Hot Dinner

A fly buzzed insistently around the kitchen, its silvery wings flashing under the light. It drifted in lazy circles above the stove, drawn by the scent of searing meat. Its insect eyes glittered with endless hunger.

George moved the searing pan to check the pork chops. Their inviting scent was making him salivate with expectations.

His mind slipped back again to the encounter with the stranger outside. The whole thing was probably the most bizarre encounter he has ever had with a human being, and given some of his friends, that said a lot.

George leaned over the pan, flipping the meat. The aroma clung to his skin, heavy and sweet, like breath after a kiss. He swallowed hard. His mind slipped again to the stranger’s words: “What is it that you desire?”

Lowering the heat on the boiling potatoes, he chuckled at his response to the stranger's question. He had to admit that finally seeing Ashley fully topless would be spectacular. He always took care of Ashley and avoided her arguments. She has been teasing him with her chest since he moved in, with a satisfied smirk on her lips whenever he caught his eyes wandering. He deserved to devour them with his eyes in all their glory at least once in his life.

Closing his eyes, it wasn’t just Ashley’s teasing smile he saw, but her skin, her warmth, the way she might taste, and the texture he would feel against his tongue.

When George came back upstairs earlier, he could hear water already running in the shower, and he got startled on his way to the kitchen. There were loud sounds of moaning and groaning escaping through the crannies of the bathroom door.

Did Ashley know that he and probably even some of the neighbours could hear her?

George just hoped that she wasn't so enthusiastic because of the stranger. He didn't need to see more of him around if it could be helped. The idea was so unsettling that it made him shiver.

The fly circled the kitchen, drunk on scent, sizzling pork fat and boiled starch. Its tiny body shone like oil under the light, gluttony made flesh.

Ashley has always overreacted whenever he tried to approach her topic of her preparing food for them. She made it clear that just because she was a woman, it didn't mean that she had to be the one to cook, and then she just continued about how sexist, misogynistic, chauvinistic, and bigoted it was to even ask her that.

He never knew what to say when she threw those words like darts. Her immediate aggressive wrath just stunned him.

And sure, George worked from home nearly every day, but that didn't mean that he was less tired in the evening.

Why was it so hard for her to make dinner at least once in a while?

However, he chose to have a more positive outlook and see cooking dinners as an opportunity to get away from coding on his computer and relax with a manual task.

In a way, his movie nights with Ashley were another welcome distraction. Before she moved in, he used to spend most of his time in front of his computer: working, gaming, or watching stuff alone. Most of his friends were like him, or even worse, so they met on fairly rare opportunities.

He had to admit that Ashley had changed his life in many ways, and he liked feeling close to her.

Although he would appreciate getting much closer, it wasn't just the physical attraction; somehow, her whole being was like a magnet always pulling him towards her.

George swatted the fly away. It buzzed hangrily at him for his impertinence. Avoiding spiders and their sticky webs was a hard life, and it felt it deserved to indulge in its gluttony now and then.

"Hey, Ashley, food will be ready," he yelled from the kitchen.

Carrying the steaming plates, he stepped into the living room. The droning invader followed him, salivating.

Ashley barely paid him any attention; her eyes were glued to the large TV where she was looking up the movie for the night using one of their many streaming services that George paid for.

She was sitting cross-legged in her spot on the couch with her wet hair displayed over her shoulders. Georged noticed one of her favorite sheer white t-shirts and her bare legs that gleamed faintly under the light.

From experience, he knew that meant that she was preparing some extremely arousing movie with a lot of nudity. She wasn't as mysterious to him as she thought.

He put down the plates on the table in front of her and caught his breath.

Ashley took off her t-shirt in one swift motion, with her breasts hanging exposed to the air. She reached back for the tv remote like nothing was happening.

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"What?" She looked at him, confused.

George's heart was racing with his attention glued to the revealed dark nipples. Her breasts had a perfect teardrop shape with large areolas and pointy nubs inviting to be played with.

He dared not breathe so as not to break the spell.

"What the fuck?" Ashley suddenly jumped up, yelling.

She immediately grabbed her discarded t-shirt and tried to pull it back, but the only thing she succeeded in was making her tits jump up and down in front of George. She yanked, struggled, but the fabric slipped through her fingers as if mocking her.

Ashley groaned in frustration, knowing the sight she was giving to her roommate, and tried harder, but there seemed to be nothing she could do.

"What the fuck, George?" She repeated again, her voice shaking.

Finally, she just decided to run away into her room.

George stayed glued in place. He could not believe what had just happened.

Ashley just took her top off in front of him, and he saw everything. It was unreal and disorienting.

Still stunned, he was left alone in the living room with the food forgotten on the table. The fly was gorging itself on their dinner, its patience rewarded with a delicious meal.

It took a moment for George's blood to start returning to his head. Ashley looked startled and distressed, and not like she intended to do that. Maybe he should go check on her to make sure that she is ok?

However, before he could decide what to do, Ashley came storming back. Her face was full of wrath directed at him. She was wearing a different t-shirt.

With another step, she swiftly removed her top once more as if she wasn't even paying any attention to it. The discarded cloth landed on the floor, but this time her breasts were still protected, enclosed within a bra.

"George, what was that? Did you somehow undress me without me noticing?" She yelled angrily with her face turning red.

George was watching her, confused as her fingers unclasped her bra while she continued to yell something. He wasn't even listening anymore when it joined the t-shirt on the floor.

At that moment, Ashley realised that she was exposed again in front of him. Her hands shot up to cover her breasts and press them on her chest.

She was breathing hard, not sure whether she should continue to yell at him or storm off. Ashley had no idea what was happening and why her clothing kept disappearing.

George was not saying anything, just staring at her.

Ashley looked down to see his pants tenting. She stormed out, slamming her door. The sound echoed through the apartment.

George's heart was pounding; guilt hit him in a wave, hot and sticky, the same heat that had driven his hunger moments before. Her bare chest was what he desired.

The fly feasted on a spilled sauce and Ashley's misery alike, its wings humming with satisfaction.