This is a new updated version of a story I had posted here a few years ago under the name "Rachel Picabia" (it's written from a female perspective). I think it was Laurel's favourite of all my stories, so here it is again...
Alex Tzara
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My best friend Cat (an unrepentant flame-haired flirt) has invited herself and Shane over to the flat to sample Bernardo's fine culinary skills. Nothing wrong with that, is there? My Italian Stallion hubby just happens to be a master in the kitchen and, if there's one thing Catriona loves (other than the tongue of some bright-eyed eager-to-please young skater-punk), it's a nice Italian meal. Especially when it's free. I guess that must be why she was so keen to spend the evening chez Abby and Bernardo - excellent food and the chance to show off her new blond goateed toyboy. Yes, I'm sure it was nothingto do with the fact that last night I got a little tipsy on our girls' night out and spilled the beans about the dirty videos Bernardo and I have been making together.
Cat wasn't at all shocked by this revelation. In fact, to tell you the truth, she seemed quite turned on by the idea.
"Maybe we should do a porno together," she said, giggling out loud. "Me, you, Shane and Bernardo. Could be my big break into showbiz. I always KNEW I'd be a star one day." She threw me a silly glamour-girl pose, shaking her tumbling red hair from side to side and pouting over her shoulder at me with those glossy pink lips.
I could feel my face flush, as I looked around the bar, convinced people were listening in to our conversation. "Oh, yeah," I said, 'Like I'm going to let a hussy like YOU anywhere near my husband!"
"Hey!" She thumped me playfully on the arm and grinned.
So, here we are - the four of us - enjoying a quiet night in together. The plan: have a nice meal, drink a little wine, watch videos and just generally have a bit of a giggle. Bernardo is through taking care of the spaghetti. Cat and Shane are sprawled together on the couch.
"Why don't you pick out a video?" I say, refilling Cat's glass with red wine. I nod over at the fifty or so tapes stacked along the wall.
Shane chuckles. "Yeah, Catriona told me the kind of video's you like."
"SHANE!" Cat puts a finger to her lips. "Ssssssh!."
I glower down at my redhead pal and then turn to Shane. He smiles and strokes his blond goatee like some villainous modern-day Fu Manchu.
I can feel my cheeks burning up with embarrassment. "Well, Catriona shouldn't be telling you stuff like that. Not if she wants to keep her friends."
Catriona smiles, a little sheepishly. "Don't be mad, Abby. This boy has ways of making me talk. Just two minutes of his turbo-tongue special and I was singing like a canary." She tugs the end of his pointed little beard. "And, that thing tickles, by the way!"
I clamp my hands over my ears. "La la la la. Too much information!"
"Promise I won't be a bad girl ever again," says Cat, giving me her puppy-dog look. "Do you forgive me, baby?"
I'm already heading towards the kitchen door. "I'll think about it."
She arches her eyebrow and smirks. "And, where do you think you're off to, young lady? "
"I've got a hot date with a mysterious Italian."
"Made you an offer you can't refuse, did he?"
"You two behave while I'm gone."
In the kitchen I pinch my husband's cute bum through his jeans and kiss him on the cheek.
"Try this sauce," he says, as he pours the pasta shells into the pan of bubbling water and adds a little salt to the large pot of bolognese. He's finally managed to sweet-talk his mother out of her secret recipe and the smell is wonderful.
I dip a finger into the warm red liquid and run my tongue over it. "Mmmn, delicious."
"So are you," he says, grinning, as he brushes his fingers through my hair. He kisses me full on the rosy lips and gently squeezes my breast through the thin material of my blouse. I can feel my nipple harden to his touch.
"So, do you fancy a quickie before dinner?" I giggle, only half-joking. I've had three glasses of wine and my inhibitions are already drifting away from me like the steam rising above the cooker.
Bernardo's raises an eyebrow. He's got that devilish little smirk that drives me wild. I feel his hand brush up the inside of my thighs. Tickling over the smooth, bare skin. I shiver. The pupils have grown huge in his hazel eyes.