Your cock is beautiful – 32

“It’s not that bad, really.” Mia said, as if still trying to convince herself, “I mean, they’re both happy like this, right?”

“Right.” Stella agreed, her tone sharp.

This bothered her, but this wasn’t really the time and place to talk about it. Or was it? I found myself wishing Stella and I were alone so I could ask her how she felt, but why would she have to hide that from Mia? She knew her better than I did, probably.

“Well, at least someone in the house is getting laid.” Mia said, looking pointedly at Stella.

I laughed despite myself, and so did Stella. Mia had a knack for diffusing tense situations that I’d often envied. She could make people feel so at ease, even with an atmosphere like this.

After breakfast Mia decided that we were staying the whole day, and overnight again, and the two of us walked home so I could shower and get a change of clothes.

On the way back she steered the conversation back to me and Stella, although I was still trying to process the bombshell that had just been dropped.

“So you had fun with Stella, then?” she asked, not too subtly.

I sighed.

“Why does it matter so much to you?” I asked.

“It… it just matters.” she said. “I want you two to be close.”

“What, are you trying to set us up or something?” I asked bitterly.

She laughed loudly.

“No, no. Jesus, don’t be ridiculous.” she said. “I mean, you’re not exactly her type.”

I let out a breath of relief. This thought had been swirling around for a while, but I wasn’t sure how to ask her. I still wasn’t close to ready for Mia to be involved with this, and her trying to secretly get us together would just complicate things.

“No, I just want you to be friends.” she said, “Not just my friends, you know? Like, friends with each other.”

“I get it.” I said.

“So,” she continued, “We’ll hang out today, all of us, but I’m going to leave again, and you and Stella can watch some movies or something, get some dinner. Just… just hang out with each other.”

What she was describing sounded a lot like a romantic night in, but I guess Stella was so beautiful and I was so overwhelmingly plain that she couldn’t even consider that something might happen between us. She was just too out of my league.

I would have been really offended if it wasn’t so accurate. Also all the sex we’d been having sort of took the sting out of it.

“Ok?” she asked.

“Ok.” I said, “I’ll do what I can.”

==

The rest of the day should have been easy. We just watched TV and talked, but I couldn’t shake the tension I felt in my stomach. Mia was being even more obvious now, trying to encourage us to talk to each other and laughing a little too loudly at the jokes we made. Or maybe she’d always been doing this and I was just noticing it more.

At around 5, Stella got up and left the living room with no explanation. She was gone for about 20 minutes when we smelled something delicious.

“Is Stella… cooking?” I asked.

Mia and I looked towards the hallway, in the direction of the kitchen.

“I don’t know… I thought we were ordering pizza again…” she said.

We shared a look of confusion before we got up to investigate. I followed Mia into the kitchen to find Stella wearing an apron, chopping vegetables.

“Wow Jessie, I’ve never seen you looking so… domestic before.” Mia laughed.

Stella turned around, looking embarrassed.

“Well, I don’t normally have guests…” she said blushing.

“Smells good.” I said, gesturing towards the oven.

She beamed at me.

“Another 45 minutes.” she said, “You two can go watch TV while I get everything ready.”

Mia and I shared another look before heading back into the living room.

“I didn’t know Stella could cook.” I said as we sat back down.

“She can’t really.” Mia said, “Well, she can make a few things, but she’s not as good as me.”

She said this without any trace of arrogance. She was just stating a fact.

“And you’re not as good as me.” I said, mimicking her deadpan tone.

She laughed, and didn’t deny it.

“What happened to that?” she asked, “The cooking thing. You were getting really good!”

Our parents always made sure we knew how to cook a few decent meals, and had been teaching us since our early teens. I’d gotten a bit obsessed with it for a few months when I was around 16. I’d cooked every single meal we ate as a family for weeks on end, trying out new cooking styles and perfecting my favorite meals.

I shrugged.

“Just got bored with it.” I said, “I mean, once you’ve cooked the perfect steak, what else is there to learn?”

“The perfect steak?” she asked disbelievingly.

“Of course.” I said, continuing my serious tone, “I learned how to mix a steak sauce so delicious that if I ever bottled it, I would be a millionaire. Combined with your preferred preparation of meat, sides, and seasoning, it’s simply impossible to beat.”