Stephen adjusted his tie as he looked in the mirror, furrowing his brow with failure, he undid it quickly as his wife yelled at him from downstairs. "Are you ready?!" Marisa barked from the kitchen below. Stephen quickly re-tied the knot and moped at himself. Why do we have to match? He asked himself, feeling embarrassed wearing the pink tie. He could hear the heavy knock of heels ascend the stairs as he turned to see Marisa walk in. "Oh my god," she said, "You look adorable! We look amazing." Stepped in front of Stephen and admired herself in the mirror.
"Yeah..." Stephen said, sounding deflated, "we look amazing." The comment appeared to fall on deaf ears as Marisa continued to pose for herself.
"You don't think it's too over the top do you?" Marisa turned to ask her husband. She was met with a clueless stare. "The dress Stephen!" His eyes scanned over her listlessly. She knew he didn't care for the color. Stephen began to make an attempt to compliment her.
"Oh... um... yeah it looks great!" His voice lacking enthusiasm. "I really like... um... I really like the way the way it hangs on you." Stephen managed to make the observation.
"It better hang well, this is chiffon darling." Marisa explained primming her hair. "I got it for a steal at the boutique this afternoon. I loved the way this jewel neckline looked. How does my back look?" Stephen tried to find the words.
"Good?" He blurted out. "I mean, it's cut low which I like." Stephen smiled. Marisa rolled her eyes at the compliment.
"You're supposed to say it looks amazing." She said, annoyed. "It's shorter than what I usually like but I really liked how flowing it looks. But you just think it's okay." Marisa feigned a pouting frown.
"I never said it was just okay." Stephen chimed, picking up the cue to move in. He put his hands around her waist and moved them up to grab her tits. "It makes these look delicious! Maybe we can skip dinner so I can have dessert!" He began to kiss her nape and she laughed. Stephen explored the dress some more, putting his hands in the opening of the jewel halter, pulling the sides to show Marisa's delectable cleavage. The doorbell rang, and while she was enjoying the touches, she quickly grabbed his wrists and pulled them down.
"Not now honey. It looks like our guest has arrived!" Marisa's eyes lit up as she walked past her husband and down the stairs. Stephen quickly followed behind. They stood in front of the door, briefly arguing about who should open it. Stephen looked through the peephole to see Jerome looking around as he waited outside. Marisa stood behind her husband, smoothing out her dress and hair as he opened the door. Just outside, Jerome towered over the opening in his suit and tie, holding a brown paper bag in the shape of a bottle.
"Come in, come in," Stephen offered to the neighbor. Jerome ducked his head slightly to walk into the foyer. "Welcome to the Sanders home." He said extending his hand in greeting. Jerome smiled big and shook the man's hand.
"Thanks y'all, feels really good to be here." Jerome looked to Stephen and then to Marisa. "Ma'am you look fantastic. I like the matching theme you two got going." He added with a laugh.
"Oh you do?!" Marisa cried out. "You know what, Stephen hates it. He simply did not want to do it but I am glad you appreciate it." She took Jerome's arm, feeling the rigid forearm under his thin shirt. "Come along into the living room and have a seat!" They moved along leaving Stephen behind, but not before Jerome handed off the bottle to him. Stephen looked at the paper bag and pulled out the bottle. It read "Cristal".
"Jerry, you really shouldn't have brought this," Stephen said as he entered the room, looking at the bottle and looking up to see his wife seated next to and in side-conversation with Jerome. "We've got plenty of drink around but thanks for bringing this! I've never had Cristal before." Stephen finished, grabbing the attention of the seated twosome.
"Yes, Jerry. Stephen and I don't get around to drinking a whole lot of champagne except for New Years. It goes straight to our heads." Marisa laughed out. "We don't even have those glasses for them... what are they called." She searched for the name as it was on the tip of her tongue.
"Flutes?" Jerome answered. "I never really drank out of them neither. Usually we popped a bottle of this stuff after making the playoffs or something. I just drank it out of the bottle at that time." He gave a hearty laugh and Marisa joined in while Stephen gave a slight look of bewilderment. Marisa shook her head in reassurance.
"Well we can't have that can we?" She smiled towards Jerome while she tossed her hair back behind her shoulders. "I mean, it would be a mess!" Marisa turned to her husband. "Stephen, why don't you go out and get some of those flutes. I think I saw some at the liquor store, they had some plastic ones." Stephen tried to hide his annoyance at the thought of having to run the errand.
"Oh I think we could just have some in the wine glasses we have here. No need to go out for that." Stephen suggested. Marisa sent him a veiled glare through her smile.
"No dear. If we have this fine champagne from our fine neighbor," Marisa touched Jerome's thigh, lingering on it. "then we have to do the drink some justice and have it the right way." She looked at Jerome for agreement, her hand still on his thigh. Jerome looked at Stephen and shrugged his shoulders, nodding in guilty agreement. She could see the consternation in Stephen's face. "Please honey, could you go get those flutes?"
Stephen let out a sigh. "Sure. Is it the liquor store at the mall?" Marisa nodded in earnest. Stephen looked at his watch. "There's going to be a lot of traffic around there right now but it shouldn't take too long." He looked to the kitchen and turned to his wife again. "Make sure you turn off the oven," Stephen turned to Jerome and smiled, "we don't want to over-roast the chicken!"
Jerome smiled and chuckled in amusement. "Oh no we sure don't. I do love me some big breasts," He said as he looked at Marisa and trailed the view down to her leg, wrapping his large hand around it and looking back at Stephen. "and those juicy thighs, mmm making my mouth water Steve. You better get back quick." He looked at Marisa again and licked his lips quickly. "Or else you'll be stuck with the leftovers!" Jerome and Marisa laughed. Stephen cracked a small hesitant smile as he grabbed his car keys.
"I wouldn't want that!" Stephen said in an effort to be engaged, "I'll be back in just a bit." He made quickly for the door and let it slam. Jerome turned back to Marisa. They shared a moment of smiling and silence together. Marisa looked down at her thigh and saw Jerome's long fingers wrapped around it. He took the dress between his fingers and stroked her thigh. She immediately began to feel lightheaded at the sensation surging through her body.
"This is a great material. It looks really familiar. Did you get this at the boutique downtown?" Jerome asked her. Marisa quickly snapped out of the hypnotic sensation of his touch.
