"We have enough time, right?" Grace asked, noticing him looking at the clock.

"I think so, although I have an idea," Stephen grinned.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, can you make it so that we have privacy in my room together? So that no noise escapes from the room, and to anyone else, it looks empty like I'm not there?"

Grace let out a little giggle, "You're so close, but you're missing an important part to that wish."

Stephen's brow wrinkled, "I am?"

"Here's a hint: what must every wish contain?"

"Oh, that's right! I wish for all of that so that we can have s.e.x without being discovered!"

"Much better," grinned Grace. "Done! Your room is practically soundproof now. And we won't be discovered."

"Perfect," whispered Stephen. Now what?

As if on cue, Grace grabbed his hand, and they walked the short distance to his bedroom. She shut the door behind him. Before he had a chance to even turn around to look at her, she was closing the distance, and immediately pressed her lips to his in an intense show of pa.s.sion.

Stephen let his arms slip around her torso, and returned the kiss with equal amounts of enthusiasm and pa.s.sion. When her lips parted, he slipped his tongue in to greet hers. When her fingers slid through his hair, he responded by pulling her body tighter against him. She moaned against his lips, before slowly pulling away.

"I hope you don't mind," she said, trying to catch her breath. "I've been wanting to do that since we left your grandparents' house."

"I've thought of little else since this morning," he admitted.

"I know," she giggled. "Did you forget I can read your mind?"

"I guess I did," he laughed. "Okay, what am I thinking now?"

"Well, that's easy. You want my clothes on the floor, p.r.o.nto."

"d.a.m.n, you're good," he chuckled.

Grace began to lift her s.h.i.+rt as if on command, but stopped before completing it. "I want you to do it, if that's okay? You should be the one to undress your gift."

"Okay," He whispered, somewhat nervously. He reached his trembling hands out to grab the hem of her blouse, and helped her slowly pull it over her head. Her light brown hair spilled out of the collar, falling on either side of her shoulders, now only covered by the straps on her bra. Stephen tossed the blouse on his floor.

"My shorts now. Please, Stephen?" Grace looked at him with vulnerable eyes, something that was an immense turn on for him. He reached out to unb.u.t.ton her jean shorts, and slowly lowered the zipper. Grace bit her lip as they fell past her hips, bunching on the floor.

Stephen was speechless, getting his first full gaze of the surprise underneath that she had created for him. The only clothes Grace was left wearing was a matching set of white lace lingerie. The bra, which he had the brief glance of earlier, hugged her t.i.ts perfectly. He could just make out the hint of her nipples contained beneath, begging for attention. His eyes cast down her body further, taking in the floral pattern thong that so hugged her hips and hinted at the treasure underneath.

"Was it worth the wait?" Grace asked in a slightly breathless voice.

"I have no words," stammered Stephen, unable to take his eyes off of her.

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"That's what I was hoping you'd say," she smiled, warmly. She closed the distance between them once more, planting a soft, lingering kiss on his lips. Then, he felt her hands against the hem of his own s.h.i.+rt.

"May I?"

"You don't have to," started Stephen, feeling very self-conscious at the thought of being exposed to her. His body was not even close to being in the same league as hers.

"I want to, Stephen. I've thought about nothing else since this morning."

"O-okay then," he replied, and then slowly raised his arms.

Grace took the cue to pull up his s.h.i.+rt, pulling the fabric over his head and tossing it on the floor. Her eyes gazed downward to his chest, where a slight playful smile formed on her lips.

She bit her lip before making eye contact with him, "Perfect."