A Night of Margaritas, Mischief, and Unexpected Romance

I called Kay as I wanted a girls night with my best friend. It’d been a while since we hung out last. Between me and my man problems and her long hours, it’d been a few weeks since we had hung out.

“Hey,” I said when she answered. “I was planning on going to Dominic’s for dinner. I know you’ve never eaten there before, and I was wondering if you’d like to meet me there? It’ll be my treat.”

“I’ve been dying to try your friend’s restaurant,” Kay replied. “Yeah, I’ll be there, but I just need to finish up a few things here at work, handle some stuff at home, then I’ll meet you there. Give me about an hour and a half.”

“Sounds perfect. See you then!” I said.

After we hung up, I headed straight for the shower, eager to wash away the day’s stress and any random hairs Chloe might have accidentally left on me. I took my time, enjoying the warm water, then styled my hair the way I normally style my hair. Nothing against Chloe; she’s talented, but she hasn’t seen me in years nor does she know how I style my hair.

When I arrived at Dominic’s, Kay was already waiting, her bright smile a welcome sight. The host, who recognized me immediately, led us to my usual corner table.

“It’s good to see you, Kay,” I said, as we settled in.

Kay grinned. “You know it! I’ve heard amazing things about the food and the atmosphere, and I’ve been dying to finally try it here.”

Within moments, two glasses of water appeared, followed by a basket of warm bread, accompanied by a small bowl of olive oil infused with a fragrant blend of Italian herbs and spices. Immediately after, margaritas in salt-free glasses, house salads, bruschetta, and an antipasti appetizer arrived. Moments later, a server I recognized but didn't know by name followed our server out, bringing a pitcher to leave on our table to refill our margaritas.

Kay’s eyes widened. “Deppgrl, is this typical?” she asked as she gestured to the food and drinks.

I laughed. “No, it’s not typical. However, being friends with Dom and with his staff knowing me well, he sends extra food out to me occasionally.”

“Well, I’m certainly not complaining!” she said, taking a sip of her margarita. “This is fantastic.”

As we were talking about our days, Kay, ever the amazing attorney that she is, sighed. “It was another day of paperwork and endless depositions. And dealing with that misogynistic pig of a boss who thinks all I’m good for is getting him coffee.” A mischievous glint entered her eyes. “Though, I might have 'accidentally' spilled some hot coffee on his lap near his dick. That was just a little revenge for his antiquated views. How was your day, Deppgrl?”

I chuckled, proud of my best friend and took a sip of my margarita before refilling our margarita glasses. “Oh, I wish I was a fly on the wall to see that! My day was just the usual whirlwind of managing people's stocks and portfolios. Nothing quite as dramatic as the courtroom or a law office.”

Taking a deep breath, I decided it was time to drop the bomb. “So, speaking of things that aren’t exactly typical... I’m going away with Randy for the weekend to get him off my back about trying to win me over.”

Kay’s fork paused halfway to her mouth. “Really? You’re going to spend the weekend with Randy – a man that you don’t really trust anymore to try to get him off your back?” Kay knew what happened when I met Sarah and that the last thing I needed was more drama.

“Yeah, I know. He’s been so persistent, and I just need to get him off my back about trying to win me over. I’m hoping this weekend will finally get him to stop.”

Kay looked unconvinced. “Are you sure that won’t just encourage him to pursue you even more?”

“I hope not,” I said, though a flicker of doubt crossed my mind. “Honestly, I just want it to be over.” I paused, then leaned forward conspiratorially. “And speaking of what’s been happening since Randy and I broke up… in the last twelve or so days I’ve been pretty busy. I’ve slept with both Vic and Vin several times. Separately, of course.”

Kay’s expression didn’t change. She just nodded slowly. “Well, good for you, Deppgrl. You do you.” I wasn’t entirely surprised by her reaction. We are both incredibly sex-positive, and we support people having sex whether they’re married or in a long-term relationship. Plus, it’s no secret that I’m a diagnosed borderline sex addict. She winked. “Just be safe and have fun.”

Our main courses arrived then—my chicken scampi, fragrant with garlic and lemon, and Kay’s vibrant pasta primavera. As we ate, we drifted back to the topic of Randy.

“So, what do you think Randy has planned for this weekend?” Kay asked, twirling some pasta around her fork.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I joked, winking. “Probably just sex; lots and lots of sex.” We both laughed, but the laughter died down a bit as we considered it more seriously. “No, honestly, I think he might have a spa day planned, either Friday afternoon when we get there or sometime Saturday.”

Kay nodded. “That sounds like something he’d do. I’m guessing that you’ll be going out to dinner both Friday and Saturday nights?”

“Absolutely,” I confirmed. “It sounds like we will be as he asked me to pack two nice outfits.”

After we finished our dinners, our plates were cleared, and then Dom himself appeared, carrying a tray laden with small bowls of gelato: mint chocolate chip, cookies and cream, chocolate, vanilla, and raspberry chocolate. “Deppgrl, Kay,” he announced with a flourish. “A little something sweet for my favorite customer and her friend.”

“Dom, you shouldn’t have!” I said, though my eyes were already scanning the flavors.

He pulled up a chair and joined us. “Nonsense. It’s my pleasure.” As we enjoyed the cool, creamy gelato, Dom chatted with us, his eyes twinkling. He even flirted with me a bit, a familiar playful glint in his eyes, but I was oblivious to his flirtations.

Suddenly, our server approached Dom, speaking to him in low tones. Dom excused himself, stepping away from the table with her. They talked quietly for a few minutes, occasionally glancing over at us. Just before he turned back, Dom winked at me, a subtle gesture that made my heart flutter.

When he returned, he smiled. “Dinner is on me tonight, Deppgrl.”

“Dom, you’re too kind,” I said, reaching for my wallet anyway. I pulled out $60 and slipped it onto the table for our server. “Thank you.”

We lingered a bit longer, chatting with Dom, but I noticed the restaurant was starting to fill up. “You know, Dom,” I said, standing up, “it’s getting pretty slammed right now. I think Kay and I should probably head out to let you and your staff get back to your customers.”

“Already?” he said, a hint of disappointment in his voice. “It was awesome having you both.”

As we were saying goodbye, Dom leaned down, and to my surprise, he kissed me softly on the lips. He then cupped my face with his hand, his thumb gently brushing across my cheek. “Goodnight,” he murmured.

“Night,” I managed, my voice barely a whisper.

As soon as we were out the door, Kay grabbed my arm, practically dragging me away from the entrance. “Deppgrl! What was that? How long has that been going on with Dom?”

I shook my head, still a little dazed. “That was the first time anything more than a hug has ever happened, I swear!”

“Bullshit,” Kay scoffed. “He spent the entire time flirting with you when he was sitting with us! It was obvious.”

“BS,” I said, but Kay was already reaching for my phone. Before I could protest, she’d put in my access code and was typing furiously. A moment later, she handed it back. “What did you do?” I demanded, looking at the screen. It was a text to Dom, sounding exactly like me, inviting him to my place when he was done for the night.

Seconds later, my phone vibrated. It was a text from Dom: My business partner can finish working the rest of the night. I’ll be at your house in about 45 minutes.

Kay grinned triumphantly. “See? I told you!”

We left the restaurant, and Kay followed me home, pulling into my driveway right behind me. “Alright, let’s go,” she said, already heading for my front door. “We need to make sure this place is ready.” She supervised as I quickly dusted the important surfaces and lit several candles, filling the air with a soft glow and a sweet aroma.

Next, she raided my closet and found some sexy lingerie that accentuated my large tits and my curves. “Okay, go shower,” she commanded, holding up the chosen ensemble. “I’ll finish up here.”

I did as I was told, emerging from the bathroom to find Kay grabbing my damp towel to add to the washing machine. While she was doing that, I brushed my teeth, applied deodorant, and smoothed on some rose-scented lotion. She then took over, doing my hair and makeup, making sure I looked effortlessly stunning. Finally, she placed fresh towels in my bathroom.

She pulled me into a tight hug. “Have a great night, Deppgrl,” she whispered, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Kay left a few minutes later, her car disappearing down the street. I was still buzzing from the restaurant, and the thought of Dom arriving soon sent a fresh wave of anticipation through me. Just as I was tidying up a stray throw pillow, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door. I was wearing a short silk robe that covered my lingerie, just enough to be suggestive without revealing everything…unless I moved the wrong way. Barefoot, flushed, and with my heart pounding, I saw Dominic standing there, his eyes dragging over every inch of me. I let him look. Let him see how badly I needed him without saying a word. “You’re really opening the door like that?” he asked, his voice tight. “Wearing that?”

“Come in, Dom,” I said, stepping aside.

He followed me into the kitchen, carrying two bottles of very expensive wine. He set them on the counter, his gaze still lingering on me. I handed him the wine opener from the junk drawer. As I stretched to reach up into the cabinet for wine glasses and the silk robe rose slightly, revealing a hint of my ass. From behind me, I heard Dom whistle softly and the wine opener clattered to the floor. I pretended not to hear the whistle, focusing on the wine glasses. A blush crept up my neck.

He picked up the opener, uncorked one of the white wines, and poured a generous splash into each glass. “Let’s head to the living room,” I suggested, leading the way.

As we were settling down on the more comfortable couch, I tucked my legs underneath me; which made the robe rise a little bit revealing more of my legs. Dom turned to me, told me that he’d saved this wine for something important and felt that tonight was that night. He took a sip of his wine, his eyes holding mine over the rim of his glass. “Deppgrl,” he said. “I’ve been interested in you for a very long time. That kiss at the restaurant tonight… it was something I’ve wanted to do for years.”

“You could have said something,” I added, my voice soft.

He paused, his eyes serious. “I didn’t want to ruin the relationships you were in and I didn’t want to ruin the friendship I have with you.”

“What if I want you to?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Dom’s eyes widened, a flicker of surprise and then intense desire crossing his face. We both slowly put our wine glasses down on the coffee table. He leaned closer, his gaze locked on mine.

”What do you want, Deppgrl?” he asked, his voice a low rumble. “You,” I breathed, my heart pounding in my chest. I gently grabbed the collar of his polo shirt, pulling him closer. As our kiss deepened, we shifted our bodies, and he ended up on top of me on the couch; I could feel how hard his dick was. He stopped briefly, his eyes searching mine. “Do you want this to continue, Deppgrl?” he asked.

“I do,” I whispered, my fingers tangling in his hair. “Follow me.”

We grabbed our wine glasses and the opened bottle of wine and headed up to my bedroom; I was thankful that I had washed my bedding earlier in the day. We drank some more wine, the silence between us thick with anticipation, before we came together again to kiss. Our hands ran over each other's body as we helped each other undress. As he took his pants and boxers off, I couldn't help but stare and also blush at the size of his dick. He is a bit more endowed than Vince. To be honest, I wondered how I was going to take all of his dick, but I knew that he was going to be patient with me. We kissed again until he picked me up, carried me to my bed, and gently placed me on the bed. Once he saw me settled, he joined me on the bed.

Dom then gently ripped the top part of my lingerie, revealing my large breasts. He looked in awe for a moment, his eyes wide with admiration. "My God, you're magnificent," he breathed, before lowering his head. He began to suckle one nipple, drawing me in with a soft, persistent pull, as he rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger. A deep moan escaped my throat, a sound of pure pleasure. He switched to the other nipple, suckling with equal fervor, while his free hand moved to spread my legs gently.

Then, with a soft tear, he ripped the rest of my lingerie, revealing my entire body and my tattoos. He was wonder-struck, his gaze sweeping over my curves and the intricate designs on my skin. "Absolutely beautiful," he whispered, his voice laced with awe. He leaned down, tracing the lines of my tattoos and the curves of my body with his fingertips, then with his mouth, his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses. By the time he pushed the tip of his hard dick into my pussy, I was dripping wet and trembling. "You're so ready for me, Deppgrl," he murmured against my lips, his voice husky with desire.

"More than ready, Dom," I gasped, my hips instinctively arching up to meet him.

"Good, because I've been dreaming of this," he whispered, his voice rough with anticipation.

"You're incredible," he murmured. "Absolutely breathtaking."

"You're not so bad yourself," I teased, tracing the line of his jaw. He leaned down, kissing me deeply. As we kissed, he inserted two of his fingers in my pussy to see how wet I was and to massage my g-spot. He pulled back slightly, his breath warm against my ear.

"Do you want me to use a condom?" he whispered.

"No," I replied, my voice a little shaky. "There's no need. I'm on birth control."

"Good," he said, a satisfied rumble in his chest. He kissed me again, more urgently this time. He pushed half of his dick into my pussy, pausing for a second, letting me adjust to his size. "Just like that," he whispered, his eyes on mine. Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed the rest of his dick deep inside me.

I screamed, a mix of pleasurable pain and overwhelming sensation. He let out a primal groan as he came, his body tensing above mine. We lay there for a moment, catching our breath.

As he slowly began to thrust his throbbing dick in and out of my pussy, he leaned down and began to suckle one of my nipples, rolling the other between my thumb and forefinger. "You feel so good," he whispered against my skin, his voice a low, husky growl. "So incredibly tight. Every inch of you is perfect. I could stay buried inside you forever."

"Oh, Dom, yes," I moaned, arching into his every thrust. "Please, don't stop." My fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer.

"Never, my love," he promised, his lips brushing my ear. "Not until you're screaming my name."

"God, I want you Dom," I gasped, my breath catching.

We made passionate love throughout the night, our bodies entwined, the air thick with whispers and moans. We fell asleep in each other's arms as the first hints of dawn crept through the windows, painting the room in soft hues of pink and gold.

We woke mid-morning, the sunlight streaming gently into the room. I stirred, stretching languidly, and then got up. I put on my silk robe, nothing on underneath it, I padded into the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I returned, I went downstairs to make coffee. A few minutes later, Dom joined me, dressed in his clothes, his hair slightly disheveled, but a warm smile on his face.

"Morning, beautiful," he said, leaning against the counter as I poured us both a cup. “I couldn’t find any extra toothbrushes so I used yours. I’ll swing by later to bring you new package.

"Morning. Just leave it in the mailbox as I am leaving for the weekend around 1 pm" I replied, handing him his coffee. "Sleep well?"

"Like a dream," he chuckled, taking a sip. "Better than I have in years. You?"

"Amazingly well," I admitted, a soft smile playing on my lips. I gestured to the kitchen. "Want some breakfast? I can whip something up."

He shook his head, a hint of regret in his eyes. "As much as I'd love to, I need to head home, shower, and get ready to head back to the restaurant. It's going to be a busy day."

"Already?" I asked, a pang of disappointment. "Unfortunately," he said, stepping closer. He reached out, gently cupping my face. "But last night was... everything I've wanted."

After we finished our coffee, he pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss, his lips lingering on mine for a long moment before he finally pulled away. "I'll see you soon, Deppgrl," he promised, his eyes holding mine before he turned and left, the door clicking softly behind him.