"What are you doing this for?" Mark asked, playfully.
"What's the matter? Don't you like me? I'm your girl."
Mark looked away in shame. After a moment, he took her hand and moved it away from his face. It didn't matter how much he wanted it. It was wrong. Johnny was, and always would be, his best friend.
"Johnny's my best friend. All right, you're going to be married next month. Come on."
Lisa put down her wine, then grabbed Mark's face and beard, moving in closer than before.
"Forget about Johnny. This is between you...and me."
She stroked his beard over and over, harder and mores sensual with every consecutive pat. She let her fingers stray slightly over his mouth.
Mark grabbed her hand again, pushed her away.
"I don't think so." he said, making his way up from the couch. "I...I'm leaving now."
She grabbed him by his face and started stroking again.
"Please don't leave. Please don't leave!" she pleaded. "I need you. I love you. I don't want to get married anymore. I don't love Johnny. I dream about you...I need you to make love to me." She reached in to kiss him...
Mark backed away, took her hands and held them together.
"I don't think so."
He was going to go up to his apartment, jerk his mini-Mark and forget this ever happened.
"Everything is going to be fine. I promise."
Lisa stood, taking his hands and pulling him up. She took them both and wrapped them around her face. Despite his refutes, Mark didn't resist. She moved in...and their lips met. They kissed. Passion rippling through their groins.
Lisa moved off, took Mark by the hand and led him towards the stairs.
Moments later they were kissing on the stairs, Lisa propped up on the steps and Mark advancing hard. She felt his hand move up her leg and thigh. She began to unbutton his shirt. They kissed. She kissed his beard.
"Oh." Mark moaned.
She gently pushed off his shirt. Sleeve by sleeve. She ran her hand up and down his muscular chest. Then they kissed on the stairs with his shirt off.
"Oh, Lisa." Mark groaned.
She felt down his back, putting her hand down the back of his jeans. She kissed his neck and he kissed hers.
Then they started to dry hump on the stairs. Hard. He came within seconds.
***
When they had finished, Lisa adjusted her dress and looked over at Mark. They held hands silently. He sighed.
"God. Why did you do this to me?" he said, shaking his head. Lisa looked down at him sadly. He couldn't believe this had happened. "Why! Johnny's my best friend!"
"Didn't you enjoy it?" Lisa asked in disbelief.
"That's not the point."
"I love you Mark."
Mark looked away from her. Sometimes she could be dense as shit.
"Look, you're very attractive. All right, you're beautiful! But we can't do this anymore! I can't hurt Johnny."
Lisa nodded.
"I know, he's your best friend."
Johnny was Mark's best friend.
"Hey," Mark said, squeezing her hand. "This'll be our secret."
She reached in and kissed with a passion she hadn't felt for Johnny in years.
Of course, it wouldn't be their secret for long.
CHAPTER FOUR
Johnny pulled his white sedan into a park, directly in front of his favorite flower and gift store, Flowers & Gifts, it's neon 'open' sign glowing invitingly into the San Francisco day. Of course, for Johnny, flowers and gifts were often one and the same. He'd come here twice a week for the past five years, the entirety of his and Lisa's love affair, and he wasn't about to stop now. Johnny was nothing but kind to his girl.
He strode into the familiar gift store, flower pots and cheap pink greeting cards littered about. He locked onto the store keep whom he recognized instantly. Her hair styled in a short-lesbian cut, she wore a tan collared shirt and a stern expression.
"Hi" he greeted.
"Can I help you?" she replied, not looking up from her register.
Johnny strode past a woman browsing through cards and up to the counter.
"Yeah, can I have a dozen red roses please?"
The shop keep looked up.
"Oh hi Johnny, I didn't know it was you."
She rushed off to make his bouquet, and returned within seconds with his exact order.
This is why I come here so often! Johnny thought.
She handed him the flowers.
"Here you go!'
"That's me!"
"How much is it?"
"It'll be eighteen-dollars."
Johnny handed her a twenty.
"Here you go! Keep the change!"
He turned and pet the pug dog that was on the counter for some reason "Hi doggy!"
"You're my favorite customer." said the shop keep as Johnny exited the store.
"Thanks a lot! Bye!"
"Buh-bye!" she called back.
And with the flowers safely it tow, Johnny ran out to his car, excited to surprise Lisa with another gift.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Yeah, delivery." Lisa was on the phone with the Pizza Store. They say the fastest way to a man's heart is through his stomach, and this was most often true with Johnny. Certainly the fastest way to her heart was through her stomach, in that she enjoyed Johnny dry humping it.
"555-4828. Half Canadian bacon with pineapple, half artichoke with pesto and light on the cheese. Thanks." she hung up and placed the phone near their framed spoon pictures. This was Johnny's favorite pizza. It'd have to be, if her plan was to go...as planned.
No sooner had she turned around from the phone did a ringing come at the door. Johnny wasn't supposed to be home for a few minutes, who could it be?
"Who is it?" Lisa commanded.
"Denny!" came the cheery, if not creepy, reply.
She opened the door with a smile. He strolled in wearing a vomit-gray shirt, his boyish hair parted down the middle.
"Hi Denny, how are you doing?"
"I'm fine." he replied, holding open the door. "What's new?"
"Actually I'm really busy." she said, then realized she wasn't being much of a host and instantly added, "Do you want something to drink?"
Denny frowned.
"No thanks...I just want to talk to Johnny." he paused, looked Lisa up and down, then jumped back in faux-shock. "You look beautiful today! Can I kiss you!?" His smile radiated with perversion.
Lisa didn't know it of course, no one did, but Denny was high out of his mind. He had taken some drugs, hell, who was he kidding, a lot of drugs and couldn't help himself but to come on to Lisa. She was so beautiful.
"You are such a little brat!"
Denny shrugged. "I'm just kidding! I love you and Johnny."
"OK, OK. Johnny's going to be here any minute. You can wait if you want."
Denny had an appointment with a drug dealer, or he would have.
"Um, I got to go. You'll tell him I stopped by?"
Lisa nodded. "Of course I will."
Denny nodded too, then slithered back out the door, "Bye!"
"Bye, Denny."
And with that, Denny was gone.
***
Johnny pulled into the drive-way in his sedan. In between the flower store and his arrival home he had received some terrible news. He hoped the roses would help soften the blow.
He swung open the door. Lisa was on the couch, reading. She looked up as he entered and smiled, rushing towards him.
"Hi babe." he said, the flowers hidden behind his back, "These are for you." With pride smeared across his acid-burned face, he revealed the dozen red roses.
Lisa smiled a fake smile. She had tired of the roses years ago (it was one of the things that made Johnny so boring), but she kept on with the charade. At least for now.
"Thanks honey, they're beautiful!" she reached in and kissed him on his gravely cheek. He smiled.
"Did you get your promotion?"
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nbsp; Johnny's smile instantly vanished. This was the bad news.
"Nah." he said, and sat carefully on the couch.
Lisa grabbed a vase and inserted the flowers, sitting down on an adjacent couch. The sofa-seat was positioned directly in front of their television, entirely obscuring the view. Johnny preferred to read.
"You didn't get it, did you?" she asked delicately.
Johnny fumed.
"That son-of-a-bitch told me that I would get it within three months! I could have saved them bundles! They are crazy! I do not think I will ever get it! They betrayed me, they didn't keep their promise, they tricked me and I don't care anymore!"
If there was one thing that angered Johnny, it was betrayal.
"Did you tell them how much you'd save them?" Lisa asked.
"Of course! What do you have think! They have all ready put my ideas into practice! The bank saves money and they are using me and I am the fool."
"I still love you!" Lisa lied through her warming grin.
"You're the only one who does."
Lisa's warm face twisted into a sullen grimace, "At least you have friends. I didn't get any calls today."
Johnny listened thoughtfully.
"You're right, the computer buisness is too competitive."
Johnny simply stared. He was never one to say I told you so.
"Do you want me to order you a pizza?" Lisa asked.
"Whatever, I don't care."
"I all ready ordered a pizza!"
Johnny laughed, "Haha. You think about everything! Haha."
But Lisa could tell something was still bothering him. His laugh didn't carry with it the joy it usually did.
"What's the matter? You all right?"
Johnny sighed wordlessly.
"It's just a lousy promotion. You know what you need?"
Johnny looked up, expectingly.
"You need a drink." she finished.
"But I don't drink! You know that!" Johnny laughed. She must be joking. He had been sober for five years. Ever since what happened back in the home country.
Lisa smiled.
***
The pizza had arrived. So had the drinks. Despite Johnny's repeated denials, she knew she could get him to knock back a few, and here she was, two drinks of scotch in her hand, heading towards the couch where Johnny sat happily eating his half Canadian bacon with pineapple, half artichoke with pesto and light on the cheese pizza.
She put down one glass, then another, then poured straight up Vodka into both. Johnny watched her do it with a sense of detached worry.
Lisa grabbed her glass and handed Johnny his. He stared at it. Liquid death. The devil's seductive sauce. Could he do this? Could he go down this path again? After all that had happened last time...
"Don't worry about it. It's good for you." Lisa assured him.
Johnny put the drink down. "You must be crazy! I can't drink this!"
She put hers down too, than grabbed Johnny's and wrapped his hands back around it.
"If you'll love me, you'll drink this." she whispered seductively.
Well, he loved her. So what else could he do? He took a sip. He giggled as the golden fluid seared down his throat. "Hehe, you're right, it tastes good! Hehe."
"I know, I am right. Don't worry about those fuckers. You're a great man." Of course, this was a lie. Although Lisa did consider Johnny a great man, she also considered him a fucker. A boring fucker.
"Drink and let's have some fun!" she said, and clanked her glass to Johnny's. He smiled and shook his head, then downed another sip of the yellow poison.
***
Within minutes, they were both drunk and laughing. They stood together pounding down the shots, Johnny's tie wrapped drunkenly around Lisa's forehead. She fell onto a nearby couch and laughed as Johnny chugged. He finished his drink then carelessly dropped the glass, smashing it to pieces. They laughed.
Johnny grabbed at his hair. "You have nice legs, Lisa! Hahaha!"
You have nice pecs!" Lisa giggled.
"Hahahaha!" Johnny bellowed. "I'm tired, I'm wasted! I love you darling!"
Lisa grinned. "Come on, make love to me."
Johnny moaned tiredly. He was too drunk to say 'hi' to his 'doggy' tonight.
"Come on! You owe me one!" Lisa was referring to the fact that three days earlier she had masturbated him to the point of climax.
Johnny sighed and let Lisa pull him down onto the couch. She put his arm around her.
"I love you Lisa."
She laughed, "I love you, Johnny." Then tore open his shirt. "Haha!" Johnny chuckled. She pulled him close, and they began to devour each other's mouths. Johnny moaned softly.
They lit a bunch of candles. and spread rose pedals all over the bed. Johnny felt his throbbing, wrinkled sex grow in anticipation. She rubbed him with the rose, but dropped it as he kissed her.
He ripped off her dress, then grabbed the rose and picked off its peddles, one by one, dropping them gently over her body.
Lisa was very wet now.
He climbed on top of her, his penis sliding up and down her stomach.
"Oh...ohhh....OOHHHH" they both moaned.
He drove himself harder into her navel, his cock bouncing limply off her bulbous flab.
"YESSSS!!!!"
Johnny came all over his future wife's stomach. She looked down and smiled. That's how Lisa liked it...or at least, that's what she wanted him to think.
He rolled over and fell asleep at once.
CHAPTER SIX
"So I'm organizing a party, for Johnny's birthday. Can you come?" Lisa was once again meeting with her mother, and this time she was trying to steer the subject away from her marital issues. At least for the time being, anyways.
"When is it?" Claudette replied with enthusiasm.
"Next Friday at six. It's a surprise."
"Oh!"
"You can bring somebody, if you want."
Claudette hadn't had a date in years. She simply didn't trust people. "Oh sure, I'll come. But I don't know if I'll bring anybody."
Her admission of loneliness reminded her of a recent incident.
"Oh! That jerk Harold. He wants me to give a share of my house!"
Lisa took a patient sip of coffee. Here we go again.
"That house belongs to me!" she whined, "He has no right! I'm not giving him a penny. Who does he think he is?"
Lisa rolled her eyes. It had been like this since she was a girl. Her mother always had some complaint, some issue with someone and the stories usually fell on her.
"He's your brother!" Lisa pointed out.
"He's always bugging me about my house! Fifteen years ago, we agreed, that house belongs to me. Now the value of the house is going up and he's seeing dollar signs!" Claudette leaned back with her coffee mug in hand. She took a deep breath. Now was the time to tell her. "Everything goes wrong at once. Nobody wants to help me, and I'm dying!"
Lisa shook her head. Classic Mom-exagerations.
"You're not dying mom."
Claudette swallowed another sip, then said matter-of-factly "I got the results of the test back. I definitely have breast cancer."
"Look, don't worry about it, everything will be fine!" Lisa comforted, but now it was Claudette's turn to roll her eyes. Lisa might not take this seriously, but then again, Lisa wasn't the one dying with breast cancer.
"They're curing lots of people every day." Lisa added casually.
"I'm sure I'll be all right." Claudette agreed, and then quickly changed topics. "Oh! I hear Edward is talking about me! He is a hateful man." She shivered even just talking about it, "I'm so glad I divorced him!"
"Look don't worry about it." Lisa repeated, "You just concentrate on getting well."
"Well at least you have a good man!"
Lisa abruptly put down her cup. "You're wrong!" Her voice was full of disdain. "Mom, he's not what you think he is. He didn't get his promotion."
Claudette scowled. No promotion? But the men at the bank said he
would get it within three months!
Lisa continued. "And he got drunk last night. And he hit me." Those last words hit like breast cancer, but Claudette only had to think a moment to poke holes in the story.
"Johnny doesn't drink! What are you talking about?"
"He did last night. And I don't love him anymore."
Even if he had hit her, and even if she didn't love him anymore, it was Claudette's duty to remind her daughter that she was a woman, and that she could do very little on own.
"Johnny is your financial security. You can't afford to ignore this."
"Yeah, OK, Mom. Can't I just talk to you later?" she had had enough of this conversation. It was a bad idea bringing it up in the first place. She was going to do what she wanted to do, and that's it.
Claudette shrugged her shoulders , "You don't want to talk to me." she said with frustration.
"I just got done talking with a client and I have to get ready to meet him." She had just got off the phone talking with a man, and although he wasn't a client, she was getting ready to meet him. "Can I just talk to you later?"
Claudette gave up. "OK. I will see you later." she put down her coffee mug and went for the front door Before she left she made a little kiss and tapped Lisa on her nose. Even if sometimes they didn't get along, they were still mother and daughter. Lisa smiled. "Bye-bye!" She walked out and closed the door behind her.
And with that, Claudette was gone.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Michelle and Mike crept sexily into Lisa and Johnny's apartment. Tip-toping, Michelle carried a book in case they were caught. 'Just doing homework!' they would say. A flimsy excuse, sure, but an excuse none the less. You don't sneak into a friends house to have sex without a back-up plan. Mike carried a box of chocolate.
"How much time do we have?" Michelle asked, her hand on Mike's muscular chest. He was short but beefy, his hair spiked. She was lean, thin. Together, they were electric.
"I dunno. Ummm...a couple of hours. At least." Mike assured. Michelle lay herself down on the couch, and Mike joined her.
"Well...let's have some fun." she purred.
Mike opened the box of chocolate, "Did you uh...know," he asked, playfully, "that chocolate is the symbol...of love."
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