First time in the kitchen.

The girls have been praising me for getting better at cooking, but the thing is that I owe at least half of that to video tutorials and the like. Another ¼ I owe to Mrs. West’s tips and that last ¼ is due to my own practice. Still, the girls are happy, and that’s the best damn feeling. If I was cooking just for myself, I wouldn’t really care what I made. I’d be eating the same thing for a week straight. I can’t put the girls through that, though, so I’m always looking for new stuff to try. There’s only so much I can do, though, so tonight it’s just roasted chicken with roasted potatoes.

After seasoning, I put the metal tray with the two chickens and the potatoes in the oven. I heard someone approaching as I set the over timer, then I felt Grace hugging me from behind, arms around my waist and boobs against my back. She let out a tired sigh.

“Hard assignment?” I asked.

She shook her head. “No, just tedious. I just finished it.”

I chuckled. “I’m kind of jealous of how smart you are.”

“It’s just studying…” she said.

I turned around to face her, looked her in the eyes and smirked. “Nah, you’re super smart.”

Grace smiled coyly, moving closer to me and rubbing her nose with mine. “You’ve gotten so good at compliments that you’ve got me getting a little flustered.”

“I took the advice to heart.”

“So you did…” Grinning, Grace leaned in to kiss me and I kept her lips with an open mouth.

I held her close as we tasted each other. I caressed her back and ran my hands down her waist. Grace sucked on my tongue and grabbed my shirt as if to keep me from running away. Hah, like I ever would.

“Hey, this isn't the most romantic or sexiest way to say it… but I stopped bleeding already.”

I pursed my lips and took a deep breath. I looked back at the over and saw the timer, then turned to Grace with a smirk. “I have 30 minutes. I’d rather not leave the kitchen and risk burning dinner, though…”

“And that’s just fine with me,” Grace said, giving my lower lip a tantalizing nibble.

I held her firmly by the waist, effortlessly lifted her up and sat her on the kitchen counter behind her, opposite to the oven,

Grace smirked excitedly, and I found myself mirroring that smirk.

I didn’t do it on purpose, but I think we had both just realized this would be our first time having sex outside my bedroom or the designated sex room, and suddenly we were both even more aroused.

We had talked about it with everyone. You know, about our feelings regarding sex anywhere in the house, about suddenly and unexpectedly walking into sex happening somewhere. Perhaps unsurprisingly, we were all okay with it. And admittedly… I wanted it.

Our house, our rules, our spaces to do what we wanted, no need to worry about others walking in. At least, not anyone who wasn’t used to it.

I slowly began to undo the buttons of Grace’s blouse, my heart pounding like we were back in school, doing it where we shouldn’t. With every button loose, I saw more of Grace’s ample cleavage and recognized the lace of a familiar blue bra.

“Fancy,” I said, tracing my fingers over the pattern.

“Now you see why I finished my assignment so quickly,” she said as she started gently playing with my hair.

I unbuttoned half her blouse, enough to open it and let out her large chest. I cupped them from below as I kissed bare flesh on top.

“I like your boobs a lot,” I said, almost getting drunk on her taste and her scent.

“Good. Play with them more,” she said, taking a hand to her back and unhooking her bra. She took it off and set it beside her, on the counter.

Her breasts were heavy, supple, huge. They were a big reason for the crush I used to have on her way before we started talking, and you can’t blame a horny teenager for that. I didn’t ever believe she’d look in my direction, so all I could do was fantasize. To think we were at the point where she let me do whatever I wanted with her…

I opened wide and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and running my tongue around it while groping the boob. I felt her hard nubs in my palm and the flat of my tongue.

Grace let out a soft, yet very erotic moan. “Bite them a bit?”

It was a request. A sort of ‘I’d like it if you did, but it’s fine if you don’t want to,’ which was telling of the mood Grace was in. She wasn’t afraid of screaming a demand, knowing I was always willing to please. But today she wanted me to have her, my way.

I pulled away from her boobs, and instead of biting them, I pinched both of her nipples and pulled them lightly. Grace smirked and bit her lip before I went and kissed her hard again.

After about 10 minutes of kissing and petting, I pulled Grace a little closer so she’d get off the counter. I undid the button of her pants and pulled them down along with her panties. She stepped out of them, then unzipped my pants, sneaking her hand inside to bring out my cock.

She gave it a couple of eager strokes while looking into my eyes, her own asking desperately for it.

I raised one of her legs as she leaned on the counter, then slowly slid my shaft inside her pussy. She was tighter than usual, and that’s saying something. Grace held me and breathed hard against my ear, her pussy stretching as I pushed and pulled in and out.

“Oh yeah…! Mmm… Yes, love…! Fuck, it’s… God, I love how big it is…!” Grace gasped. “So thick, so hard…! It’s stretching my pussy…!”

I’d never been one to get turned on by the girls complimenting my size, and they rarely ever did, but this time… it did something for me. Just how I like the girls' boobs, they like my dick. I guess I’m confident enough now to understand that’s not the only thing they like about me.

I came inside her and Grace came with me. We held each other as we came down from our high, sharing light kisses… then almost jumping to the ceiling when the oven’s timer went off, startling the shit out of us both.

I didn’t realize how slow we took it, but… it felt good. It felt right.

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