Thanksgiving dinner

The Pretty Brunette was absolutely giddy walking up the path to my front door. After months of dating, she had never been to my place. Apparently she had ignored that red flag. She thought I was taking our relationship to the next level.

We opened the door to Ross sitting on the couch with his date. I introduced him to the Pretty Brunette, and he introduced me to this long legged, light haired fox. Fuck me. No way there was a girl this hot from our hometown that I didn’t know about. I had to give her a hug and feel her soft chest against me.

I asked, “What’s your name again? How do I not remember you?”

“My name is Rachel. And you don’t remember me because we’ve never met. Probably because I’m younger than you, and the older, wiser girls told me to stay away from you.” She laughed and turned to my date. “No offense. I’m sure he’s a nice guy now, but he had quite the reputation in high school.”

I laughed, “Everything you’ve heard isn’t true. Except for that one thing. That is very true. She can confirm.” I squeezed the Pretty Brunette and let her away to tour the house.

I introduced the Pretty Brunette to Chandler who was cooking in the kitchen. He looked disappointed to see I only had one girl. She asked, “So you’re the single roommate? It’s your lucky day! My cousin is actually on her way to join us for dinner. You’re going to love her! I hope you like blondes.”

Chandler replied, “That’s great news. You want a margarita? I’ve made a huge batch from scratch.”

So Chandler passed out some drinks, and we chatted in the living room with Ross and his date while he finished prepping. At one point, the Pretty Brunette whispered in my ear, “Where’s your room? I want you to fuck me before dinner.”

Before I could lead her to my room, there was a knock at the door. Legs For Days had arrived. She had changed from her lunch outfit, and switched up her hair and makeup. She looked fucking sexy. I was used to seeing her in raggedy pajamas and no makeup in the middle of the night. I had never seen her so done up, and it was tough not to comment on her cleavage. I was a little jealous she wasn’t there for me.

Chandler was ecstatic to be set up with such a hottie. Even though I knew he wasn’t her type, Legs For Days seemed to click with him. In the kitchen, Chandler asked, “Anyone want to smoke before dinner?”

The Pretty Brunette asked, “Like weed? Eww no.” She turned to me. “I hope you don’t do that.”

I feinted disgust. “No way. I even hate the smell. Only tequila me.” Fuck. I really wanted to smoke. I knew how much better this dinner would taste after a few hits. Maybe I could sneak some later.

Legs For Days said, “Hell yeah. I’ll smoke with you.”

Chandler smiled, “Sweet. Let’s go to the basement so we don’t offend Joey’s sensitive nose.” They went to the basement, and Legs For Days silently mocked a laugh at me as they went down the stairs.

We finished setting the table. We had filled our plates by the time Chandler and Legs For Days came giggling up the stairs. Her hand gripped his upper arm. They seemed to have gotten comfortable together. They sat at the table and we dug in to our meal.

Rachel said, “I can’t believe you made all this Chandler! Nothing sexier than a man who can cook.”

The Pretty Brunette added, “I’m more impressed with these margaritas. If I have another, Joey might get lucky tonight.”

Rachel laughed, “These are good, but I don’t know if Ross is that lucky.”

I asked, “You guys haven’t done it yet?” I knew they hadn’t. I just wanted to poke at Ross.

Her pale face turned bright red, “No. Ross is even sleeping on the couch, while I get his bed. He’s such a gentleman.”

“That’s so sweet,” the Pretty Brunette said. “We waited so long before having sex. I made sure Joey was with me for the right reasons, and it’s made our relationship that much stronger.”

Legs For Days giggled. She put a napkin up to hide her face but couldn’t stop. Her laughter made Chandler laugh, which made Ross and Rachel laugh. I sort of felt bad for the Pretty Brunette, but not really. I poured us another drink.

Legs For Days apologized, “Sorry I was just laughing because they’ve come a long way since not having sex. I walked in on something I shouldn’t have today.”

Ross laughed, “You’re not the first person to walk in on Joey having sex. I was his roommate in college, and he never locked the door.”

“If the door was closed, that was my signal that I was busy.” I replied. “You just wanted to see my hog in action. Don’t lie.”

“He loves talking about his dick,” Chandler advised Legs For Days.

She smiled at me, “In my experience, guys who have a big dick. Don’t have to tell you they have a big dick.”

Pretty Brunette defended me, “She’s just making jokes. She obviously knows he has a big penis since she’s seen it.”

Rachel said, “Maybe I do need more tequila if we’re going to be talking about penis sizes.”

After dinner, the Pretty Brunette suggested, “Our family has a tradition of playing games after dinner. Do you want to play a game?”