drabble: while the cat's away...
Mike was so excited. Jane was visiting her sister-in-law Maggie for a couple of days, and that meant one thing: he was allowed to have dessert. Right now a slice of apple pie was rotating to nuclear perfection in the microwave.
He reached into the refrigerator. All he needed now was the--
“Who used all the whip cream?” he frowned, shaking the empty can.
Sam coughed violently, choking on her dessert. Brooke slapped her on the back. “I’m sorry, Dad,” the blonde confessed. “I must have finished it. I had some the other night.”
“You used the whole can?”
Brooke shrugged. “There was a lot to cover,” she replied. This only seemed to make the brunette cough harder, and Brooke resumed pounding on the girl’s back.
Mike frowned, and left the kitchen dejectedly. He probably didn’t need dessert anyway...
The brunette’s coughing abated. Brooke thought about their culinary adventures the other night. It had been messy, but fun, and thinking about it again was making her really horny.
She glanced over at Sam, and licked her fingers suggestively. “Upstairs, Sam,” she ordered. Sam knew that look well enough not to argue.
Brooke grinned, and made one pit stop before joining her girlfriend upstairs.
* * *
The next evening, Mike poured vanilla ice cream into a dish around two banana halves. Jane had called that morning, and was going to stay one more night. Fine with him, he grinned. He hadn’t had a banana split in ages.
He reached into the fridge. All he needed now was the--
“Now who used all the chocolate syrup!?”
Sam coughed her soda all over the table.