Dinner and Pineapples

Since I saw her last, Kat had changed out of her black tank top and red plaid skirt, and into a white oversized sweatshirt with scoop neck, a black sleeveless turtlenecked t, red denim shorts, and knee-high black socks with her usual combat boots. Part of me was in awe of how much skin she could show, while also showing nothing at all. Most of me was humiliated and nervous about my panties being between her fingers, shown off like a flag.

My heart skipped a beat and I tried to grab them “You!”

She pulled them away easily and giggled “How come I didn’t notice these match your headscarf while we were in the changing room?” D-did they really?! I backed up eeping from embarrassment as she continued “You are so fucking sexy. So we continuing this at my place or yours?” She said, as if we had already settled on some elaborate plan to hang out. My heart would not stop pounding in my chest as my head spun. I was confused, I was hot and bothered, I was humiliated.

“W-what?” Was all I managed out before she leaned in as if to kiss me.

She half whispered in my ear “You and me… Were should we take this?” She suddenly stepped back looking pissed, crossing her arms in front of her. “Or are you seeing Gwen?”

Gwen? As in the redhead Gwen? “B-but she’s… a girl.” I answered, confused in more ways than one.

Kat grinned and thrusted out her chest “So am I, I would have thought you’d noticed when you got an eye full of my pussy.” I blushed violently and looked around. Nobody heard that right?! She clearly didn’t like not being the focus of my attention and grabbed my chin “…and sucked my fingers like they were cocks. So. My place or yours?” After a brief spell of staring into her beautiful green eyes she tried to sweeten the deal in a sing-song voice. “I’ll order you dinner.”

“NO!” My mouth shot out before I could even realize what I was doing “I will NOT have you wasting your money on take out! If you want food, you’ll need to get it the old-fashioned way!”

She seemed confused “Um…”

My brain caught up with my outburst about here. I took a step back and sighed “I-I’m sorry… If you’d like I can cook.”

She was clearly trying to recover from the shock “That’s… pretty hot actually. But if you’re cooking this’ll need to be at your place.” She held out my panties, as if a man in an old romance offering a woman a kerchief. I stared at it a moment, confused more than anything. “Go on, I’m lots of things, but a thief isn’t one of them. So, my car or yours?”

I took my panties back “I don’t drive… It’s only a short walk from here to my place.” I looked back at the store, it was getting darker, but the building would still be open for a few hours. I could just change in the bathroom.

Kat must have predicted my line of thought, as she whispered in my ear “Just put them on here.”

I backed up again, this time bumping into the wall behind me. “W-what?! B-but someone might see…”

“What your legs? It’ll be fine.” She kept wearing that ‘I’ve got this’ smile of hers. It was a little annoying. A little annoying and also made me a little hot… I swallowed hard, and stepped out of my shoes. I looked around to make sure the cost was clear, and quickly stepped into the panties and slid them up my legs. I felt like I couldn’t adjust them right without it being too obvious what I was doing, so they sat slightly uncomfortably on my body. A gentile reminder of what had happened not that long ago. Kat smiled and stepped aside. “Lead the way my Hooded Sand Viper.” I swallowed hard, stepped into my shoes, and started walking home. It didn’t take long before Kat’s hand found my butt and stayed there the rest of the way.

The walk is really not very long, but that night it felt like a trek getting home. Maybe it was my panties being just barely on? Maybe it was the hand on my butt? Perhaps it was the knowledge that from here on out, Kat would know where I live? More than likely it was all of the above. Once home I showed her into my small apartment. “Make yourself at home. I’ll get started on dinner.”

“What are we having?” She asked, taking her boots off at the door.

I love to cook, it’s one of my hobbies. I used to cook for my family before moving out, but cooking for one kind of sucks. It’s hard to limit the ingredients right, so I usually prepare meals for four, and just finish them when I need them. My plan was to just use two servings rather than one for dinner. “I was planning some Italian breaded chicken with a white garlic sauce, stir-fried green beans, and some leftover rice… what’s wrong?” I trailed off, Kat’s look of stun and bliss catching me off guard.

“T-that sounds delicious…” She said, clearly overtaken by the thought. What did this girl live off of if such a simple meal sounded so good to her?

“W-well… please excuse the mess, I’ll just get started.”

As I headed for the kitchen, I heard her grumble behind me “What mess?” I was only vaguely aware of her for a while after that. I was maybe halfway through cooking when she walked up to me. “That’s smelling good… quick question though. What’s with all the stuffed toys in your room?” She was in my room?

“Most of those were gifts from friends. A couple I got because they were cute.” I answered, trying to ignore the fact that she was in my room unescorted.

“Fair enough…” Her hands suddenly found themselves on my hips. “So, we should probably set some ground rules.” Said the woman who just walked into my room… “If you ever need me to stop what I’m doing just say…” she whispered the final word into my ear “Pineapple.”

Did she just say pineapple? "Pineapple?!" She just said Pineapple right? “Why pineapple?”

“Because they’re disgusting and gross. I always use that as my safe word. But in your case, you can use it outside of sex.” DID SHE JUST SAY SEX!?! “I know I can be a bit much some times.”

**** myself to calm down… I must have misheard that. “You can… but it gives you charm. As for ground rules, rule number one. While I’m cooking, I’m off limits.”

Her hands suddenly disengaged, and she stepped back. “That’s not fair.”

“Cooking can be dangerous, and it can burn easy. I need to be able to focus.”

I could hear her huff behind me. “You’re too pragmatic…” And she walked off again.

I didn’t have time to be worried about what she was doing. I was almost done cooking. Within moments I was putting the finishing touches on the plates, and was ready to serve. “Kat? Dinner’s ready!” Allah it felt good to say that. Cooking for two is WAY better than for one.

When Kat came back she had a smile “You should keep wearing headscarves that match your underwear, it’s kind of kinky.”

I felt myself blushing again “W-what have you been doing while I was cooking?”

Kat grinned as she sat at the table “Making myself at home, as you told me too.”

I tried to calm down and presented the meal to Kat “I-I hope you enjoy…”

Kat smirked “It looks like a fancy restaurant. And I’ve got you for dessert. Tonight’s going to be great!” I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but she was pretty cute getting so excited about the food I made.