Sex LESSONS

thirteen

    ~Emily's POV~
"Shh!" He demands. "You're the one yelling." I stated. He accidentally drops the bag, making flour fly everywhere; sending a loud thud throughout the house.

He snorts, and watches as I get covered in flour. "Grayson what the fuck?" I ask.

"Sorry." He says laughing through his nose. I throw some of the flour in him, and he instantly stops laughing making me giggle evilly.

"Seriously. I took a shower like five minutes ago." He stated. "And?" I ask.

He narrows his eyes at me and throws flour in my face. "You got it in my nose." I stated waving my hands, cause I couldn't see.

"And?" He asks. I nod slowly. "Okey." I say. I use his shirt to wipe the flour from my eyes.

I look up at him, and he's about to pour more on me but I push it on him.

He coughs. "That was a flop." He stated, spitting into the sink.

"You're going to wake someone up." I stated. "Doubt it." He replied.

He hands me a napkin[tish] to wipe my face. "Do you know how to do the thing where they throw the dough in the air, and do the shit with the pizza?" He asks.

"Uhm?" I say. "No." I stated. He demonstrates with his hands. "The pizza shit?" He asks.

"No... I don't." I reply. "You're great help." He stated. I smile. "I know." He replied.

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After fourth five minutes of struggle we manage to figure out how to do the dough.

I giggle as he struggles to pick the dough up. He pulls it and I breaks apart.

"Oh my god." He groans. "Oh, we can have pizza- bread sticks." He stated. "Yes!" I agree.

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We put them in the oven, and cleaned up our mess while we waited. We finish cleaning.

Still practically covered in flour, he washes his hands and sighs gratefully. "We did it!" He stated.

"I did it." He corrected himself. "Uh. No. I did a lot to ya know." I stated picking his chest. "Yeah. But not as much as me!" He pointed out.

"But I did something." I stated. "Yeah you did." He replied. "That's all that matters." I say. He nods.

"Yeah." He agrees. "But we can both agree that I did the most work." He said proudly. I roll my eyes, laughing slightly.

I see him quickly glance at my lips. Our faces, inches apart. I feel myself leaning in.

"I uh-" He says quietly; still staring down at my lips. He leans in slightly. Just as our lips are about to touch, he moves away from me.

"What?" I ask, completely unaware of what his deal is. "Nothing." He lies. "Then kiss me!" I demand, and make him face me.

He was about to decline. I saw it in his expression, but he never did. Instead, without warning he connected his lips with mine, lifting me up and sitting me down on the counter.

He stands between my legs, and his hands- resting on my waist, as he kisses me roughly.

I feel his warm hands trail up my body, and caress me gently.

Before we could get into anything heated I hear someone clear their throat behind us, and we pull away instantly.

Grayson looks down at the floor, and I bite my lip, avoiding eye contact.

I turn to see who it was and it was Cameron, with a smug look on her face. "Are you Ethan's date? Or Grayson's?" She asks. "Neither." She says mocking me, and the conversation we had earlier.

"I'm not." I object. Then I realize I'm not wearing any pants, in Grayson's shirt- and on the kitchen counter where Grayson and I just kissed.

She raises an eyebrow and walks over propping up her elbows on the counter. "So how long have you two been a thing? I'm interested." She stated.

"We're not a 'thing'. It was just-" Grayson looks at me but immediately back at Cameron. "It was just the moment." He stated.

Well ouch.
One minute he likes me the next I'm his trash.

Feels good!

"Yeah. The moment." I agree, still sounding slightly hurt. But I'm not even going to worry about it. About him. About Grayson.

Cameron nods slowly. "Hmmm." She hums raising her eyebrows.

Awkward silence fills, the already tension filled, air. No one speaks, or makes eye contact. You could only hear the sound of the rain pouring down on the windows, outside.

The oven beeps -scaring the shit out of me- but also breaking the unbearable silence.

Grayson grabs an oven mitt and takes the pepperoni, sauce, and cheese, filled bread sticks out.

I'm pissed at this boy, but his ideas are genius. And I'm starving.

Cameron walks over and grabs one eyeballing Grayson and I. "Continue your little rondeau. I'm going upstairs." She stated.

Within seconds she was gone, and it was just Grayson and I. Alone, in this kitchen again.

Grayson stands across from me, and the oven between us. I see Grayson stare down at my bare legs. A visible bulge from his shorts; he shifts to try and hide it.

I stare at the bread sticks, then at Grayson.

Then at the bread sticks again. Then once more at Grayson. Them bread sticks look goooood. But Grayson looks betterrrrr.

This is the hardest choice I've had to make.
Pun intended.

I hop off the counter and start to walk upstairs. Fuck the bread sticks. And fuck Grayson too.

I still love you though. Food<3

He wants to dis me like that, then go ahead. I'm going to sleep! Just as I get to the staircase he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

I squeal slightly. He throws me down on his bed and shuts his room door.

I lay back on his bed and he hovers me. He kisses down my jaw to my neck, but back to my ear.

"You're lucky you're a virgin." He whispered, as he kiss down my jaw.

I don't have to be anymore!

...What? Why am I wet?