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Virago Blue


Feasting Anna
(C)1999 by Virago Blue


"You're my best friend.  Do you know that?"  Anna said,
gliding a finger over the cool granite counter.

"You're my best friend, too."  Seth replied, looking up
from the avocado he was slicing to smile at
the top of Anna's wavy blond head.  "He was wrong,
Anna.  He could've at least pretended to be
a man and explained how he felt."  Seth shook his head,
angry that 'the asshole' hurt his Anna. 
Dried tears still showed on her beautiful face.  

"I guess I didn't give good enough head."  Anna
straightened to her full height, all of five feet two
inches and pressed her hands into the small of her
back.  She gracefully arched into a stretch,
pressing her shoulder blades together and thrusting her
small breasts forward.  

"C'mon, Anna, you deserve better.  At least I think you
do.  Roddy was a big-ass jerk.  Remember
last week when we all had dinner at Briars?  He asked
the waitress for extra neutrons on his salad. 
What an idiot!"  Seth caught his breath as Anna
innocently stretched.  The ribbed fabric of the
white tank top she wore pulled across her pert breasts. 
He felt himself growing hard as his eyes
fell to the hardened points of her nipples straining
against her shirt.  She wasn't wearing a bra.

"No way!  Where was I?"  Anna laughed as she snatched a
slice of avocado from the cutting board.

Seth playfully smacked her hand, smiling at the sound
of her laugh.  "You and Megan were in the
ladies room.  And I swear, that's what he said. 
Roddy's a couple of cans short of a six- pack,
didn't you notice?"

Anna leaned her elbows on the granite-topped island
unaware Seth could see down the front of
her shirt.  Seth concentrated harder on the avocado. 
The sight of her gentle swell of breasts
disappearing into the softness of the T-shirt was
having an uncomfortable effect on him.  Anna
didn't need this right now, she needed his undivided
attention.  She was hurting.  So was he, but in
a different way.  Now who was being a jerk?

Anna chewed and swallowed the slice of avocado, lost in
thought.  "Yeah, I guess he was no Einstein but he
could do things to me that " Anna stopped mid-sentence
and smiled at Seth.  

"Oh yeah?  Tell me."  Seth winked at Anna, his heart
skipping a beat.

"I didn't know you were such a chef, Seth.  I mean, all
this food . . . it's incredible."  Anna picked
up a bread stick and dipped it into the creamy mixture
in the food processor.   She bit off the end
of the bread stick and chewed.  The look on her face
was indecisive and pleasant at the same time. 
She swallowed and nodded at Seth, a smile in her eyes. 
"Fabulous.  Sun-dried tomatoes, basil and
what else?"  

"Um . . ."  The question was innocent enough, it was
just the way she used the tip of her tongue
to lick the flakes of bread stick from her lip.  "Um,
cream cheese, cilantro and yogurt.  Just wait
until you see what else I'm cooking for you.  Nothing
soothes a psyche quite like good food, eh?" 
He reached for his wine glass and took a generous sip. 
"Now, don't change the subject.  I'll bet
any man could make you feel just as good as or better
than ol' Roddy the nimrod."  He poured
raspberry sauce over fresh berries.

Anna nibbled the bread stick as she watched Seth
prepare dinner.  His hands were large and pliant.  He
continued chopping and slicing, unaware of her intense
perusal.   Her Bear, she affectionately named him as
kids growing up in the middle-class suburbs of Mobile. 
He was always so sweet, burly and cuddly.  Over the
years he gradually changed from her stocky Bear to
a tall, athletically built man of unbelievable
gentleness.  Once she witnessed his animal side as she
passed the room at the beach cabin the group of them
shared every summer.  He was thoroughly fucking his
girlfriend, their combined grunts and cries echoing
throughout the empty cabin.  They thought the cabin was
empty.  Anna had come back in search of a CD for the
beach party.  Seth and Gwen were having their own
private party and Anna was a little jealous.  She was
also very turned on by the sight of Seth's firm ass and
broad shoulders moving with each thrust into Gwen. 
She could still see the trickle of sweat on his tanned
back.

"Who would have thought my Bear was such a gourmet
cook?"  Anna teased.  There was something undoubtedly
special about a man who loves to cook.  A man who loves
to cook must be so willing to give and to please, the
thought nearly made her knees buckle.  The same type of
man would not feel threatened in any way by being able
to prepare a good meal and care for his children. 
Cradling a baby in his large hands, loving it, sharing
. . . What made her think about children with Seth?  He
would just be great, that's all, she rationalized. 
He's comforting me and I'm grateful.  What a man. 
Anna's sigh was audible. 

Seth craved her.  He watched her mouth taste the sauce
he drizzled over the berries.  As if in slow
motion she touched the membrane of the glaze with a
fingertip and brought the treat to her mouth.  She
moaned.  He imagined she moaned in pleasure from what
he was doing to her body.  She was, in a sense.

"Mmmm....heavenly."

Yes.

He wanted to taste her buttery skin.  He dreamed that
he would start by licking the soft and silky curves of
her long dark lashes and slowly nibble a path to the
delicate pink arch of her foot. He would take his time,
savoring the saltiness of her skin, the silky feel
against his lips and tongue.  "Bear.  You haven't
called me that in a while.  And why not?"  A tomato
wedge flew through the air and landed with a gratifying
splat against Anna's upper chest and slid down her
shirt between her breasts.  "And that's what happens
when you keep changing the subject on me."  Seth smiled
salaciously as Anna dug her hand down her shirt to find
the slimy tomato.  Her fingers kept slipping from the
tomato and as she desperately grabbed for it she tugged
the front of her shirt so far down she exposed a
perfect pink nipple.

Anna knew what she had done.  She wanted him to see her
as a woman, more than best friends.  She smiled as his
cinnamon- colored eyes lifted from her breast and gazed
into her eyes.  Just in time for her to return the
tomato wedge.

"Ha!  You know what this means, don't you?  War, baby! 
Now, what was the question?"  Anna managed to say as
she giggled at Seth's inability to catch the tomato
before she launched her half-eaten bread stick at him. 
Seth batted away the bread stick but not before a
shower of crumbs dusted his dark hair.  

Seth grabbed a handful of sunflower kernels and stepped
closer to Anna.  "The question was . . .what could
nimrod do to your body that a real man couldn't do
better?"  He smirked as she blushed, his tall body
menacingly close.  Suddenly he grabbed the front of her
T-shirt and sprinkled the sunflower kernels over her
breasts, adding to the sensation by laying his large
hand on her shirt and grinding the tiny kernels gently
into her skin.  His golden-brown eyes never left
her green ones.  

Anna gasped as Seth reached for her shirt, his fingers
brushing over the sensitive mounds of flesh. 
She bit her lip and squirmed when he sprinkled the
sunflower kernels over them.  She moaned
softly when his hand lay on top of her already
sensitive breasts, knowing he felt her nipples
harden.  Something in his demeanor changed at that
moment.  He looked at her with hunger and
found the same hunger looking back.

"A better man would kiss me with a feral passion."  

Seth stood quite a bit taller than Anna.  He raked a
hand through his longish black hair, cupping the back
of her head with the other, drawing her close. 
"Feral?"  He followed the path the pink tip of her
tongue took over her lips, slowly matching it with his
own tongue.  Slowly he traced around her upturned lips,
stopping to place a soft kiss after each revolution. 
Both of his hands skimmed down her back and settled on
Anna's small waist.  With a snarl he began to kiss her
harder, turning her to lean against the counter top,
pressing his body against hers.  His kiss deepened,
feeling the warmth of her open mouth, tongues dancing,
lips searching, whispering, tasting.  

Seth broke the kiss long enough to tear the T-shirt
from Anna.  Kissing, stroking, sliding his tongue down
her neck, he followed the path the tomato slice made to
the dip between her breasts.  He knelt in front of her,
her fingers digging into his hair.  Seth lapped at the
taste of tomato and sweat between her breasts.   His
hand reached up to cup her pert breast.  He flicked at
her hard nipples before licking and lapping at the dark
pink nub.  "What else would a better man do?" Seth
huskily whispered.

Anna was nearly speechless at the sensations Seth was
building within her.  Her hips gyrated into his chest
as he bit lightly at her nipple.  His hands were
working their way down her waist, kneading her ass, his
fingers touching the curve of her ass which now hung
out from her faded cut off shorts.  He worked his hands
up under her shorts, pulling her hips closer to his
chest.  "He . . .uh . . . he would touch me."  

Seth's tongue found Anna's belly button, circling and
circling while his fingers felt the soft skin of
her ass.  He inhaled the scent of her skin, sunshine
and jasmine, and definitely sex.  Her shorts
were tight but Anna was still able to unbutton them. 
He tugged them down her long suntanned legs.  

Incredible.  Fucking incredible, standing here, naked,
totally exposed to Seth.  She watched as his lips
lightly brushed over the blond hair crowning her hot
sex.  His hands slid around to her thighs.  

Velvety thighs and a sweet blond cunt.  Heaven? 
Possibly better.  He had yet to see heaven and
this had to be the next best thing.  He slid his hands
up the insides of her thighs, gently guiding her
legs apart.  Seth lifted one of Anna's legs and rested
the back of her thigh on his shoulder.  He
growled in pleasure when he felt her foot brushing
against his back.  His thumbs separated her
honeyed slit.  His tongue flicked out and around her
clitoris.  He lapped at her wet pussy, her juice
already beginning to wet his chin.  He buried his
tongue deep inside of her as she shook with the
first orgasm.

Anna reached out for Seth, burying her hands in his
hair, crying out his name as his tongue and
mouth coaxed such unbelievable feelings from her body. 
As the orgasm began between her legs and spread up and
out, she arched back and gripped the counter top,
white-knuckle riding the storm out. 

"Oh, Seth."  Anna met his beautiful eyes, flushed and
fevered from their encounter.  She leaned
back and closed her eyes for a moment.  

"Anna?"  Seth wondered if she was all right with what
just happened, especially so soon after her
breakup with Roddy.

Anna straightened and looked down at Seth, hoping he
understood the feeling she wanted to convey.  He is
perfect, she thought.  

Her legs were still weak from the intense orgasm and
when she swayed slightly, it was enough to knock the
food processor crashing to the floor.  The crash
startled Anna out of her euphoria.  The broken
appliance was the least of her worries, though, when
she saw Seth's old girlfriend pass by the kitchen
window.

"It's Gwen!  Seth, Gwen!"  Anna squeaked, trying to
untangle her leg from Seth.  

"Shit!  What's she doing here?"  Seth hissed.  He
helped Anna grab her clothes and put them back
on.

"I thought . . . " Anna began.

"We are . . . not together anymore."  Seth answered,
wiping his face with a dishtowel.

"All right. . . just act natural.  Shhhh . . . " Anna
said, biting back a giggle.

"I'll get rid of her."  Seth said, smacking her ass
seconds before Gwen opened the door.

"I'm not done with you yet, mister."  Anna said with a
smirk under her breath.  Her eyes softened
when Seth smiled back at her.

"We've just started."  Seth said.

"Started what?  Dinner?  Ooooh . . . is Seth making you
one of his satisfying dinners?"  Gwen asked Anna as she
flitted into the kitchen with a bottle of wine.

"Yes.  Very satisfying."  Anna replied with a sweet
smile.

Seth winked as he passed Anna.  He followed Gwen to the
bar, taking the bottle of wine from her. "Thanks, Gwen. 
I'll hang onto this since I already have a bottle open. 
Want some?"  He pointed to the open bottle of
Chardonnay, his eyes skimming over Anna in the process. 
He did a double-take, looking back at Anna and froze.

Anna frowned, wondering what was wrong with Seth.   His
face changed suddenly, half-laugh, half-fear.   He was
pointing at his shirt.  Then he was pointing at her. 
When Gwen turned to look back at Seth, he froze again,
midpoint.

"Hmmm, sure.  Maybe one glass while I sample some of
this food.  I swear, Seth, being around you I've put on
a little weight.  You're such a great cook."

Seth looked at Anna over Gwen's head as Gwen began to
pick through one of the bowls with a bread stick.  He
signaled with his shirt again, his eyes widening as
Gwen turned back to the conversation.  

"Mmmm, Seth.  This is great.  Anyway, I just came by
with the wine and to let you know that I got the job in
Birmingham.  I'll be leaving tomorrow to look for an
apartment and then I start working on the 30th."  Gwen
sipped her wine, looking from Seth to Anna.

"Gwen, that's just . . . wonderful.  Congratulations. 
I know this means a lot to you.  You've talked about
this firm for a while."  Seth was genuinely happy for
Gwen.  He knew she loved her work.  He was happy for
himself, too.  With Gwen moving away, he had one less
obstacle to get in the way of a relationship with Anna. 
He reached for his wine glass, taking another gulp.  He
saw the look on Anna's face-like a little girl caught
with her hand in the cookie jar.  Finally, she
figured out her shirt was on backwards.

Anna finally realized what Seth was trying to draw her
attention to.  Her hand found the tag on
the front of her shirt-- the tag that was supposed to
be in the back.  Not only was her shirt on
inside-out, but it was also on backwards.  

"Yes.  Congratulations, Gwen."  Anna chimed in,
carefully covering the tag with her hand.

Gwen cheerfully handed Anna her glass of wine. 
"Thanks, y'all.  I can't wait to get--"  Gwen had
barely spoken the words when she noticed the food
processor on the floor, white smudges of
cream cheese dotting Anna's legs, arms, neck as well as
Seth's clothing.  Anna's clothes didn't have any
splashes of cream cheese.  And her T-shirt was
inside-out.  And backwards.

"Oh, God.  I've interrupted.  Well, it's about time.  I
knew it would happen sooner or later.  You
two are made for each other.  Here . . . " Gwen toasted
the two and drained her glass.  "What took you so long? 
I always knew you loved her.  Go for it, big guy.  If I
wanted to be with a woman, Anna would be my first
choice."  Gwen winked at them both and hurried out the
door, leaving Seth and Anna speechless.

"Uh. . . thanks?"  Anna answered, watching Gwen walk
past the window again.

"Um . . . Gwen's always been blunt."  Seth remarked. 

"Big guy?"  Anna snickered, stepping closer to Seth.  

Seth shrugged nonchalantly.  "Well, what can I say. "
He wrapped his arms around Anna, pulling
her closer.  His tongue teased the outside of her ear
before nibbling on her earlobe.  

"Prove it."  Anna laughed, scooping up another tomato
slice.  She squirmed out of his grasp and lobbed the
tomato slice at Seth, hitting him on the cheek.   His
warm brown eyes gleamed wickedly as he reached for a
spatula and the bottle of olive oil.  He chased Anna
around the granite-topped island and down the hall,
waving the utensil menacingly in the air.  "Dinner
time."  He yelled, following her squeals into the
bedroom.