just…” She beat her pil ow a little with her fist, forcing it into a new shape.
“I see. Wel , I slept great!” I laughed, and she starting trying to force my head into a new shape with her fist.
“You wanna get drunk tonight?” she asked when we final y settled down.
“Hel , yes. You?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
There was a knock at the door, and Mimi poked her towel-covered head in. “Is this a private session, or can a non-lesbian get into this bed?”
she cal ed.
We waved her in, and she vaulted from the floor to the bed and landed on top of both of us.
“What are we doing in here, ladies? Foreplay or just going for it?” she asked.
“Please say foreplay,” a male voice said from the now-open door. We rol ed over to see the men in the doorway, different versions of the same
oh-my-goodness-girls-in-bed-together look on their faces.
“Oh, get over yourselves. Like we’d ever need a guy to tel us whether we needed foreplay or not.” Sophia giggled, kicking a foot in the air and
waving at them from over my shoulder. They shifted their weight from one foot to the other and cleared their throats. So predictable.
“We’re planning on getting drunk tonight. You boys up for it?” Mimi yel ed. Even though no alcohol was currently present in her system, Drunky
Mimi’s volume level was already making an encore appearance.
“Done and done,” Ryan answered, giving us a weird little salute that made us giggle even harder.
“Now run away, boys, and let us have our girl time,” Sophia tossed over her shoulder, lifting my robe a little and giving my ass a quick smack. I
squealed and tried to cover myself, but it was too late.
“Dude. Leopard print,” Neil whispered to Simon in the kind of whisper that’s actual y louder than just speaking.
“I know, I know,” Simon countered, then drew his hand down his face as though he were trying to physical y remove the image from his brain.
Simon liked animal prints. Duly noted.
“Come on, guys. The ladies have requested a little alone time, so let’s leave them to it.” Ryan tugged them out into the hal way and closed the
door behind them with a wink that made Mimi’s entire neck turn bright red. Sophia examined her fingernails.
I was real y going to have fun with these two tonight.
“Where the hel did you learn to cook like this? Jesus, this is good!” Neil exclaimed, taking his third helping of pael a from the giant pan in the
center of the table.
“Thank you, Neil.” I laughed as he dug into another pile of rice.
Simon nodded toward my wine glass, and I nodded back.
I’d thought about making a quick version of pael a when I saw al the wonderful seafood on sale at the local market, and when I saw their
special on Spanish Rosé and Cava, my plans came together. We’d started in on the Cava while prepping in the kitchen. The sparkling Spanish
wine went perfectly with the wedge of Manchego I’d picked up, as wel as the little salty olives. Once again, Simon was my helper, and we moved
together in the kitchen. The other four settled on bar stools across from us while we cooked, someone popped an old Otis Redding record on the
ancient turntable, and we were in business.
The wine flowed as freely as the conversation, and I could tel this had the potential to become a tight-knit group. Similar interests, similar
senses of humor, but everything just different enough to keep it lively.
Speaking of lively, as the alcohol was inhaled, the wal s came down. Mimi and Sophia were barely hiding their misplaced interests anymore.
Not that the boys were minding. In fact, they were encouraging it. Ryan currently examined Mimi’s foot for what she insisted was a spider bite. The
fact that he’d been inspecting it for several minutes, and that said inspection included a calf massage did not escape my attention, or Simon’s.
He grinned and motioned for me to move closer. I slid across the bench and inclined my head to his. He put his mouth next to my ear, and I
inhaled. Wine, heat, and actual sex ran straight up my nostrils and invaded my brain, turning everything a bit fuzzy.
“How long before they kiss?” he whispered, his mouth so close I swear I felt lips brush my ear.
“What?” I asked, beginning to giggle the way I did when I’d had a little too much to drink and a little too much sexy dangled in front of me.
“How long? You know, before they kiss the wrong person?” he asked as I turned to look into his eyes.
Those eyes, oh, those eyes were now cal ing to me.
“You mean the right person?” I whispered.
“Yeah, the right person,” he answered, scooting a little closer on the bench.