Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“If he didn’t mean to be a distraction maybe he shouldn’t look so damn good!” she said. Gabriella and Catherine immediately blushed as similar thoughts remained unsaid in their own minds. Rochelle saw she wasn’t alone in her appreciation and smiled. She dabbed the tears from her eyes and looked up at the big man. She was 5′ 5″ with abundant curves but seated next to Ben she looked absolutely miniature. “You’re not running away until we know you aren’t going to pass out on your drive home. Now, what’s wrong?”

“Sorry, I’m just not good with open casket viewings. I shouldn’t have come. Brings back too many memories… of my parents. … I’m feeling better now, I should go.” Ben said, uncomfortably aware of Rochelle’s soft but heavy breasts resting on his left arm and his hand touching her thigh but he couldn’t free himself.

Gabriella whispered something to Catherine who nodded and left. After she watched her friend leave she scooted her son over one chair and sat down on Ben’s right. She took his right hand in hers and held it on her lap. He twitched visibly as his hand rested on her smooth legs.

Catherine returned shortly with one of the funeral home directors who closed the lid on Daniel’s casket. Rochelle pointed at her viewing hall and nodded. The man returned her nod then left to close Devon’s casket as well.

“No, please you shouldn’t have to do that!” Ben looked concerned at the two women holding his arms.

Catherine pulled a chair right in front of Ben, sat down in it blocking him in and looked into his eyes. “When did you lose your parents?” she asked gently.

Ben looked at Catherine in surprise. “Uh, I was five. Drunk driver.”

“You saw them at the funeral home?” she continued.

“Yes, but… it didn’t look like them. Shouldn’t have been open casket. Shouldn’t.” Ben mumbled trying not to remember.

“Who took care of you after they were gone?” Gabriella asked.

“Foster homes.” Ben said.

Rochelle made a sympathetic sound and leaned in. Her impressive chest pressed more firmly on his arm. Gabriella just squeezed his right hand a little tighter against her silky legs.

Ben was embarrassed to feel his body reacting to the wonderful softness of the two women. He needed to leave before he made a fool out of himself. He tried desperately to think of anything else to calm his growing stimulation.

Then Catherine put her hands on his knees.

It was too much. His erection kicked into high gear at the feel of her strong hands. His pants were becoming distinctly uncomfortable and the evidence of his excitement was distinctly visible. He panicked.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’m so sorry, I should go.” He pulled his arms back and stood up.

Catherine suddenly leaned forward to block his escape but instead planted her face solidly against his groin and the large solid mass that was straining to get free. She bounced back and his face went beet red when he saw the look of surprise on hers.

“Oh god! I didn’t mean- I’m sorry.” he said to Catherine who was holding her hands over her face. He rushed from the room and disappeared down the hall.

Catherine slid her hands down over her mouth to contain the laughter that was screaming to get out. Completely inappropriate, badly timed, but God-it-felt-good laughter!

Rochelle’s eyes were almost popping out of her head. She looked at Gabriella. “Did you see the size of that thing?”

Gabriella smirked and watched Catherine choking on her supressed laughter. Tears were pouring from the woman’s eyes and her face was getting red. People looking in the doorway saw a woman struggling with her grief. Gabriella should have taken pity on her friend but deep down there was always just a little bit of competitiveness between her and the blonde.

“I think Cat got the bird’s eye view.” she said staring her right in the eye.

It was too much for Catherine whose laughter exploded past her hands. She jumped to her feet and rushed from the room colliding with her daughters at the door. They grabbed her and hustled her away as her face got redder and redder and the laughter continued to burst forth.

Rochelle looked at her neighbor and shook her head with a smirk. “If I didn’t know you were best friends with that woman I’d say that was just a little mean.”

Gabriella did her best to school her expression and look dignified but she couldn’t quite eliminate the smile from the corners of her lips. She’d apologize to Cat tomorrow but tonight she’d enjoy her little victory.

Rochelle suddenly frowned. “We should probably check in on Mr. Shepherd tomorrow. Make sure he’s ok and doesn’t think we were offended or anything.”

Gabriella’s smile got the better of her as she looked at Rochelle who had a smile of her own.