Risotto

You and your girlfriend had made the risotto together when she had gotten back from class, Stacy had asked that you wait so that you could both make it together otherwise you would have liked to have surprised her when she walked through the doors to find that you'd already made it; but she had insisted so you begrudgingly obliged.

Sitting aside one another at the dining room table you both went over your day, trying to drown out thoughts of Nova who was still fresh in your mind. Your girlfriend had gone first, explaining that the morning had been relatively quiet with her just going over some basic stretching exercises as well as a few test laps around the pool, mentioning that the coach had been a bit more attentive today given yesterdays 'accident' which you figured was a little too late to matter in your own mind. Just as you were beginning to forget all about that hulking African bully, your girlfriend mentioned the dreaded name - like a passing of 'Voldemort' through tongue and teeth, you feared the very mention of Nova Pink might summoner her there and then.

Apparently she had skipped out on the morning class which according to your girlfriend; the coach says Nova does this frequently but he never calls her out on it on account of her performance every tryout. 'Why chew her out when results are what matter' is her paraphrasing his rationale. At any rate; your new worst nightmare had been cordial and an all around above-board friend in Stacy's own words; and their chit-chats by the pool had lead to Stacy getting the, in your own opinion, horrendous idea to invite her around for dinner next Friday night.

"She plays in an experimental hard rock band!" Your girlfriend giddily recounted. "She said her band are planning on playing at the students union bar sometime soon! She said she'll play the 'skin flute' but honestly I just can't see hard rock meshing that well with a silly instrument like a flute!" Your girlfriend giggled obnoxiously at the idea. Although you were looking at her lips and could see them forming words, your brain was still locked in a prison repeating her earlier statement over and over again.

"I've invited Nova over for dinner" "_Next_ Friday" "Maybe I'll make us steaks?" "Should we pick out a movie?"

"Honey?" You snap back to reality realizing that you'd just been focusing in on a blemish on the dining tables surface whilst she had been talking, and you'd probably missed a question by the sounds of things.

"Why did you just invite her over without asking me first?" You say out of the blue, your annoyed and angered tone completely steamrolling her once perky mood flat into the ground. "I really don't like her Stacy, she's rude and she said... Earlier on when I was out buying the eggplant... Ahh forget it, I just don't like her." Hearing this your girlfriends face dropped, all prior enthusiasm lost.

"Now Alex, I don't think that's fair. She saved your life remember? The least we could do is thank her don't you think?" You wanted to scream at her, you wanted to shout that the bitch almost fucking killed you! But instead you just clench your fist around your fork hand and bite your tongue. You had to remember the potential consequences, did you really want to fuck about and find out? "Whatever she said - she did say it was only her joking around, she said so herself remember? If it was anything like what she said by the pool then it was obviously her joking, there was nothing malicious about it! Honestly Alex, what has gotten into you lately? Ever since the other day you've been acting strange." Her concerned face then shot up as she realized something. "Wait, you didn't stop taking your fertility medication did you?"

"What? No." You reassure her, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Because I hear there's side effects for coming off the medication, and I'm sure mood swings were one of those listed-"

"IT'S NOT THE FUCKING-" You stopped yourself mid yell when you realized you were shouting. "It's, It's not the pills, sorry sweetheart I didn't mean to yell." It was the first time you'd ever raised your voice in anger to her, in the two years that you'd been dating you'd never once even thought to resort to shouting - and her face said it all. She was shocked, sad - and much to your eternal regret; perhaps even a little fearful too.

"It's ok baby." She lay a comforting hand on your now trembling fork hand - you hadn't even noticed you were straining so tightly, loosening your fingers a little to release the fork onto the plate, you opened your hand up to see the reddened impression the utensil had left along your palm. "I know this isn't you, what with yesterday and therapy, I know this angry person isn't the real you, and I'll stay with you for as long as it takes for you to get better. I love you Alex." And with that she leaned in, leaving a loving kiss on the side of your cheek.

You could feel the waterworks coming now as you hugged her close to you, apologizing profusely as you sobbed into her neck. You felt like such a scum fuck bastard, such a loser - so much of a loser in fact that you almost agreed with Nova for a brief and weak moment. But that moment passed, along with a lot of the stresses that had built up ever since the move - getting it all out of your system in these few minutes was proving a more therapeutic measure than the whole hour you had with Mrs. Satō.

"I love you too." You affirmed, drying your tears as you both relinquished the hug to see that Stacy's own glistening eyes were also puffy and red. Both of you realizing this at the same time you couldn't help but laugh as you hugged again, hugging which lead to light kissing, then you felt Stacy's tongue brush again your bottom lip as she requested permission; opening your mouth was all the answer she needed as your tongues began to wrestle. Pulling her to you, you could feel her heavyset bosom press up against your flat chest, her bulging mammaries spilling out of her top as you deepened the kiss with her.

You both had made your makeout sessions into a sort of game; whoever gained dominance in the battle of tongues was the one who topped - which was usually you because Stacy much preferred being the bottom, but given your outburst you didn't want to be so presumptuous as to assume 'dominance' over her right now. Instead you let her take the lead as she slowly started gaining more and more control over the kiss; placing her hand around the back of your neck she lined you up as her wet and warm tongue prodded deeper and deeper into your mouth; exploring newer regions that sent your heart to thumping.

Placing a hand on your thigh she began to massage it as you kissed, progressing her reach further up the leg as you entwined. Finally making a move, Stacy cupped your package in one hand as your apparent hardness strained against her touch. Feeling her encapsulate your entire member; balls and all in the palm of her hand you moaned involuntarily into her mouth. You both hadn't had sex since you'd planned the move, and given you were having sex near enough every day before that; you were both understandably very pent up.

Pulling back from your engrossing swapping of saliva; Stacy just stared you down with her ravenous eyes. The look that spoke only 5 words; come and fuck me NOW.