Sell you a Bridge chapter 72 (Patreon)

Shadowcrest August 3rd 2010 9:00 PM EDT

It  wasn't hard to use my phone to buy a skill book for cooking. The book  only cost twenty points as I had figured, and insisted it could make  someone and iron chef quality cook. It didn't promise a time frame, and  was probably cheaper than the DVD or private lesson emails because it  was much less comprehensive, more of an all round primer than elite  level chef abilities. There were lots of people on the iron chef after  all. Luckily with speed reading and perfect recall I managed to tear  through the thing on the cab ride to Zee's place.

With my  reflexes and precision mixed with the skills in question I should be  more than capable of becoming a better chef. I'd actually chosen  something cheap on purpose. I liked cooking and wanted to learn on my  own. It would have spoiled the fun to instantly become the best in the  world. A good foundation across the board combined with my memory and  skills should make my progress pretty smooth and I looked forward to  learning the arts of the chef. Tonight however I had slightly bigger  concerns. I was pretty nervous about this date tonight.

Dinner  at my girlfriends house after I told her I loved her was a whole  different ball game than dancing at a club. Not to mention her dad might  come home early so we had to keep an eye out. I wished we could have  had dinner at my place, but it just felt wrong using it when mom was out  of town. The Court seemed to have mostly backed off, whether that was  because Morgana was gone, Annabel was in the Labyrinth, or because they  were all running the dungeon for power themselves I honestly didn't  care. We were being left alone and that was all I needed.

Zee  had teleported back to get ready and left me to do my cooking lesson  thing and take a cab over for our date. We'd gotten back to the clock  tower at a bit after eight, and with my speed reading and memory the  book had taken me ten minutes or so. It helped that it acted like a  skill book and just dumped the knowledge in as soon as I finished too.  The cabbie had gotten me here in good time and I took my kitty key chain  out and used it to clear a path through the yard and up to the front  door.

I  knocked purposefully, and when the door opened my jaw just dropped.  Zatanna looked...amazing. She was wearing a short black dress with a  flared skirt and with two straps of cloth around her upper arms, leaving  her creamy pale shoulder fully exposed and make the very generous  cleavage she was showing incredibly obvious. She had her hair braided  with little crystal flowers, shoving off her swanlike neck and the sharp  delicate features of her chine and face leading up to now pointed ears.  It was like looking at a world famous work of art. I used to be proud  of my tailored suits, but not anymore.

I  made a mental note to invest in some kind of appearance enhancer, I was  ripped but I felt the need to make my face a bit better looking, less  plain. At least to tide me over until that fallen angel transformation I  was eyeing for later. Eventually I scooped my jaw up off the floor and  chuckled in embarrassment, stepping forward to kiss Zatanna as she let  me in. I'd stopped on the way and got her a bunch of dark blue roses  (her favorite color) and I passed them to her as she let me in. She was  ecstatic and gave me a long kiss before turning to basically skip  inside.

Watching  her short dress tease her very full ass as it bounced up was extremely  pleasant, and I saw she was wearing the thigh high fishnets she knew I  loved instead of the full coverage ones she wore with her costume. My  girls could rock a pair of garters. She led me into the kitchen and I  got started prepping the meal. I'd decided to make chicken parm from  scratch, and she kept me company as I cooked, chatting with me from her  seat on a stool at the marble counter while I prepared our food.

I  was hamming it up a bit I admit, throwing down spices with an overused  exclamation of "Bam!" and Zee was giggling up a storm. I just raised an  eyebrow. "You're mocking me now huh? I'm here slaving away for you in  the kitchen and this is the thanks I get?" I wiped an imaginary tear and  simulated a dramatic tone. "Why do you hurt me when I show you nothing  but love?" Zee seemed to react well to the whole dinner and a show bit  and couldn't stop laughing at my dramatic proclamations of being taken  for granted.

Finally  she managed to calm down, wiping away a single tear of her own, this  one from laughter. "In all seriousness though it smells really good. I'm  not surprised we have the ingredients for chicken parm, daddy likes to  cook dishes from the old country sometimes when he's home, but this is  by far the best smelling thing I've smelled in this kitchen." I was  pleased to hear it, though I didn't think this was anything special.  Aside from the iron chef skill I'd looked up a few dozen recipes for  chicken parm and was picking and choosing the parts I thought would work  best.

It  wasn't a perfect success of course. Despite my baseline I was pretty new  to this so I made a few bad calls, but I'd been able to fix them  mostly. I'd had to add more breadcrumbs because the chicken was too  greasy, and the sauce had been a bit thin and needed more tomatoes, but  I'd managed to fix it better than ever and hey, it was a learning  experience. After fifteen minutes or so Zee got bored and hip checked me  out of the way, forcing me to give her something to do, so I tried to  pass on some of my new cooking skills.

It  turned out cooking Italian food in formal wear sounds better in theory  than in practice, I ended up getting sauce and flour and grease all  over, as did Zee, but weirdly neither of us cared, laughing as we  cooked. For a while we were feeding each other tastes of the parts of  the dish we were making, but then that devolved into just smearing each  other with sauce, which devolved into licking it off each other. At that  point we had to stop, because we would definitely have burned the damn  chicken.

We  were a mess when were sat down to eat. Zee looked back at the kitchen  with a wince. "That's going to take a bit to clean up. Daddy always  checks to see if I used magic to clean up, he says doing chores by hand  builds character." I grinned and shot her a wink and activated my  tracelessness skill, which wiped out all traces of our cooking and  playing from the kitchen, completely returning it to my pre arrival  state. I fucking loved my powers sometimes. Her eyes widened. "What the  fuck was that?"

I  laughed and reveled in the shock. "It's one of my ninja skills. Removes  all traces of me from any place I've been. The time constraints are  pretty tight, only a few hours, but situations like this are a  loophole." I grinned as I realized something. "Holy shit, I'll never  have to do dishes after cooking ever again. I just have to activate my  skill and bam, clean pots and pans. Shame it costs a point to use  though." Though at my new levels a single point wasn't that big of a  problem.  I was sitting at ninety nine right now, and if I put all my  stats into my point values I would be getting two hundred fifty per day  when I hit the max level of fifty.

We  enjoyed the dinner, with Zatanna commenting on how much she loved it  and smiling so hard I thought her face would strain. Her dress and my  suit were both clean thanks to my skill and it felt...nice, to be  sitting here like this. Zee even snuck out a bottle of wine and opened  it so we could each have a glass. I wasn't a huge drinker, but the sweet  white wine she picked to pair with the chicken parm was delicious. She  knew wine much better than I did since in Italy kids could drink it from  a younger age and her dad didn't mind her having a glass with dinner  sometimes.

Finally  we finished our food and she led me to her room and sat me down on the  bed. She looked nervous. "So. I said earlier I wanted to do something  for you to show how much I love where we are in our relationship. I'm  not ready for anything below the waist or anything yet." She swallowed  hard. "But I thought it might be nice if I..." She blushed bright red.  "Used my mouth." She was chewing on her lip, looking almost terrified  and I almost cut her off but before I could she dropped to her knees in  front of me.

I  could see down her dress so much better from this angle. Her plump  creamy tits almost busting out of the black material, and the way her  almost glowing blue eyes shone up at me as she stared at me from the  floor made me feel almost drunk with lust. I forced myself to breathe  and cleared my throat. "Zee. Baby, I love that you're happy but we don't  need to do anything you aren't ready for. I know you've never done  anything like this." Neither had I actually, and I desperately hoped I  could hold back if she did.

She  shook her head cutely, partly to inform me that it didn't matter and  partly to clear it. "No. I want to do this. I've been watching videos  online for a while now. To try to learn how. Boys like this. And you've  been so sweet and patient with me." She unbuttoned my pants, slowly  fishing out my cock. She swallowed hard when she saw it. "I...um I  thought that the guys in the videos were bigger than usual. If anything  this seems even bigger than them." Her hand felt soft and a bit cold on  my dick as she stared at it.

She  clenched her hand experimentally and started moving it up and down. I  stifled a moan. "Baby I'm so happy with where we are right now. If you  don't want to do this you don't need to. I don't need any rewards for  loving you. I-" I shut up. Or rather I was cut off by the groan from my  mouth as she leaned forward and inhaled my cock. I had seen her aura,  she was nervous and she'd been telling the truth about it being her  first time. These were both facts. They were also apparently irrelevant.

Zatanna  took me to the back of her throat. I didn't have any experience with  this but I was positive fourteen year old virgins were supposed to have a  gag reflex. Zee did not. At all. It felt like the inside of her throat  was giving me the worlds wettest softest handjob. Or I assumed it did  based on how jerking off felt. Regardless she was fucking amazing. I did  not, in fact, last very long. Zatanna brought me to a humming slurping  smacking gagging orgasm right down her fucking throat within minutes.

She  pulled off, licking her lips and cocking her head in confusion. "Huh. I  expected that to taste worse." She grinned up at me. "So apparently  part of my nature as a godly sex elf makes me really good a blowjobs.  Makes them fun too. I think if we'd kept going I would have cum just  from that." She stood up and adjusted her dress with a naughty smile. "I  think I'd like to do that more often." I agreed wholehearedly, my brain  still buzzing from the hummer she'd just given me. I added something  for sexual staying power to my mental list. I had a feeling I was going  to need it.