Tollie's Garden Pt.1 - Sex Stories

Tollie's Garden Pt.1

... had stuff to make a salad. “Whatcha doing?” Janine asked. “Making supper. I’m just going to lay low tonight.” “Really, you’re not doing anything with Tristan?” “Nope, he just called. Hey, what’s happening with you and Alex? You guys still fighting?” “We’re cool. He’s on his way over. We’re going to watch one of his dumb movies—that’s about it. We could come over there, if you want. What about it?” “Nah, I want to be alone.” “Really? Anything wrong? Why do you want to be alone? That’s weird.” “I just do. I have things on my mind. Just want to lay low, you know, just be alone. What’s wrong with that?” “Nothing’s wrong. It’s just strange, Friday night and all.” “Listen, my dinner’s ready. You guys have fun tonight. Glad you made up.” “Yeah, talk to you later. Call me if you change your mind.” “Okay. See you.” When I hung up I realized this was the first Friday night in a long time that I wasn’t doing something with my friends. I took the lasagna out of the oven and put it on the plate, still wishing I had a salad like I had last night. There was more lasagna left and I suddenly got the idea of seeing if Tollie wanted some, surprised that I thought of that and realized that although it was partly the desire for salad that inspired me, I knew it was more than that. I quickly got a plate, put a piece of lasagna on it, grabbed my plate and went out the kitchen door. I looked up at the window and noticed Tollie was still working. I walked up the narrow steps and knocked on his door ...

... with my foot since I was holding both plates. When he opened it, I could see his smile. “Surprise! I thought you’d like some of this leftover lasagna but really I wanted another salad like you made last night.” I blurted it out, surprised at myself. “Hope you don’t mind.” He laughed. “Wow! Sarah, aren’t you something? This is a pleasant surprise.” “Well, I saw you working and thought why not, thought you might be hungry and I was thinking about that salad and the delicious dressing, so I thought I’d pop over, hope you don’t mind,” I repeated, feeling awkward, and again, surprised at myself. He laughed again and opened the door wider, letting me in. “No, I don’t mind. I’m just surprised, thank you.” I walked in and put the plates down on the table while he pushed his computer aside. “Sure, I’ll make us a salad. Would you like some wine?” “Yes, thank you. I’d love some wine,” I said, thinking that I hardly drink wine and last night had been the first time in a while. I was surprised by how comfortable I felt and also a little nervous, unsure, but glad I had followed my impulse. He put the bottle on the table with two glasses. “You pour while I make the salad,” he said, moving back to the counter. I watched him making the salad, cutting up a tomato and a green pepper, tossing it with his fingers then pouring the dressing over it, tossing it again with two forks. He brought it to the table while I poured the wine. We picked up our glasses and clicked them. We smiled at each other ...