Rachel shows off her lack of attire, and lunch for the pair of you

"Hmm, I don't know actually. It's a bit modest by your standards, Rachel". You answer your gorgeous girlfriend with a broad loving smile, after turning around slowly and taking in her appearance.

Apart from the smile that graces her luscious lips, the only thing she is wearing on the top half of her voluptuous body is the silver necklace she wore last night. The necklace rests just above the valley inbetween her two incredible breasts. Your eyes slide down her body, reaching the lower half. A pair of black stockings covers her long legs, and she's wearing a pair of black high heels. She's not wearing any panties whatsoever, exposing her semi hard cock to you.

"Well it was your fantasy, John. It's not my fault that they are a bit tame, and involve me being covered up!" Rachel accuses, flashing you with a naughty grin.

"True". You concede, before flashing Rachel a smile mirroring hers. "I guess that I will have to think up some really naughty fantasies then".

"That sounds great, lover!" Rachel purrs. She walks slowly the kitchen towards you, high heels clicking with every step. Once she has gotten close to you, she wraps her arms around your neck, her lips locking you in a tender embrace. Her wet tongue gently slips into your mouth, and caresses your own wet muscle.

"So then Chef John, what culinary delights have you created for us?" She asks, once the long and tender kiss finally ends.

"Well, I have prepared a tasty chicken breast salad". You reply softly, thoroughly enjoying looking into beautiful eyes whilst having her huge breasts mashed up against your chest.

"Hmm, I didn't know you were into 'tossing salad', John!" Rachel states, flashing a mischevious smile your way.

"We both know that isn't true, honey". You chuckle in her ear. "The secret into making a good salad is the sauce or dressing you add to it". . You say in a confidential tone.

"Haven't I had enough of your 'special sauce' today, John?" Rachel asks in a deadpan tone. She tries valiantly, but is unable to keep a straight face, and ends up bursting into a fit of giggles.

"Nah, I don't think so". You reply with a broad smile. "Those aren't the same high heels you were wearing earlier, Rachel. Or the ones you wore last night. How many pairs of shoes do you need?" You inquire, indicating to her footwear.

Your beautiful lover looks sheepish for a moment, before shrugging her shoulders. "A girl can never have enough shoes, John!" She declares with sweet little smile.

"Not sure if I agree with that, but every female I know shares that philosophy so it must be right!" You concede. Your fingers delicately take hold of the necklace's chain dangling from her slender neck. "Have I seen this necklace before, Rachel?" You ask in an innocent tone, wondering if Rachel will take the bait.

Sure enough Rachel's right eyebrow arches upwards. A brief flicker of irritation flashes across her beautiful face, before a loud rumbling sound emanates from her stomach. Both Rachel's and your own gaze drops to her flat tummy, before your eyes lock with hers. A smile and a little chuckle from you causes your girlfriend to start giggling uncontrollably.

"Sounds like someone is hungry!" You state, which Rachel nods in reply. You plant a quick kiss on the top of her head, before turning around and picking up several bowls and plates of food.

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"Cheers, John". Rachel says several minutes later. Both of you are sitting down in the kitchen, holding a tall glass of pineapple juice each.

"Cheers, Rachel". You reply, clinking your glass against hers.

A long pleasant silence fills the air as the pair of you gaze at each other over the table. Her right hand slides across the table, seeking your own. You don't leave her waiting long before your hand takes her's in a gentle grip.

A loud noise emanates from the mobile phone in the left pocket of your shorts, indicating that you have received a text.

"Bloody hell, John!" Rachel exclaims in a startled tone. "Have you got that on loud enough?!"

"Yeah, I think I have". You reply. You glance at your shorts, before returning your gaze to the gorgeous scantily clad woman in front of you. "Do you mind if I check it?" You ask, hoping not to be considered rude by your housemate turned lover.

"Go for it". Rachel says with a smile, as you pull your phone out of your pocket.

"It's from Scott". You announce after looking at the screen.

"He's alive then!" Rachel grins. "What does it say?"

"Let's find out shall we?" You reply, as you access your inbox."Hi John, thanks for last night. My head is throbbing pretty bad, but I know for certain that if it weren't for you I would be in a much worse state". You pause, glancing up at Rachel before contunuing. "Give my regards and thanks to Rachel. She's a great girl, and if I did anything to offend her I apologise. See you Monday".

After setting the phone on the kitchen table you glance up to your girlfriend's beautiful face to find it lit up with a big smile. "Glad to hear that he's in a reasonable state considering how much he drank last night". Rachel says.

"If you were in his position last night I'd hate to think what state you would have been this morning!" You tease your girlfriend.

"Oi!" Rachel pouts, pretending to be annoyed and then sticks her tongue out at you. "That reminds me. I got a text from Kelly earlier while we were 'playing' earlier".

"Oh, really?" You say, raising an eyebrow. "What did she write?" You ask, intrigued what Rachel's girl crush had to say to her.

"Nothing. Just girl talk!" Rachel giggles, obviously enjoying the look of disappointment on your face. "Ok John, she talked about it being a bit dull at the club". Rachel finally relents. "She and Terri got plenty of free drinks from guys thanks to her 'wardrobe adjustment'. They partied for a while before deciding to call it a night. She also said that it was nice to meet me, and would like to meet up soon, with the whole group, just the girls, with you or just the two of us".

"It's great that you're making new friends, honey". You say sincerely. "I have to admit I found it strange that a person as funny, smart and beautiful as you wasn't going out constantly, inviting friends around, or bringing guys around.

"So you were disappointed that I wasn't bringing guys home, John?" Rachel flashes a mischevious grin your way.

"Well, no....." You begin.

"Did you want to hear me through the wall being plowed by a random guy that I just met?" Rachel interrupts you, teasing you further.

"Of course not, Rachel. I love you, and can't imagine being with anyone else". You declare.

Rachel's loving grin returns to her face. "Likewise, John. I......
" Her stomach rumbles again loudly, interrupting her and causing her to release an embarrassed little giggle. "Ok, I REALLY need to eat now!"

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"Thanks again, John. That was really tasty". Rachel declares as she takes her empty plate and cutlery to the dishwasher.

"My pleasure, Rachel". You reply. "Always happy to help fill a hole".

"Don't I know it!" Rachel purrs seductively.

You find yourself chuckling at Rachel's crudeness. "What's the plan now, Rachel?"

"Well". Rachel draws out the word, and places her right hand on her hip enticingly. "You were moaning earlier that you don't get to spend any time on your X Box. I want to play a special kind of game".