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The Poet and his Muse
Date: 10/24/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories
have raisins in my backpack and a chocolate candy bar. I’m addicted to chocolate, but I do like to cook. I’m passionate about cooking and if you will let me make dinner for you tonight, that would be my way of saying thank you for being so nice and letting me stay here.” “I didn’t know you liked to cook. I hardly know anything about you, but that sounds good, except I don’t know what we have. I haven’t been shopping for over a week. There’s lettuce and spinach in the garden but that’s about it. It’s still early.” “I’ll figure something out, Jason. I’m good at making meals from whatever is around. I know you don’t know much about me, but you’re going to find out, I’m a lot more than a kooky graduate student, but, like I said, I promise I won’t bother you. I’ll just do my work while you do yours, then later, I will make us dinner, you’ll see and I promise you, your tongue will throw a party for your mouth.” Again, Jason laughed at Allison's way of speaking to him, no longer feeling upset that she just showed up unannounced, but found he was enjoying her lively energy, the way she looked directly into his eyes when she spoke. Though she originally said she came here because of her fantasies, now there was nothing teasing or flirtatious in her manner. It was as if she accepted his decision. Still, he found her passionate way of speaking appealing and instinctively knew that she was bringing something into his life that he had been missing for a long time, but also knew it could ... only be for a day or two or he would begin missing his privacy and absolute need for quiet. “So where can I set up to start working and where will I be sleeping?” She bent down to pick up her backpack and computer, then started petting Oscar.“You’re a sweet little dog, aren’t you, Oscar.” She moved her hand up and down his back then stood up. “Lead me to my boudoir.” “Yes, madam,” Jason responded playfully, then led Allison through a book-lined room, then to the small bedroom with a skylight over the bed. “Wow!” Allison looked up at the skylight then threw her backpack and computer onto the bed. “What a cool room this is. Your place is magical. I can feel the love you put into it,” she added and pushed her hand down on the mattress to see how firm it was. “You can work at that desk,” Jason said, pointing to an old green desk against the windows in the other room. She walked over to it and moved her fingers over the surface, and looked around the room at the books filling the shelves and more books sloppily piled on top of them. “Jason, I can’t believe I’m here. It’s beautiful. I think I will really be able to finish my dissertation here and that would be so cool, really. Describing how you live will add a lot.” “Interesting. I never thought my cabin would become part of your dissertation.” While she leaned back against the desk with her ass on the edge, Jason tried to ignore her nipples pushing against her tight turtle neck shirt before he quickly looked away. “Will I be able ...