She stands up, getting ready to take the basket to her room. “I see the way you look at her, Spencer. I sense the love radiating from you. Cherish that feeling, son. You have a big heart, and I know you will do what you feel is right. If you want, they could come for dinner, it’s pizza night.” Bless my mom and her wisdom, I want her to tell me what to do. How to save her from something I know nothing about.
After spending half the day with my mom, I decided to text Scarlett and see if she is free.
Me
Hey, are you home? I miss you.
Scar
Not right now, Levi and I are at the shopping center, looking for new outfits for his birthday party on Friday. I can text you when we’re on our way.
Me
Yeah, my mom asked if you two wanted to come over for dinner.
The question is, how will I tell her that I still haven't talked to Levi? I tried, I did, could I have tried harder? Yes, but damn, it’s terrifying. I could lose my best friend, and Scar, if this goes south. I can’t lose either of them, and by staying quiet, I’m also saying safe, which means I get to keep them both.
Scar
Sure!
Excitement fills me to the brim; it has only been two days, but I can’t wait to see those green eyes and lush lips. Then, my thoughts shift to not having told Levi, and I am at a loss.
Heading to the kitchen, Mom is in there, hard at work, starting her famous homemade pizza crust. Pizza night has always been my favorite. She makes three homemade pizza crusts, and then we make our own. She cuts up everything and anything that might be good on pizza and fills the island. Mom, Dad, and I make our way around the island, loading up our crust, consistently turning out amazing. “Hey, Mom, they are going to come for dinner, so I thought I’d help.” Her smile grows immensely, “Want to do mini pizzas so everyone can make their own? I’ll help with the dough.” She nods and pats the already-made dough, just needing to be shaped and given time to rise.
She starts flouring the island and getting our rolling pins ready. “Mom, I need some advice…” She gives me a small smile and nods for me to continue as we mold our dough. “I need to tell my friend something, but if I tell him, it might hurt him, and in doing so, I could lose him and another friend, but I don’t want to keep a secret anymore; it's exhausting, and he deserves better than a best friend who keeps something from him.” She stops molding her dough and shakes her head.
“Spencer, sweetie, you're trying to talk in tongues, and I know exactly what you are trying to avoid asking me. My advice as a mom is to get that girl, sweetheart. She is kind, she is gracious, and you put a sparkle in her eye that is lacking…” She pauses and sets her dough-filled fingers on top of mine. “My advice as a therapist is to weigh your options, what positives can come from confronting said best friend, and what are the negatives? How much will the person get hurt, and is it survivable? Keeping secrets is heavy, son, and they will always come out. It is better to open the door willingly than to have it crash open, hurtingpeople you didn’t mean to hurt.” She rubs my hand, turning it over. I take hers in mine and squeeze it, because honestly, I’d be lost without my mom.
After a few hours, there’s a knock at the door; Levi and Scarlett have arrived. I jump off the couch and open the front door. Levi is looking awfully spiffy for dinner at a best friend's house, so clearly he has other plans later. Then, there’s Scar. She is, as always, a damn bombshell. Beauty Queen may have been a joke to her, but I’ve meant it from the moment I saw her. She’s wearing athletic shorts and a white T-shirt, showcasing her summer tan. Her hair is in a high ponytail that cascades down her back seamlessly. My heartbeat immediately speeds up whenever she’s near, my body gravitates towards hers, desirous for her embrace, my lips buzzing with the need to be against hers.
“Hey.” Levi nods and heads straight for the food source as Scarlett follows. My mom embraces Scarlett in a big, long hug, making her smile widely. Then she turns her attention to Levi and ruffles up his hair.
“Hello, other son, how are you tonight?” He places a handful of shredded mozzarella into his mouth, mumbling.
“Good, starving, I’ve got a date tonight.” He smiles sheepishly, making eye contact with me.
Just as I was about to call him out, Mom takes the lead: “Son, you can’t call a booty call a date.” She winks and starts giving instructions on the pizza-making process. We all make wild ass pizza, putting damn near everything on it.
Dad is basic, putting only pepperoni; Mom does Canadian bacon and pineapple, and Scarlett adds sausage and mushrooms. Levi, on the other hand, adds everything available, and I follow because why not? Then, into the oven they go, fillingthe house with an aroma that has all of our stomachs growling and mouths watering.
“Scarlett, sweetie, can you go into the pantry and find us the Parmesan to go on top. We never carry fresh; it's the powdered kind. The unhealthy way tastes better on pizza.” Scarlett chuckles and walks into the hallway, entering the pantry. A few minutes later, and she still isn’t out.
“Boo.” I sneak into the closet and pantry, wrapping my hands around her waist. “Got my girl,” I whisper into her ear and pull her tightly. She jumps, but then pushes herself against me. Turning her around, I grip her waist, stealing a long, deep kiss, devouring the lips that have been gone for too long from mine. She places her hands on my chest.
“Spence, they are right out the door.” I backed her up against the shelves, pushing the front of my body into hers, wishing these clothes were of no object. Her breath hitches as I reach above her head, grabbing the cheese container.
“Found it,” I whisper into her parted lips. “But I wonder, Beauty Queen, if I slid my hands down your shorts and stroked your sweet pussy, would you be wet for me, baby?” Scarlett bites her lip and lets out the tiniest moan. I put my finger to her lips, shhing her. I let her tremble for a moment, wondering if I would follow through with my request; damn, do I want to. I slide my finger down her shorts, finding no underwear. My eyes darken, taking in her bareness instantly making my dick twitch. “Scar, are you teasing me, with no panties?” She smirks and shakes her head into my neck. I bite her neck lightly, allowing my finger to graze her warm, needy bud. Instead of giving in, I grab her hand. “Let’s go, Beauty Queen, drip for me while you eat your pizza, and after dinner, you can be my dessert.” She swallows hard, watching her throat bob as we walk out of the pantry door.
“Found it! It was on top. Shortstop Jr. here couldn't get it.” Levi looks up and laughs. We all sit around the dining room table laughing about life, school, and stupid jokes, after we all indulged in too much pizza. Levi stands from the table, “I’ve got to get to my, ugh, thing.” He smiles at my mom. “I’ll come back and clean up after.”
My mom shakes her head, and my dad laughs. “Son, don’t take it personally, but we do not want your hands washing our dishes after you're done, doing your ‘thing’.” He bursts out in a deep, happy laugh.
Levi hugs both my parents and thanks them for dinner, looking back at me and Scarlett. He waves. “Be back soon.” Then he heads out the front door. Scarlett, Dad, and I start cleaning up the mess we made. Once the kitchen is how Mom likes it, Scarlett and I turn towards the stairs, trying to be discreet about our departure.
We make it halfway up, and my mom yells, “Spencer!”
I smile at Scarlett, pushing her up against the wall, “I know, Ma, I won’t get this sweet girl pregnant!” I yell back downstairs. Leaning into Scarlet's neck, I whisper, “But fuck, I’m gonna practice.” I feel her legs give out as she leans into me. I steal her lips and push her into my room. Picking her up by her legs, she wraps them around me. When her back is placed gently on my bed, she relaxes her legs, letting me fall between them. Kissing her intensely as if kissing her is the only thing that keeps me breathing, she runs her hands through my hair and down the back of my neck. My dick grows shamelessly as I push it into her hot center. I start kissing her neck, moving down to her breasts, sliding my hand under her shirt, lifting it just enough to expose her belly button and soft skin. Kissing her flesh makes my body spiral with lust. Her taste has me addicted. Sliding my handdown the front of her shorts, I feel just how much she wants me to.
