A home cooked meal.

"How about I cook you girls a home cooked meal?" you suggest as the four of you walk back to your car.

"Yes!" Sara cheers.

"What are you going to make?" Jen wonders as she gets into the back with Alice.

"How about Italian?" you reply. "Chicken parmesan with salad and white wine?"

"Yes!" the girls cheer.

"Okay, let's go grocery shopping."

You change course and drive to the grocery store near your apartment building. You cannot help but chuckle after you step out of the car after you park and notice a young clerk, pushing a bunch of carts, with his mouth agape when he sees your three hot roommates. You give the kid a wink and a smile when you take one of the shopping carts from him.

The girls aren't naive and know that they are being stared at by customers and staff as you wind your way through the aisles to get ingredients for dinner. In fact, they tease you by intentionally bending over to show off their beautifully shaped firm asses to "examine" products before putting them back on the shelves.

You lean into cart, hoping to hide your growing erection from the girls and other customers. Grabbing the last ingredient you hurry to the check out.

"Can I help you with anything?" Sara asks while you unpack the groceries and set up the kitchen.

"Just set up the table, thank you," you reply.

"When's dinner ready?" Jen whines.

"Twenty minutes," you answer. "Sit back and relax."

Sara hangs out in the kitchen to keep you company but out of your way. "Where did you learn to cook?" she asks.

"In university," you reply as you cut the chicken breasts. "You know the old saying that the way to a man's heart is food? Well, I discovered that to impress a girl is cooking a great meal."

"Ha! You'll have to impress three girls with your dinner."

"It'll be worth it," you say, preparing the sauce.

"It's dinner ready yet?" Jen asks, popping her head in the kitchen. "I'm hungry!"

"Soon," you smile patiently as you take out the pasta from the boiling water and into the strainer.

"Please sit, ladies," you announce. The girls cheer when you finally appear from the kitchen carrying the plates of chicken parmesan and salad. You take the bottle of white wine and the girls squeal in delight when you pop the cork. They thank you when you pour the wine into their glasses. "Bon appetite!" You sit down and raise your glass. "To my new roommates!"

"To our new roommate!" they say, raising their glasses.

The girls moan as they take bites of your pasta.

"It's so good!" Jen says. "Where'd you learn to cook?"

"Self taught," you smile at the compliment.

"I'm so glad you moved in," Alice says. "I'm tired of my cooking and take-out!"

"I'm tired of her cooking too!" Sara jokes.

Dinner is filling and everyone moves over to the living room with their wine glasses. You sit on the armchair while the the girls curl up on the sofa, sipping their wine.

"So why did you and your ex break up?" Jen asks bluntly, probably emboldened by the ****.

Alice jabs her roommate with her elbow.