Jen and I had always had a stormy relationship. It seemed we were having steamy makeup sex more often than regular sex. She had the ability to push my buttons with minimal effort. I was used to the friction and drama, but that day was worse than others.

Things had started out pretty good. I had invited Jen over for to my place for a lunch date. Nothing fancy, just some homecooked stew and, maybe some afternoon delight as the old song says, but things took a turn for the worse when she found out that one of the stew’s ingredients was onions. It was an honest mistake since I can’t cook from scratch; I was making it from a box. Not being a picky eater myself, I had no idea that I had to read every single ingredient on the package. I felt terrible about it because I knew how much she hated the taste of onions and could detect even the slightest trace of them in any food.

Unfortunately, Jen noticed the box on the counter and began to read the contents. That’s when the trouble started. Jen perceived this minor mistake as a major slight. She started ranting about how I was being inconsiderate and not mindful of her likes and dislikes, as any good girlfriend should be. This did not go over well with me and a big fight ensued.

She ended up storming out of my house in a huff and me telling her to not bother coming back. When it was all over, I was left with a big pot of stew simmering on my stove and no one but myself around to eat it. I went in my living room and plopped down on my couch. I couldn’t decide if I should cry or be relieved Jen had left. I was almost in tears when my doorbell rang.

It was my neighbor Michelle. We were good friends and she would often come over to console me after one of Jen’s blowups. It was pretty obvious she had the hots for me, but I had never entertained the idea of hooking up with her since I was dating Jen.

“Hey, I saw Jen heading to her car with her usual sour expression on her face. Is everything ok?”

“Not really.”

I invited her in and we sat down on the couch to discuss the latest tragedy.

“It’s over this time. I don’t think I can take the constant drama and her Queen Bitch attitude anymore,” I said

“What sparked the fireworks today?”

“I was making us a stew for lunch and I didn’t realize there were onions in the mix. Jen hates onions so she got mad, pitched a fit, and left after accusing me of being insensitive to her needs.”

“Well, if she got pissed about that you’re better off without her. You shouldn’t put up with that sort of treatment. Better it should end now before you two had gotten a place together,” Michelle said “because people’s annoying traits get worse when you’re around them twenty four hours a day.”

Thoughts of living with Jen’s constant rants and diva behavior sent a shudder through me.

“I know. The only thing keeping me from being really upset is the fact that I know it is for the best,” I said.

“I’d love to have a woman who was willing to cook for me. I think that is so sexy.”

I knew when I looked into her eyes I was surrendering to the temptation of Michelle’s luscious figure and my pussy was moistening at the thought of us wrapped up in each other. She leaned into me and her lips met mine. Her tongue probed my mouth while our hands explored our bodies. I closed my eyes and let myself see her body with my fingers. She was voluptuous and had curves in all the right places. The mingling emotions of receding anger and desire were getting me wet between the legs and I knew I couldn’t hold back from the need.

I could sense Michelle felt it too. She moved her hand up the length of my skirt, lightly dragging her nails across my skin. It sent chills throughout me as I removed her bra and shirt. Her ample breasts were soft to my touch. Like a siren’s song they called me to them. My lips encircled her nipples and I began to suck, gently at first, but soon I became greedy and started to lick and bite them mercilessly. They tasted heavenly as Michelle moaned, moving her hands between my thighs to rub my clit through the fabric of my jeans.

“Mmmm. You have too many clothes on,” she breathed into my ear.

“Yeah? Why don’t you do something about it?” I challenged.

Hurriedly, she grabbed at my pants and tore at my shirt until I was free of the restraints of my garments. We lay back on the couch with Michelle on top of me. I sighed as her breasts pressed into mine, our nipples rubbing against each other. She straddled my thigh as her hand began to massage my pussy. I could feel her squeeze and release my clit while her fingers delved inside of my sopping wetness. I moaned as she brought her mouth to my breast and started to suck. My hand moved to my mouth and moistened my fingertip with my saliva before running the tip of it over my other nipple. I pinched and pulled it adding to the pleasure Michelle was giving me.

Her hips were moving up and down on my leg, providing her clit with erotic sensations. I moved my thigh under her, feeling the silky hair of her cunt as it moved over my skin. The movements were giving her more pleasure and better access to my insides. I moaned and moved my hips in a circular motion, forcing her hand to probe me deeper. Michelle began to gyrate on my thigh more as she furiously rubbed her clit onto my flesh. I took my hands and pinched her nipples. The pain was slight at first, but I kept applying more pressure on her breasts with my fingers, her moans of pleasure encouraging me. I could feel her body tense as the orgasm coursed through her. She went limp on top of me once it had subsided, her hand still moving inside of me as her nectar slid down my thigh.

Michelle looked up and gave me a wicked smile before bringing her mouth to mine. Her tongue danced inside of my mouth before leaving and trailing the length of my torso. I shivered from the eroticism of her moist mouth exploring my body on its way to a lower destination. When it reached its target, she parted my pussy with her fingers and licked the outer lips in long, firm strokes. I sighed as my hips arched, burying her face in my cunt. I felt her suck on my clit and I cried out as her mouth tugged at the sensitive flesh before her tongue thrust into my opening. It moved along my walls, hitting every sensual spot inside me. I grabbed her by the hair and forced her deeper into me. Her hands wrapped around my legs as they squeezed and released my thighs. Every muscle in my body shuddered and my back involuntarily arched as the euphoria swept over me. Body shaking orgasms coursed through my body as I was paralyzed with fulfilled desire and satiated need. Sheets of my juices poured onto her face and chin as she hungrily lapped the nectar from me.

When she had drunk all of my elixir, Michelle pulled herself to my mouth and kissed me deeply. I could still taste myself on her lips.

“How was that? Still upset about your fight with Jen?”

“No, not at all. You seem to have a way of taking my mind off unpleasant things.”

I smiled at Michelle and offered her some of the soup that had so offended Jen. I knew at that point it was over with Jen and that I would be seeing a lot more of my neighbor Michelle. After all the trauma and drama Jen had caused me, it was nice to have someone like Michelle around who not only liked my stew, onions and all, but was one hell of a good lover too.