by R L Singer
Kenneth watched Tessa wiggling her hips to the sound of the pop song blasting from the stereo sound system while she cooked dinner. He could smell her delicious marinara sauce from where he was standing.
She turned to walk to the fridge to get something, swirling to the sound of the music and her amazing breasts bounced with every one of her movements. Not for the first time, he wondered how it would feel to be in her body and be able to do whatever he wanted with it. It was a fantasy Kenneth had for some time now. Tessa finally noticed he was there and smiled at him.
“Hey, gorgeous… How was your day?” she asked him, with a wide smile.
“It was alright, but it just got better,” he said, stepping inside the kitchen and pulling her into his arms.
“It always gets better when I see you,” he added, claiming a passionate kiss from her red, full lips.
“Hmmm, isn’t that sweet of you,” she teased him when he finally released her lips. “I’ve only had good days ever since I met you,” she continued this time with a serious tone.
He kissed her one more time until she pulled him away.
“I’m making dinner,” she grumbled. “Why don’t you take a shower, while I finish here?” she suggested, with a naughty wink.
“I would rather shower with you,” he said, pulling her back into his arms and stealing the last kiss from her delicious lips.
“I know you would, but I’m hungry… for food. Those other appetites will have to wait until I’ve had my pasta,” Tessa warned him when he opened his mouth to protest.
Chuckling, he raised his hands surrendering to her will, as he left the kitchen towards their bedroom. Life with her was never boring and he thanked all of the forces of the universe that had made it possible for him to meet her.
That day, he had been visiting Austin for a business meeting and he had rented a car with GPS. The damn thing had taken him through a part of the city he had never been to, just to avoid a protest that had blocked the shortest way to get back to his hotel. If that hadn’t been enough, Kenneth had a flat tire and had been forced to park the car in the nearest available spot, one in front of a small Italian restaurant.
It was already dark and Kenneth was eager to get to his hotel and take a long, hot shower. He decided to enter the restaurant and call for a cab. The company that had rented the car to him would have to pick it up where he had left it.
Incredibly, the place was crowded. The smells coming from the kitchen were so delicious, his mouth watered and he decided to have dinner there. His job was done and he didn’t have any plans for dinner.
A waitress walked towards him.
“May I help you, sweetie?” she asked him, with a seductive glare on her eyes.
“I would like to have a table for one,” he said with a faint smile, more interested in food than in a one-night stand adventure.
“I’m afraid we’re full, but if you don’t mind eating at the counter, I can set you a place there,” she offered.
He looked around, considering his options, but the scents were so alluring he accepted the woman’s offer.
“What’s your best dish?” he asked her, as she put a paper towel in front of him, with all he might need to eat.
“Sweetie, here all the food is good, believe me,” she said, with obvious pride.
“Well, then, what’s your favorite?” he asked, smiling amused.
“Oh, that would be the marinara pasta. It’s to die for,” she said, with no doubt in her tone.
“Then, I’ll order that,” Kenneth decided.
“Would you like some garlic bread to start with? Or maybe some focaccia? We also have the perfect white wine to go with the pasta, but that’s your choice,” she offered.
“Bring me some of that garlic bread and the white wine, please,” Kenneth asked, hoping he wouldn’t regret his decision.
“Sure thing, sweetie,” she left him and walked straight to the kitchen, coming out just seconds later.
“Your order will be right out,” she said as she walked away to wait the other tables.
The bartender brought him a glass of wine and he took a sip. Sure it would be a cheap wine, like those you find in the supermarket, but to his surprise, the wine was pretty good. Strong aroma, light-bodied, perfectly chilled and simply delicious. He was still relishing on its flavor when she came out of the kitchen with a small wicker basket filled with garlic bread in her hands.
“Did you order garlic bread?” she asked him, with a wide smile on her face.
One look at her face and he had been lost. Her vibrant personality conquered him just a few minutes later.
“Yes, thank you,” he said, staring at her blatantly, not missing a single detail of her beauty: the black curls she tried to tame with a bright pink net, the dark chocolate eyes that seemed to shine with light of their own, the full, red lips made to kiss and the voluptuous body, wrapped in a cook’s uniform, perfect for love. The woman was a gift from the gods.
“What? Do I have sauce on my cheek?” she asked him, a bit flustered with his attention.
He cleared his throat and shook his head trying to escape the spell he was sure she had just conjured on him.
“No… of course not,” he assured her, as he took a piece of bread from the basket she had deposited on the counter next to him.
“Oh, you worried me for a moment,” she said, winking at him before she disappeared into the kitchen.
“She gets that reaction on every man that meets her for the first time,” a man’s voice sounded next to him.
Kenneth turned to see who had spoken to him, just to find an attractive man, in his early thirties, also wearing a suit and a tie. A few other men sitting at the counter chorused in agreement.
“She’s like amazing, but she seems oblivious to the effect she has on men,” the first man continued, with a sad smile.
“What’s her name?” he asked, curious.
“Theresa, but she goes by Tessa.”
They went silent when she returned with someone’s food.
“Is she married?” Kenneth asked when she went back inside.
“No and she’s not dating anyone either. She says she’s waiting for her knight in shining armor,” the bartender said, entering the conversation.
“Are you guys talking about me again?” she asked, surprising them, as she walked out of the kitchen with another plate on one hand.
The men chuckled.
“You know you’re our favorite topic, sweetie,” the man next to Kenneth admitted.
She let out a loud sigh.
“You’ve all lost your mind,” she turned and deposited the plate in front of Kenneth. “Please, ignore what they have told you, I’m sure they’re just lies. Enjoy your food.”
“Then, you’re married?” he asked, with a wicked grin.
“No…”
“Are you going out with someone right now?” he insisted.
“No… but…” she accepted, as the heat colored her lovely cheeks.
“Then, I don’t think they were lying,” he concluded, with his best seductive smile. He wanted to know more about her.
“Well, maybe just exaggerating then… just don’t pay attention to them,” she said, raising her hands in surrender as she returned to the kitchen.
“Makes you want all of that passion used in a more interesting way, don’t you think?” the man next to him asked and he had to agree.
He grabbed his fork and took his first bite of the pasta. It tasted to glory. When he looked around, all of the men gathered at the counter were looking at him, waiting to see his reaction.
“What?” he asked, puzzled.
“What do you think of the pasta?” the bartender asked, smiling as if he knew something he wasn’t aware of.
“It’s delicious, simply perfect,” he admitted, taking another bite.
“It’s her specialty,” the man next to him informed him.
“She cooked it?”
If he had been impressed before, n
ow,he was hers completely.
“Yes… her parents own this place and most of the food is cooked by her and her mother, but the pasta marinara is her specialty,” the bartender explained.
“It’s really amazing,” he said again.
The others nodded and the conversation stopped for a while, as they relished on their food. Tessa came back later to pick up his empty plate and he took the opportunity to congratulate her on her food.
“It was one of the best marinaras I’ve ever eaten,” he assured her.
“Thank you, I’m glad you like it.” She smiled pleased. “Would you like something for dessert?”
He wasn’t much of dessert man, but that night he intended to stay there as much as he could.
“What do you recommend?” he asked her, smiling.
By the end of the night, he had managed to get a date from her for the following night. From that day on, they had been inseparable, to the point that three months later he had asked her to move in with him to Houston. One year had gone by and he had never been happier in his life, so much, he had been considering taking the next step.
When he returned to the kitchen, she already had the food on the table, along with the garlic bread and the white wine. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Happy first anniversary,” he murmured in her ear.
She turned around to look at him.
“I thought you didn’t remember,” she said, with a faint smile.
“How could I possibly forget the day my life changed forever?” he protested, kissing her.
“Mine changed that day too,” she assured him kissing him back.
“A flat tire never made me that happy before.” he chuckled.
“Yes… now, let’s eat. Cold pasta doesn’t taste the same,” she said, kissing his lips, before allowing him to help her sit down.
They had their pasta, exchanging the daily news. He had suggested her to take the canteen on his company. The place was on the verge of closing down since his employees didn’t like the food served there.
At first, she hadn’t been sure, afraid people wouldn’t give her a chance because she was the boss’ girlfriend. But he insisted, sure that her food would conquer his employees and he hadn’t been wrong.
The canteen had never been so successful and even he went there for lunch or ordered the food when he had businesses lunches. By the end of the meal, she brought out the dessert, tiramisu, his favorite and he took the opportunity to slide a small box over the table.
“What’s that?” she asked, surprised, as she sat back, looking a bit shaky.
“Why don’t you open it up?” he suggested with a naughty smile.
But deep down he was a bit nervous. He had never proposed before. She picked the small box and slowly opened it up. When she found the pink diamond on a platinum ring, she let out a gasp of surprise and looked at him.
“What…?” she started saying… “I mean…” she was speechless.
Kenneth got up and kneeled next to her.
“Would you marry me, Theresa? And make me the happiest man on earth?”
“Oh God,” she threw herself into his arms laughing and crying at the same time. “Yes… yes… of course I will,” she shouted, happier than ever.
He got up and pulled her up and closer, kissing her, and printing all his love and all his passion on that kiss.
“I love you so much.”
She whispered against his lips when he finally allowed her to breathe.
“I love you too, so much I can’t imagine my life without you,” he assured her.
She cradled his face and kissed him.
“I feel the same way. I’ve never been happier in my life.”
Smiling, he picked the ring and slid it onto her finger.
“Do you like it?” he asked her.
“It’s awesome.”
He kissed her finger before he kissed her lips again.
“I’m glad. After all, pink is definitely your color,” he said, with a teasing smile.
She punched him on his chest, pretending to be upset.
“I got a present as well.”
“You did?”
“Yes… nothing like this, of course, but it’s something I know you like.”
She reached for a box she had put on the table and handed it to him. The minute he saw the box he knew what it was: fortune cookies from his favorite Chinese restaurant. They were simply delicious and unlike most of the ones sold in the other restaurants, these were homemade and the messages were selected by the place’s owner.
“How did you manage to convince him to give you these?” he asked, delighted. He had tried to buy them before, to no avail.
“Well, I told him our story and that tonight was our first anniversary and he gave them to me,” she explained with an amused smile.
He hugged her, looking like a kid on Christmas morning.
“This is the best gift ever,” Kenneth assured her, opening the box and finding two cookies in it. One for him and one for her.
He handed her the box for her to choose first. She chuckled and grabbed one of the cookies and he took the other one.
She took the small paper from it and read it out loud: “Tonight you’ll receive the gift your heart craves for.” She let out a cry of incredulity. “Wow… they sure know how to do their job,” she said, still amazed.
“That’s why I like their cookies,” he assured, her with a naughty look on his face, as he pulled the small paper from his cookie. “Even your wildest dreams will come true tonight.”
“See? They always get it right,” he said, but in his mind appeared his dream of switching places with her. It would have been great if that one came true.
“Getting me to marry you can’t be your wildest dream,” she said, teasing him. He had shared some of his fantasies with her.
“Maybe not, but yes the most important,” he assured her, finishing his cookie and pulling her back into his arms.
“What would be your wildest dream?” she asked him, kissing his full lips.
“Switching places with you for a few days. Having that gorgeous body of yours just for me,” he confessed, with a mischievous smile.
She chuckled and nodded.
“I knew it would be that one.” She knew him well. “I wish it could come true,” she said, getting on the tip of her toes and kissing him.
The minute their lips joined together, a strange energy pushed them together and rushed through their whole bodies. When they were finally able to step back from each other, the magic had done its work.
“What the hell just happened?” he asked, but his voice sounded like Tessa’s.
He looked at himself and then at her and it was as if he had lost his mind. His body was Tessa’s and she was standing in front of him with his muscled body, his blond hair, and his gray eyes. She let out a loud laugh.
“Your wish came true, baby,” she said, picking his hand and dragging him into their bedroom, making him stand in front of the vanity’s mirror.
They really had swapped bodies.
Awestruck, he ran his hands down his chest, cupping his huge breasts and playing with his nipples. This was really happening. He turned to look at Tessa, finding a naughty grin on her face.
“So, now that you have my body, and I have yours, why don’t we have some fun?” she suggested.
“This is insane… how can this really be happening?”
“Magic… the world has more magic than we think possible,” she assured him, pulling him closer and starting to undo the buttons of his summer dress. How the hell did he manage to act normally with so much lust and desire to rush through his body?
“I still can’t believe this is really happening,” he mumbled while she pushed his dress down to the floor, cupping his full breasts and kneading them gently through the thin fabric of his bra.
“I’ll make it real for you,” she promised him, getting rid of his bra and the tiny thong he was wea
ring.
The minute she had him naked in front of her, she took off all of her clothes before she picked him in her arms and carried him to bed.
Crawling over him, she claimed a passionate kiss from his lips and biting his lower lip, she teased him a little. “Is this real enough for you, baby?” she asked him with a wicked grin.
He chuckled and cradled her face, kissing her back, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth, deepening the kiss and stealing her breath away. He rolled in bed with her, getting on top of her.
