She Cooks Too
by BrettJ © 2012
For my first story of 2012, I decided that I would return to a familiar character that we haven't seen for a while. I recommend reading "There is Baking and There is Cooking" first if you are new to my work. ~~BrettJ
Asia Fitzgibbons had many things going for her.
She was tall, long-legged, with firm, high breasts and gorgeous dark hair piled upon a slender, near-perfect body.
She had beautiful brown eyes, a cute pug nose and a winning smile. Her friends told Asia that when she entered a room, it lit up around her.
She was well-educated, a hard worker and very intelligent. She had married well; everyone said so, at 25 to the 35-year old Wilson "Willy" Fitzgibbons who had the largest automotive dealership in the Tri-State area. She wanted for nothing and as she was moving up in the law firm she worked for, it seemed to everyone that knew her that there was nothing Asia couldn't do. Those who thought that were wrong. There were two things she couldn't do at all.
She couldn't get Willy to spice up their sex life and she couldn't cook to save her life. Asia could barely boil water and so there were usually two choices for Asia, Willy and their kids – eat out or pay one of their two maids overtime and have the maids cook meals for them. Wilson grumbled about it constantly, but Asia always countered his complaints. "You married me because I was gorgeous and a great fuck," She would hiss when the kids were out of earshot. "My mother couldn't cook either, how was I supposed to learn? Daddy ran a restaurant, so none of us kids ever had to learn."
Asia actually wanted to learn how to cook, as she wanted to start hosting dinner parties and have other people to their home. What was the use of having a lavish home if you couldn't show it off? She did all her own gardening and decorating but they rarely had company that would get the chance to see it. At times, Willy was almost anti-social. Asia had been quite the social butterfly in both high school and university, so the life she had led for the past 7½ years did not suit her at all.
Money could fix all of that – money could fix anything, Asia rationalized. She signed up for two cooking classes at the local community college, one on Mondays and one on Wednesdays when Willy had his weekly poker games. Her parents would take the kids on Monday and Willy's would have them on Wednesday and take them to school Thursday morning, as they lived close by.
For a change, Willy didn't fight her on this. He thought the lessons were a great idea, as they would save him money in the long run. He looked at the cost of the two classes and thought twice, but as Asia had
that
look in her dark eyes and he decided that he had better not push his luck. Asia had an indomitable will when she wanted something and smart people just capitulated early. It worked out better for everyone in the long run.
Asia decided that she would tackle the classes the way she pursued everything else in her life, with the intent of making a success of it. It was a class with only 15 students and Asia hoped that she would be able to learn a lot and perhaps get some hands-on instructions. She wanted to provide her family with some nice meals when all of this was over and she hoped that the classes would be worth the hefty price tag.
The teacher walked into the classroom and to Asia's surprise, the instructor was younger than Asia herself. An attractive, auburn-haired woman who introduced herself as Brandi, she immediately commanded the attention of the class.
With the men, they hung on her every word because of her intimidating beauty and how nicely her clothes hugged what was clearly a spectacular body. The women paid attention because she spoke in a simple, straightforward manner and patiently answered all of their questions with a jovial, good humor. She told the women that she would be teaching them simple recipes and branching out over time. Asia was thrilled with that – she was the type of cook that could barely make toast.
There was something about Brandi that Asia warmed to immediately. She paid careful attention and did her best not to come across as an idiot when she asked the attractive teacher any questions. Brandi had a soft, husky voice and she smiled every time someone spoke to her. It was simple for Asia to see that this woman was likely a success at anything she did. Asia smiled at Brandi as she left and found herself looking forward to the class next week. She thought to herself that there was no way that her Wednesday class would be as enjoyable as this one had been.
Asia was pleasantly surprised yet again – she was wrong. Her Wednesday class, where she was to learn how to make desserts and pastries, proved to be equally
stimulating
.
The teacher walked in and at first, Asia thought he was another student. He was gorgeous, rugged looking in a sports coat and jeans. His name was Stefan and the moment he spoke, his French accent entranced the women in the class. This man was a virtual Adonis who owned his own pastry shop and obviously had a great passion for his work. Asia hoped she could learn from him but if not, she was going to enjoy coming here every Wednesday evening and looking at this gorgeous specimen of manhood. If she happened to enjoy a nice pastry or two from time-to-time, she was doubly blessed.
Willy was pleasantly surprised to find his wife humming when he returned home from playing poker and it also amazed him that Asia initiated sex. He had no idea that his wife still found him lackluster in the bedroom, but she was so horny from being in Stefan's class that she really didn't care. He was a warm body and a cock and that was all she required.
The following Monday, Brandi wasn't the only one who attracted attention. The teacher looked sensational in a dark skirt and dazzling red high heels, but Asia also dressed in a black leather mini and black stilettos. Asia had been at her salon for most of the day, pampering herself to look her best, although she couldn't say why. Willy sure as hell wouldn't notice and would likely complain about the expense. Asia didn't have Stefan's class until Wednesday, so why was she making such a fuss? In the end, it really didn't matter because it was nice to be excited about something again.
She really enjoyed the class. Brandi taught them a simple recipe for Hamburger Stroganoff and Asia was certain that she could make it easily. Hamburger, a can of cream of mushroom soup, drain the grease, add flour to the meat to dry up any remaining grease and thicken the sauce, a can of soured milk, garlic to taste and serve over rice – it all seemed simple and she was sure that Willy and the kids would like it. She lingered behind the class to thank Brandi for her work and patience with them all.
"It's my pleasure," Brandi said, sitting on the edge of her desk. Her skirt rode up and you could see the tall beauty had well-sculpted legs and was not wearing pantyhose. "I took cooking classes here for years and now I'm the one teaching them – it's fun and I'm a 'foodie', so that makes it extra special."
"I love food too, I just can't cook it to save my life," Asia sighed. "My husband is thrilled that I'm finally going to learn, he isn't even kicking up a fuss about the cost of the two classes."
"With a face and body like yours, your husband is hung up on your cooking?" Brandi chuckled. "If I was married to a woman like you, I'd hire a chef and keep you busy somewhere else."
"He's not exactly a thrill-a-minute
there
either," Asia griped. "Hey, I have no idea why I'm telling you all of this and keeping you after class."
"Don't sweat it, pretty lady," Brandi said, patting Asia's hand. "Hey, there's a nice lounge right around the corner. If you don't have to be home right away, want to get a drink?"
