A Thanksgiving Feast- For Two
Thanksgiving was quickly approaching, and Tony was busy preparing the menu for his yearly Thanksgiving feast. Along with the traditional turkey, dressing and pumpkin pie, Tony always added an Italian spin to it, making a lasagna, pumpkin ravioli or an antipasto platter complete with artichokes, olives, cheeses, mushrooms and a variety of cured meats and salamis. This year however, Tony was struggling to decide just exactly what perfect dish to serve up. His mind was spinning with thoughts and ideas including pondering the perfect Christmas gift for Angela.
Black Friday shopping was a family tradition, and he was determined to make good use of it and find the perfect gift for her being as he had bluffed up their anniversary with seat covers for her car. No, Christmas had to be perfect this year. After all, it was their first Christmas as a couple and this year when they stood under the mistletoe, accidently on purpose, there wouldn't be an awkward peck of the lips like there was their third Christmas together when she was dating Geoffrey with a G and they found themselves standing together under the Christmas tradition. No, this year, he would take her in his arms and show the world what that mistletoe tradition meant to him.
Everyday closer to Thanksgiving, Tony got more antsy and nervous. He had decided on the menu but was still undecided on Angela's gift, wanting to take full advantage of the Black Friday deals as his funds were low, still trying to pay Angela back for the loan on the painting he bought her that nearly cost him their relationship. The combination of their night at the Plaza and his two-thousand-dollar ego trip gift had him sweating Christmas. With finals quickly approaching, getting a second part-time job was out of the question. He would have to grin and bare it and make do with what his credit allowed further feeding into his insecurities of being able to provide Angela with all he thought her deserving of, financially, not physically.
How will I ever live up to her lifestyle, Tony kept running through his mind. No teaching job will ever hold a candle to her career, I'll never be as successful as she is, what can I ever give to her that she can't give herself, well that, ya, he chuckled to himself, come on Tony, get real, what are you doing here? He continued his internal self-deprecation as he hand-wiped the mashed potatoes.
I love her, that I know without any doubt, he beat the bowl harder, I can't live without, no doubt there, he shook his head in affirmation of his thought, I know she loves me, he smiled, and damn she's incredible both in and out of bed, his cheeks became rosy at the thought of their love making, especially after the last weekend they had spent together in the mountains. She deserves so much more than I can ever give her, his insecurities taking hold once again, but she believes in me, I'll never know just what she sees in me, his thoughts continued as he kept beating the potatoes. I always promised myself that if she were my girl, I would change the world and make her proud-
"Tony, earth to Tony," a faint voice penetrated his ears, interrupting his thoughts, "Yo, Tony," Angela snapped her fingers in his face brining him back to the moment.
"Oh, hey Angela, what's up?"
"What's up with you," she inquired, "You were in a totally different world there, Tony, everything okay?" A concerned tone to her inquisition.
"Fine, fine," he reassured, "Just mashing some potatoes for tomorrow's dinner."
"Looks more like potato soup if you ask me," she motioned to the runny slop in the bowl he was beating.
"Oh shit," he exclaimed dropping the bowl into the sink, "There goes Thanksgiving mashed potatoes," he fretted.
"It's okay honey, just make more or we'll do without, no big deal!" Angela tried to reassure him.
"No big deal, Angela, we can't have Thanksgiving dinner without mashed potatoes, that throws the whole menu off Angela. What do you do with the gravy then and how to eat the rolls without dipping them in the potatoes, no, I've ruined it now!"
"Tony, honey," she grabbed hold of his bicep caressing it, "What's got you in such a tizzy, so upset?" Her concern evident in her tone.
"Nothing, I'm sorry sweetheart, I guess I'm just stressed about dinner tomorrow and finals coming up, I'll be okay." He kissed her cheek.
A loving smile crossed her face, "I know you will, and I know your dinner will be the best ever, potatoes or not," she smiled, "I have faith in you Tony!" She leaned in capturing his lips for a tender, soft kiss.
"You really do, don't cha?"
"Do what," a confused look on her face.
"Have faith in me?"
"Of course, I do," she wrapped her arms around his neck, "I know you could do anything you set your mind to, you could change the world if you wanted to Tony!"
"What did I ever do to deserve you, Angela?" He turned into her, taking her into his arms.
"You knocked on my door and changed my life," her eyes glowed with affection and sincerity.
"I love you Angela," Tony gushed, leaning into her lips.
"I love you too Tony, are you sure you're, okay?"
"Ya, I'm okay, never better," he reassured, capturing her lips again for a deep, longing kiss.
The holiday began early morning with the family venturing to Manhattan to watch the Macy's Day Thanksgiving Parade and Mona capturing the attention of all the news cameras again as she participated in the parade once again reprising her role as Santa's sexy elf. After the parade was over, the family gathered back at home for a feast worthy of a king. As usual, Tony's dinner didn't disappoint. The missing mashed potatoes went unnoticed with Tony's substitution of lasagna and delicious antipasto that put all others to shame.
Clearing the table as the family disbursed to the living to watch football, Tony felt a wave of gratitude wash over him knowing that if he could provide one thing for his family, it was a great meal, a sense of tradition and a loving home. He collected the last of the dishes and went back into the kitchen where Angela busied herself with washing dishes.
"Oh Tony, that was absolutely exquisite, I really think you totally out did yourself this year, even if we didn't have any mashed potatoes," she teased.
"Ya, well we won't talk about that," he lamented, "Luckily I don't think anyone noticed." He handed her the turkey plater.
"How could they, there was enough food for a small army. From the looks of things, we'll be eating Thanksgiving dinner for a week." She chuckled. "I can't take another bite and we haven't even had dessert yet!"
Wrapping his arms around her from behind as she stood finishing the dishes, Tony nuzzled his face into her neck, "What do you say we work off some of these extra pounds tonight?" He kissed her neck sensually.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned, "That sounds like a dessert I might have room for, and it doesn't even involve chocolate," she smiled.
"I can involve some chocolate if you'd like?" He crooned.
"Toooony," she turned to face him, her breathing becoming rapid with desire, "My office, tonight, as soon as everyone is in bed?" Her heart was racing with excitement.
"I can't wait," he captured her lips for a full, passionate kiss.
Joining the family in the living room once they finished their quick make out session and put the dishes away, Tony took one wing chair as Angela sat across on the other, Mona, Sam and Jonathan huddled on the couch together watching the last of the Cowboys/Steelers game.
Catching Tony's eye, Angela restlessly bounced her leg up and down as she sat thinking of their planned rendezvous, fidgeting with her hands and arms, crossed one moment, on her knees the next, fingers in her mouth, the other, biting at her nails.
"Angela dear, are you okay over there?" Mona inquired.
"Fine, fine mother, you, okay?" She countered.
"I'd be fine if you weren't bouncing the house like an earthquake with your leg over there!"
"What are you talking about mother?" She returned defensively, her leg still bouncing.
"You, you leg, what's got into you?" She eyed her daughter's restless leg.
"Oh," her cheeks blushing, "The game, boy, exciting huh? Down to the wire!" She stated with confidence.
"Angela, the game is 20 to 10 with 30-seconds left, I don't think the Steelers will score again, it's over!"
Her cheeks a blaze now, "Ya well, okay, that was exciting," she jumped up, "I'm going to bed! Good night!" She frantically exclaimed heading towards the stairs.
"Ya, I'm kinda beat too," Tony extended his arms above his head, forcing a yawn. "I think I'll turn in also." He got up, eyeing Angela with a small smile. "Sam, Jonathan, early morning if you plan to take advantage of those Black Friday deals with me, you should probably be turning in as well. Sam, are you staying here or going back to the dorm?"
"I guess here, why, does it matter?"
"Because I want to lock up and everyone in bed, lets go," He clapped his hand together hastily. "Mona- "
"I'm going," she cut him off, "I've got a date with Santa, don't wait up!" She headed out the door before Tony could continue.
"6 AM wake up call," he hollered after her.
"Don't even try it bub," she returned halfway to her apartment.
"Let go kids, to bed now."
"Dad, what's your problem? We always stay up and watch the after show, the parade highlights and catch the commercials for all the sales, what's got you in such a tizzy to go to bed."
"Nothing, nothing," Tony rubbed his chest, trying to compose himself, "I, uh, I just want to make sure everyone gets a good night's sleep so we can shop, shop, shop tomorrow," he said with emphasis.
Meanwhile, Angela found herself tapping the stairwell anxiously, looking all around the room in annoyance.
"But dad,"
"But nothing Sam," Angela interjected, "You heard him, bed, or dorm. Jonathan, upstairs now!" Angela commanded.
Shocked and speechless at Angela's sudden authority, "Well okay then," a puzzled and frustrated look on her face, "Good night then, Happy Thanksgiving to you!" Sam turned and walked out the door, headed back to the dorm.
"No wait, Sam," Angela chased after her. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean I wanted you to leave, I'm just tired and a little on edge I guess, please, go up to your room and get a good night's sleep." She wrapped her arm around Sam's shoulders. "Lots of shopping tomorrow and I need my best shopping partner with me." She kissed her head.
Still a little weary, Sam looked between her father and Angela, "Okay then, but listen you too, I don't know what's got you both in such a frenzy, but I wish you would take care of it!" She turned and walked up the stairs, leaving both adults stumped and embarrassed.
Biting her bottom lip, she waited for Sam to turn the corner and leaned into Tony, "I feel terrible Tony, I almost kicked Sam out because I can't wait to get you alone. I'm a terrible parent!" She cried.
Chuckling slightly, he wrapped his arms around her, "Now, now sweetheart, you're no worse a parent than I am, I guess we just keep letting our hormones get the best of us." He kissed her forehead.
"I know but Tony, just the thought of being in your arms drives me absolutely crazy. I miss you so much!" She buried her face into his chest.
"I know, I know, he caressed her head ahead his chest, it'll be okay, and Sam will get over it and we'll have our time together." He kissed her head.
"We still on for tonight," her puppy-eyes looked up at him with desire.
"I wouldn't miss it for anything," He cupped her rear pulling her into him, "I've missed you too!" He found her lips, engulfing them with his. "Meet me in an hour and don't worry about what to wear," he whispered in her ear before releasing her and turning towards the door to lock up the house.
Fifty-nine minutes later, Tony knocked lightly on Angela's office door after confirming that both Jonathan and Sam had fallen asleep. Turning the doorknob, he lightly knocked again, cracking the door open slightly, "Angela, you in here?" He whispered into the dark room.
Opening the door further, he saw a faint shadow across the room, "Angela is that you?"
A flick of a match striking the box could be heard and suddenly a glow appeared across the room, "Come in Tony," a sultry, low whisper came from the end of the room as the glow of the candle illuminated the shadows.
Still unable to fully see anything but a shadow, Tony stepped in, closing and locking the door behind him, "Angela, what are you doing, where are you?" He rubbed his eyes, trying to adjust them to the dark glow of the room.
"Over here," her voice coming from behind the desk. As Tony approached, he could see the high-top of her chair facing away from him, "Annnngela," he sang.
"Toooonyyy!" She sang back.
"What are you doing?" he inquired.
"Waiting for you!" She retorted.
"I'm here," he came back at her, his voice wanting and eager.
"So am I," she panted and flipped her chair around to face him, throwing her long legs up on her desk, crossing them in front of her, the only thing visible to Tony, her black stilettos and bare calves.
Taking a few stepped closer, Angela's frame came into view, he gasped, his mouth dropping, eyes bulging, "Angela!"
"You said not to worry about what to wear so I thought these would be sufficient," she wiggled her feet still resting on her desk, "Is this okay?" She moistened her lips with her tongue.
Tony was speechless, he stood frozen, taking in the sight before him, his heart racing, his breathing rapid, his manhood throbbing. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a dark chocolate syrup bottle. Slightly turning his head to eye the chocolate delicacy, diverting his eyes between her and the bottle, he saw a slight grin grow on the corner of her lips, "I thought you might like some dessert now?" She separated her legs, throwing one to each side of the bottle, revealing her fully naked frame before him.
He continued to stare for a beat, unable to move, his mouth salivating, his mind swirling. He'd never seen this side of Angela before. He knew their intimacy had revealed a new dimension to the passion he always knew lived somewhere deep with-in her, but he didn't know the full depth of her sex appeal until this moment. He was dumbfounded, turned on, shocked and grateful that he was the man standing before her.
Finally regaining his senses, he walked slowly towards her, grabbed the bottle as he made his way around the desk and knelt before her. Without saying a word, he flipped the top of the bottle open, turned it upside down and began to swirl streaks of chocolate over her chest and around her perfectly toned stomach- a slight moan escaped her lips as he continued dripping the chocolate down towards her center, onto her upper thigh. Completing his task, he took her leg into his hand and began to trail his tongue along the line of syrup he had drawn. From her knee, up her thigh, he stopped at center and looked up at her- her head was leaned back, eyes closed, her rear shifted to the end of the chair. He traced the outer lips of her center and proceeded up her abdomen, onto her stomach, finally landing on her breast, slowly and delicately clearing all evidence of the dark topping from her. Licking the remanences of chocolate off his lips, he whispered, "That's the most amazing dessert I've ever had! Do you know how incredibly gorgeous you are?"
Opening her eyes to meet his, she smiled, "I don't think you've finished it all?" Her voice husky and sensual.
"No ma'am I haven't," he replied catching her lips in his before dropping back down to his knees, engulfing his face between her legs. The thrust of her hips were in perfect rhythm with the rhythmic pressures he was applying, sending electric shock waves through her body as he brought her to climax. Grabbing hold of his head as she rolled through the last waves of her orgasm, Angela's legs went limp around his shoulders as her whole body finally relaxed into complete contentment.
"Oh my God Tony," she panted, "That was," she inhaled deeply, trying to catch her breath, "That was, I can't even describe it." She continued to try and regulate her breathing.
"I hope you didn't wake up the household with that one," he kissed her inner thigh teasingly, sliding up her body to share the after taste of his freshly eaten dessert.
Feeling her body tremble below his, he separated their lips, "Are you cold?" Her face only slightly visible by the candlelight. "No," she returned, her voice cracking.
Catching the reflection of the light against her cheek, he noticed moisture dropping from her eyes, "Angela honey, what's wrong, did I hurt you?" Fear and concern evident in his voice.
She shook her head, "No." Then what's wrong, why are you crying?"
Throwing her arms around him, she sobbed, "Just hold me, Tony!" "Oh course, sweetheart, come here." He lifted her off the chair, wrapping his arms tightly around her, guiding her towards the couch, "What's wrong honey, you're scaring me." He caressed her bare back with his hands as they sat together on the couch, her in his lap, her face buried in his neck.
"Sweetheart, look at me," he lifted her head off his shoulder, "Talk to me!"
Sniffling, she shook her head in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, Tony, it's silly really, just forget it." She broke her sobs into a smile.
"Angela, you just had the most intense orgasm since we got together, you start crying and you want me to just forget it? Ay oh, I don't think so! What gives baby?" He pleaded.
"Promise you won't laugh or think I'm crazy?"
"Never!" He wiped her tears with his thumb.
"I'm just," she hesitated, "I'm just so happy Tony!"
"Awww sweetheart." He wrapped his arms back tightly around her. "But why the tears?"
Laying her head against his shoulder, not wanting to break their contact in any way, she confessed, "I've never felt like this with anyone, Tony. It's like you know exactly what I need and how I need it in every aspect of my life." She lifted her head to meet his eyes, "Before I met you I could never, would never have even considered doing what we just did but I feel so safe with you Tony, so free and happy, so curious to explore every aspect of our relationship and give into my inhibitions and insecurities because I know I can trust you with my whole life," her voice low and uncertain. "When we're not together Tony, I literally feel like a piece of me is missing. I find myself lost in thoughts of you during the day, sometimes barely able to concentrate or get through the day thinking of you and wondering when the next time we can be together will be." She wiped a tear that threatened to fall, "It scares me Tony because I'm not the kind of woman to need someone, like this, to allow myself to feel so strongly or open myself up like this because well, I haven't had the best track record and it's been easier to bury my feelings and keep my heart from being broken by opening up. But with you Tony, I want to explore every aspect of life together. I want to feel every emotion, every tingle, every sensation, every wonderful pleasure that life has to offer. I don't ever want to be without you Tony!"
Overcome by his own emotions, Tony was at a loss for words at her heartfelt confession, "I love you Angela," was all he could muster before taking her mouth in his as tears streamed down his own cheeks. Laying her back onto the couch, he worshipped every inch of her body, expressing every emotion his heart felt for her physically where words couldn't be found. They spent the next few hours, lost in each other's ecstasy. Exploring new facets to their intimacy. Demonstrating the depth of their love for each other. Finding every reason to be thankful on this Thanksgiving Day.