This is a new updated version of a story I had posted here a few years ago under the name "Rachel Picabia" (it's written from a female perspective). I think it was Laurel's favourite of all my stories, so here it is again...
Alex Tzara
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My best friend Cat (an unrepentant flame-haired flirt) has invited herself and Shane over to the flat to sample Bernardo's fine culinary skills. Nothing wrong with that, is there? My Italian Stallion hubby just happens to be a master in the kitchen and, if there's one thing Catriona loves (other than the tongue of some bright-eyed eager-to-please young skater-punk), it's a nice Italian meal. Especially when it's free. I guess that must be why she was so keen to spend the evening chez Abby and Bernardo - excellent food and the chance to show off her new blond goateed toyboy. Yes, I'm sure it was nothingto do with the fact that last night I got a little tipsy on our girls' night out and spilled the beans about the dirty videos Bernardo and I have been making together.
Cat wasn't at all shocked by this revelation. In fact, to tell you the truth, she seemed quite turned on by the idea.
"Maybe we should do a porno together," she said, giggling out loud. "Me, you, Shane and Bernardo. Could be my big break into showbiz. I always KNEW I'd be a star one day." She threw me a silly glamour-girl pose, shaking her tumbling red hair from side to side and pouting over her shoulder at me with those glossy pink lips.
I could feel my face flush, as I looked around the bar, convinced people were listening in to our conversation. "Oh, yeah," I said, 'Like I'm going to let a hussy like YOU anywhere near my husband!"
"Hey!" She thumped me playfully on the arm and grinned.
So, here we are - the four of us - enjoying a quiet night in together. The plan: have a nice meal, drink a little wine, watch videos and just generally have a bit of a giggle. Bernardo is through taking care of the spaghetti. Cat and Shane are sprawled together on the couch.
"Why don't you pick out a video?" I say, refilling Cat's glass with red wine. I nod over at the fifty or so tapes stacked along the wall.
Shane chuckles. "Yeah, Catriona told me the kind of video's you like."
"SHANE!" Cat puts a finger to her lips. "Ssssssh!."
I glower down at my redhead pal and then turn to Shane. He smiles and strokes his blond goatee like some villainous modern-day Fu Manchu.
I can feel my cheeks burning up with embarrassment. "Well, Catriona shouldn't be telling you stuff like that. Not if she wants to keep her friends."
Catriona smiles, a little sheepishly. "Don't be mad, Abby. This boy has ways of making me talk. Just two minutes of his turbo-tongue special and I was singing like a canary." She tugs the end of his pointed little beard. "And, that thing tickles, by the way!"
I clamp my hands over my ears. "La la la la. Too much information!"
"Promise I won't be a bad girl ever again," says Cat, giving me her puppy-dog look. "Do you forgive me, baby?"
I'm already heading towards the kitchen door. "I'll think about it."
She arches her eyebrow and smirks. "And, where do you think you're off to, young lady? "
"I've got a hot date with a mysterious Italian."
"Made you an offer you can't refuse, did he?"
"You two behave while I'm gone."
In the kitchen I pinch my husband's cute bum through his jeans and kiss him on the cheek.
"Try this sauce," he says, as he pours the pasta shells into the pan of bubbling water and adds a little salt to the large pot of bolognese. He's finally managed to sweet-talk his mother out of her secret recipe and the smell is wonderful.
I dip a finger into the warm red liquid and run my tongue over it. "Mmmn, delicious."
"So are you," he says, grinning, as he brushes his fingers through my hair. He kisses me full on the rosy lips and gently squeezes my breast through the thin material of my blouse. I can feel my nipple harden to his touch.
"So, do you fancy a quickie before dinner?" I giggle, only half-joking. I've had three glasses of wine and my inhibitions are already drifting away from me like the steam rising above the cooker.
Bernardo's raises an eyebrow. He's got that devilish little smirk that drives me wild. I feel his hand brush up the inside of my thighs. Tickling over the smooth, bare skin. I shiver. The pupils have grown huge in his hazel eyes.
Drawing my mini-skirt up with one hand, Bernardo uses the other to follow the shape of my pussy through my black silk panties. Rubbing the soft material back and forth against me. This feels sooooluxurious and I'm soon groaning my approval. "Hmn. Send my compliments to the chef," I whisper.
Bernardo pulls the damp silk to one side and tickles his fingers through my pubic hair.
I allow my legs to open wider as he nuzzles my neck, my whole body flushing. I know his caresses well - they drive me wild most nights - but there's an added buzz of excitement this evening. It's that same thrilling rush of blood through the system I've felt every time he's persuaded me to perform for the video.
I was camera-shy at first, of course. Too embarrassed to even bare my boobies for the lens. That didn't last long. Suppose I must have a major exhibitionist streak running through me, cause now I could give Jenna Jameson a run for her money as far as on-screen slutiness goes. I guess there was always a bad-girl trapped inside me, just waiting for an excuse to break out and go on the rampage.
I breathe in the smell of the bubbling bolognese, dark fantasies flooding my mind. What if someone sees me like this? What if Cat or... or... Shane wander into the kitchen for a glass of water?
Bernardo slips two fingers into my wetness, moving them slowly in and out. His thumb softly circles the hood of my clit. Teasing me. Not quite touching. I love how his fingers feel inside me. Thrusting. Stroking upwards. That spot. The spot that gets me hot.
I imagine the neighbours peering in at us through the steamed up window. I think the site of me with my skirt hiked up, getting finger-fucked up against the cooker might actually render Mrs. Gray speechless for once in her life! I giggle at this thought but the giggle soon becomes a moan. This is nice. I can see us reflected there in the window. The movement of his hand. I'm just getting into the rhythm of his strokes when he pulls his two slippery fingers out of me and sucks them into his mouth.
"Mmmn, delicious," he says, a cheeky grin spreading across his dark face, as he enjoys my feminine flavour. He turns me around so that I'm facing the window and pushes my tight skirt up over the cheeks of my arse. Hearing Bernardo unzip himself, I lean forward against the sink and thrust my bottom backwards so that he can enter me from behind. He doesn't even bother to pull my knickers down - just pushes the soggy material to one side and easily thrusts his thick cock into me. I can feel it inside me, slipping messily in and out . I push my hand down the front of my panties to rub my clitoris and squeeze my muscles tightly around him .
I can't believe we're doing this. Catriona and Shane are just through that door there, and my husband's fucking me hard against the kitchen sink.
"Hmmmmn," I groan. 'I'm... I'm... I think I'm... oh, God. Yessss!' I can barely muffle my squeal as Bernardo grabs hold of both hips, grinds himself hard against my buttocks and ejaculates deep inside.
While he zips himself back up and begins serving up the spaghetti, I hurriedly sort out my panties and skirt and grab another bottle of wine. My legs are trembling and I can feel Bernardo's warm milky love trickling between my thighs. My body is flushed and glowing all over and I'm feeling so incredibly horny that I could explode. I wouldn't mind another frantic fuck session, right now on the cold floor or maybe over there on the kitchen table, but I'm starting to worry about our guests. They must be wondering where we've got to.
Sticking the bottle under my arm, I grab two of the steaming plates and follow Bernardo through to the sitting room, feeling hot and flustered.
As soon as he pushes the door open, all my fears evaporate. My best friend and her young blond lover are far too busy enjoying our home video efforts to be interested in whatever we've been up to in the kitchen. The shaky footage of me thrashing about in the back garden was obviously too much for them and they were unable to contain themselves any longer. Cat is now on all fours on the carpet, staring at the TV screen with her skirt hiked up around her waist, her pale white buttocks wobbling as Shane furiously hammers his cock into her from behind.
There on the video, I'm spread-eagled in the garden, muddy legs thrashing about in the wet grass as I run a black vibrator over my glistening labia and clit.
The pair are so engrossed in this brazen image that they haven't even noticed we're back in the room and are now standing, gawping, behind them. The bottle of wine drops from beneath my arm. CRASSSSH!!! Shattered glass and red liquid all over the carpet. Catriona and Shane slowly turn their shocked faces towards us. The four of us stare at each other in stunned silence.