All characters are 18+. Quick bit of info just to clarify:
Miranda= Randa
Elizabeth= Emily
Evelyn= Eve
This story idea was thought of/requested by Lgcockprof. Thanks Lgcockprof for all of your help and inspiring me to write this! :)
It's early morning; the sunrise is painting the sky in beautiful colors. I hear my taxi driving off as I wobble up my sidewalk, my balance and vision impaired. Whew, what a night! But I can't wait to curl up in my bed, snuggle in my covers, and fall asleep! Hell, I'll probably sleep until tomorrow! It's so good to be home.
Reality hits me, sobering me up as my heart begins beating rapidly; my stomach drops more and more with each step I take towards my door. How will Rick take this? I hope he doesn't get mad. I mean, really, how was I supposed to know that my crazy cousin Randa would be hiring a striper? However, my gut told me that I knew that excuse wouldn't work because even if I didn't know, while true, I could have at least called Rick to make sure he knew what was going on. Still though, even if I get in trouble...that was the most fun I've had with my friends in months! I think about the 'Girls' Night" at Miranda's house. Oh god, it had been so fun! And that boy, Miguel, mm. He tasted so good. I lick my lips, thinking of the countless body shots we had taken off his chiseled abs. He was an absolute piece of art!
I fumble with my keys, trying to single out the correct latchkey, but then I hear heavy footsteps coming to the door. Shit, that can't be good if he's in the living room already. He either slept on the couch waiting for me to come home, never went to bed, or went to bed and woke up early because I was still out. Yep, I'm in trouble. He yanks the door open before I can successfully put my key into the lock. I try to look as submissive as I can. I can feel the tension ease just a bit as he looks at me.
"Where have you been all night?! It's 5:30 in the morning; you were supposed to be home hours ago!" Okay, his tone is at least more along the lines of being frustrated at being worried and not angry. I can work with him, being the caring man he is.
"I know, sweetheart, you are right. If you let me come inside, I will be happy to tell you all about last night. I can make us some coffee if that would help." I offer a small smile as I slide my hand up to his face. "You didn't have to, but thank you for waiting up for me. You're so good to me." I feel him start to relax as he huffs out a breath of frustration. I walk past him, heading for the couch. "Want to hear something interesting?" He perks up a bit, letting me know that he wants me to continue. "Miranda hired a stripper last night."
"Oh really? Were you good?" I hung my head and shook my head.
"No... He picked me to dance on, and then things became carried away quickly. Do you still want to hear about it?" I ask shyly. I know that he wouldn't leave me over last night, considering that we have an open relationship... but I know that I should have checked in before everything happened.
"Well, in that case, instead of coffee, you better give me a backrub while you tell me everything. If I find out that you left any details out, you'll be in trouble even more." I slide behind him, my legs on each side of him, while I start to rub his shoulders. "I'm too old to be sleeping on the couch waiting all night for you." At least his tone is a tad playful. I love this man. I give him a small kiss on the head, then take a deep breath, bracing myself to face my husband and tell him what happened last night.
***The previous night***
Damn, I'm running late! I open my phone to send a message in our group chat that I'll be there in about 30 more minutes. Maybe the three bottles of Moscato will be an acceptable offering for being late. Shoving the phone back in my purse, I head to grab the pizza when a call comes through my car.
"Hey 'Randa! Before you ask, yes, I am actually on the way, and might I say that you are truly the best cousin?"
"Emily, I swear you're going to be late for your own funeral." The way her tone is, I know she must be smiling. However, the rest of the ladies are in the background making various comments and telling me to hurry up. "Do you hear them? Put some pedal to the medal so we can all eat; I can't hold the mob back for much longer!"
"I'm coming! I'm coming! Just tell them that I'm bringing food and extra alcohol. That should help buy some time." I playfully reply. Miranda tells me to hurry up but be safe as she gets off the phone. Thankfully the Pizza Palaca has a drive-through window, or they'd hassle me for taking 'longer' to get out, grab the pizza, and head on. Our friend group has been through a lot over the years, and with Evelyn recently breaking up with her boyfriend of three years, we all really needed tonight.
When I show up, all four ladies pile out of the house and help to grab the food and alcohol. Once inside, Miranda mentions that she has to step away and make a call. None of us think anything about it as we continue to eat and relax. About an hour passes when we hear a knock on the door. Confused looks are shared between us as Miranda quickly jumps up to answer the door, giggling to herself. When she opens the door, a young man dressed as a firefighter walks in as Miranda closes the door. What the hell is going on?