07 May Sample Sunday: No Right Way To Drink Spinach
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She stood in front of me completely relaxed despite the fact that she was completely naked, looking at me with her eyebrow raised like she was waiting for me to speak.
“What did you do to me?” I asked, bringing a smile to her face, which wasn’t what I was expecting.
She took a few steps, closing the distance between us before she tipped her head back a bit to look me in the eyes as her hand closed around my dick, stroking me through the fabric of my boxers. “Nothing you didn’t want.”
“You know what I mean,” I said, catching her hand to stop the motion before it started feeling a little too good.
Her expression shifted, from seductress to real confusion. She gave me a slight shake of her head. “Eddie… I don’t, actually. I’m just… being me.”
The truth in that struck me in the chest. I couldn’t expect her to be able to explain my personal chaos over how my perception of her was shifting. That was some shit I would have to figure out for myself.
“Anyway, thank you for not interrupting my morning practice,” she said, turning to walk away. I followed the sway of her ass and hips to the kitchen, where she opened the refrigerator and started pulling out bowls of chopped produce to place on the counter. “I don’t like it when my day gets thrown off.”
“Sounds like that’s happened to you before.” I took a seat at the counter, watching as she started loading stuff into a blender that made me cringe at the combination.
“Once or twice,” she chirped, oblivious to my disgust. “You want a smoothie?” she frowned when I immediately, adamantly shook my head. “You got something against smoothies?”
“Yeah, the taste.”
“Oh, I see what this is,” she nodded. “You haven’t had one made right yet. I’ve got you.”
“There’s no right way to drink spinach.”
She laughed at that. “There definitely is. Blended with fruits and a little yogurt if your tummy can handle it. Maybe a little honey.”
“I don’t care what you put in it, the shit tastes like fancy grass.”
“It does not,” she giggled, then put the top on the blender and pressed the button to whip everything into a muddy green colored mixture that she poured into two big glasses. “Just taste this,” she said, sliding a straw to me over the counter.
I shook my head. “I’m good.”
“Pleassse?” she asked, leaning over the counter, which was entirely unfair considering her nudity. Titties had made me say yes to a lot more than trying a damn smoothie.
I blew out a sigh and then picked up the straw, dropping it unceremoniously into the glass. Her face spread into a big smile as she picked up her own and took a long sip, with me following suit. She gave me rapt attention as she waited for my response, so intense that it almost made me choke as I pulled the smoothie into my mouth. My eyebrows went up, and my eyes got a little bigger.
“Damn. This actually good.”
“Ahhh!” she shrieked, coming to meet me on the other side of the counter. “Told you it was good. And now, you can say you’ve had my Strawberry Lemonade Green Smoothie. Very exclusive.”
I chuckled, then took another sip. “Is that right?”
“Mmmmhmmm,” she nodded, taking another drink from her own glass. “I love smoothies. I’m perfect at them. And, they help make sure I get my proper fruit and veggie intake… which is why I taste so damn good.”
“That’s what you think?” I asked her, grinning as she stepped away before I was able to grab her.
“That’s what I know.”
She was right. She tasted good as hell.
Once again, I followed that ass, this time to her bedroom, where she sat her glass down on top of her dresser. I sat down on the bed, watching her as she fished out shorts and a sports bra, but when she started to put them on, I got up.
“Wait a second, what do you need this for?” I asked, pulling the items from her hand, and tossing them on top of the dresser.
She gave me a coy smile. “Have you been enjoying the view?”
“What do you think?” I moved so that my dick was pressed against her stomach, and she bit down on her lip as she reached behind her, for a little decorative box on top of the dresser.
“I think,” she said, slipping her free hand into the waistband of my boxers to pull me free. “That despite our contentious start… this could be the beginning of a mutually satisfying, ongoing exchange of energy.” She held up to condom she’d retrieved, and raised an eyebrow, stroking me with her other hand as she waited for a response.
I took the condom and tore it open, then handed it back. She grinned as she rolled in onto me, and grinned harder when I turned her around, bending her over the dresser.
“I think you might be right.”