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She is the One (Part 17)

Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Romance, School, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: jashley13, Rating: 91.2, Source: sexstories.com

button-up shirt and a short tie (well, at least it looked short on his massive frame), and Mrs. Hannigan had on an actual dress, one that brought to mind PTA meetings rather than fancy dinner restaurants. “Come in, come in,” I said cheerfully, eager to stop my mom’s fretting. “Thanks,” Kayla said, giving me a quick peck as she passed. They were carrying a few containers and what looked like a rice-cooker. Everyone greeted everyone with many changes of partners and shuffled handfuls of stuff to prevent spillage. Mom seemed especially interested in what they had brought to eat. “What’s all this?” she asked, trying to peer into the containers. “Special recipe of mine,” Mrs. Hannigan said proudly. Mom’s ears perked up at once. “What is it?” Alan asked as he gave Kayla a hug. “Peady pwas.” Four pairs of eyebrows rose at once. “Peady what?” dad said. “Peady pwas. It’s a Cajun dish.” “Tell me about it,” mom said, looping her arm through Mrs. Hannigan’s and leading her into the kitchen. Dad laughed and turned to Mr. Hannigan. “Well, we’ve got a couple hours. Want a beer?” “The pope shit in the woods?” Mr. Hannigan replied. “You know, I never got where that saying came from,” dad said, showing Mr. Hannigan to the living room, “Does he?” That left the four teenagers standing around awkwardly in the foyer. “Well…” I said slowly. “Just what I was thinking,” Kayla said and we all chuckled. “So what the heck is peady pwas?” Alan asked, rolling the foreign words around with his tongue. ... “It’s fantastic!” Kayla said excitedly, “I think you guys are really going to like it.” “All right…what the heck is it?” Alan asked again. “It’s basically a pea-and-bacon sauce on top of rice. I know, it sounds weird, but it’s really, really good.” “Peas and bacon?” Amanda said, not sure how to feel about it. “Trust me, there’s a reason we brought so much. If your mom has had a taste of it, she’s probably—” There was the sound of a delighted squeal from the kitchen and I poked my head in to see that mom had dipped a spoon into one of the containers that the Hannigans had brought and we evidently pleased with what she had tasted. “Jack!” she said when she saw me, “I’ve got a new recipe to try!” I put of an ‘enthusiastic’ thumbs-up. “Great,” I said, “It’ll go great with everything else.” She didn’t bat an eye, thank God. “It will,” she said excitedly, “Jack, can you run down to the basement and bring up the champagne bottles?” “Absolutely,” I said, pretending to be more excited than I was. “Not for you,” mom said, sticking her tongue out at me, “For the grown-ups.” “All right,” I replied, opening the basement door, “So we’ll need five champagne glasses?” “Grown-ups, smartass. That doesn’t include you.” “ Au contraire , mo- thair ,” I drawled, “I’ll go toe-to-toe will you old-timers any day.” I scampered down the stairs before mom could hurl something at me. The two bottles of champagne were chilling on the bottom shelf of the downstairs refrigerator. I grabbed them by the necks ...