Cookies and Milk

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters involved in sexual activity are at least 18 years old. Any resemblance to real people is coincidental.

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Sunday evenings at the grocery store are crowded; working moms are stocking up for the week.

I finished with the "nutritional" part of my list, then decided, what the hell. And went to the baking aisle, added three different kinds of chocolate chips. That would go with the eggs and butter I had already loaded.

The checker rapidly scanned the items. And... then I noticed the bag boy.

Young, dark-haired. Fit. A dusting of mustache on his lip. He was smiling, looking right at me. Not aggressive, but... forward.

He looked at my groceries, at the chocolate.

"Are you making cookies?" he asked. "I haven't made cookies for a long time."

I wondered, this is strange. The boy is... so open. Interested. Eager.

Then I wondered, why is that? Is he lonely? Is this boy living alone? Shouldn't he be living with family? Parents?

"Yeah, that was my plan." I smiled. Then, audaciously, I asked, "Would you like to come and make them with me?"

He hesitated, "Yeah, OK." Maybe he was surprised at his own statement.

"Well, then, come on." I gestured at the filled cart with my bags and started out of the store..

"I don't get off until..."

"Come or don't come. If you want."

"I..."

"Just tell your manager that you are getting sick." I started pushing the cart to the car park. He turned back inside.

I had loaded most of the groceries into the boot when he slipped up behind me.

"Hello."

I looked at him, "Hiya." My kitty had a twinge, a tickle of excitement. This boy... broke the rules to come with me. What other rules would he be willing to break?

Game on.

His nametag said Joshua.

"Hi Josh. I'm Layla."

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My apartment was clean, and as he entered, his head swiveled, taking it all in.

"The bathroom is there, to wash up," I said.

I could hear the stream of pee and then the wash water.

I gave him an apron and pulled it around his waist. It was so tempting to... just pull it across his front, tickle his boy parts, but I resisted. Don't scare him off. Wait. Not yet.

"Crack the eggs," I said.

He fumbled a bit. There was eggshell.

"I thought you had made cookies before?"

"Yeah, with my Gran. But I don't live there anymore."

"What happened?"

"She died," he stopped abruptly. Complicated feelings fled over his face.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. That must have been hard."

"Yeah."

Silence while he sifted the flour. And stirred the butter into the sugar.

"When was that?"

"A few months ago."

"So you are living on your own, then>"

"I have roommates. From school. But, yeah."

His dark hair shone in my kitchen light, and I caught the scent of his teen body... a bit of sweat, a bit of soap, a bit of.... pheromone.

My kitty started to purr. Thinking of... eating this boy. Fucking this boy.

"You don't have brothers? Sisters?"

"No."

No wonder he came so quickly, willingly, with a stranger. He must be lonely. Gran dead, probably no parents, and no other family. And... roommates. Who knows how they treated him?

For me, no worries. Whatever... happened. There would be few complications. I could do whatever I wanted to him. Anything.

He stirred the dough.

"Good, that looks great. My arms always get tired doing that, but you are strong."

He smiled. Not used to compliments.

I accidentally bumped into him as I moved to get out the cookie sheets.

He said, "Sorry. I'm taking up too much room."

I turned and smiled, "Not at all. I'm not used to having extra guests in my kitchen."

He smiled, relaxed again.

"Here, spoon out the dough onto the parchment."

I bumped him again as I passed to the sink. His dick pushed into the counter. "Oh, sorry."

He turned to me, "I'm sorry."

The pans went into the oven, and a second set was spooned out onto two more pans.

He licked his fingers where they had released the cookie dough onto the pan from the spoon.

I gave him a rubber scraper. "Why don't you clean out the lot? From the bowl? No chips there, but don't waste the dough."

He cleaned the bowl and licked the raw dough from the scraper. His tongue was driving me mad. He didn't know, his innocent face concentrating on the sweet taste.

"Good job."

He smiled.

One set of cookies baked. Second set in the oven.

"These smell fantastic," he said.

"Careful, they are hot," I said automatically.

He picked one, pulled the soft cookie apart, chocolate liquid making tiny points as the chips pulled apart, too.

"Taste good?"

"Yum." he licked his lips. Fuck, what a beautiful boy. In my kitchen.

"Are you in school?"

"No, graduated last month."

"Plans?"

"I'm, you know, thinking about what I should do."

That was a stupid line of questioning. I needed to get his clothes off.

"Here, would you like some milk with that?"

"That would be great," he said as he took a second hot cookie.

The final pans were finished, out on the counter.

I filled his glass. I looked at the apron. "I'll take that back, OK?" I wanted to pull it off with my teeth, then get down to what he had hidden under his jeans. My imagination was thrumming.

He untied it, handed it to me, innocently. "Thanks," he said, smiling.

He sipped from the glass, nibbled. Dipped the cookie into the cold milk.

I turned and bumped into him on the way to replace the milk in the fridge.

"Hey," he said. "I'm sorry, I..."

I turned and tipped his glass of milk onto him, thoroughly wetting his uniform shirt and the front of his jeans.

"Oh, oh. I'm sorry!"

He looked down at his now-wet front, forgotten partially eaten cookie in his hand.

I reached in and unbuttoned the shirt, then his pants. "Here, let me help," I said.

He stood still, stunned.

I pulled his jeans and his jockeys down to his knees.

There was a fine tracing of dark hair down to the nest of dark curlies above his dark skinned cock and balls. The smell of young male was intoxicating.

And then i sucked in his beautiful prick, one hand cradling his balls.

He let out a whoosh of breath. Had he been holding his breath?

"What are you doing?"

I dropped his cock with a plop. "Sucking your dick," I said, matter-of-factly.

He didn't know what to do. His prick remained chub, not hard. Had I scared him by going so fast?

"I... I...' he said. "I..."

"Do you want me to keep on?"

"Um. No," he said quickly. Then he thought again. "Um. Yes."

"You better get naked, then."

He looked at the cookie in his hand, wonderingly. Then he shoved it into his mouth. And he shrugged his loosened shirt off his shoulders, kicked off his shoes.

I helped pull down his jeans and shorts over his feet. The nearness of his prick was tantalizing, and I licked it.

His body was beautiful.

"Have you ever cum with a girl?" I asked.

"Um. Not really."

"Oh?"

"Well, my roommate... has a girlfriend. And I... and she.... teased... and..."

I was already tired of that conversation, so I guided him into the next room, pushed him onto the chair. His hardening prick stood out from his lean belly.

"Shut up," I said. I pushed his legs up, wide spread, giving me complete access to all of his sex... dick rock hard, balls in their crinkled sack, dark hair in his ass crack.

I pulled his red dick head into my mouth, tonguing his hole. The pre-cum mixed with my spit.

I pulled my mouth off his dick, wet my finger, and resumed sucking. Then, I ran my finger along his taint and circled his butt-hole.

He... twitched. "What? What is that?"

I tipped the finger into his hole, sucking hard on his prick. My other hand cradled his tightening balls.

He was making the little mewling noises that boys make when they are going to cum soon.

I pulled his balls down. "Not so fast, mister. You have a task to do."

His eyes, rolled backward in his head, slowly refocused on my face, as I kept my finger in his butt.

"What?" he said. He didn't seem to notice my finger in his butt, but I was still pulling down on his balls, de-escalating his coming orgasm. Who knows? Was he confused about those body parts?

I pointed to the rug on the floor. "Lie down, here. Face up."

He complied, hard dick slapping on his belly as he contorted from the upholstered chair to the rug.

I shed my clothes quickly. He watched, rapt, from the floor.

"Wow."

I lifted my breasts. Pulled at my nipples. He grasped his hard penis, stroked.

I squatted over his face. "Do it. Lick."

He squirmed, turning his head back and forth as I lowered my hot kitty onto his...

"No, no," he said. "I... I can't."

"Can't what?"

"Can't do that."

"Oh? Why not?"

"It's... dirty."

"Too bad," I said. "I had your dick in my mouth. Now it's your turn." i reached and put my hand around his dick and his balls, tugged. "OK?"

He took a moment. I squeezed harder. Then I just sat onto his mouth, engaging my wet kitty with his lips. My asshole was pressed up against his nose.

I pulled again on his prick and balls. "Lick, you fucker. Josh. Lick."

And he did, tentatively. I shifted my body so that his tongue worked on my labia, then my clit. Shit that felt good.

Dominating this boy felt good, too.

I stroked his dick to maintain its attention, hardness. Little drops of pre-cum leaked.

Finally, his tongue was tired, and he was slapping my thighs. "Can't breathe,' he gasped out.

I lifted, pirouetted, and sat down onto his hard dick, looking at his face. He was young, beautiful. And his face was concentrating, lips quirking, as he pushed his dick into me..

His eyes opened, surprised, to see me looking at him. Then he smiled.

I smiled. "Your dick feels so good. I want you to fuck me."

I was going to fuck this boy, fuck him hard, use him. I jumped up and down, burying this hot, hard prick in my wet kitty.

I pirouetted again, this time, keeping his dick in my hot cunt, now facing his feet. I bent forward, exposing my bare asshole to his gaze. And, I slapped his legs apart, then reached under to find his butt-hole with my finger.

I slowly rimmed it, then pushed in. There it was, the bump of his prostate. I rubbed it.

He groaned, then sighed. His breath was in... then stopped. Then out with a whoosh. Then in. Holding his breath. Whoosh. In. Hold... Out.

I pushed up and down, my legs burning. And my kitty was burning with heat and lust.

Finally, his body spasmed and went rigid under me. And then, he came, pulsing his sperm into my bare kitty, stream after stream of joy into me. I kept rubbing inside his butt-hole, feeling the pulses in his anal ring, until he finally stopped.

I backed off his prick, shuffled my body backward until my kitty was again at his face. "Now, now, you fucker. Now, you lick."

He whimpered, and I pushed my dripping cunt onto his face again.

This time, he licked fully, forcing his tongue into me.

"That's it. Eat the cookie. And drink the milk." And ripples of my orgasm sent little fireworks off, I gasped, and sighed.

I leaned downward to kiss the tip of his now-limp prick.

I stood. His face was a mess, his soft prick lying there twisted on his belly, balls drooping between his legs..

"Fuck," he said.

I leaned back down to kiss him.

"I'll be baking next week. Will you come? Again? Josh?"

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