As we entered the large sunken living room, the aroma of cooking food greeted us. Wendy was not just making sushi, it smelled like she was preparing an entire izakaya feast for us, and I felt my mouth watering just smelling it. We passed by a massive dining table, which looked like it had been carved from a single cross-section of a redwood tree, and we proceeded into the kitchen.

There was a woman in the kitchen hunched over a cutting board, a razor-sharp knife cutting ruby red tuna to slices so thin they could probably be measured in molecules.

"Wendy, our first guests are here." Brenda said as the three of us entered the kitchen that was the size of my entire apartment.

Wendy looked up from her laser focus on the tuna and saw the three of us. She was in a t-shirt with a red canvas apron draped over her front, and the sight of her made my throat tighten at how unbelievably pretty she was. Her almond skin and sleek black hair gave clues to her eastern Asian descent, which I have to admit years of anime and video games made me have a bit of a predisposition for. Not a fetish or anything, and I would not be so stupid as to ask where she was "from" or anything like that, but what was wrong with having a little preference? She was short and busty, her hips round with a nice stomach. I had a weakness for thick girls, so sue me.

"Well, hey, there's my Yara! Get over here, but…uhh, I can't hug back, so a one-sided embrace will have to do." She wiped her hands on the front of her apron and turned. Yara came over and hugged Wendy with a familiarity that made it obvious the two were intimate. She leaned forward and kissed Wendy, this kiss maybe even deeper and more intimate than the one she shared with Brenda. Damn, my best friend was already getting so much action with gorgeous women tonight, I envied her.

"You are falling behind a bit on the kisses tonight, Vi…care to catch up?" Brenda said, stepping to my side and looking down at me.

I gulped. "Umm…sure!" I blurted awkwardly.