A Touch of Spice

I let out a relieved sigh as I pushed open the front door of our two-storey home. It had been a long week crunching numbers at the firm and now as I closed the door behind me, it felt like I was closing all of my problems away. I smiled as that familiar Friday evening feeling washed over me.

I headed down the hallway towards the kitchen, but stopped on the way, checking my reflection in the full length mirror that hung in an alcove to my right. I smiled as I appraised myself.

At twenty-seven, I was in decent shape, particularly for an accountant. Checking that the hallway was still clear, I made a show of puffing out my chest as I turned from side to side, examining my broad shoulders and toned physique, yeah I brushed up alright. I was still in my work clothes — a crisp green button-up shirt tucked into black pants and complemented by tan leather shoes. It was fancy enough fare for my evening plans. Nadia was having a few friends over for a girls night and I would be on hand to help her get the last few things ready. From there my plans revolved around beer and Xbox.

“Nadia?” I called out, kicking off my shoes before placing them on the shoe rack.

“Up here in the theatre room, babe!”

I took the stairs two at a time and found her fussing over the last details. The theatre room had been carefully styled for the girls’ night. Our massive hundred-inch TV dominated one wall, while two long black three-seater couches formed a comfortable L-shape opposite. In the corner closest to the door sat my black leather armchair while in the centre of the room a big, soft black rug contrasted nicely with the white carpet. Nadia had set the long jarrah coffee table up between the couches. On it there was a huge grazing platter loaded with cheeses, dips, and cured meats. Two bottles of wine were chilling in an ice bucket beside a big empty bowl which I presumed was for the punch. Napkins, glasses, and cups were all neatly arranged beside it.

Nadia turned to face me as I stood surveying the lay of the land. She looked stunning, as always as she gave me a warm smile. Like me, Nadia is twenty seven and frankly, as far as I’m concerned she is the most beautiful girl in the world. When that girl smiles, it just lights up my life. As if on cue, a smile broke across Nadia’s face and her green eyes sparkled as they met mine. Then in a moment it was gone as she returned to fussing over the grazing table. I watched her work for a moment admiring my stunning wife. Her long black hair practically glowed as it cascaded down her back, and I found myself mesmerised by the seductive sway of her hips. There was something so subtle yet sexy about the strapless green dress she wore. It hugged her narrow waist and slender hips tightly, accentuating her curves in all the right places before finishing at her mid-thigh, allowing me an unimpeded view of her toned legs. As if they weren’t already toned enough, her calves were getting a little extra lift from the red high heels she wore.

“Are you going to stand there perving all night?” She asked casually without looking up from the table.

“Oh, is that an option?” I asked in mock curiosity. “Is it okay if I stay here all night then?”

Nadia looked up at me with a withering look. “Only if I’m the only one you look at.”

I held my hand up in a mock pledge. “Scouts honour.”

“Pfft, I’ve seen you looking at Trinity’s breasts.”

“To be fair,” I countered, “they looked at me first.”

Nadia rolled her eyes.

“Besides,” I continued as I closed the space between us. “Her breasts aren’t half as nice as yours.” I let my hands slide up her body as I gently fondled her bosom through the soft fabric of her dress.

Nadia grabbed my hands, carefully relocating them to her hips as she turned her head to kiss me. I kissed her tenderly for a moment before prying my hands free. Deepening our kiss, my hands began to explore her body. Nadia moaned into my mouth and I took that feedback as a sign that she was open to taking things further.

“Not now you pest,” Nadia exclaimed, laughing as she batted my hand away from between her legs.

“Oh come on,” I replied playfully. “I only need thirty seconds of your time.”

“Oh just what every girl wants to hear,” she countered with a grin.

“Fine, I can give you a whole minute of pleasure, but that’s my last offer.”

Of course, at that moment the doorbell rang, interrupting our playful banter and putting an end to my intimate ambitions.

“Can you get that? I’ve still got to finish mixing up the punch.”

“No worries,” I replied, giving her one last kiss on her forehead before I headed back downstairs.

I opened the front door to find Trinity, Nadia’s oldest friend standing on the front porch. She smiled up at me warmly, her dark brown hair framing her slender face and bringing focus to her blue eyes, which sparkled with that familiar mischievous energy. The dress she wore was a glamorous blue number that plunged dramatically at the front. This of course put her larger than average breasts on full display. Fortunately, I was able to avert my eyes despite the fact that they were most certainly staring at me.

“Trinity! Good to see you,” I said, pulling her into a quick hug.

“Hey Con,” she grinned, hugging me back enthusiastically. As we pulled apart I stepped aside and motioned for her to enter.

As she stepped past I couldn’t help admiring the rest of her outfit. The dress was a tight one, clinging to her hourglass figure like it had been painted on. The hem stopped high on her thighs, and her black high heels did nothing to diminish her appeal.

Trinity had always been the most outgoing of Nadia’s friends and as I led her upstairs she immediately launched into a story. “You will not believe the week I had. It has just been pure chaos. No joke, yesterday one of the doctors in my ward mixed up patient charts and nearly gave the wrong meds to someone. Thankfully I realised before we administered anything, but now I have to go through this big investigation process. If ever I needed a drink, it’s today!”

We stepped into the theatre room just as Nadia finished stirring the punch. The two women greeted each other, coming together for a warm embrace before, falling into easy conversation. I smiled at the two of them and quickly excused myself.

Heading back downstairs, I made my way to the kitchen where I fetched myself a beer. Leaning back against the counter I released the cap and savoured that first luxurious sip.

Then the doorbell rang again.

“I’ll get it,” I called up the stairs as I strolled to the front door.

This time it was Amber. She stood on the doorstep with a shy smile, her long flowing red hair catching the late afternoon light. The white strapless maxi dress she wore flowed elegantly over her willowy frame, giving her an almost ethereal quality.

“Hey Amber, come on in.” I stepped back and motioned her inside.

Her light blue eyes met mine for a moment before flicking away as she stepped through the doorway.

“Hi Con,” she replied softly, that shy smile still playing on her lips.

“Nadia and Trinity are already upstairs,” I explained as I motioned towards the theatre room.

“Thanks,” she replied as she walked ahead of me down the hall. “How’s your week been?”

“Not too bad,” I told her as we climbed the stairs. “Still a few months from tax time, so the office isn’t completely insane yet. Still, I’m happy to have reached the weekend though.”

We reached the theatre room and I opened the door. Nadia and Trinity immediately lit up.

“Amber!” they cried in unison, pulling her into a group hug.

The conversation instantly turned to the photo Amber had sent them earlier this week. Apparently, there were six tiny puppies born this week at the vet clinic where Amber worked. The girls clustered around her phone, cooing over the pictures.

“Oh my god, look at their little faces!”

“They’re so cute I could die.”

Amber blushed but looked pleased as she scrolled through more photos. While they were distracted, I poured her a cup of punch.

“Here you go,” I said, handing it over.

“Thanks, Con.” She took it gratefully.

I watched the three of them huddled together, laughing and gushing over the puppies, and chuckled inwardly. What was it about girls and puppies, that made them so clucky? Who can say, I’ll probably never know.

“You girls enjoy yourselves,” I said, raising my beer slightly. “I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.”

I headed back down, fired up the Xbox in the living room, and settled onto the couch. Just as the game loaded and I was about to jump online, the doorbell rang again.

I opened the front door and there stood Kylie, her hazel eyes looking up at me with a bright smile. Her light brown hair was tied up in a messy bun and she wore a red summer dress that had thin shoulder straps and hugged her athletic frame nicely.

“Con!” she said warmly, stepping straight in for a hug. I gave her a quick squeeze.

“Hey Kylie, good to see you. Come on in.”

As we started up the stairs she asked, “How’s your week been?”

“Fine, nothing too crazy,” I replied. “How about yours?”

“Ugh, hectic,” she groaned, but there was a laugh in her voice. “I’ve been finalising plans for this big project at the firm and it’s been non-stop. I’m so thankful the weekend is finally here so I can blow off some steam.”

We reached the theatre room door and I pushed it open, motioning for her to head inside. “After you.”

“Thanks Con,” she said, flashing me another smile before stepping through.

Inside, the other three were already comfortably sprawled across the couches, talking rapidly over each other. The moment they saw Kylie they all lit up and the volume kicked up another notch. I didn’t bother interrupting the excited greetings opting to give the group a casual wave.

“Enjoy your night, ladies,” I said, then pulled the door closed behind me and headed back downstairs.

Back in the living room I grabbed another beer from the fridge, cracked it open, and slouched deep into the couch. Headset on, feet up on the coffee table, I loaded up Call of Duty and lost myself in the game for a while. The familiar sounds of gunfire and callouts filled my ears as the hours slipped by.