Aimee and Georgia cuddled together for a moment more then disentangled as the sounds from Georgia's parents room subsided. "Georgia babe, what say we get a bit to eat...uh...I mean actually eat."
"You don't want to shower first?" Georgia asked.
Aimee shook her head, blushing a bit, "No, I like the feel of your juices on my face."
Georgia giggled, "Then I won't shower either. Grab your robe."
The teens got up off the bed and threw on their robes. Bill and Alice didn't mind a bit of nudity, having tried a nudist colony just after they married. If it weren't for Bill getting the job in Hope they might still have been there. But Alice's rule was Robes at the Table, no questions.
They walked out of Georgia's room noticing Bill and Alice entangled still on their bed. Alice waved, which Georgia responed to with her own wave. Aimee looked away a little embarrased at the fact she saw Bill, her freshmen History teacher in most of his glory.
They got to the kitchen, Georgia taking a seatat the table. She pulled Aimee over and the smaller girl straddled her lover and put her arm around her neck. "So waddaya want?" Aimee the aspiring chef asked.
"Fried eggs. sunny side up, toast and turkey sausage." Georgia answered.
"Oh, well let's not tax my skills or anything."
"I don't wanna tire you out, aren't you supposed to be doing the grill for Carla's party?"
"Awww, always looking out for me."
"I wouldn't be a good lover if I didn't!"
"Mmm, yes you would be my Nubian Goddes."
"Aren't you supposed to be cooking my Asian Empress."
"I better start before we use up our terms of endearment, my love."
"That ones my fave."
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