A Taste for Change
written by:
Bobby_J

THE FAMILY

The Patras family came to the United States from Greece just before World War 1. It was led by the patriarch of the family, Alekos Patras, was a well-known mason and concrete worker in Athens, Greece, and continued in that tradition when he brought his family to the States. He and his wife, and their four children, along with his two brothers and their families. The Patras Stone and Masonry Co. had been in existence for generations in Greece and was now going to flourish in America. The first years were very difficult. They settled in Philadelphia, and it took a while to build a reputation for quality and value. By the mid 1960's, The eldest of the Patras sons had taken over and they were operating in three major cities, Philadelphia, New York, and Cleveland. Everyone in the family was in the business. The men were all craftsmen and laborers, and the women worked in the offices answering phones and handling client relations. It was a very tight knit family operation.

The Patras business continued on like this, being very successful, for decades. In the year 1988 the company was being run by Alekos Patras' eldest grandson, Marco, who was the eldest son of Alekos' eldest son Alexei. It was in 1988 that Marco and his wife Gina had their first son, who they named Cole. From the day he was born Cole was destined to be the next man who would run the Patras Stone and Masonry Co. Cole had a younger sister and brother, and they would surely work in the family business if they wanted to, but it wasn't as expected.

Cole was spoiled and catered to most of his childhood. But as was the custom, at the age of 13 Cole was put to work. Alongside his young cousins he was responsible for grunt labor. It was in this way that children in the Patras family were taught the importance of hard work and sacrifice, while at the same time being doted on by their mothers. Cole showed a great aptitude in school, he was bright and well-liked by his peers. He was a strong teen but not in the way of athletics, but strong in his work. He could do anything with his hands, art, sculpting, and of course masonry. His father and uncles really took notice of his eye for design when a client came in with a special request. Cole could sit down and sketch exactly what the client wanted done and even interpret a client's feelings or unclear vision into an exact plan and design for a project.

Cole had never even questioned his destiny. He would work through school, and yes on to college, and then work under his father for a few more years before taking over the entire multi city operation. Headquarters was still in Philly and he loved it there. It was home for him. He went to college at Temple U. and stayed close to the family. He barely experienced college due to his work schedule. He was exhausted on most weekends. On several occasions his mother tried to convince Cole and his father to slow things down for Cole. "You are going to burn him out before he gets to the finish line" she would say. They just shrugged her off. This was how it had been for Marco and this was how it would be for Cole.

Cole did have a couple romantic encounters as a teen and in his college years. They were usually associated with an upcoming dance and never really lasted very long. Cole was always aware that the girls that he ended up with were somehow overtly aware of his status and future wealth. This bothered him and led him to not trust many women. He hadn't lost his virginity until he was 20, his junior year at college, and that was truly a one night stand. At 20 Cole was 6'2, with a very lean frame. Cole had the face of Greece as most Americans would know it. Olive skin, a square jaw, dark thick hair and deep dark eyes. Years of work and great genes had given him a natural physique that most men work very hard to achieve, and sculptors covet for inspiration. Cole was blissfully unaware of his good looks and his charm which made him that much more desirable.

Cole graduated from Temple in 2009, he was 21, and his life was already mapped out. It would start with him officially being named as his father's second in command. He would travel to the other two cities to meet with his uncles and cousins, and would slowly take over the operations from his father over the next handful of years. It was truly a wonderful system. Each hardworking generation had been able to retire just a little earlier than the group before them. It meant they could enjoy the fruits of their labor with their family. Cole liked the comfort of knowing what to expect. It was reassuring to know that this would work, because it has for 100 years.

AN AWAKENING

The first official business trip he took with his father was to New York. A special dinner was planned with he and his father, as well as the New York office. This included several uncles, aunts, and cousins who worked in the office and some of them were project supervisors on the work sites. There would be 16 of them that night, and when the Patras family went out for important or special events they spared no expense. They had a reservation for a private dining experience at "21". This place had been around since 1930 and was one of the original speakeasies of the prohibition era. It has remained a landmark of New York City dining.

Cole was dressed in a dark suit with new designer shoes, all purchased on the company account of course. He looked himself over in the mirror and let out a sigh. He suddenly saw himself in 40 years staring back. He was wearing a similar suit and going to the same dinner to have the same general conversations. It was a bit depressing for Cole. He had always loved being creative and had hoped to delve into more design work with the company but soon realized that the everyday operations required more attention that that would allow.

He walked from his hotel to "21", passing up the offer to have a limo pick him up. He loved the city. Any city. The sounds, the smells, the energy. He felt life all around him as he walked. The door was opened for him as he walked up to "21" and he was escorted to the private dining party set up in the wine cellar. He knew the net worth of his family's business but they rarely treated themselves this well. They were humble blue collar people who had been very successful due to hard work. This was truly a one of a kind dining experience.

He mingled with family and sipped a scotch. The best scotch he had ever tasted. He only had it because his uncles always drank scotch and ordered him as one. So he had built up a taste for the liquid. This was very smooth. After several drinks dinner service began. The conversation around the table was of work and Cole tried to stay engaged as was expected of him. His father was bombarded from different directions with questions and ideas about upcoming projects. Cole was suddenly distracted by a slender arm placing a bowl of soup in front of him. A soft voice said "Some appetizers" Cole glanced up at his server. She was a very pretty girl, maybe 19 years old, with a short blonde haircut. Her body as hidden by the standard black dress pants and white button down top, but she appeared athletic and petite. He thanked her and turned to the platters that had been set out. He hadn't eaten much that day and was very hungry. It smelled fantastic.

He began to sample, Cornmeal-Crusted Crab Cake, Foie Gras Terrine, Grilled Octopus, and Sautéed Pork Belly. As Cole ate, his world went silent. He seemed to feel and experience every bite in a very strong way. He found himself wondering what was that flavor, what was that texture, how did they do this? His culinary world was limited to moms cooking, which was very good, but very traditional. Also very traditional was the fact that Cole had not really been permitted to do anything in the kitchen. He had been catered to most of his life at home. Even in college he ate on the go a lot and when he did sit down to eat it was a family dinner. He had never experienced food quite like this.

He avoided interaction with those at the table as the dinner continued. As each course came out he engaged more with his server. Asking what things were and how this was made. She used terms he had little knowledge of but he wanted to know anyways. When the meal was over Cole seemed to come back to reality amid stares. He had apparently been asked a question to which he never responded. "What?" was all he could muster. The room burst into laughter and applause. He had been asked what he thought of dinner and if he had anything he wanted to say on this special occasion. His response was so off the wall and out of character everyone chalked it up to the drink and found it very amusing. Cole blushed and excused himself.

He found his way to the restroom. After relieving himself of the beverages he had imbibed that evening he washed up and again looked in the mirror. This time his reflection smiled back at him. "I feel good" he thought. "I feel happy and...really good" He shook his head, dried his hands and walked out. He heard a happy buzz from the main dining room and ventured toward it. There was a bar and many tables full of people who sounded exactly like he felt. A door behind him swung open and a server brought a tray of food by. It smelled wonderful and he followed the tray absently. He watched from a distance as the patrons were presented their meals and they began dining.

"Are you lost?" His server was behind him smiling. "Do you need anything Mr. Patras?" Cole looked back to the main floor and shook his head, "no, and its Cole." She placed her hand on his arm and gently moved him to the side as a rush of movement walked past. The sudden movement was a man dressed all in white and glistening with sweat. He was wiping his hands on a towel as he approached a table on the corner. He was met with smiles and handshakes and even some small hand claps. Cole laughed a bit uncomfortably, "who is that?" His server answered "that's Chef Griffin."

Cole nodded and watched him work the room for a bit then return to the kitchen. Cole moved as if to follow him and his server spoke up, "sir, your party is this way." Cole snapped back into focus and nodded, "lead the way...I'm sorry I've forgotten your name." She smiled "Sara". He followed her back to the wine cellar for dessert and coffee. "Thank you Sara." He seemed to say it every time she was near him now even if she hadn't brought him anything. She laughed and said almost mockingly "you're very welcome Mr. Cole Patras" putting extra emphasis on the "Cole".

As the party began to dissipate Cole pulled Sara aside. "Would you like to meet for drinks later?" Sara blushed and looked around nervously. Cole realized this was probably improper for her at work and quickly changed gears. "I am staying at The Pearl, we could meet for coffee in the morning or whatever." He felt desperate. Sara smiled and and nodded. "I get off late tonight, after close... how about we do breakfast in the morning?" She looked a little unsure now to what his response would be. If he was just another rich player he would push for tonight. Cole looked down and under his breath said "That would be great. When and where? It's your city." Sara smiled, "I know a place that does great breakfast. Meet me at the Bel-Aire Diner in Queens at 9." Cole nodded and Sara hurried off for more work.

Cole said his goodbyes and caught a cab out front. Many of his younger cousins (older than him but younger i.e. 30's and 40's) were going out for more drinks, but Cole headed back to his room. His mind was racing, he thought about each bite he had taken and the look on the diners faces as they ate and thanked the chef. He thought about Sara and all the questions he wanted to ask her. He found her sweet and attractive, but he had to admit to himself that he wanted to meet her for purely selfish reasons. He wanted to know more about life in the kitchen and she was the only person he knew at the moment who could help him.

BREAKFAST

The next morning Cole showered and threw on some light khakis and a tshirt. He looked in the mirror and remembered he was actually meeting a pretty women for breakfast. He rubbed his chin and felt the stubble. He didn't want to shave. He shrugged his shoulders and grabbed a button down shirt from the closet, put it on and rolled up his sleeves. He grabbed his shoulder bag with his ipad and newspaper in it and made for the lobby. It was June and the heat was already building for the day. He got in a a cab and said, "Bel-Aire's in Queens.". His cabbie nodded and quickly pulled into traffic.

The drive seemed to take forever but Cole didn't mind. He enjoyed the ride and thought about the previous night and Sara. He suddenly got a little nervous. The truth was he had been drinking and the liquid courage helped him ask her to meet him. Now that he was completely sober he felt his nerves react a bit. They pulled up to the diner and he paid the cabbie. He walked in and smiled. This was truly a diner in every sense of the word. Long reflective mirrors along the wall, a long bar where patron were sipping coffee and eating breakfast. Booths along the walls. He looked around for Sara and when he didn't see her he found a booth and positioned himself so he could see her when she came in.

He was brought a cup of coffee and slowly sipped as he took in the place. He smelled the bacon and eggs frying and heard the kitchen staff as they worked. This caught his attention. He stood and wandered over near the counter and watched the dance that ensued. Short order cooks calling out the orders and sliding back in forth across the galley kitchen preparing the meals. He was transfixed.

He was again brought out of his stupor by Sara, "Hey, what is it with you and kitchens? Are you one of those creepy foodies?' She laughed jokingly. Cole smiled and they sat down. Sara had a short pixie style haircut and it was nearly white blonde. She had crystal blue eyes and pale skin. A sharp contrast to Cole and the women in his family. She was wearing black yoga pants and a light weight hoodie. She was petite and had a very girly figure. He could now see her figure more than he could the night before and it was appealing. Her makeup was understated yet Cole could tell she took some time to get ready.

Cole responded. "I don't even know what a foodie is." He got the waitresses attention and they ordered. Cole watched Sara as she ordered. Her work as a server seemed to affect the way she spoke to the waitress. She was very polite and personable with the middle-aged women, who seemed to appreciate the sentiment. The waitress left and Sara asked "so why does a man destined to run a well-known and successful stone and masonry company have an obsession with kitchens and restaurants?" Cole shrugged, "I don't know, it just sort of hit me last night. That food was really good. I don't think I have ever stopped to notice good food from bad food before." Sara smiled, "do you cook?"

Cole and Sara talked for the next 2 hours over breakfast and coffee about everything from food to their childhoods growing up and plans for the future. Cole felt as if he was talking to an old friend after not seeing her for a while. Sara was 20 and the daughter of two retired teachers and was going to NYU studying business. Her parents ran a bed and breakfast in upstate New York in their retirement and she had plans to take it over upon her graduation. She worked at "21" to help cover the costs. As the conversation lagged Sara asked pointedly, "so tell me, why did you ask to meet me?" Cole looked taken aback. "I thought you seemed nice and we are getting along fine aren't we? " Sara sipped her coffee and peered over the rim at him. "Yes, we are getting along fine, but why did you ask me out last night? Everyone has an angle." Cole grinned, "Well aren't you the cynic? For one, you were very sweet to me last night when I asked you all those dumb questions about the food and such, secondly you are very attractive, and third...I had had a few too many to drink."

Sara burst into giggles, "I love the honesty." Cole laughed, "Well it's true, but in all seriousness, I seemed to be dealing with a sudden inner conflict about my life's direction, when you walked in and handed me something that may hold the answers. I want to know more about cooking. I long for a creative outlet that the family business simply doesn't have for me. Maybe it's not cooking, maybe its art, but I feel I really need to explore some options before I settle in. It's dangerous though, there are expectations for me." Sara could see how sincere he was. This was not a wealthy playboy. Instead this was a young man at a crossroads very early in life, and the battle between his passions and his logical reason was beginning. Sara tried to lighten things up, "Well, have you ever even cooked?" Cole shook his head looking down into his empty cup. The waitress came over, "refill?" Cole looked at Sara whop shook her head a little. "No ma'am I think we are going to get out of here, thank you though." Cole dropped some cash on the table and he and Sara walked out.

Outside the diner Sara looked hard at Cole who unabashedly returned her gaze. Sara broke the uncomfortable silence. "Tonight is my night off, and I had planned to stay in. How would you like to join me and we can cook dinner together. It's one thing to like what others cook for you and something completely different to cook it yourself." Cole hesitated. Where was this going? He nodded, "where should I meet you?" Sara quickly darted toward the side of the building and grabbed a bike that was chained up. As she undid her lock she called back to him, "You are at the Pearl right?" Cole responded, "Yes." Sara walked her bike up to him and threw her leg over the seat, "I'll pick you up in front of the hotel at 4." Sara pushed off and began to ride away. Cole yelled after her "I hope you don't expect us both to fit on that bike!" Sara waived her hand to him as she rode off.

SARA

Cole was waiting out front his hotel at 4 wearing the same khakis he had had on that morning but had replaced his button-down with a dark red slim fitting t-shirt. He knew it wasn't very dressy but Sara seemed like a very down to earth girl and they were eating dinner in so why fuss. He looked at the clock on the building opposite him and wondered what he was doing. His thoughts had been cluttered the last 24 hours and he had trouble focusing. He felt as if a plug had been let out of his brain and ideas and emotions had been let loose that had been stored up for years. He began to think of all the time he had worked so hard and strove for one predetermined outcome and all the things he had missed out on as a consequence. He felt regret, and it saddened him. Hell, it even angered him to a degree. He decided right then that he would begin to make decisions that made him feel good. Sure, I can still be reasonable and mature, but I have wasted my youth and I want to feel happy.

A cab pulled up and Sara hopped out waving him over. She had a small french blue sleeveless dress on that came down just below her knee. She had white flats and a small white belt around her waist that really brought attention to her small frame and yet accentuated the curve of her hip. Her makeup was understated as Cole had come to appreciate but she had a small white flower pinned in her hair that showed a bit of a flair that couldn't be ignored. While casual in appearance she had taken a few steps to impress and it worked. Cole grinned widely as he approached and they very naturally, without any awkwardness, gave each other a friendly hug. She felt very good in his arms and he hesitated to release her.

"Let's go, we have some shopping to do." Sara said as they piled into the cab. Cole grimaced, "Shopping?" Sara looked at him with a feigned loss of patience, "Well you must buy food before you prepare it. Wow, you really have been sheltered." They both laughed as Sara told the cabbie where to take them. Sara pointed out places along the drive. Landmarks, clubs, bars, restaurants, and Cole listened attentively the entire time. He found he was watching her talk more than he was looking at the sites. She had a calming effect in him that he had not had with other girls.

The cab stopped in front of a place called Gourmet Garage. They paid the fare and went inside. It was busy, but not unbearable. Sara handed Cole a basket and they began to walk. They looked at a lot of options and Sara asked Cole what sort of food he liked or didn't like. Sara had become a foodie when her parents hired a chef to run the kitchen at their bed and breakfast. Her laymen's understanding of the culinary world was obvious and helpful to Cole who had no idea what he was looking at half the time. The took their time and picked out some fresh produce. Cole spent extra time at the meat counter and had a good talk about picking the right steak with the butcher. He was genuinely excited to cook, or at least try to cook. The menu was simple, a nice fresh salad and a steak sliced on top. Sara commented, "it's best we start with something fairly simple yet useful. Every man should know how to cook a steak." They picked out two bottles of wine, this was something Cole did have experience with. He had been drinking wine with his family since he was 15, and had learned a thing or two about what wines you should drink with what types of meals. He selected two and they wen through the check out.

Cole had expected to catch another cab as they left but Sara stopped him and told him she lived within walking distance. Cole thought it odd that she offered to ride over to pick him up, but then though it was nice of her and it gave them more time to talk. Cole carried the brown bag and Sara led him three or four blocks down and around a corner to a set of steps. She unlocked the door at the top of the steps and they were standing in a hallway. It appeared there were two units on the main floor and steps leading up to more units. Sara motion Cole to go up the stairs. They stopped at the top and walked down the hall to a red door. She unlocked it and grabbed the bag from Cole.

Sara was talking about the place and how long she had been there while placing the grocery bag on the counter. It was a long rectangle shaped studio, with the kitchen on one end and then a sitting room with a television on the wall in the center followed by a screen and what appeared to be her bed set near the only window in the unit. The window looked out over the street they had walked up on. The appeared to be two other doors that Cole assumed were a closet and a bathroom. It had exposed brick walls and industrial unfinished ceilings. It was very charming and Cole thought it was perfect for a single New Yorker. It was lived in but not cluttered, modern yet shabby. More importantly, everything about it reminded him of it's occupant, Sara. From the décor to the smell. It smelled clean and fresh.

He walked to the counter where Sara was unloading the bag and asked "So, what should I do" Sara was amused. It was like teaching a home economics class. "Wash your hands and lets make the salad first." She grabbed a cutting board and a large chefs knife. They cleaned the greens and tomatoes and well as the green onions. The mushrooms she told him to wipe off but not run under water. She watched him move. He moved smoothly. Confident yet careful. He seemed to have a firm grip as he pulled the greens apart yet didn't bruise the tomatoes while handling them either. She showed him how to hold the knife while cutting the tomatoes and the turned it over to him. He struggled with the first one and they both and a laugh at the mangled mess that was left over. "You cut tomatoes like a stone mason." Cole elbowed her, "very funny, let me try again." Sara put the next one on the board and looked at Cole. His smile left him and his eyes furrowed as he focused on the task. She smiled as she saw him correct his mistakes and very easily cut the tomato perfectly. His hands were wonderful to look at. His dexterity undeniable and Sara thought about those hands on her pale skin as he worked.

She interrupted her momentary fantasy, "the other rule to cooking is that it can only truly be enjoyed while drinking." She popped the cork on the red wine and poured two glasses. Sara told Cole it was common place for the chefs and line cooks at the restaurant to drink heavily and partake of other less legal substances before, during, and after shifts. They sipped the wine, and the tasting and eventual swallowing left the place very silent. The city could be heard faintly outside the apartment, but Cole could hear Sara breathe deeply as she drank. He enjoyed being with Sara and he enjoyed working with his hands. He felt very comfortable with both. Sara got a grill pan out and showed Cole the difference between this pan and other pans she owned. She walked Cole through the process of lighting the gas stove and heating the pan very hot. Next she had him unwrap the steak and rub it with salt and pepper. He remembered the talk he had with the butcher and suddenly wished they had bought three or four different cuts of meat to experiment with.

Sara had Cole oil the grill pan liberally before placing the steak on the grill. It immediately smoked and sizzled. She told him that's what they wanted, to sear the outside of the meat. They sipped their wine and watched the clock. Cole noticed while working in the kitchen they were standing very close to one another. Close enough that had they been this close at breakfast this morning or any other time or place it may be uncomfortable or inappropriate. But in a kitchen it was required and common place. Sara told Cole that the key to good food is good ingredients. If you start with really good food, you need very little work to make it taste great. Her parents and the chef at the b&b taught her this. They used almost all local sources for the menus there.

The steak was finished. Sara told him "anything past medium is a sin." Cole agreed and they let the steak rest for a minute while she had him put a simple oil and vinegar dressing together. She was again surprised how unclumsy he was. He only needed to be showed once and he not only got it, but nearly did it better than she did. They cut the stuck and plated the dinner. More wine was poured and they sat down to eat. Cole was very excited to eat something he had cooked. Sara could tell and let him bite first before joining him. He closed his eyes and smirked. "It's really good." He ignored manners and spoke with the bite still in his mouth. He apologized and wiped his mouth on his napkin. Sara shook her head, "it's fine, I think you could be a really good cook." He smiled and Sara saw his lips glisten with the olive oil from the dressing. A lock of dark hair had fallen on his forehead and she again had to pull herself back from the edge.

They ate and drank. They talked and laughed. Cole hadn't been this happy in a long time. "I think I may want to cook more. Like a lot more." Sara finished her drink, "Really? You know its not always fun like this was. It takes a lot of hard work and paying dues and horrible hours...and besides I think your father would have something to say about it as well." Cole nodded and leaned back in his chair, "Yes, your right. It's crazy." He abruptly stood up and walked to the far end of the room where he could look out the window near the foot of her bed. Sara followed him, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be a downer, but it just seems like you should perhaps consider cooking as a hobby."

Cole nodded, "It's just that I rarely do anything just a little bit" he emphasized the "little bit". "I either go all the way or not at all, and I can't imagine myself going all the way in the family business. I know I can do it, but the thought of it makes my stomach turn. Whereas the thought of creating, creating food for people to enjoy...we make memories around meals, I could be a part of that for people." Sara was standing right beside him looking at him as he gazed out the window. He suddenly turned to her and grabbed her hand, "haven't you ever just wanted something, something that makes no sense but feels right?"

Sara stepped into Cole and stretched her neck so her mouth could reach his. He kissed her back and his arms slid to her back as hers traced their way up his torso to his shoulders. They separated and Sara whispered, "Yes." They began kissing again and more forcefully, Cole's hands played across the flimsy material her dress was made of and Sara pressed harder into his midsection with her body. There was heat between them and there mouths writhed against each other desperately seeking satisfaction from the one another's lips and tongue.

They instinctively moved to her bed and laid down together. Sara on her back and Cole on his side with one leg over her leg nestled near her core. She moved subtly so that she was rubbing herself against his thigh as they continued kissing. Cole ran his hand from her stomach to her very firm pert breasts. He could feel them strain at her top and the hardness of her nipples pressing against his palm.

Cole stopped and pulled his mouth from hers. Sara's eyes were wide, "What is it?" Cole smiled, "nothing, I just really like you and I am leaving tomorrow. I'm sure I will be back, but..." Sara smiled and kissed him again. The n whispered, "Hey, quit thinking so much. That's what got you into this mess your in. This is just you and me tonight, who cares what else it is or may be." Cole smiled and looked at Sara, her eyes, lips, neck...then whispered "Alright."

Wit that settled Sara rolled toward Cole forcing him to his back and attacked his shirt, which she pulled over his head amidst giggles. She assaulted his bare chest with kisses working her way down to his abs and waist. Cole closed his eyes as she unbuckled his pants and worked them down his thighs. She then pulled his boxers down and he felt the cool air on his cock. He thought his cock must look beat red as hot as it was. He looked down and it was very hard and throbbing to his heart beat. Sara looked at it as she unbuttoned her dress. She released it from her shoulders and undid her bra behind her back. Her breast were pinkish white with hard buttons for nipples. Her dress pooled around her waist as she reached forward for his member. Her small dainty hands encircled the shaft and stroked it gently. She continued this as she kissed her way up his chest to his neck and chin. He tasted salty and reminded her of the dinner they had just shared. There mouths met again and Cole reached down to Sara's ass. The dress was not only down around her waist but was hiked up over her thighs allowing Cole to massage her panty covered rear. She released her grip on his cock and Cole rolled her over.

He grabbed her dress and panties and pulled them over her thighs which were now up in the air in front of him. Once off, her legs splayed out revealing her pink flower. Cole ran his hands over her flat tummy and down toward her sex. He spread her lips with both hands and saw that she was wet. He looked at Sara and her eyes were closed with anticipation. She had thought about how his hands would feel on her skin and she wasn't disappointed. They were firm and confident in their movements. His thumb pressed into the top fold of her sex and found her button. This sent a wave of pleasure through Sara that could be seen by Cole. He lowered his mouth to her opening and gently licked into her. His thumb never moved from her clit. He didn't stroke it or tickle it. He just pressed on it while he took deep licks into her fruit. She became more saturated with desire and was gently bucking at his face as he ate her core. Cole felt her hands run through his hair and grasp tightly as she came. A steady stream of release flooded his mouth and he lapped and drank her to his satisfaction.

He discreetly wiped his mouth and chin with his hand as he raised himself up. Sara's eyes were still closed and her head was to the side with one arm shielding her face in what appeared to be blissful embarrassment. She cooed and laughed a little then looked at Cole and reach for his shoulders. "Come here" She guided his face to hers and they kissed. Sara tasted herself on his mouth, it was foreign to her but she liked it. She could feel his meaty hot flesh press against her thigh. The tip was wet and it smeared excretions on her leg as it moved. She reached down with one hand as they kissed. The kiss released and Sara pulled his cock into her sex. "Here you go" she said assuringly. Coles face was a mix of pleasure, confusion, and expectancy. She moved her hands to his cheek and watched his face turn again to the furrowed look of concentration she saw earlier in the kitchen. "Cole" He stopped momentarily and looked at her.

She spoke softly and sweetly to her lover, "This isn't laying stone, and it isn't cutting a tomato. Just fuck me. You can fuck me any way you want. Just let go." Coles mouth was open and breathing deeply, he nodded and grabbed her by the hips. He leaned back on his knees and pulled her hard by the hips. Her tiny frame was limp on the bed in front of him and he began stroking deep into her center. Cole let go and roughly pounded into her all the while pulling her roughly by the hips toward him. Sara felt like he might actually hurt her but she was lost in another orgasm. The slap of their flesh echoed and beat like a metronome in the studio. She watched as Cole threw his head back and let out a very guttural groan. "Oh fuck...Sara." She wrapped her legs around his back and squeezed her pussy around his hot pole. She urged him on "That's good Cole, so fucking good. Cum in me Cole." Every time she said his name he seized up and bucked harder into her. He felt his sac contract as he sent a healthy sample of his seed into her belly. "Oh God, Sara...I'm sorry, oh fuck."

He collapsed onto her yet stayed inside her. She rubbed his now sweaty back and stroked his hair. "Its good Cole, it was so good." She squirmed under him and felt his semen run out of her, past his deflating cock, and into her ass. He looked up and they kissed again. He rolled to the side and Sara felt the emptiness inside her without his cock.

They laid like this for a while. Cole was so happy he didn't want to move. He had made a decision about his own life and then had incredible sex with a new friend. Was she more than a friend? Cole had no idea and it didn't seem important to he or Sara at the moment. Sara traced her finger around his nipple which hardened from her soft touch. Once hard she pressed her finger nail into it and Cole winced a bit. Sara laughed and rubbed it with her finger again. "That was amazing Cole." Cole looked at her and sighed, "I have to agree with you. You know I really didn't expect that tonight?" Sara smiled and stared at his chest, "I know, that's why it happened I think. So what's next for you Chef Cole?" She said it playfully and dug into his ribs with her fingers. Cole grabbed her roughly and rolled toward her holding her down. Sara could see his smile fade. His brow furrowed and then his eyes flashed knowingly, "Breakfast."

They made love again that night before sleeping and then again when they awoke in the late morning. They did in fact have breakfast and afterward Cole left for the airport. Before he left they exchanged numbers. They didn't make any promises to each other, but Cole knew as he boarded the plane that his life was about to change and he was sure Sara was going to be a part of it somehow.

Look for Part Two Soon: Culinary School