Neveah was cooking, focused like a champion, racing to the finish as she juggled and timed her dishes. Meat off the heat, sauce to be warmed-- "Hey Babe! Can you keep Christa company while I burn this sauce? Just how you like it!"
Chuck had come in as his wife was finishing making the dinner. Neveah was an ace cook, and always loved to joke and play as she prepared her meals. That night she was having a laugh with her new bestie Christa.
They'd met only a few months ago, but Christa was everything that Neveah had been missing in a friend. Confident, funny as hell, and just the right kind of hot friend that augmented her own beauty and confidence. After just a few weeks, Neveah spent all her friend time with Christa, and even after a few months was still having a blast.
Just coming up from his workroom in the basement, Chuck dried his hands and discarded his hand towel as he stepped up alongside her best friend. Neveah riffed a take about a silly guy she had met at the store that day.
"So, he keeps bumping into me on every aisle, and I could swear I caught him staring at my..."
But Chuck wasn't really paying attention. He was all too glad to spend a minute with Christa. tall, statuesque, spunky and clever; Chuck had been growing a solid crush on Neveah's best friend since maybe the second time he ever saw her. Now she was over all the time, and Chuck just found himself continuously distracted by the thought of her hot, dirty personality, basically always.
It didn't even really make sense, he understood that. Neveah was beautiful, vivacious and fun, a wonderful and committed partner, a dedicated friend on the path of life, and oh my God, she can really cook: the perfect, loving wife for a fine, fit fellow like Chuck. But that was all up in the air now. For Chuck, Neveah was simply not in the same league as Christa. Impossibly sensual, perfectly dressed and impeccably made up, oozing sexuality soaks the room every time Christa walks in, seemingly the product of some spirit, magic or pheromone; an unstoppable force of raw sexuality. Chuck was smitten. For Neveah's poor husband, Christa was like a dark spell cast on the souls of men. And somehow, to his luck or misfortune, it seemed that Neveah couldn't even see it happening.
Leaning on the kitchen bar, Chuck let out a long, delayed laugh at his wife's self-deprecating story. The taste of the meal was already amazing in the air; delicious, rich and savory scents fill the kitchen as Chuck glanced at the tall, sensuous creature with whom his wife has been spending so much time. Christa. As always, he could hardly believe this dusky beauty was there, in the middle of his kitchen, in the very hearth of his home.
Christa glanced his way, flipping back her beautifully coiffed hair, and taking a surreptitious drag from her vape. Forbidden by the lady of the house, Christa had long ago been caught sneaking drags by Chuck, who politely declined to make a scene of it, then as now, and every time in between. Letting her ply her vice so close and right behind his wife's back felt like a discreet transgression shared with the violator, deniable to any but the devil herself. And he loved sharing that secret with her... so luscious to watch, making Chuck lascivious in his mind but gracefully innocent of the sin everywhere else but in his heart.
As always, Christa pulled hard at the little tube, letting just a wisp escape her nostrils between fervent drags, a knowing look on her face as she observed how her image affected him.
To her right, Chuck smiled knowingly, absorbing the show, ready for her playful wiles this time, having previously suffered a couple of embarrassing gaffes down under in reaction to her delicious little games. He could tell she liked to see the effect she had on him, but it had never gone further than playful glances and uncomfortable stances. As always, Chuck found himself with a sudden need to hide the below-the-belt effect Christa had on him from Nemo.
But this time, a devilish smirk played across Christa's perfectly painted lips. She locked eyes with Chuck as she drew at her vape, absorbing his heightened interest along with the thick, foggy vapor. In a playful moment of transgression, with a quick glance towards Neveah, Christa reached out and stuck the vape between his lips, bringing a finger to her own. "Sh." she whispers towards his ear, inaudible over the sizzling sounds of Neveah's well-planned cook.
Chuck froze, not sure, not prepared, and not ready for the long running game to change now, suddenly, on a whim and a dare.
Christa cocked an eyebrow at him as he dithered, then rolled her eyes before settling her gaze on his again, hitting his wavering conscience heavy and fast like a classic muscle car.
"Don't be a pussy.", she whispered.
Chuck inhaled.
Whatever cocktail of stimulants or psychoactives he had expected, this is not it.
His pulse quickens, heart races and blood races to his extremities, skin flush with sudden flow, already glowing a moment later as the substance reaches his receptors and... releases what can only be ALL of his endorphins, flooding his experience with dopamine even as his eyes are still locked into hers.
Her eyes burrow into his focus, transfixing him as the narcotic rush flows through his body. Her lips part just a little, evilly satisfied with what she's just done to him.
Chuck feels his whole body flush and a sudden sinful rush of blood floods his loins causing his nether regions to bulk and fill his suddenly tightening jeans with turgid flesh.
Suddenly rock hard, Chuck became aware that someone was talking to him. "Babe can you hand me the carrots please?" But he found himself unable to move. Christa stared into his eyes smirking as she gently let the sinewy vapor trail almost invisibly out of her nostrils. The corner of her lip snarled upwards, but it wasn't her speaking.
"Babe?" Christa said, imitating Neveah's pet name for him. "You going to slip that girl a root, or what? "
Neveah laughed and turned back towards her work as Chuck exhaled. His head swam, fuzzy as he tried to clear his vision. He found the carrots and brought them over to the cutting board near the stove. "About time! " Neveah said as Chuck staggered back to stand next to Christa once again. Her eyes watched his midsection. He came back sporting a prodigious tent.
Chuck watched as Christa inhaled again deeply, a much much longer pull than he had taken. Obviously she'd grown used to it but he couldn't fathom how. It was so strong. One tiny drag and the whole room was spinning for him. Chuck stepped up next to her, clutching the counter almost to stay upright.
She held the drag, smiling playfully into his face as he struggled to stay upright. "It's always nice to see you Chuck." She glanced down at his massively throbbing bulge. "I feel like I've only seen you just a few times but never so long as this. " The smoke lightly trailed out of the corner of her mouth like stygian sulfur as she spoke.
Then Christa leaned in, taking advantage of his dumfounded, open mouth to exhale fully and directly into his lungs, locking it in with a surprising and shockingly sensual kiss, and Neveah cooked, blind to it.
Baffled and drugged, Chuck let Christa carry on for a full 15 seconds as she french kissed him like an old lover, only opening her eyes at the end to glance over at Neveah. Just as she stepped back to turn towards them, Christa broke the kiss and stepped back, smiling friendly at Neveah as though nothing had happened. Neveah put her hands on her hips and grinned "I'm so glad to see you guys getting along so well. You both are awesome and important to me and it's great to know that we'll get along well enough to have nights like these more often.
Chuck stammered a little bit trying to hold in the vapor so as not to give his drugged state away.
Christa turned toward Neveah leaning forward over the counter to reach out and grab her by the hand. " These last few months have been amazing with you as a friend and I'm just glad we get to spend all this time together and that you are willing to share this wonderful guy with me... John? James? Wait, rhymes with... ah right, Chuck!"
The girls had a laugh but Chuck bent over coughing choking on the druggie miasma of Christa's vape as he sank down behind the kitchen island. The girls laughed even harder as he coughed and sputtered.
Neveah giggled "It's not that funny, hunny!"
Chuck looked up from the floor as Christa stared down at him. From this angle the beautiful massive tits that Chuck had come to adore and look forward to were that much more pronounced, and most incredibly he realized he could see up her skirt to the bare pussy hidden beneath.
Christa stepped forward and pinned his hand to the ground with precise pressure from her stiletto heel. Smiling down at him knowing that he could see her lady bits, Christa taunted him.
"Get up, Chuck."
Neveah came around the bar just as Christa removed her heel. "Babe are you okay?"
