Cookies and Milk Ch. 03

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Raphael, my gay roommate, had given up and gone to bed. I was drowsing on the upholstered chair, tired of surfing my phone. The cakes were cool. The icing was sitting in its tubs outside the fridge, now at room temperature. Spreadable.

What the fuck was I doing? Waiting for the grocery boy? Josh? To return? With his muscles and slim body and treasure trail leading to that... delicious... teen prick?

To ice cakes? Who was I kidding? To fuck him again, for a second time today?

Yup. Greedy.

My imagination raced away on its own. I remembered the details of earlier today: The taste of his prick, male musk, soft skin but hard rigidity underneath. Beating with his heartbeat. The feel of his tongue on my sex, licking upward and lapping at my clit. The heat of him as he drove that fat teen prick hard into my wet cunnie. And the feel of pulling him tight, my arms around him, his hard muscle rubbing all along my body. The squirming crinkle of his sack as I tickled his balls. The salty, creamy taste of his cum.

Salacious. Lascivious. Forbidden.

Fuck me. I knew I shouldn't. I shouldn't. This relationship was wrong. I was... I was an aberration in his life. He was young; I was... experienced. We had no future. Very little connection. Very little in common. For me, it was... just sex.

Right? Just sex.

For him, it was... probably more. Maybe it had been his first time. Maybe he was catching feelings. He was a lonely boy. No family. Roommates. But in those teen years when almost everything is governed by hormones and sex, in the end, for him, too, it was maybe, also, just sex.

I was the adult. The one who knew better. The one who knew that a crash was inevitable and would be painful.

I must take care not to damage this boy. This sweet, sexy boy.

My imaginings were interrupted by light tapping at the door. I checked my phone. Ten PM.

There he was at the door, big smile on his face. "Hi."

"Hello," I said. "It's late. Maybe we should do the cakes tomorrow." I squinted at him.

"I'm here now." He gave me a frowning, simpering face, then grinned again. "And I want to learn how to ice cakes."

I couldn't help but smile back, and he entered.

He moved into the main room, dropped his bag, then used the restroom. I waited for him to emerge, standing halfway to the small kitchen.

He noticed the closed door, and nodded toward it. "Boyfriend's at home?"

"He's not my boyfriend. My roommate. Raphael. And yes, he is here. So, no funny stuff. Right?"

"Oh." His face was initially disappointed, but then it brightened. Seems I had cleared up the mysterious potential threat of a cuckolded boyfriend. He had processed that... and concluded that fucking was yet on the menu for tonight.

What had I expected? I had wanted Rapha to make some kind of play, as a plausible boyfriend or something, to ward off this boy, to end this wrong relationship. But, like usual, Rapha had pursued his own course -- one that was not helpful to me at all. Perhaps Rapha wanted this beautiful boy for his own. But even a gay overture probably would have been sufficient to stop things between me and the teen.

Instead, Rapha was missing in action, sequestered behind his door. Not helpful.

Josh moved into the kitchen, surveyed the dark chocolate devil's food and white angel food cakes we had made earlier in the day. "These look pretty good, right?"

"Absolutely. I think you beat the batter just the right amount. The cakes turned out beautifully." I licked my lips absentmindedly as I remembered his bare torso, muscles twisting as he beat the batter in the bowls.

He turned, came closer, then crowded me against the counter and sought my lips with his own. The boy was growing bolder and more forward with every encounter.

And, my traitorous kitty was thrilled. This boy loved my body, he loved to fuck.

"Hey, no funny stuff. Remember?" My adult self was still firmly in charge.

He silenced me with his tongue in my mouth. My traitorous body clung to him, rubbing my mons against his growing erection, hidden in his pants.

He moved his hands to my titties, pinching the little points, and pulling at them through my shirt.

My confession: After he had ripped open my button-down shirt earlier today, I had switched to a pullover. Ripping would be almost impossible. But... somehow... I had failed to put on a bra.

Doh.

And, to a teenager, no bra meant full access, ready to go.

Did I mean to send that message? Part of me said yes, part of me, the stodgy part, said no.

Regardless, his hands were on my titties, and I was loving it.

"Get this off," he growled.

"What?" I asked with mock innocence. "This shirt? You are a naughty boy. Naughty boy. Remember, I said no funny stuff."

"I am serious, this is not funny stuff. It's serious," he replied. His fingers pulled more savagely at my tingling titty points. Then he bent away from his french kiss, leaned down to bite my pointed nipple through the fabric. "I don't want to wreck another shirt today. Ripping. But I am going to... chew... these tits. Make you shivver."

He pushed his boner into my body, sliding left and right to accentuate it to me. He slid over my mons, my body pinned against the counter. "Fuck, you make me horny," he said.

I stood there as he feasted on my right nipple, then the left.. He couldn't see my face, but I was smiling, happy. This boy wanted me, my body. Insistently. My kitty was flooding with arousal.

His saliva had left tell-tale rings at the ends of my boobs.

Summoning my will, I pushed him away. "No, sorry, no. We can't do this. I think you are hot, and I love the sex, but Josh. It's just sex. No more."

"I want you, I love your feeling, when you cum, how you make me feel."

"I can't. We can't. Do sex. Here. Now. Cannot."

He stepped back, eyes tightly, fiercely engaged with mine.

I smiled. "You are hot, you are good. But, no sex. Not now. We cannot."

"No?"

"No."

He shifted his boner in his pants, then, somehow, his body changed its stance. Not aggressive. Not hungry. Somehow, he had changed. Relaxed. Not sexy.

"OK," he said.

"OK?"

"Yeah, I mean, no means no, right?" He shook his head slightly, from side to side.

"OK," I said. I watched him.

"Fine, let's ice the cakes," he said, as his face brightened.

"No funny stuff," I said. I used a large fake scowl to accentuate my words.

He rolled his eyes. "OK, I mean, OK? Right?" he said. He turned to survey the cakes again.

From behind his shoulder, I asked, "How many layers do you want to have? And, do you want to mix the layers of chocolate and white cakes? Alternating?"

"You can do that?"

"Sure, here, we will cut each layer in half, through the cake. Then we can stack them, with icing in between."

He shifted his boner again, then bent to task, carefully slicing with my longest knife. He bent to keep his eyes at the level of the cut.

"Don't let the knife twist. Keep it rock solid straight. Otherwise, the cake will be crooked."

His hand was not straight, and the knife was deviating.

"Stop."

"What?" His face looked crestfallen, overly defensive.

"It's OK, OK?" I soothed. "But, see here? The knife is starting to go wonky. So, just stop. We will use a different way that will work better."

He put the knife down. I think the boner in his pants had finally deflated. My traitorous kitty was still hot, but I had full control of my body, my emotions. My adult self. Full control, I told myself.

I pulled out a sharp string -- really just a long piece of dental floss -- and gave him both ends. I placed the bare cake between stacked cutting boards to make a straight line. "Make the string tight. Then, use these to make your cut level and straight."

He wasn't sure how to hold the string and the cake and his hands, all at once. I reached around his shoulders to guide his hands. "Roll the string around your fingers, then hold the ends down on each board. Pull it tight. Like that. Yes. Good. Good. Now, saw."

The cake was moving slightly. I moved my hand over and around his arm to hold the cake down. I couldn't help but inhale the scent of his hair as I embraced him from behind.

Fuck. This boy smelled... male, manly, pheromone, faint spice of his soap. He smelled... good. Arousing.

He turned his head as my telltale inhalation tickled his scalp. Had my titties grazed his back? On accident? Did he notice?

"Hey, pay attention," he said. "No funny stuff, right?"

I pushed him into the counter with my hips. "No funny stuff."

"Hey," he said.

I laughed.

"Get those cakes cut," I said. I backed off a bit, watching him work. I focused on his ass, twisting enticingly as he sawed the cake layers.

Fuck, this boy was hot.

He turned to look at me, and immediately focused on my pointed nipples, bare under my shirt. He grinned, licked his lips wantonly. "Two can play this game," he said. He made a very exaggerated circuit of his lips with his tongue. Then he grinned and blew me a kiss.

I pulled out a large cake plate and set it down next to him. "Now, put a dab of icing to hold it, and then put one layer here. Start with the devil's food, it's more substantial and will hold up better."

He focused on his effort. The icing was fluid, smooth.

I reached around his shoulder again, holding his hand to guide the knife as he spread the icing over the dark cake surface. The cake crumb stayed in place, and the icing layer was thin, even and unblemished.

This time, my titty points dragged across his back. No accident.

"Good boy," I breathed in his ear. "You are doing so well."

He turned to kiss me.

"Hey, no funny stuff," I said, as I bumped his body into the counter. "Focus." I think he had a boner again.

He turned back to his task.

I lifted my head. Strange. Tapping noises from the front door?

"Did you hear that?" I asked.

"What? Hear what?" He was concentrating on his icing, carefully adding alternating layers to the cake stack.

I dropped my hand along his ass, carressing, as I turned to leave the kitchen. I knew it was wrong, but... well, it was a very very fine ass.

There was a single figure at the door. I opened it to find a blonde teen girl.

"Is Josh here? I mean, do I have the right place? For icing cakes?"

What? I stood there, stunned for a few seconds, as my stomach did flip-flops of guilt. Had I been caught seducing a teen boy? Was I going to be in trouble, somehow? "Um. Yes, he is here. Who are you?"

She looked at me. The girl was pretty, hair in braids, blonde wisps framing her light complexion and too-short nose. She was wearing garish red lipstick, an incongruous bloody scar in that otherwise pristine natural beauty.

"Josh?" she called around me. I blocked the door to keep her from entering.

And then, unexpectedly, Josh was right behind me. "Mikayla, good, you found it."

She looked at me, then him, weirdly. I turned to find that Josh had removed his shirt and was now bare-chested.

"What?" I asked, still not quite clear about the situation unfolding here in my doorway. One thing, though, I was starting to think that maybe this random girl at my doorway was -- involved. With Josh. Somehow.

Involved. Like, sexually involved.

"Why don't you have a shirt on?" asked Mikayla.

My personal equilibrium and my seduction / non-seduction in progress suddenly burst into metaphorical flames, both of them. A green hint of corrosive jealousy swirled up from the depths of my belly.

"It's hot in here," he said. His face was smirking slightly, as all three of us knew that the room temperature was... normal... in the apartment.

The girl looked pointedly at the still-wet rings of saliva around the ends of my titties in my braless shirt.

My face began to redden with embarrassment. I stood there, dumbly.

"Sure," she said, sarcastically. Mikayla pushed past me into the main room, and the half-naked Josh followed her.

I closed the door quietly and followed them, my mind whirling with random flotsam. Who was this? His girlfriend? Had he been cheating on her? With me? What was happening here tonight? Had Josh... invited... her to come? Here? Why? Why had she come?

The two were in the kitchen. Together, right in front of the cakes. Right where Josh and I had been only a few minutes ago.

Mikayla was facing the counter, and Josh was behind her, guiding the knife in her hand, and the two of them were icing the top layer of the cake. She giggled, and he bent his head to inhale the scent of her hair.

Jealousy flared in my guts.

Why the fuck had Josh invited her here? Was it innocent? To learn to ice cakes? Could it possibly be innocent?

Nah. Fuck no. This was something more. More seductive. It was... It was all about the sex. Right? Just sex.

And, then I had the thought... Who had I been kidding? Trying to protect this boy? To end this relationship with this sweet, innocent, lonely boy?

Why?

Fuck no. He was not at risk at all. He... had something... with this girl. Not lonely. Not innocent. Not his first time.

It was me... now... who was at risk. My feelings. My... jealousy.

I moved into the kitchen, close to Josh and Mikayla. I watched them as he guided her hand to ice the sides of the cake. Expertly.

What? Where had he learned that? To... ice the sides of the cake? To spin the plate to keep the round cake sides smooth, consistent, and even?

Was this whole thing a ruse? Was I the... innocent? My face reddened again in embarrassment. Had I been gulled? In this relationship with a teen boy?

I thought to myself, I have two choices. Either, I could... get angry, blow up, throw them out. Or... I could join. Go with the flow. Enjoy the situation. No matter how it had been set up.

Doh.

I was horny, and the two of them together... were hot. Sexy. My jealousy gave way to uncertainty. Was I reading this situation correctly? Were they... inviting me? Somehow?

I moved even closer and inhaled the scent of his hair again. I rubbed my clothed nipples against his bare back.

I thought, I don't care. I don't care if I was deceived. I wanted it. I wanted his body. His sex.

He bumped his hips back into me. Then he bumped his hips and his prick into the taut, athletic ass of the girl standing in front of him. She giggled again.

Fuck. Was I reading this correctly? This boy was.... greedy. Two of us. At once?

I lifted my semi-wet shirt and dropped it to the floor. The two teens continued with their icing activity as if they had heard nothing.

I rubbed my now-bare titties on Josh's muscular back. He bumped his hips backward into me.

Then he turned the girl around toward him and kissed her, hard, with tongue. And he pushed his stiff prick onto her, through their clothes, trapping her against the counter.

I thought incongruously that Mikayla's braids were trailing awfully close to the newly-iced cake. She and Josh were going to ruin the cake with their negligence.

I felt her arms move around my bare back as she embraced both of us. She giggled. "Do you think she is ready, Josh?" she asked.

What?

Josh reached around her to the pristine, smooth cake. He used his hand to scoop out a piece and then fed it into her mouth.

He had just ruined the cake. What the fuck?

"Yes," he said, simply. "She is."

What? Was this a planned seduction? Of me?

"You are making me so horny," the girl giggled around the sweetness of the cake and icing in her mouth. The icing and the white and dark cake contrasted with the garish red of her lipstick.

Josh reached into the now-damaged cake again, and pulled another piece away. Then he turned, pushed me back a bit, and crushed the cake onto my nipple. Then my second nipple.

Mikayla giggled wildly. "Titty icing," she said. She reached out with her hand, smearing the icing harder into my taut peaks, then along the underside of my boob.

Josh pulled back, and looked at both of us. "You have too many clothes on."

He growled at Mikayla, and pulled her shirt over her head. Yup, no bra. Just small, flat titties. Teenie titties. The aureolas were puffy, pinkish mounds sitting on their flat smooth skin. Mikayla's arrangements contrasted nicely with my own larger breasts, and I felt comfortable, proud, of my chest assets.

Josh looked back and forth between us. "Do me," he said.

I quickly reached down to his pants, unbuttoning the jeans. Mikayla's hands fumbled alongside mine, and we pulled his pant legs down together. His hard prick sprang up, still covered by his underwear. Josh kicked off his shoes.

"Now you," he said, and he reached to pull down Mikayla's leggings. I pulled my own jeans off. But I kept my white G-string on, shinnying it up to cup my sex. I had seen the power of that seductive string earlier today, and again, Josh's eyes followed it closely.

"Fuck," breathed out Mikayla, as she surveyed our little tableau.

Josh was pushing an erection tent in the front of his jockey shorts. Mikayla bounced it with her hand. "Fuck yeah," he said.

Her naked body matched him, tight little titties set on a smooth torso with athletic belly. And, her sex was neat, with a small patch of hair. Her pussy was bare, and beginning to glow with a flush of red arousal. Sexy.

Suddenly, I thought: Her, too. Because, why not? She was hot. And when would I ever do this again?

"OK, Joshie. You got your wish. Now what?" she asked.

He reached for the cake, pulling a large chunk of white and dark layers. He smeared it onto her tits, rubbed it in. His breathing was starting to shorten, almost panting.

She pulled his shorts off. "Do him," she said, looking at me.

I wondered a moment, what does she mean? Then I reached for the damaged cake, and smeared a large piece along his stiff shaft, along his balls and down between his legs.

"Do her," he said to me. I grabbed another piece of the dwindling cake, rubbed it along her belly and down into her sex, between her legs. My finger pushed cake deep into her. She twisted as I penetrated, and giggled.

"Now, lick her," he said. I bent and licked along her titties, then squatted to lick down along the cake smear I had just applied. Her pussy folds were filled with cake detritus. I licked, clearing some of the sticky. Her natural lubricant tasted musky and authentic compared to the overly sweet industrial flavor of the icing. Delicious.

Mikayla bent forward over me, ran her fingers under the string leading between my butt cheeks, and Josh applied his attention to my squatting rear as I continued to lick her, poking an icing-wetted finger in my bumhole.

"What are you doing, Joshie?"

"She likes it. And I like it. It... well... it makes for a big bang. Really big."

"Don't you want me to suck?"

"Not yet," he said. "I want to fuck you both. Soon. Right now, I think... I think you should do each other."

I stood, keeping one hand on Josh's cake-smeared prick. Mikayla's hands were wandering on my body, stroking lightly under my breasts, along my hips, under my buttocks. Under my G-string. Then, against my clitty. Dipping into my cunnie. Then out again.

The smeared cake had left a mess in my kitchen, crumbs and icing alternately sticky and slippery on the tile. There was cake left. I pulled a large piece and pushed it into

Josh's mouth.

"Fuck me Josh. Do it now." I pushed him back to the counter, turned and impaled my hot cunnie on his prick. The previous gobs of cake were now squashed into his pubes, making wet smears along his legs. And mine.

Mikayla settled for licking my titties, clearing some of the cake sticky off, as Josh stroked his boner into me.

He continued stroking, pulling at my cake smeared titties. But, he was't yet satisfied with our threesome.

Josh disengaged, pushing me forward into Mikayla. "I said, lick her, Mickayla." He wiggled his bottom onto the top of the counter, then pulled me up and impaled me again on his prick. This time, our sex was near eye-level to Mikayla. Josh pulled my legs apart, opening the action fully to her gaze as he fucked his hot teen prick into my wet, red sex.

"Lick," he commanded.

The girl bent her blonde head in, and licked his balls. Then my clit. She alternated as he stroked in and out. It was feeling good to me, very good, but I sensed Josh was getting impatient.

"He wants you to lick, lower," I said. I knew what he wanted. Rimming. Would she do it? Was it too... exotic? Disgusting?

She lifted and parted his legs, forcing my own legs wider than ever. Her hair tickled me slightly, but I couldn't see or feel what she was doing, except that Josh began to pant and then to huff.

"Yeah, yeah," he said. "That is good. Do it. Good."

Mikayla returned to licking my clitty. "Stay there," I said. "Do it, yeah. Side to side. Yeah, oh fuck. Oh yeah."

My little spasms joined to a larger single spasm, and my first orgasm was done. I tapped at Josh. "Now do her," I said.

I slipped off him and off the counter. I could see the red mark on his leg where the hard edge of the counter had pressed in.

I pulled the dishtowel and laid it on the floor. "You," I said to Mikayla. "Kneel there."

She complied. Josh struggled to get off the slippery counter, then stood entranced as I pulled at Mikayla's buttocks, baring her cake-covered asshole and cunt to his view. "Fuck her, her cunt is steaming for it," I said.

He lanced his hard prick deep into her red sex, slicing down and into her nakedness.

I leaned over and kissed him. "Oh you boyo, what a fucker you are. What a good fucker." Then, I reached under her and pulled savagely at her titties, stretching her puffy teats.

She began to buck back at him. And, he pushed the first knuckle of his finger into her asshole. She gasped, then bucked harder.

I moved around the two as they fucked in doggy, to the backside of Josh. I licked my finger, then added more slippery icing, and slipped it between his buttocks as he fucked her. I found the mark, and pushed it into his hole, massaging his prostate nubbin.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he grunted. "Fuck, that's what I like. Fuck, Layla. Fuck Mikayla. Fuck me. God you make me cum."

And his body began to jerk, spasms writhing along his whole length, from neck through his abdomen to his knees.

He pulled his dick out of her, and pulled my face toward his prick. Jets of sperm launched into my nose, my lips. Mikayla spun around to also share his bounty on her face, leaving milky dots along her cheekbones and the now-ruined lipstick.

Josh slumped against the counter, recovering his breath after that exertion. Mikayla gently licked his softening dick and belly, clearing away more of the destroyed cake. I stood back, enjoying the view of those two youthful athletic bodies in post-orgasm bliss.

I was startled as Rapha said, "Is this the boy? He is beautiful."

"What the fuck, Rapha? Don't you know when to knock? Or something?"

"You were shouting in the kitchen. You know, 'Fuck fuck fuck.' What did you expect me to do?"

"Stay in your room, asshole," I said. "Like any polite person would."

Mikayla held her hands in front of her breasts, alternating between them and her just-fucked sex. She looked between Rapha and her clothes.

"Rapha, go back to your room," I said. "Sorry for the interruption."

He turned, unhurriedly, and departed. He swung his pyjama-clad hips. Was he trying to come on to the boy? I rolled my eyes at his departing figure.

I looked at the girl, picked up her leggings and her shirt and handed them to her. "You can shower in my room, over there," I said.

Josh and I were alone again in the kitchen. I kissed him, then bent and kissed his soft dick.

"That was fun," I said. "But you already knew how to ice cakes, right?"

He smiled, sheepishly, "Maybe?"

"Who is this girl?" I asked. "And, did you... have this all planned out?"

"She is my roommate's girlfriend. Sort of. She and I... well, it's complicated. And, yes and no. We had talked about you, and umMFF... Mikayla wanted to meet the most sexy woman in the world. So, I brought her here."

I smiled, "That's so sweet to say."

He looked down at his cake-wrecked body. He licked his lips. "I need to clean up, too. And, you, too."

We moved to my room. I was careful to avoid all the furniture and the rug in the main room, but cake detritus was shed in our wake, staining the floor. I would need to clean everywhere the next day.

After our showers, as the two teens were readying for departure, Josh asked, "Next week. Can we make candy? Or something else?"

I rolled my eyes, "No funny business, then. Just baking. That's it."

He grinned.

Mikayla reached over to kiss me, then said, "My turn to bake for you, then."

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