The Spirit of Lust (Ch. 161 - 170)

Chapter 161: Second day of work.

I never enjoyed the act of washing dishes. I was never against it, but I never found it fun like some people claimed. That was until I realized it was a break from having to wait on tables.

Being a waiter was stressful, I had learned. It was nerve wracking and busy. Washing dishes, on the other hand, was quiet and peaceful. A pile of dirty dishes and cups was a welcome sight because it meant I didn't have to deal with customers and could leave it to my boss for a while.

Pro tip: When you don't enjoy every second of your job, learn to appreciate the more peaceful moments. It won't make it all better, but it'll help recharge your batteries for a moment until your shift ends. That advice comes from older me.

The pile of dishes, however, disappeared as I set the last one to dry. Peaceful times were over.

Maria walked into the kitchen, or more like peeked her head inside. "Oliver, another group came in. Are you done with the dishes?"

"Yes. I'll see them right away," I answered.

"Thanks!"

The door to the kitchen was behind the counter. I walked out and saw Maria working on an order for a group of girls from my school. The new group she mentioned was yet another three girls from my school, still in their uniforms. That made it eight customers in the shop right now.

I took a second to brace myself. My heart was pounding already. This was my second day working here, and I still couldn't fully get used to dealing with customers. That first Saturday, however, was eye-opening in many ways. I felt more ready now than I did last time.

"Welcome to our shop," I greeted with a small smile. I still remembered Maria's warning about me frowning too much, but I feared too big a smile would just make me end up looking creepy. Please don't laugh, but I tried practicing in front of a mirror last night and managed to get something decent. So far, the gentle welcome seemed to be working well.

"Th-Thank you," one of the girls said, blushing, and her friends giggled to themselves as they took their seats at table six.

The girls looked younger than me. They were from my school, but I didn't know them. Sophomores, by the looks of it. They shared knowing grins as they looked at me.

I took their orders, now writing them as abbreviations to get it done faster. I wrote them as full words on my first day, and that took a lot of time. Now I was going for something like this:

-T6: Fr. T+Lat; Chck+Moch; Dnt+esp.

That meant: Table six, fruit tart + latte; cheesecake + mocha; donut + espresso.

So long as I understood it, it was fine to get weird abbreviations, and it helped save time.

"I'll be back in a moment, then," I told them, keeping my formal smile and going back to get the order ready. Even if I didn't feel it, I had to at least try to look as calm as I could. Remember, people come here to have a relaxing time, not to be glared at.

Maria was going over to table eight with a full tray, so I got the juice and all the pastries ready before she came back to ask her to prepare the coffee. I had learned to operate the machine, but coffee duties were still the boss'.

As I walked with the tray to table six, my ears caught more giggling from table eight. The three girls there were looking at me, too. Ignore, ignore, ignore. Let it get to you and you're bound to trip, make a fool of yourself, and worst of all, owe Maria for wasted food and broken cups.

I was serving the cups and plates when one of the girls, the most outgoing of the bunch, apparently, spoke to me with a flirty grin.

"Hey, you go to our school, right? What's your name?"

I felt my chest freezing and a knot forming inside my throat. It was one thing to greet and thank people, to take their orders and wish for them to enjoy themselves. I could look at it as nothing but business, and that helped me relax enough to get it done. But making conversation with strangers? Nope, still not quite there.

NEVERTHELESS! I couldn't run away. It wasn't an option at all. I couldn't be rude, either, so ignoring them now was out of the question. I had to watch my words. Be polite, smile, act sure of yourself. Fake it until you make it, as they say.

I widened my formal smile just a bit more as I answered. "Yes, I go to the same school. I'm Oliver. If you need anything, just call."

I gave them a little nod that was just short of a bow. That sent the girls into another giggling fit and allowed me to safely retreat without seeming rude. Once behind the counter again, the tension on my shoulders left. Somewhat. And as I relaxed, I began to think of what I had just done.

That was... good, right? It felt good. I didn't think I did anything uncalled for, I gave my name in a polite way, I smiled and offered to serve as best I could. But those giggles... Could they have been laughing at me for something weird I said or did?

"Very nice, very nice," Maria praised me. "You're handling yourself so much better today. No stuttering, and you have a very nice smile. Yes, keep that up, Oliver."

A genuine smile crossed my lips as pride swelled inside me. It wasn't wrong to do that. I'd done well. If I could keep this up, then...

"But you know..." Maria muttered, glancing around at the customers in her shop. "I didn't expect it to work THIS well. Word spreads fast."

The bell at the door rang, and every muscle in my body tensed up again. I turned around to greet our new customer, and all that tension went down the drain when I saw it was Thomas who was coming in.

"Yo!" he greeted me with a big grin and a casual hand wave. "Busy day, by the looks of it."

"Thankfully," Maria answered.

"H-Hello, ma'am!"

I held back my snicker. The moment he addressed her, he got all stiff.

"Here to cheer on your friend?" she asked.

"W-Well, yeah," Thomas laughed. "Never in my life would I have imagined him as a waiter. I can't help but worry."

"Have you boys known each other long?" she asked.

"No, not even a year," Thomas admitted. "But we get along."

"That's nice. Well, what will you have?"

"Um... An espresso and some cookies, please."

"Coming right up."

Maria went over to the display to gather the cookies for his order, and Thomas' eyes followed her like they were glued to her.

"Well, that's an improvement over last time," I said, grinning and leaning on the counter.

"Shut the fuck up." He groaned and hid his face in his hand. "I'm here to check up on you."

"Uh-huh."

"Oh, you don't believe me, do you?"

"That excuse won't last you very long."

"... Have some mercy, man." Thomas' shoulders dropped in resignation.

"Sorry, sorry." I chuckled.

"It's not that I'm going to... Ugh, it's stupid, okay? I just... felt like coming here after practice."

"Thank you for your patronage."

"I liked you more when you were quiet," he grumbled and went over to a small table while I laughed.

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Chapter 162: At home with the family.

My shift ended and I went back home hardly believing it myself, yet the money in my pocket was proof of it. $62 in tips alone on my second day of work, more than double what I made last time.

Maria was so right. Attitude really was key to getting good tips. We didn't even have as many customers as that first Saturday, but those I did serve left pretty generous tips.

Again, I don't fucking know if $62 is a lot of money for tips, but it was a lot to me. I had my savings, which I'd gathered through the years by skipping on most of the luxuries I wanted, but even then it wasn't that much. A few months of working would let me match my savings account right now, not counting tips.

Money aside, though, I felt like I'd made solid, tangible progress as a person today. I could be a waiter. I still had to learn more, be willing to put myself out there, even if it was damn frightening, but I could do it. It wasn't easy, but if I focused on doing my job properly, I could temporarily outrun the crippling thoughts of shame and worry.

One important thing I'd noticed was that being formal and polite was easier than trying to be likable. Not easy, but easier. It also wasn't the same, but there was some overlap. I didn't need to try to become friends with the customers, but treat them with warmth and respect, and THAT was something I knew I could do.

I got home and walked through the front door. Reaching the house made me realize how tired I was. Maybe going to the gym before work wasn't the best idea, but I'd keep it like that for a while, see how things went.

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Isabelle was wearing a loose T-shirt and dolphin shorts, already in lazy-mode, and was carrying Cake in her arms.

"There! He's home! Are you happy now?" she asked the cat.

Cake meowed, and the moment she was set on the floor, she ran to me and started attacking my shoes. I shot Isabelle a curious look.

"She's been meowing at your door for like half an hour," she explained. "I tried to distract her with toys and food, but she wouldn't leave the hallway, and if I picked her up, she just ran back."

I kneeled and started scratching Cake around the neck. She purred and meowed a lot. I wanted to pick her up, but it wouldn't be a good idea to get cat hair on my work clothes.

"Why does she seem so attached to you?" Isabelle asked. "Not fair."

"They say animals have good instincts," I said, walking past my sister to the stairs. Cake followed behind me.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"No idea."

I started going up the stairs and looked back down to see how Cake struggled to follow. Isabelle was about to go grab her to help her up, but I stopped her.

"Let her," I said. "She can do it."

"It'll take her too long."

"I'm not in a hurry. Are you?"

Isabelle simply crossed her arms and watched. Cake went up slowly, claws grabbing onto the carpeted steps one by one. As she caught up, I went up two more steps, then again and again. When we reached the top, Isabelle rushed up and lifted Cake in the air, laughing and showering her with pets.

"Oh my God! You're amazing!" she praised her. Cake meowed victoriously at her own accomplishment.

"See?" I told her.

"Oliver." Mom's voice startled me. She came out of her bedroom at the very end of the halfway, wearing her sweater dress. "How was work today?"

I smiled. "I think I learned a lot today. I also earned good tips."

Mom grinned. "Did you now? I don't know which I should be happier for. Did you eat?"

"No, not yet."

"I'll go heat up your food, then. Go get changed."

As I was going into my room, though, Cake tried to follow me in. And here's the thing: she may be an animal, but I'm still not gonna get naked in front of her.

"Sorry. Wait a minute," I said before closing the door and leaving her out.

"You're mean, Oliver!" Isabelle called from the other side.

"And you spoil her too much."

I was going to have to learn ways to correctly train a cat. I still remembered how Cake hissed at Mila, Grace and Sarah the day before, and we couldn't encourage that behavior. Reward the good, discourage the bad. But how do you punish a cat for bad behavior? Not hitting it, I hoped. I'd have to read about it.

I went down to the kitchen, again with Cake slowly following down the stairs. If she didn't look so much like a cat, I'd think she was a dog.

Mom had my dinner ready at the table. I sat down to eat and she sat across from me to keep me company. Cake was playing with her mouse under the table.

"What do you think about having a pet so far?" mom asked me.

"Hard to say. It's been like two days." I eyed the grilled chicken breast and salad with hunger and dug in immediately. "I didn't expect her to take to us so quickly, though."

"Right?" Mom chuckled. "I expected her to be a bit more... feral? I guess she had a home before she was abandoned."

It was a heartbreaking thought. Even if you didn't or couldn't have a cat, how could you just throw it away to its fate? I looked down at the kitten biting on the toy mouse's tail. I wanted to try raising her correctly, but maybe spoiling her every once in a while wasn't that bad.

I let Cake sleep with me that night. She curled up next to my pillow as we went to sleep, and when I woke up that next morning, she was curled up on my chest.

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Chapter 163: Intermission - A secret job (Part 1).

Most Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and almost every Saturday night, like now, at 10:00 pm, the channel went live for three to four hours.

"Good evening everyone. Welcome to tonight's stream. I hope you're all having a wonderful time," she spoke in a cheery and sweet voice.

She was known on the platform by the username Yuria. Her microphone had a filter to subtly alter the pitch of her voice, making it a little higher, and she never showed herself with a webcam. Instead, she addressed her live audience through what was popularly known as a V-Tuber avatar.

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[Chatroom]

-Badercarl: Good evening, Yuria!

-ConsoleAim: Sup!

-YuriaSIMP01: Good evening, queen!

-Fpsua: Yay! Stream night!

-Realian: Holy shit! First time I get to catch one of these live!

-Liquita: Hello, Yuria! How're you doing tonight?

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"First time you catch a stream live? Welcome, then! I hope you have a fun time. I'm doing well, Liquita, thank you. A little tired since it's been a busy week, but it's been good. I'll tell you all later."

The avatar that represented her was an expensive, high quality rig. The very first V-Tuber avatar she ever saw was a cheap thing that looked outright creepy in her opinion. When she decided to use one for her streams, she wanted to avoid any kind of uncanny valley, creepiness or low quality, so she commissioned from the best she could find.

The avatar was that of a woman. Just a normal woman. No animal or paranormal features of any kind as she saw on many others. It did have that distinct anime style, though. It was dressed in a black, cropped leather jacket and a white t-shirt underneath. She asked for the avatar to have long, white hair, blue eyes and a moderately large chest. That last one was a feature she had to think a lot about before making the commission. At first she wanted her avatar to have a super flat chest in order for it to be the complete opposite to her real-life self, but she feared slipping one day and saying she had a big chest when her avatar was flat. Sometimes she wished she had gone through with it, fearing it was something that might help someone make a connection and find her out. But it was done now.

Her avatar, Yuria, was very expressive and with nice physics. Yes, yes, the boobies had a nice jiggle to them, but she loved how the jacket and hair movements looked very natural and without any clipping. The expressions weren't exaggerated and looked good, too. She was happy with it.

"So, today we'll start with some GG for a while, maybe just an hour. If any of you guys want to hop in, feel free!" Yuria said to her online audience, smiling and sounding excited. "Then we'll continue the main story for XIV. Good thing it's a Saturday, because that might go for a bit longer until we find a good stopping point."

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[Chatroom]

-Fpsua: Wooooo!! GG!!

-YuriaSIMP01: Damn, I'm watching from my phone today.

-Badercarl: Cool. I fucking suck at fighting games, though.

-Liquita: You're about to reach such a good part in XIV!!

-ResourceHealer: So excited!

-Badgeni: Yuria, when's the next model kit review?

-Weebools: Why GG? Play SF instead!

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"'I suck at fighting games, though.' That's fine, that's fine!" Yuria assured cheerfully, first reading the message she was replying to. "Not like I'm that good."

"'Play SF instead.' No, I like GG more, and I'm in the mood for it. Maybe another time."

"'When's the next model kit review?' Next week without delay. I finished building it already, but I haven't finished editing the footage. Spoilers, it's a good kit. Super solid, so I'm really happy with it."

When she first started this whole streaming thing, she was extremely nervous. It was hard to find a topic to talk about, she worried people were bored or that she was rambling too much when she did find a good topic. Now, however, she'd found her style. People seemed to enjoy the casual style, like they were just hanging out, and Yuria enjoyed it, as well.

After four months, she was averaging 200 viewers per stream, which was wild to think. You couldn't fit 200 people in a house, so thinking that 200 people were watching her was a little overwhelming. Sure, with some games, like GG or other fighting games, her views were lower, but others, like XIV, which was a very popular MMO, actually bumped her up to 400 viewers, which was NUTS.

She booted up the game, greeting people as they tuned in and said hello in the chat.

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[Chatroom]

{Spotel has donated $10 with the following message}: Thanks for still playing fighting games and drawing some attention to them. Here's some support despite the lower views.

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Yuria read the message out loud and immediately answered. "Thank you very much! I just play fighting games because I like them. I'd stream it even if even fewer people were watching.

She hopped into a game with one of her viewers, laughing and shouting at her mistakes.

"Oh yeah, there was this thing I wanted to tell you guys," Yuria said, sounding excited. "I don't normally tell stories from IRL, but... Well, I was walking out of my house with a friend last Monday, when suddenly this tiny, tiny kitten jumped at us out of some bushes. She was SO playful and SO cute that I fell in love immediately. The problem is that I can't have pets in my house, and neither could my friend, so we called ANOTHER friend to try to get her to take in this kitten." As she told the story, she kept playing. The Yuria avatar moved around, looking side to side to represent the excited movements of her real self. "She agreed, but she had to ask her family. We took the kitten back to her house, and we tried to convince her brother to help us convince their mom, too. Problem is, he's kind of a serious guy, you know? We asked him twice and he said no both times."

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[Chatroom]

-FocusWorld: KITTEN!

-YuriaSIMP01: Her brother?

-Badercarl: Why couldn't you keep it?

-Spotel: Boo that guy!

-Weebools: That guy sounds like he has a stick up his ass.

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"'He sounds like he has a stick up his ass'? No, no, he made good points, you know? He told us he couldn't agree in good conscience because it was a big responsibility. His family is kind of on a tight budget and there's no one home to take care of it all the time. Taking care of a pet is a huge commitment!" Yuria assured them. She was getting a little distracted and ended up in the receiving end of a combo that took about 70% of her character's health. She ignored it in favor of continuing the story, even as she continued playing. "Besides, in the end he was the one who ended up convincing their mom. Now the cat freaking loves him and is always chasing him around. I saw him feeding her milk through a syringe the other day and my heart almost melted! They looked so cute!"

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[Chatroom]

-Fpsua: Well, at least it worked out.

-FocusWorld: Thank god.

-YuriaSIMP01: Your heart melted? So you like this guy?

-InsideMedia: Pay attention to the game, Yuria!

-Showdownsman: That combo was sick! Holy shit.

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"Yeah, that was a sick combo, wasn't it?" Yuria laughed and decided to completely ignore one of the messages. But then...

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[Chatroom]

-YuriaSIMP01: Yuria, are you seeing somebody? [This message was deleted by a mod]

-Liquita: Dude, stop.

-YuriaSIMP01: Please tell me you're not seeing this guy [This message was deleted by a mod]

-Fpsua: Someone's having a meltdown.

{YuriaSIMP01 has donated $50 with the following message}: MARRY ME YURIA!!!

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The face the Yuria avatar was making did not match the face of her real self. While the Yuria avatar looked mildly surprised, the girl behind the screen was gaping in shock.

The message appeared for everyone watching automatically due to donation notifications, so it was impossible to ignore this time.

This person had been around for about three months, even naming themselves YuriaSIMP01. They were harmless, and to be honest, Yuria thought it was all a joke. However, something here made her snap, made her realize that this was something she should nip from the bud before it bloomed into a bigger problem in the future. This wasn't the kind of community she wanted to build around her.

After she lost the match, she addressed her audience directly.

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to disable donations from now on," she said as kindly as she could manage. "I set them up because people kept asking me to do it, saying they wanted to support me, but I'm not doing this for the money. I'm really sorry, but I need to make this clear, everyone. I'm not here to make money off of people's emotions. I stream because I like it, not because I need it. I'm sorry to sound so harsh, but if... God, this is awkward to say. I... don't want people simping over me. I don't need that drama. I'm not seeing anyone right now, I don't have a boyfriend, but I might at some point. I'd rather not lead anyone on, give anyone any sort of false hope. We're just streamer and audience, not friends. I don't think that's better or worse, just different, with its own set of boundaries."

She tried to say it as softly and kindly as she could.

What happened next was deeply conflicting, emotionally speaking.

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Chapter 164: Intermission - A secret job (Part 2).

On the one hand, after she said that, she saw the number of viewers go down by about 60. Were those people who became disillusioned with her? It was a heavy blow to morale, really. Were they really here just hoping to get some attention out of a girl they didn't know?

Maybe that was too harsh. Maybe most of the people who left simply didn't like the fact she wasn't focusing on playing the video game and made a fuss about something that happened in chat. That was fair, she believed. She'd need to be more careful about that in the future.

Then on the other hand, the chat was flooded with messages of praise and general encouragement. People saying they respected her more, or that it was good that she stood up for herself. It was nice to read, but she also had to be careful not to fall into an echo chamber, where she only listened to the people she wanted to hear.

Anyway, she couldn't let the stream get caught up in that drama, so after things settled down a bit, she went back to playing the game and finished her usual night without any other issues.

Once the live-stream was off, Noelle Summers stood up from her desk chair in her bedroom and fell face-first on her bed with a loud groan. She played it cool and the chat forgot about the incident really soon. The numbers went up again when she started playing XIV, even. Maybe to the viewers it was nothing, but Noelle kept replaying the event in her head.

She messaged... YuriaSIMP01 and returned the money he donated. It was only fair. But even so, she couldn't stop thinking about it. She really did start livestreaming out of curiosity and kept doing it because it was fun.

Noelle Summers was a soft-spoken, even shy girl most of the time. She had a hard time opening up to people. Even Alice and Isabelle, her two closest friends, didn't know she streamed video games as Yuria.

People didn't know who Yuria was, and that helped Noelle act more outgoing than she was in real life. She didn't need to worry about what would happen if someone at school found out. She could talk about things without worrying that her schoolmates would start nasty rumors about her like they did with so many other people.

She was being honest when she said she didn't want to take advantage of people. She didn't want to build her... 'fanbase' on what the internet called 'simps', people who showed excessive attention to someone in pursuit of affection or more. It wasn't fair to them and it was awkward for her.

Her mind replayed her own words over and over.

'I'm not seeing anyone right now, I don't have a boyfriend, but I might at some point. I'd rather not lead anyone on, give anyone any sort of false hope.' That's what she'd said to her audience.

"Not that I've ever had a boyfriend..." she muttered to herself, her cheek pressed against her pillow.

Noelle had never had a boyfriend, but... there was someone she liked. Kind of. It was complicated.

Isabelle's brother, Oliver. Ever since she first saw him she thought he was cute. Not only that, but he always striked her as kind and caring from what she could tell from her visits to her friend's house.

He rarely refused a request and seemed to always thoroughly think his words over. What few words he said. Noelle... liked him, yes, but approaching him was difficult. He seemed like he didn't enjoy people's company, and sometimes even got a scary look on his face when people approached him. That, combined with Noelle's own shyness to try to strike up a conversation, meant that they'd never really spoken.

Until now.

She didn't know what happened, but Oliver was changing. That was plain for anyone to see. Anyone who paid attention to him, at least. Alice was noticing it, too.

That scary look on his face was mostly gone. He was smiling a lot more, not to mention speaking. He looked and felt more approachable, to the point Noelle dared to ask him to help with the cat she found. A little over the line, maybe, but...

She buried her head in her pillow and groaned into it.

Yes, Noelle had sort of liked Oliver since she first saw him, mostly because he was the boy she felt a sort of connection with. But now? Now that he was growing out of his shell? Now that he talked more? Now that he looked like a model in a sports magazine?

Now Noelle REALLY liked him, and it was too damn late.

Three absolutely stunning girls hung out with him all the time now. Rumors said he was three-timing, but everyone knew that was impossible. There was no way he could keep the affairs a secret from those three girls who were close as sisters. But even if those rumors were clearly wrong, one didn't need to be a detective to know there was SOMETHING between the four.

And so, Noelle was too late. She had a million chances to try to talk to Oliver before, and she didn't go for any of them. And she was regretting it now that he was better looking? Pathetic.

A small part of her believed she still had a chance, however small. She was going to help him and Isabelle take care of the kitten however she could. That would give her more opportunities to grow closer to him, if only she took them. But like always, she was afraid to.

What if he was already seeing one of the three girls? What if he had feelings for them? What if she was getting in the way? What if she appeared superficial, only showing interest now that he was hotter?

With a knot in her throat, Noelle couldn't even scream into her pillow.

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Chapter 165: Tragedy strikes. Sort of.

Another day, another morning getting an unplanned, spur-of-the-moment blowjob from two beautiful women.

Mila and Sarah were kneeling in front of me as I sat on one of the many chairs in the old music room. They both licked my shaft from top to bottom in unsynced motions until Sarah took my cock into her mouth and swallowed it whole, making its length reach deep down her throat. I shivered and gripped the sides of the chair tightly.

"It still amazes me every time I see it..." Mila said, licking the drool off her lips.

Sarah bobbed her head up and down without pause, without hesitation, without gagging. She moaned softly, eyes closed and holding onto my legs. The intense sensation after about ten minutes of service made me explode and shoot it all directly down her throat.

Sarah shook, climaxing with me. Her eyes rolled almost to the back of her head, and she pulled away from my dick with an unintentionally loud slurp.

"Fuck, I'm such a pervert..." Sarah muttered, still shivering and enjoying her orgasm.

"I'm kinda jealous," Mila said, giggling. "Coming from giving a blowjob sounds fun." After saying that, she wordlessly assumed cleaning duties and began to lick the leftover cum off my dick.

I let out a sigh of pleasure. "I'm glad you enjoy it. Makes me feel a bit less selfish," I joked.

The door to the classroom opened and in came Grace, grinning at the sight that welcomed her but not commenting on it. It was common now after a month. No, more than a month. Almost a month and a half since we started our physical relationship. Sometimes the days drag on, and others time flies without you noticing.

"Grace, can you come from giving a blowjob or am I the only pervert?" Sarah asked her friend.

"Not from a blowjob," Grace answered, kissing me and taking a seat beside me. "But I can come just from my tits if Oliver fondles them for a few minutes. And doesn't Mila come from having her butthole played with even without penetration?"

"Grace!" Mila pouted.

"Not just that. The other day she came just from me fondling her butt," I added.

"Oliver!" By now Mila was blushing madly.

"Not the only pervert then. Good." Sarah nodded to herself, satisfied.

"Speaking of," Grace started casually. "I watched this video last night about 10 weird facts about orgasms. It was done by a professional author and backed by serious research, but it was hilarious. I ended up also reading some of those papers and bought one of her books." She started smiling as she spoke. You could tell she'd gotten into the topic. "I bring this up because, in one of these papers, there's a case mentioned of a woman who orgasmed every time she brushed her teeth."

My eyebrows rose, but Mila and Sarah were more vocal about it.

"No fucking way!"

"She had to be lying."

"I'm telling you, it's all backed up by research. The woman herself went to a neurologist because she didn't think it was normal. Apparently she believed she was possessed by demons," Grace said.

I don't know why, but I felt a faint headache just as she said that.

"There was also a case of a woman who could, allegedly, will herself to orgasm if she thought about it hard enough."

"That one's scary if true," I said.

"Is it?" Mila asked, curious.

"Yeah. I mean, imagine if you could do it. What would you need me for?"

That sent the girls into a fit of laughter.

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I spent the first recess that day talking to Thomas. He was feeling down because of a practice game they'd had in which his team got, in his own words, 'utterly fucking destroyed' and that some of the members were taking it worse than him.

"Last year's seniors were really good, and without them the team needs to find a new identity."

"You've got your work cut out for you, captain."

"Yeah." He groaned. "Kevin skipped practice the other day, so I'm gonna chew him out later."

"Maybe he had a good reason?"

"Is a date with a girlfriend a good reason?"

"Rip him a new one."

Thomas snickered. That improved his mood a little.

And then, that second recess, tragedy struck.

I walked down the stairs with the girls, heading to the old music room like usual. When we were reaching the second floor, we noticed something strange. We could hear more voices than usual.

The second floor had nothing of interest down the hall to the old music room, no restrooms or even a vending machine. Worried, I hurried my pace, and when I turned the corner from the stairs to the hallway, I saw a bunch of students looking in the direction of the old music room. Further ahead, coming in and out of the classroom that had become my safe place for three years, I saw around five men in coveralls, moving chairs and tables out.

My chest froze.

"Hey, what's happening?" Grace asked one of the bystanding students. "Why are they moving things?"

"Apparently they're going to build a new science lab here," the guy said. "I heard that they're going to combine two classrooms and make a bigger one than the two we already have."

I had to have heard that wrong, or that guy had to be mistaken.

There was no way. No one even remembered that room existed for three fucking years. It was my safe place. No longer just mine, even. It was a place where the girls and I could be at ease, talk about anything and everything, get as amorous as we wanted without eyes judging us.

And now... it was gone? Just like that, without a single warning?

...

My chest hurt.

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Chapter 166: Is it necessary anymore?

"You are making too big a deal out of this," Sarah told me, arms crossed and looking down at my slumping self.

"But... That was my place..." I muttered.

After the initial shock, we moved to the stairs leading to the rooftop. I sat there on the steps with Mila next to me rubbing my back. Grace was leaning on the guardrail to make sure people weren't coming up from the floor below and Sarah stood over me with a scolding scowl.

"Yes, it sucks, but you're taking it way too hard," the blonde said. "Yeah, it's too bad that we don't have a place to do whatever we want at school, but it's nothing to cry about."

"I'm not crying," I argued, though my pouting tone didn't help me.

"I mean, I get him, Sarah," Mila said. "It was only a bit over a month, but I grew attached to that room. We did all sorts of stuff there, and I'm not just talking about you-know-what. Remember when we first played truth or dare? We finally got Oliver to start opening up."

"But it's never about the place. It's about the people," Sarah argued. "That could've happened anywhere and it would still mean just as much."

"Always the pragmatic one," Grace said, sighing. "You need more romance in your life."

"W-What? I..." Caught off guard and confused, Sarah glanced from Grace to me with burning cheeks.

"I don't mean relationship romance, like hugs and kisses. I mean the feeling of excitement and mystery you get from doing things." As Grace spoke, she kept her eyes on the stairs under us, watching that no one was overhearing. "We had our own little love nest at school, and that had a certain romantic appeal. We just lost it. I'm sure Oliver is grieving for a different reason, though."

I sighed. The thought that I'd never be able to retreat there for inner peace still hurt.

"Over the last month, I've come to know you a lot more, Oliver," Grace said. "So I'm really surprised you're so down over this."

"Huh?" I looked up at her.

"I mean, I get why, but I thought it wouldn't bother you so much. Or do you still want a place you can run away to and hide in?"

It was like a lightning strike to my brain and a dagger in my chest at the same time. She hit me right where it hurt the most by hitting the nail in the head.

That was what pained me the most. I had lost the one place I could run away to if things turned sour. If I had an awkward encounter with someone, I could hide there. If I wanted to be alone, I could go there. If I wanted to avoid someone, only four people now knew where to find me. Basically, my safety blanket was gone.

"You don't need it, Oliver," Grace continued. "You've said it yourself. You're growing in the ways you always wanted to. Having a place to run off to when the going gets tough will only hold you back."

My mind immediately went to that afternoon at work, where I was forced to interact with people I didn't know in a polite way. I was only able to do that because I couldn't run away, because I had to face that challenge. It was sink or swim, and I swam, and it felt amazing.

"You're right," I admitted, if sounding more begrudging than I intended. "I know you are. Doesn't mean I have to like it."

"Correct," Grace said, chuckling. "What matters is that you overcome it."

"Fine. Fine. But what are we going to do now, then?" I asked. "Any other place we hang out in, we run the risk of people catching us. We won't even be able to... talk like usual."

Sarah made a sour face. "That's what hurts the most. We'll have to act like there's nothing between us while at school."

A heavy silence set over us. We were all thinking of a way to keep at least some of the routine we'd gotten used to.

If we kept arriving early, we'd still have a few minutes to ourselves, but being anywhere else we ran the risk of being caught by a student, teacher or janitor. We'd be looking over our shoulders all the time, and that defeated the purpose of what we wanted.

"I don't see any solution," Grace said, sighing. "We'll just have to act as nothing more than friends here."

"Shouldn't be hard, at least," Mila said. "We ARE friends, right?" She chuckled. "All we need is Oliver holding in his urge to fondle tits and Sarah holding back her need to cling to him 24/7."

"Hey," both Sarah and I complained.

Grace grinned. "We'll have to make up for this with more after-school dates."

Sarah poked my shoulder. "We still haven't played tennis."

"I'm waiting for the invitation."

"Fine, that one's on me. Let me find a day that's good for both of us."

"Aww, so we can't go?" Grace pouted.

"You hate sports and suck at tennis," Sarah told her.

Grace shrugged. "I'm just saying, an invitation would be nice."

"Sarah's just looking for an excuse to wear her tennis dress in front of you," Mila told me.

"Tennis dress?" I asked, growing curious and excited.

Sarah blushed, but crossed her arms and puffed her cheeks. "Is that a problem?"

I shook my head. "Nope. Thank you."

The bell rang and we went back to our classroom. Class went by as usual, and it was a good enough distraction from my grief for the old music room, may it rest in peace. Thank you for your help during those years. I will do my best to move on from now on.

I had completely forgotten, however, that my first new challenge would be a big one. One of the firsts I had run away from during my freshman year and never dared to face again.

The bell rang to signal the end of the period.

That meant lunch break.

That meant the cafeteria.

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Chapter 167: Return to the cafeteria.

My problem with the cafeteria was simple: all tables were in use. Oh, there were empty seats alright. Plenty of them. The problem was that there were never any empty TABLES. Even the few times I managed to get one for myself and thought I'd be safe, some other student would come and sit with me because they simply needed a seat.

'Oh, but it was a good opportunity to socialize and make friends!' you might say. And yes, you'd be correct. But the two times I tried, I stumbled over my words so hard that both times the other person moved to another table. I started to avoid the cafeteria entirely after that, mostly out of shame.

Now, three years later, I was stepping into it again, accompanied by Mila, Grace and Sarah. That should be proof enough that things weren't the same as before.

The cafeteria was a single, large room on the first floor, at the very back of the main building. It had white tiled floor and a high roof that made me think that at one point it was going to be either a gym or an auditorium. Tables for six people were stacked together by threes and in many rows.

The girls and I always brought our own lunches, so we went directly to an open table. And as soon as we were settled, two more people joined us without warning.

"My, my. This is a rare sight," said Lena, our classmate. She was smiling and clearly in a good mood. "We never see you in the cafeteria. To what do we owe the honor?"

"Yeah, what brings you here to eat with us lowly cafeteria-food eating peasants?" Kevin joked.

"A change of pace," Grace said easily.

"Where do you guys usually have lunch, anyway?" Kevin asked.

I was glad. At this table for six, I was sitting at the very edge, and the rest of the seats were filled with people I knew. They were asking some harmless questions that were difficult to answer, but fortunately, my good friend Thomas gave me ammo for a misdirection shot that very morning.

I stared intently at Kevin, just long enough to make him a little uncomfortable, and the tall guy blinked at me.

"W-What?"

"Did Thomas find you?" I asked him. Kevin flinched and hung his head in shame. "So he did."

"What? What happened?" Lena asked, looking from me to her ashamed boyfriend.

"You don't know?"

"Know what? What happened?" Lena asked again. My girlfriends also seemed to be growing curious.

I grimaced. "It's not for me to say."

"Kevin?" Lena's tone was close to that of a mother who was ready to give you a good scolding if she didn't like what she heard.

"R-Remember last Thursday when we went to see a movie?" Kevin started, grinning nervously and rubbing the back of his neck.

Lena raised an eyebrow. "Yes. You said basketball practice had been canceled."

"Well..."

"You skipped!" Sarah said in an accusatory tone.

"Kevin!" Lena did sound like a mother scolding you. Huh.

"Hm? So he skipped once," Mila said. "What's the big deal?"

"The basketball club is probably one of the most serious clubs in school, along with the tennis and drama clubs," Grace explained. "The basketball club always goes to regional and sometimes even national tournaments."

"Skipping a practice day is a huge waste for a team that wants to stay competitive at the higher levels," Sarah added.

"Thomas already chewed me out," Kevin said, dragging his hand down his face. Lena looked disappointed.

"You're a starter on the team, aren't you?" I asked him.

"Yeah..."

"And you want to get replaced?" It was his girlfriend who asked him. "Do you want the coach to see that you're not putting in the effort and choose someone else for your position next tournament?"

"N-No! Of course not!"

"Then why'd you skip?"

"You said that Thursday was the last day they'd be showing that movie you wanted to see! I figured if it was just one day..."

"I don't care, Kevin," Lena said, now softly, smiling. "A stupid movie is not more important than your own priorities. We can always go on a date when we're both free, but I don't want you to skip on your own responsibilities."

Kevin grimaced, now looking more ashamed than before. In contrast, I smiled.

"You guys make a nice couple." It was a comment that simply came out of me while I started to dig into my lunch, but it made Lena and Kevin blush madly.

"S-S-Sorry! We shouldn't be talking about this stuff here, ahaha!" Lena laughed awkwardly, making her friends burst out laughing.

"He's right. You guys are cute," Mila said.

"Be careful you're not too caught up with each other that you forget to study for midterms," Grace warned.

"Or that you forget your friends," Sarah added, grinning teasingly at Lena. "Amanda was complaining the other day that you canceled plans with her to go out with Mr. Boyfriend here."

It was Lena's turn to look down in shame. "That was... It's not the same!"

"If you guys get together to study, make sure you ACTUALLY study," Grace teased. "Or else I'm gonna have to step in."

"Grace, come on!" Lena moaned, face red as a tomato.

Mila smirked. "Oooh, that face says some things..."

I started to feel bad for them. The girls would be merciless when the teasing bug got inside them. Besides, Kevin knew about us. The last thing we needed was him asking dangerous questions to get back at us, so I changed the topic.

"Speaking of studying, how are your grades, Kevin?"

"Mine? I guess I'm alright. I have passing grades."

"The minimum passing grades," Lena said. "You do need to study more."

Both seemed to relax as the topic changed, and my girlfriends got into it as well.

Lunch was lively. Livelier than it ever had been. Lunch with just the girls was fun and full of laughter, but calm and relaxing, in a way. This was hectic, we had to talk loudly so we could be heard over the general noise of the cafeteria, and at times everyone was fighting to get a word in. Everyone but me. I was happy just to watch, ask questions, and listen.

It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it'd be.

Maybe people were right, and I did over exaggerate the possible... unpleasantness of certain situations. Or maybe it was more proof that I was changing. Whatever the case, it was a confidence boost.

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Chapter 168: Intermission - Noticing changes.

Grace turned off the running water in her shower, took her towel hanging from a close by peg and stepped out. With the towel wrapped around her, she exited the bathroom and went over to her walk-in closet to choose her outfit for that Sunday outing.

She was going to her boyfriend's house again, with Mila and Sarah. It was nothing TOO special, but Oliver said his mother would be out of town all day and that his sister would probably go out as well. And since they lost their little love nest at school, they were all a little pent up.

The thought of doing it on his bed made Grace shiver. If they really did get some confirmed time alone, she was going to ride him so fucking hard he'd see stars. But even if she was going to take it all off, it didn't mean she could slack off on her outfit. She needed to look cute, or else Mila and Sarah would completely outstage her.

She hung her wet towel on a hanging rack for the moment and walked naked to the spot where her dresses were. She chose a red one to try out first. He liked seeing her in red, he said. When she stepped in front of the large, full mirror, she caught herself smiling widely. However, she frowned once she started to give herself a more detailed look over and walked closer to the mirror.

Her hair was damp and loose, obviously, but there were other things that caught her attention. Her own skin felt and looked incredibly smooth, like she'd bathed in expensive creams, yet she'd used none of them. She almost didn't want to believe it, but she thought she looked thinner, too. A quick check on the scale confirmed it. Last time she'd weighed herself, two months ago, she was at 56 kilos. Now she was sitting comfortably at 52. Four whole kilos gone in two months, and she hadn't gone on any special diet or done any particularly harsher exercise routine. It wasn't sudden, really. She thought had noticed herself losing some weight, but only now was she confirming it.

Grace remembered Sarah had told her that a person should not try to lose more than 1.5 kilos a month or it could be dangerous, but the surprising thing was that Grace felt absolutely amazing. She'd never had so much energy in her life. She was getting great sleep, waking up early wasn't an issue anymore, and she even indulged in one or two more sweets a month than she usually would. And it wasn't only that she looked thinner, but her figure was absolutely perfect. Her stomach and her waist were free of any extra fat, enhancing her hourglass figure even more.

It didn't add up, did it? She was eating more sweets, and even if it wasn't overindulgence, she should still be gaining weight rather than losing it. She felt healthy, too. Why was this happening? What was different?

...

Oliver.

Before meeting Oliver, and when she had a boyfriend, Grace would only have sex twice a month, maybe thrice. Those encounters were also short, no more than ten minutes, 15 if she was lucky. But Oliver... Sex with him was both intense and long lasting. If they had time, he could very well go for over five hours. That HAD to be a better workout than an hour of stationary bike exercise.

But there was also her condition, her skin. Now that she thought about it, she was also using less creams, less make up. She'd read that good sex could have a big impact on a person's health and mood, but to this extent? Her mind went to old thoughts, ideas she had started to dismiss as no more than her imagination after getting used to things.

Her boyfriend wasn't normal. Five hours of sex with three girls? With barely any rest? And it was said girls who gave in first? Oliver was a monster, and after two months, Grace was getting used to it, but it wasn't normal in the slightest. He was a virgin when they met, and he still was better than any other guy she had been with! Yet... Could her good health, skin condition, weight loss really be because of him?

She'd have to ask Mila and Sarah. One case wasn't enough empirical evidence, but if those two were experiencing similar things, then...

Grace sighed and began to put on a black satin bra.

Everything had to do with Oliver nowadays, and she wasn't sure how she felt about it. She loved him, and wanted to be with him all the time, but was that a good thing? She'd already made the mistake of committing too hard to a relationship before, and it didn't end well that time. Oliver was different, of that she was 100% sure of, but even so...

"You're such a handful..." She muttered to herself with a pouty face. "Doesn't help that the weird ideas haven't stopped."

Weird ideas.

Oliver was getting popular, though he didn't realize it, and Grace didn't want to tell him. She didn't want to add more pressure on his shoulder, since she knew he would start to panic if he knew that people, especially girls, were talking about him, about the hot waiter at that popular coffee shop. That they were talking about the guy who was friends with the three troublemakers, all of whom likely had the hots for him. They were talking about the quiet best friend of the basketball team's captain. That last one Grace found funny, since they really did give off that impression, but she was sure neither of them would call the other that out of embarrassment. Boys were silly like that most of the time.

Oliver was getting popular, getting a lot of attention from other girls. And Grace didn't hate it. Worse, she even kinda liked it.

The image of Oliver, her Oliver, the socially anxious boy who couldn't even talk to people before, growing to have his own harem of sexy girls was... exciting, and arousing. And even crazier was the belief that Oliver himself would very much like it, though he probably would never admit it.

The thought would pop into her mind every time she overheard a girl talking about him, or when she saw him standing next to one. Thoughts like 'he would totally blow her mind after five minutes', or even the more extreme 'she'd be such a nice slut for him.'

It was weird, it was crazy, and she couldn't stop thinking it would be amazing. If somebody could do it, it was him. He would love it, too, she was sure. But every time she thought that, she forced herself to remember all the complications that could come with it. Even if she was okay with it, what about Sarah and Mila? What if this new girl caused troubles? It was too risky. It could mess up their whole relationship, and that possibility terrified her.

...

Maybe it was time to stop holding it in. She had to bring this up to the girls.

Yes, it was a good idea. They'd call her crazy, an idiot, and finally get the dumb idea out of her head.

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Chapter 169: Parenting?

I was alone in my house that Sunday morning. Well, not exactly alone. There was a tiny cat who would start screaming at me if I went into the bathroom. I know there are people out there who find it funny, but I'm not pooping with a cat staring at me.

I had to be careful of Cake's clinginess. On the one hand, it was cute. On the other, it was dangerous for both of us. I read that it was important to set boundaries, but at the same time, this cat had been separated from its family early on. Of course she'd be clingy. Balancing affection with rule enforcing was a tough act. It made me believe I understood just a tiny bit of what being a parent was like.

Anyway, the girls would arrive in about an hour, so I decided to play with Cake in the living room until she got tired. That said, the girl had energy. I was waving this wand with a feathered toy tied to it by a cord and Cake would not get tired of chasing it. The first time she jumped high to catch it I was so surprised I started laughing.

I waited a bit to feed her, though. I still remembered how she reacted to my girlfriends, and that was just unacceptable. And as you know by now, I'm not big on choosing one thing over the other, so I had plans to let Cake get accustomed to the girls.

The bell rang at 11:00 am. I went to open the door and saw all three girls there. They all came in Sarah's car.

"Morning!" Mila greeted cheerfully.

"Morning." I made space at the door to let them in. For a moment I thought Grace was giving me a scrutinizing look, but that went away just as she kissed my cheek.

"Are you alone?" Sarah asked, fixing on her shoulder the backpack she was carrying.

"Not if you count her," I said, looking behind me towards the approaching cat.

"Cake!" Mila was about to rush to the kitten, but I held her back.

"Wait. I have a plan."

I led the girls to the kitchen and Cake followed. She knew what was supposed to happen and was eagerly waiting for it. It distracted her from the fact that there were strangers around.

I had already prepared her formula, so I filled the syringe and picked Cake up. The kitten forgot all about the world and drank her milk in pure bliss. But after the first few sips, I looked at Mila and gave her the syringe.

"M-Me?"

"Yeah. Just do it slowly."

Mila swallowed, inched the syringe closer to Cake's mouth and watched as the cat completely forgot she disliked her and drank her milk.

"Oh my God!" Mila squealed in hushed tones. "She's adorable!"

After a few more sips, Mila gave the syringe to Grace, and then Grace gave it to Sarah. They kept feeding the cat in my arms until she drank three syringes worth of milk. We watched Cake lick her mouth and whiskers.

"I'm gonna steal her from you," Grace said, giggling.

"This isn't my only weapon, you know?" I smirked. We went up to my room, where the girls easily made themselves comfortable on my bed. I set Cake there as well and brought out the ultimate weapon from my drawer. "Here you go," I told Mila, passing her a cat brush.

Mila reached for Cake tentatively, but the moment the brush made contact with her back, the purring began.

"You're a cat whisperer already, aren't you?" Sarah said, surprised.

I shrugged and sat down on the bed as well. "She likes eating and getting brushed. I don't want her to act aggressive towards guests, so I read on how to fix those bad habits."

"What a responsible parent," Grace teased.

I kept a straight face, but I felt my cheeks heat up. "My sister brought her, but I agreed to be responsible for her, too. I need to do my part."

"And that means staying home with the cat while she goes out?" Sarah asked me.

"I volunteered," I clarified. "It meant that... You know, I could... invite you over."

Grace crawled on the bed and hugged me from behind, planting soft kisses on my neck. "Do you have dirty ideas in that pretty head of yours?"

"Kind of, but I can wait until next week if you girls prefer to do something else."

"Oh no, sir." Sarah stood up and moved to sit on my lap. "I haven't had enough of my weekly dose of you."

Cake seemed to realize I was getting attention from the girls, and she didn't like it. She hissed as threateningly as a tiny cat could, which wasn't much, but even so, I wouldn't have it.

"Cake!" I said, raising my voice. "No!"

The kitten flinched, lowering both her head and her ears. I tapped Sarah on the leg to ask her to move. She did so blinking at me, almost like she didn't know me.

I stood and picked Cake up. "I'll have none of that."

I left the girls in my room while I took Cake down the stairs and to the laundry room. I left her on her bed, made sure she had enough water, and once she had forgotten what happened, I left and closed the door.

She'd played for a long while, and she still had her toys. It was fine to leave her alone for a bit, right? I would check up on her later.

I went back to my room, but before I went in, I overheard something.

"Makes you believe he'd be a good dad, right?" Mila said.

"A strict one, surprisingly," Sarah said, laughing. "But yeah."

That's when I walked in. "I hope you're not talking about me."

"We were," Grace clarified with a sweet smile. "Is there a problem?"

"Cats and humans are completely different," I said.

"I'm sure there are some transferable skills," Grace said.

"I'm not sure about that." I sighed. "Not like it matters. I'm not planning on being a dad anytime soon."

Sarah snickered. "That coming from the mouth of someone who's been finishing inside for about two months."

I flinched. "Y-You're taking pills."

"We could stop and not tell you," Mila teased.

I nodded. "You're right. I'll start using condoms."

"No!" shouted the three girls at the same time, all of whom blushed deeply after the fact.

"I-I mean... It's not necessary, right?" Mila tried to laugh it off.

"Pills are a better contraceptive than condoms, anyway," Grace said. "Proven to be more than 99% effective if used correctly, which we do. Condoms are only 98% effective."

"Y-Yeah! Do you really want to risk that 2%, Oliver?" Mila asked.

"Does it have to be either or?" I asked.

"I got used to doing it raw," Sarah said, strengthening her face despite the blush. "I'll even get an IUD if you're worried."

I crossed my arms and grinned. "Only one person here is being honest."

"An IUD wouldn't be a bad idea, actually..." Grace said, choosing to ignore my teasing.

I sighed with a smile, taking a moment to take it all in. I was talking about the method of contraception we chose to use with my three girlfriends. At the very least, mom couldn't tell me I wasn't being responsible.

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Chapter 170: In the bedroom, on his bed.

I had Sarah below me as we furiously made out on my bed. She had her hands on my hair, making a mess out of it as we devoured each other's mouths. I had one hand on her breast and the other on her thigh. We were all still fully dressed, and Sarah was answering my dry-humping with the rocking of her own hips against mine.

"Already so hard," Sarah said between moans. "Do you want me, baby?"

"Yeah." I moved to lick down her neck and towards the bit of cleavage showing on her v-neck black t-shirt.

"Oliver..." Grace sang. She stood beside the bed, lifted the skirt of her red dress and showed me her peachy ass, clad in pale yellow panties. It was so close to my face... And like the greedy, pervy bastard that I am, I groped it and began planting kisses on it, making Grace giggle.

At the edge of the bed, Mila was quietly taking off my shoes.

Sarah began kissing my jaw. "What's this? Do you want Grace at the same time, stud?"

One could feel the arousal thickening the air in my room. We needed this, even if it was a short 30 minutes. I wasn't the only one craving it.

"I'd like to go at it all day, but your family could come back at any moment, right?" Grace said.

"Don't jinx us!" Mila told her.

"Line up at the edge of the bed," I told them.

The three moved quickly, understanding what I meant. With their stomachs on the bed and their butts slightly raised, they lifted their skirts and lowered their pants and panties. It brought to memory a crazy moment in a gym's storage room a couple months back. Grace to the left, Sarah to the right and Mila at the center.

Their pussies were already wet, juices running down their inner thighs. I got my own pants down and led my cock towards Mila. And while I did that, my hands fondled Grace and Sarah's perfect asses.

A choir of moans filled my bedroom the moment I inserted fingers and my dick. Mila threw her head back, staring at the ceiling while my cock slid in deeper and deeper. Grace and Sarah squirmed and pulled on the bed cover as my fingers moved with delicate motions, stimulating them little by little, slowly making their way to their favorite spots.

"Yes...!" Mila gasped. "Oooh, I needed this! Do me harder!"

The sight of the three girls right next to each other was perfect. My body was getting hotter and hotter. Mila's pussy squeezed me tightly. I thrusted, pulled back, and thrusted again while also pleasuring Grace and Sarah.

After a minute, I pulled out of Mila and put it back inside Grace. Her entire body shivered, and the intense bedroom eyes she shot back at me while licking her lips sent my heart racing even faster. The sound of my hips meeting Grace's ass felt so loud I feared someone might be able to hear even outside.

With another minute gone, I pulled out and turned my attention to Sarah, who eagerly welcomed me inside her as well.

"Yes, baby...! Use my pussy! Use it!"

Even as I held Sarah's waist and pushed my dick deep into her, Mila and Grace had their own fingers between their legs. They watched me fuck Sarah, just as Sarah watched me fuck Mila and Grace just before.

I felt my entire body tingle with arousal. The familiar walls of my own bedroom added to it. This was all happening in my house, on my bed.

Sarah came hard as if to confirm to me that this was all real. Her walls gripped me tightly and her clenched fists pulled on the bed covers and made a bit of a mess.

I chuckled. "I wanted to try edging you a bit, but..."

"Too horny," Sarah gasped. "Too pent up..."

Mila swallowed. "I'd love to try more of that, but let's leave it for when we have time at a hotel, okay?"

"Y-Yeah."

I moved behind Mila and slid my cock in again. I squeezed one of her butt cheeks while my thumb rubbed circles around her butthole. She tensed up and bit on the bed covers, moaning loudly.

Beside her, Grace grinned and moved even closer to her Russian friend. My heart almost stopped when I saw the brunette start kissing Mila's cheek, her jaw and very, very close to her lips. Mila's unfocused eyes met Grace's, and after a moment of hesitation, the girls shared some light, lips-only kisses.

My cock got harder, and I didn't think it was possible. I instinctively pushed harder and faster into Mila, making her moan into Grace's mouth and grip my cock even tighter. She came soon after that, going limp on my bed.

Grace grinned at me, taking her hands to her behind and spreading her pussy for me. "Finish in here," she whispered.

I moved behind her. My breathing had gotten heavier. The tip of my cock met her lower lips and we both shivered. I was ready for my own climax, desperately wanted it, but not before giving Grace hers.

I leaned forward and got my hand under her, on her breasts. I groped them and squeezed them firmly through her dress, letting my finger sink into their softness.

"Yes! Touch them more!" she moaned, rocking her ass against my hips. "Ravage me, love!"

Mila and Sarah suddenly surrounded us, one on each side. Mila started kissing up and down Grace's neck while Sarah got my mouth, shoving her tongue inside it and holding my head.

"Oh God...! Oh God!"

Grace came with a more intense shaking than her friends, yet just like them, her pussy squeezed me, begging to be filled. And I was ready for it. I wanted it so bad. I felt my own, delightful orgasm rising...

And then we all heard the door on the first floor opening, along with the lively chatter of three girls.