Seth and I hit our sixth month anniversary together right as summer was starting and the reality was setting in that we wouldn't see each other every day. He had a summer job lined up mowing yards and I had a couple of trips lined up with my dad, who travels a lot for work. It was bittersweet for both of us, as we were always trying to find time to fuck. My parents had no clue I was no longer a virgin at sixteen, although Seth's parents knew and had no problem with it.
When we were at Seth's house, it was no problem sneaking to his bedroom or basement for some quick alone time. But at my house, my parents would not allow him in my room. That meant my bed was reserved for rare nights when both of my parents were out of the house. And Seth was working during school, too, so we often had to cram into the backseat of his car or find a quiet place to go like a park or on one occasion, a public bathroom stall. I had found that Seth always came much faster and harder in these random locations and while I had asked if he was into that, he never would admit it.
It was the night before summer break and Seth had invited me over for dinner, my parents requesting that I be home no later than 8:00. Seth's mom was a fantastic cook, but her dinners often weren't ready until 7:30, which often gave us time to spend alone upstairs. However, Seth instead just wanted to cuddle on the couch binge watching Daredevil, which was weird to me because he had a boner, which he kept pressing into my back.
"Do you want to go upstairs?" I whispered, craining my neck to kiss him. Looking into his dreamy brown eyes, running my hand through his long dark hair.
"Not right now." He responded this way several times and I was confused. Seth also kept looking behind the couch into the kitchen to see if his mom was still there. She was baking chicken and starting to boil pasta.
"Hey Seth, I gotta step away to work on a report. Can you keep an eye on the pasta and drain it if I'm not back in time?" She dashed out of the kitchen and Seth got up, taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen. Standing near the pasta, Seth grabbed me around the waist, his boner poking between my legs through his sweatpants as he kissed me, lifting up my shirt. I moaned a displeased sound in his mouth, but he ignored it, pulling my bra down and pinching my nipples pressed against the kitchen counter, the heat from the boiling water blazing near my right hand as I braced myself against it.
"'Let's go to your room," I suggested as Seth began sucking my tits in the exposed kitchen, his dad upstairs and mom in her home office around the corner, guaranteed to be coming back eventually. Seth's hands cupped my ass and I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he picked me up. I thought he was talking me to his room, but instead he went to the half bathroom just off the kitchen, closing the door and resting my ass on the sink counter.
"What are we doing in here?" I whispered as he peeled my pants off. He silenced me with his finger on my lips, as his other hand began to rub my pussy, parting my lips with his index finger and sliding it in and out, my ankles bound by my bunched pants, which he helped pull all the way off as he bent down to eat me out. As his tongue began to part my lips, I heard his mom return to the kitchen.
"Seth? Are you here?" He pulled his lips away from my pussy for a second.
"I'm in the bathroom." Seth returned to licking my my pussy, tongue fucking me as I tried to stay very quiet.