Dinner Games

Not wanting to end this too soon, you step away from her, and walk into the kitchen, keeping her in sight. Opening up the fridge you see a couple of thawed t-bone steaks, fixings for a salad, and a bottle of wine.

“How about dinner,” You ask, surprising her.

“Dinner?” she says.

“Yeah I wouldn’t want our first date to end too soon; beside I see you bought us some steaks.” You tell her.

“Ok.” she says, looking uncertain.

Pulling out a chair you sit down at the table, lean back and enjoy watching Elizabeth prepare dinner. Off kilter Elizabeth pulls out the steaks and starts to season them.

Enjoying your game, “So Elizabeth tell me about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?” She says, still unsure of where this is going.

“Are you married, divorced, do you have any children?” You ask.

“No I’m not married never had been and I haven’t been blessed yet.” she says.

“What. A woman as beautiful as you are, I’m sure someone tried to put a ring on your finger.” You ask.

“I was engaged once, but we didn’t want the same things.” Elizabeth says.

“What did you want.”

“I wanted children, and he didn’t.” Elizabeth states. She bends over to put the steaks in the oven, giving you a peak at the soft inner folds of her labia.

You groan, and she whirls on you. “If you’re going to **** me just get it over with a leave, but please pull out.” Elizabeth yells at you.

You continue on pretending that she just didn’t yell at you. “Are you seeing anyone right now, other than me?”

Elizabeth gives you an incredulous look, and turns back around trying to get herself back in control.

Eventually she answers you, “Yes I’ve been seeing the pasture of my church for a couple of months.”

“Over my dead body” You say to yourself. “How did you get together?”

“We started going out, after being chained together to the front door of an abortion clinic for 15 hours or so.” She says.

You stop asking questions, and she immerses herself in prepping dinner, trying to ignore your presence.
“Now’s the time” You tell yourself. Silently you take off your shirt, and toe off your shoes. Seeing that she still refuses to look in your direction you undo your pants and quietly push them and your underwear off.

“The steaks should be ready in an hour,” She says, turning to look at you.