for John to follow her into the kitchen. She had two plates on the table and two glasses of wine as well.

“Thank you. This looks wonderful.”

“You’re welcome. I’m a little nervous. I’m afraid you won’t like it.”

The both sat down and started eating.

“Rachel, this is so good. Who taught you how to cook?” John couldn’t believe how good it was.

“My mom,” she replied. “Well, she started me off, but I absolutely love to cook and I’ve taken some classes at the community college already.”

Rachel picked up her glass of wine and took a big gulp and John snapped back to reality.

“Uh… that might not be a good idea,” he said. “I don’t want you driving home after drinking and I don’t want your parents to think that we’re… partying here or something. In fact, you probably shouldn’t be drinking at all”

“I already thought about that,” she said, sucking an entire meatball into her mouth.

John’s cock twitched in his pants. What did she mean that she’d already thought about that?

“Drink up. It’s really good,” Rachel said, draining her glass and then filling it up again from the bottle on the table.

John did drink up. She had definitely picked the correct wine. He should know. He was known as a wine snob by his friends. He hadn’t realized she knew anything about wine or even where his wine cellar was.

“That really is good,” John said. “How were you planning on getting home?” he asked, changing the subject.

“I’m not,” Rachel said simply, taking another drink. “I told my parents that you wouldn’t be home till really late and that it would be easier for me to stay the night and get picked up in the morning.”

“Well… I mean…”

Rachel cut him off with laughter. “You are so silly,” she said smiling and gazing into his eyes.

“Well, let’s finish up, “John said.

When they were done, Rachel went up to check on the kids. John cleared the plates and started the dishwasher. Rachel came down a few minutes later. “Oh, I was going to do that.”

“Not on your life,” John said. “The cook never does his own dishes, at least not in this house.”

“That’s sweet, “Rachel said.

Was she tipsy already? John had only seen her drink two glasses but the bottle was empty already. “The kids are already in bed and just waiting for you to say goodnight to them.”

“Thank you,” John said, meaning it. He bounded up the stairs.

When he came back down a few minutes later, he noticed another open bottle of wine on the kitchen counter. He was more than a little uncomfortable having an underage drinker in the house, and even more so since it was Rachel. He went into the family room and found Rachel lounging on the couch. She had a glass for him as well.