My stomach growls. Hell, it’s been hours since breakfast, but Bron’s never complained. And surprisingly, even Trip, who likes his routine, hasn’t indicated he’s hungry. Maybe it was that large, unaccustomed breakfast that had filled them.
Now, though, it’s time to eat. “Hey, Bron? I’m going to order pizza,” I call up the stairs. “Any special requests?”
Her head appears at the top, her eyes sparkling. “Whatever you want will work for us.”
Taking her at her word, I order three giant meat feast pizzas and cheese sticks to go with them.
Later, when they arrive, they sit on the sofa with plates balanced on their laps, while I ease myself back onto the recliner and kick my legs up. Bronwyn attacks her dinner, appreciative moans coming from her mouth, which makes me have to shift my groin to take the pressure off my dick in my pants. I surmise she’s had pizza before, but perhaps not often. Trip though? I’d put good money he’s never tasted anything like this.
Intrigued, I watch as he deconstructs his meal, moving the meat to one side in piles. Obviously, he can’t do anything about the base, but once he decides he can’t separate the cheese from the dough and the tomato sauce, he gingerly takes a slice to his mouth. There’s a twitch to his lips when he gets a taste of the flavour.
To encourage him, Bron picks a slice of pepperoni off her meal, and makes sure he’s looking when she puts it into her mouth. He copies her.
I’ve never seen actual bliss before, just from someone eating the food I take for granted.
If I wasn’t watching carefully, I might have missed Trip’s first ever smile. Or that I’ve witnessed, anyhow.
