Groucho/me, “Would there be linguine with wine?”
Susan in her own ironic voice, “I bet ‘Red’ could make me whine, with her linguine, if she knows how to use her noodle.”
I took a moment to make sure that I got the ‘gist’ of the double entendre, then cautiously, as my own self, inquired, “What about the Man–icotti your marinara’d to?”
“What? Doesn’t a person sometimes want to go out for a pizza . . ass, once in awhile? I mean, bread-sticks are fine, but sometimes I think I might like to try . . . uh, calamari? Some dish that’s a bit squirmy and covered with fragrant oil. Or maybe, clams she food, if you catch my drift.” Susie is looking me in the eye. She knew what she was saying, she understood the real underlying meaning our innuendos were implying and she was communicating back to me that she got it.
S H I T! She was letting me know that she was aware that Shannon had the hots for her and she might be willing to take her up on the offer. Damn! Great moms think alike . . . L O L! That worked out well. I was halfway into mom Danni’s panties. I nodded to Susie. She put the ripe tomato to her mouth and bit the bright round veg; juices ran down her chin, it was a sensual declaration of her readiness to get messy. Christ that was a turn on for me too!
I stepped up and kissed her with all the goo still on her lips. I hugged her and whispered in her ear, ‘I’ll make sure your appetite for ‘she’ food gets to the gal who cooked up this whole thing. She looked surprised at my bold move, but didn’t pull back, rather let her breath fill her chest and pressed her breasts against my torso instead.
She gave me a quick peck back. “Ask your dad about my herbs sometime,” she sighed, “no more weed.” as her hand swept the air, indicating her little garden. I wondered about her enigmatic response to me. What that was about? But now was not the time to be tempted by a tangent. I left to clean up and go over to the double mom’s residence. Susie – saucy spaghetti – was ready to be eaten!
When I got to mom Danni’s and mother Shannon’s, they had ordered in pizza and had a cold six-pack out on the table. They had gotten three big pies, what wasn’t eaten was frozen for later and always came out crisper from the toaster oven than when delivered, or if picked up even. That’s why they always ordered extra. Shannon liked beer better than Danni, who was more of a white or rose’ wine lover. It was just coincidence that they had pizza, but my thoughts went to how I could get Shannon alone to mention the progress with Susie. We polished off nearly half the pasta and all of the beer. This prompted Shannon to remark they were out of her ‘Bud’s-suds’ and there was just time to get to the package store for another 12-pack. Danni said she had some work to do on her laptop. Shannon asked if I wanted to go for a ride. Perfect!
I gave a short review of gabbing in the garden with Sue, and Shannon was pleased that things were humming along. When she had gotten a ‘date’ with Susan, she would then engineer the tryst with me and Danni. She saw my eagerness and the disappointment at waiting, in my expression. She patted my knee, and then ran her hand up to my crotch. Thank God I wasn’t the one driving! She assured me that she did have a plan, and that I might get a preview of what my assignation with Danni might be like if I could come up with a computer cam. I told her I had a good friend who could loan me his when I needed it.