Just A Taste

02 Good Answer

-BRANDY-

Taylor decided to cook breakfast this morning for two reasons one she felt bad because she interrupted my private storm session last night and two she cooked when she had a lot on her mind. With Paul cheating and Taylor trying to figure out what her next move was going to be she needed to clear her mind. Cooking has always been her therapy. She loves cooking so much she has turned it into a career, Her restaurant launches soon and I couldn't be more proud of her. Mora-Lee's will be the next big thing in the city mark my words.

I on the other hand isn't much of a cook. That's exactly why I had a drawer filled with take out menu's. Chinese, sushi, italian, the banging sandwich spot down the street you name it I have a spot to order from. My kitchen is nice and spacious with top of the line appliances but I'll tell you this now it is mostly for show. I only put it to use when I really have to or if my family decides to spend the holidays here, which I try my best to avoid like the plague. So I didn't even bother to ask Taylor if there was anything I could do to help. I just sat on my marble countertop watching my best friend do what she does best. Damn I probably should have given her bigger shorts. But then again if I had done that I wouldn't have such a great view of Taylor's meaty cheeks practically falling out the bottom of those pink shorts. I always thought for such a slim woman Taylor had a phat ass. I would from time to time playfully smack her bottom, it took everything in me not to grip and squeeze.

"Brandy girl how do you live like this?" Taylor  said peeking her head back into the fridge bending over sending the already short shorts to rise up even more. If they went up any further they could pass for panties. I was losing it! I crossed my legs tightly as as I shifted a little in the spot where I sat trying to hide the fact that was she turned on. Gawd I really wish she knew what she was doing to me right now. "I wouldn't be able to survive with a fridge this empty we are taking a trip to the supermarket asap."

I was surprised she found enough in there to make a proper breakfast. I didn't have much for her to work with but Taylor managed to cook up a little something.

"You know me take out take out and-"

"Let me guess more take out?"

"I was going to say pussy but hey more take out works." a sly smirk appeared on my lips and Taylor replied back with a roll of the eyes.

"None of your girls know how to cook?"

I have shared my bed with plenty of women I'm sure at least one of them had to know their way around a kitchen or at least know the difference between a skillet and a sauce pan I just never let it get to that point. "I don't know. I Never let anyone stay long enough to get comfortable enough to think she can wander around my kitchen."

Last thing I need is a woman thinking scrambling some eggs and frying up some bacon automatically makes us a couple. Allowing a woman to cook is only the beginning. Next thing you know she's finding reasons to stay until she no longer even needs a reason then you find out she has cleaned herself out a draw in the dresser and a corner in your closet and before you get a chance to stop it BAM you my friend is in a relationship with a Psycho.

I prefer the simpler life. The fact that I have commitment issues is no secret. Taylor knows this, after all she's the one who dragged me out of my depression when Stephanie Wall left me. You see Steph was in the process of 'finding herself' when I met her. I never saw myself as her experiment but clearly that was all I ever was because after a hot session in the malls dressing room she informed me that we couldn't do this anymore, That she wasn't gay and Everything I thought we had was nothing more than her experimenting. I was hurt but even more angry. So angry that I slapped the shit out of her leaving a red handprint on the side of her face and ended our conversation saying "Well bitch you could have told me that before I let you cum all over my fingers!"