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.
