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peeked out from under her robe as she stood on her tiptoes sipping the gravy and smacking her full pink lips. She put the spoon in the spoon rest on the counter and came over to welcome me. She stood up on her delicate painted tiptoes and threw her arms over my broad shoulders and gave me a squeeze. I could feel her supple full breasts press against my pectorals as she hugged me. I could tell she was completely naked under her robe, as I removed my hands from her hips and felt an all-too-familiar swelling in my pants. I quickly averted the attention from me to the wine to avoid detection. Her amazing scent lingered on my hands and face from where she had touched me with her cheek and kimono. I was burning for her.
    “I really want to thank you guys for inviting me,” I said honestly. “I feel honored.”
    “We’re glad to have you,” Serina said. “I hope you like my cooking. Pat always says I feed her too much, but I love to eat so I’m always cooking.”
    “You can feed me anytime,” I offered. “If it tastes as good as it smells, we’re going to get along just fine!”
    * * * *
    We sat in the living room on the floor in front of the television and fireplace, slurping our spaghetti and sipping red wine. Casablanca played on the large flat-screen. It had been a very long time indeed since I had watched the classic movie. Although I was preoccupied with Serina and kept wishing I was Pat tonight, I kept my cool by enjoying the food and fire.
    “What did you think?” Serina asked about her cooking.
    “It amazing,” I said.
    “Her tits, or her meatballs?” Pat joked.
    “I guess I have been staring a little too much, huh?” I blushed.
    “Well, your face is so red, you look like a twelve-year-old who got his first hand job under the bleachers.” Pat laughed.
    “Yeah, I’m sorry.” I looked away.
    “No, no,” Serina said. “What good is having a nice body if nobody pays attention to it?”
    “Agreed,” Pat said, caressing Serina’s silky thigh through the robe. “But I always pay attention, don’t I, honey?”
    She leaned forward, planting a soft, warm kiss square on Serina’s lips. The lingering contact left me dying for more.
    “You guys had better stop that or you’re going to make me horny,” I joked.
    “Isn’t that the whole idea?” Pat asked. “It’s the best feeling in the world, no?”
    “It’s not fair,” I joked. “You have Serina. I’m solo.”
    “Well, we might have to fix that for you,” Serina added.
    I couldn’t tell if she meant to fix me up with someone or if she wanted me. The anticipation was driving me crazy.
    After dinner, Pat brought in the pastries with some Sambuca. She said she liked the Sicilian liquor after a good Italian meal. She said it made her feel like an actual Italian. While we sat sipping Sambuca and eating the succulent pastries, Pat reached into a drawer and pulled out a very old wooden cigar box. To my added surprise and much to my delight, she pulled out a joint. I could barely believe my eyes when she lit it up and offered it to me. I was already buzzed from the wine and liquor but I figured, what the hell? When in Patricia’s version of Rome—
    “You cool, Cody?” she asked.
    “Yeah, hell yeah!” I said. “It’s been a while but I enjoy a good smoke now and again.”
    “We try to make it a one-night-per-week habit. Only on Wednesdays after pasta,” Serina added.
    “Well, what the hell? I’m game,” I smiled.
    If I was tortured and threatened with death, I could not tell what led us to the next sequence of events. Serina and Patricia began making out right in front of the fireplace while I sat on the floor just inches away from them. I had a weird flashback of Karen and Renee in the woods when I was a kid, passing the peppermint Life Saver. Patricia slowly and passionately kissed Serina on the mouth, then on the chin, then on her statuesque neck. Serina let her head fall back, her hair touching the soles of her feet as she sat