Page 26 of A Submissive's Gift
Barbara made the mistake of looking across the table to see Angel making a gagging motion as she lifted her napkin into her lap. Both girls began to giggle and when a very definite snort sounded, all other conversation stopped, every person at the table staring at the two women. It took several minutes, and the conscious effort not to look across the table, for the women to settle, gasping as they attempted to catch their breath.
Craig had to chuckle as he spooned several of the sprouts onto Barbara’s plate. Hearing him, she lifted her face, the look in his eyes acknowledging that there were five people at the table all thinking of that night only a few days ago.
“Why do I feel like I’m missing something?” Ariel complained, smiling as she saw the tender look pass between her sister and Craig, telling her everything was fine.
“You don’t know what you’re missing, little sister,” Barbara said, popping a steaming sprout into her mouth and barely managing not to break out into laughter again. Swallowing, she felt her stomach flip at the memory of that night. “I can promise that Craig can make anything exciting—even icky balls of green grossness that?—”
“Reek like feet,” Angel interjected, setting the two Littles off again.
“Hmmm, I believe I’ll stick with green beans,” Ariel said, spooning them onto her plate. Sliding her eyes to where Angel was seated, and seeing the beautiful woman continue to giggle as the bowl of the sprouts was passed, had her interest piqued. Realizing that John and Betty also seemed to be having a difficult time keeping a straight face made her curiosity meter flip into the red zone. Watching Barbara eat one of the disgusting little cabbages with obvious pleasure, she made a mental note on how to initiate her sister’s friend to their club. Angel’s story was one that definitely needed to be a topic at the next HOPEFUL meeting.
After the huge meal, everyone agreed to wait a bit before sampling the desserts. Craig grinned as he guided the group to the other side of the restaurant. Opening the double doors to a room used for private parties, the groans of the women and the cheers of the men demonstrated their opinion of the huge television set and the comfortable recliners that had been rented to provide viewing of the afternoon’s many football games.
“Oh, great,” Ariel muttered. “Now we’ve completely lost their attention. We might as well curl up on the floor and take a nap.” She squealed when Garrett picked her up.
“How about you curl up on my lap instead?” he suggested. “Oh, and by all means, please feel free to fall asleep. It is the only way to guarantee you’re quiet during the game.” He took a seat, cradling her in his lap.
“Hmmm, I can think of another way to keep me quiet,” she teased, her finger running up and down his chest, only to be captured by his hand and brought to his lips.
“That’s a lie either way, Ariel,” he said, grinning as he kissed her finger.
“What do you mean, either way?”
“I mean, young lady, that you aren’t quiet when you are either over my lap getting your ass spanked, or underneath me getting that same ass?—”
“Garrett!” Ariel squealed, and then pressed her face into his chest, silent as she prayed no one had heard his comment.
“Ahh, that’s better,” Garrett said, reaching down to lift the lever that brought the footrest up to support his feet. “Gentlemen, take your seats, we’ve got games to watch.”
Despite their initial protests, the women were soon cheering just as loudly as the men as they rooted for their home team. Helen even had them all laughing as she shouted out directions, as if the quarterback could hear her. The Texans were ahead at the half when Logan muted the television so Craig could announce that he would bring in the tray of desserts.
“I’ll help,” Barbara said, only to have him shake his head.
“Why don’t you show Angel where the restroom is so you two can wash your hands? Logan can help me.” The two women stood up from where they had arranged themselves on the floor between the loveseat and Craig’s chair in order to talk quietly.
“I’m still so full I’m not sure even I can eat dessert,” Nancy said, only to hear Jason chuckle.
“Just as Garrett is positive that Ariel can’t be quiet, I am positive that you will have no problem putting away dessert. The only question is how many pieces of pie that will involve.”
Slapping her hand against his chest, Nancy laughed. “Well, it wouldn’t do to hurt anyone’s feelings, so I’m sure to have at least two. One of Jeanette’s pumpkin, and one of Betty’s pecan. After that, we shall see.”
“I love your family and friends,” Angel said, as they left the restroom. “Thanks for sharing them with me.”
“Aren’t they great?” Barbara agreed. “I never imagined that there were really women in this world who would be such greatfriends. They have helped me so much over the past year. We share everything.”
“Everything?” Angel teased, as they left the room. Barbara blushed but she also giggled.
“Well, maybe not everything,” she admitted. “What I haven’t shared with them, I’ve shared with you.” She saw Angel’s grin and shook her head. “Don’t be so smug, I’m not promising they won’t find out all of our secrets, and I warn you now, Ariel has already begun with that offering in the kitchen. I assure you she is trying to sweeten you up. Oh, and fair warning; the girl has this obsession with underwear, and I don’t mean she collects it. Don’t be surprised if she asks you to describe yours in detail.”
Angel gave her a hug and laughed. “Bunny, you’ll find that I don’t care a whit if anyone finds out I’m a Little, what my kinks are or what I wear. I would never change who I am, and I’m very, very glad you count me among those women you share your life with.”
Seeing Ariel coming toward them, Barbara gave Angel a knowing look. Ariel surprised her sister by pulling Barbara aside the moment she entered the room. “Okay, sis, I know your man is a baker, but seriously?”
Not having any idea of what Ariel was talking about, Barbara let her pull her to a table where desserts had been displayed. Pumpkin, pecan, and apple pies were on one side, plates of brownies and a wide variety of cookies were displayed on the other. Right in the middle of the table was the most beautiful cake Barbara had ever seen. It was shaped like a big, white bunny sitting back on its haunches, with desiccated coconut artfully arranged to appear as fur. Long whiskers made from pulled sugar surrounded a pink nose that seemed almost to quiver. Bright green eyes, also of sugar, twinkled with the lighting from above. A wide pink bow was formed out of modeling chocolate around the bunny’s neck.
“Oh my God, it’s beautiful,” Barbara said, turning to her sister. “If you don’t want any, I’m sure you can have something else.”
Ariel rolled her eyes in her typical fashion. “It’s not the cake I object to, Barbara. After all, it is awfully sweet of Craig to fashion such a cake in honor of you. It’s what the dang thing is holding.”
