Atlanta, GA
Joyce was doing some online-shopping before her dinner with Mike. She went to checkout, and it got declined. She tried again, no go. Frustrated, she called Saks. They said she had to call AMEX. They said the account had been suspended.
"Why on Earth would you... Do you even know who I am?"
"I'm sorry Ma'am, but Michael Fraser closed this account himself."
"He WHAT!" She cursed belligerently. The poor employee pretended the line was getting fuzzy and hung up.
Mike had a lot of explaining to do.
Los Angeles
Sharon's House
After work, Bobby had gone to the grocery store. He picked up a bottle of wine and a nice cut of pork belly. Tonight would be a special dinner. He got home, made a marinade for the pork and took Hunter for a quick run. He came back, took a hot shower and began to prepare dinner.
He wanted everything to be perfect. He dug out the candles, the fancy dishes and began preparing the food. He needed something light to go with the fatty pork. He made a vinaigrette to go with a fresh spring greens salad. He cut up some tomatoes, scallions, broccoli and crushed some black garlic to go in some couscous, and he was making a pineapple meringue pie for dessert. Lemon was traditional, but he wanted to make it a little more exciting.
Sharon was on her way home. She was beat. She was really sick of Rios, and she really wanted a nice glass of wine and to be a bum on her couch.
The roads were a mess; cars weaving in and out of traffic, running lights, everyone honking. Sharon wished she could throw them all in jail with the snap of her fingers.
Sharon came home, and she looked exhausted. She was imagining a takeout and sweatpants evening, but then she smelled something wonderful.
She wandered into the kitchen to see Bobby making some type of pineapple concoction.
"Get ready. Tonight's going to be quite a dinner."
"What's the occasion?"
"I have an announcement to make." He smiled, not revealing any more.
Sharon took a hot shower and snuggled with a pillow. She needed to forget her day at work ever happened.
Rusty went out with Kyle and his friends. Sharon was too sleepy to even ask him where he was going or when he'd be back.
The Howard House
The three adults had migrated into the living room and were drinking coffee and chatting. Brenda had clearly taken a liking to Rachel. They sat next to her, and Brenda rested her head on Rachel's shoulder. Fritz was pleasantly surprised. Brenda usually didn't warm up to people so easily.
Rachel was very distracted. Brenda had very soft hair. She also smelled really good. Being so close to her was a struggle, but she tried her best to act normal. Rachel got a text, which gave her an excuse to shift from under Brenda.
"Where is U ATTTTT?" Jackie texted. Clearly, she was quite drunk.
"Guess who's wasted?" Rachel said.
"Tell Jackie and Tommy I say hi!" Brenda knew it was them.
Atlanta, GA
Mike picked up Joyce for dinner, unaware that she had discovered the problem with the credit card. He took her to dinner. She didn't talk much, leaving most of the talking to Mike. He talked about his work and what his family was up to, and finally, he noticed her silence.
"Baby, what is it?"
"You cut off my credit card?"
"I know I should have told you earlier, but I've been having a little cash flow problem. It's only temporary, but until I figure it out, I need to watch the spending."
"Cash flow problem? What happened to the band?"
"I had to cut them loose. They were costing me more than they were bringing in. I thought I could turn them around, but I just kept losing money on it. I've been looking for a new investment, but I need to make sure I have rock-solid credit, which means paying down some of this debt.
Joyce was not amused. She gave up her shot at alimony, so she could marry Mike quickly. Why marry him if he was busted? She needed to re-strategize.
Sharon's House
Bobby finished the couscous dish and put it in the fridge to chill. The pork was braising. The pineapple curd was setting and now it was time for Bobby to make the meringue mixture. He got to work, pouring the egg whites and cream of tartar into the standing mixer. As it started to turn into foam, he began pouring in the sugar. When it was done, he set it a side. It was time to take out the pork belly, and continue cooking it on the stove.
He turned up the oven and pre-baked the pie crust. He then poured in the pineapple curd and then the meringue and baked it. When it was done, he took out the pie and put it on a cooling rack. He took the pork belly out of the sauce, baked it at high heat to get it to brown, took it back out, brushed it in sauce and broiled it, getting the sauce to cake onto the meat. He took out the meat one more time and let it rest so the juices could redistribute.
He poured the wine into the decanter, torched the meringue to get that nice browned look on the top, sliced the pork belly, made the salad and began plating. He left the dressing for last, so the greens wouldn't get soggy. Then he went to retrieve his girlfriend for dinner.
"Dinner awaits you," he told her.
She looked sleepy, but she could eat. She got up and followed him into the dining room. She sat down, and he lit the candles.
"This smells and looks wonderful," she told him as she looked at her plate. The tomatoes were vibrant, the roasted veggies gave the plate a nice earthy look, the pork and the couscous added variety, the greens looked nice and crisp. This was quite a plate.
He bit right into the pork belly, his favorite. He braised it in a soy, honey and ginger mixture. The ginger giving it a nice kick to help cut away the fattiness.
Sharon bit into the salad first. She loved his pistachio vinaigrette. She tried the couscous next. It was also very nice. The pork she tried after that and it was delicious but so rich. It had to be very fatty. She tried not to think about that, and she drank some of the wine. "This is very nice wine." She could tell it was expensive and fancier than what Bobby usually purchased. This had to be quite an announcement.
He smiled. "Guess, who's finally single?"
"What!"
"I'm divorced now."
"Oh!" Sharon calmed down, finally understanding. She was about to flip out at him.
"The judge signed off today. I am a free man." Bobby leaned in and gave his lover a kiss.
They continued to eat and drink. Her crappy day was turning into a marvelous evening.
The Howard House
Rachel was fidgeting in her chair.
"Are you alright?" Fritz asked her.
"It's just my back, old soccer injury."
"I know the feeling."
"Would you like a massage?" Brenda offered
"What?"
"I took a class since Fritzi has back issues."
"You don't have to..." Rachel didn't think she could handle the blonde's hands roaming her body.
"It's no trouble." Before she could protest, Brenda pushed Rachel forward and began to rub her shoulders.
Rachel did her best not to gasp audibly. Brenda's hand's felt amazing. Her small hands worked Rachel's shoulders and moved down her back. Rachel was definitely flustered, her face turning red and her breath short.
Brenda felt that this massage could be better. "Let's take this to the guest room." She ushered Rachel upstairs and got her shirt off. "Lie on your stomach."
Rachel did as she was told. Brenda straddled her, her legs on either side of Rachel's hips and she began to rub her back vigorously.
Rachel couldn't contain herself and began to grunt as Brenda worked up and down. "There you go, just let it out." If Brenda knew the affect she was having on Rachel, she didn't show it. She rolled Rachel onto her back and began to massage the front of her shoulders.
Rachel was wearing a very pretty bra. It was black and lacy. She also had very swollen nipples.
Brenda started to massage Rachel's calves. Now she was just torturing Rachel. "They're so tight," Brenda commented as she rubbed her. Rachel was about to explode. The woman she had been lusting after since the moment the met, the married boss of her best friend no less, had been rubbing her hands all over her body, everywhere except for the places she desperately wanted to be touched. Rachel started breathing heavily and a single groan escaped her lips.
Brenda knew that sound anywhere. When she gently moved her hands towards Rachel's knee, she could feel the woman trembling beneath her. Brenda hadn't thought about being with another woman before, but this woman was absolutely gorgeous and definitely into her.
She whispered into Rachel's ear. "Can you be quiet?"
Atlanta, GA
Joyce finished out the dinner, not letting on that anything was wrong, but she needed a change of plans. She needed to secure her future and Mike was not going to be the one to get it done, but he didn't need to know that yet. She would keep him until she could upgrade.
Los Angeles
Sharon's House
"I've never had a pineapple meringue before."
"What do you think?"
"It's great. Its balance of sweet and tart is perfect for the meringue."
Bobby smiled. He loved his life now, and he was so glad to be permanently removed from Atlanta, and all the baggage he left behind.
After dessert, the went into the living room. It was the perfect time for music. Bobby put on the Doors, the perfect backdrop. They began making out like teenagers.
The Howard House
Brenda locked the door and slowly approached. She swiftly slipped her hands up Rachel's thigh.
Rachel bit down on her lip, ensuring she wouldn't make a sound as Brenda managed to get her panties off and her skirt hiked out of the way. Her lips crashed into Rachel's, aggressively taking control as she used her hands to poke and prod Rachel's mound.
She wriggled and writhed as Brenda found her way inside. Her fingers moved quickly and diligently. She wanted Rachel to come for her, quickly. She could tell this woman was ready to explode and Brenda wanted to give it to her. Rachel's eyes got huge as Brenda found her sensitive nub and began to rub it furiously with her thumb. Her other two fingers were deep inside, causing Rachel to buck against them.
Rachel bit down on Brenda's shoulder, fighting the urge to scream loudly. Finally, she completely let go, having the most intense orgasm she had in a long time and collapsing onto the bed.
Brenda smirked, quite happy with her work, leaving the younger woman flustered and shaking on the bed. Brenda gave her a tender kiss, and said "I'll meet you downstairs." Brenda washed her hands and headed back to her husband like nothing happened.
Sharon's House
Bobby picked Sharon up and carried her into the bedroom.
He gently set her on the bed and began to slowly undress her. He kissed her gently, and she began to strip him. They sank under the sheets and began to enjoy each other, slowly kissing and touching each other all over. They had all night and Bobby wanted this to take all night. His lips and teeth made their way down her neck, across her shoulders, down to her chest, stomach, legs, toes and up to her back.
His lips found the nape of her neck and his hands began to rub her stomach, slowly making his way towards her breasts. She gasped as his hands began to knead her. He had become an expert with her body. He worked her slowly, building up tension as he kissed and rubbed her body
Eventually, she had enough of his teasing, and he flipped her onto her back. He slowly, kissed his way down her flesh and began to devour her.
Her head leaned back, and her eyes rolled as she gasped and screamed. She got louder and louder as she got closer, and when she was on the edge, he teased her for a few minutes. She wriggled and writhed beneath him, desperate for a release. He smiled as he plunged his fingers into her curling them so they caressed her g-spot, and he rubbed her until she came hard, crashing into her pillow like lightning from a thundercloud. She tightened around his fingers and squealed.
He kissed her gently, quite content with his work.
The Howard House
Brenda had quite a grin on her face.
"What are you so chipper about?"
Brenda kissed him gently. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Fritz was intrigued. He put down his book, and his hands found his wife's hips. He pulled her onto his lap. "Actually, I would."
"Let's just say that Rachel really liked her massage."
It took Fritz a minute to get her meaning. "You little slut."
Brenda grinned. She knew Fritz was jealous. Rachel was quite a fox.
She kissed his neck. "You can be next."