The Spirit of Lust (Ch. 171 - 180)

[Summary: Oliver Brooks is a high school senior with a crippling case of social anxiety to the point he freezes up and can't even talk to people. One day he gets possessed by a Spirit of Lust, a being that feeds on the energy produced by sex. Unaware of this, Oliver finds that his body has changed overnight, there are these three women that seem attracted to him and he has become a monster in bed despite having no experience. All this doesn't change the fact that he is still a very socially anxious young man, however.]

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Chapter 171: Stop. Breathe. Act natural.

All the heat in my body turned to cold dread in an instant. The bucket of ice water stole all my arousal. I pulled out of Grace in a panic, and all the girls' faces mirrored mine.

"Get dressed! Get dressed!" Sarah urged us in hushed tones as she, too, fixed her own clothes.

I pulled up my boxers and... ugh, had to sort of wipe my dick with them. It was the worst. I had to change them. My heart was racing and I couldn't think straight. After I had my pants on, I was overcome by the fear that my room stunk of sex, so I went to open the window. I looked back and saw that Mila, Grace and Sarah were also dressed already, though helping each other fix the wrinkles out of their clothes and comb their hair with their hands. My own hair always had a bit of a messy look to it, but I still tried to fix it.

"You said your sister would be gone all day!" Sarah chided me.

"She always is! I don't know why she came back so soon!"

"Cake," Mila said. "They're probably here to see Cake."

I slapped my own forehead. Of course they'd be here for that. Alice and Noelle were coming over more often than before for that reason.

"Okay, everybody calm down. Breathe," Grace instructed. "They're still downstairs from what we can hear, right? Let's take a moment, collect ourselves, and then we go meet them."

For a moment I wondered if we HAD to go meet them, but I answered my own questions right after. Staying here would be both suspicious and rude, not to mention the girls wanted to see Alice, at the very least. I also had to check up on Cake. She'd not been in the laundry room for more than 20 minutes, but I knew Isabelle was going to question me on why I'd locked her up.

Sadly, "because I was horny" was half that answer, so I'd have to answer with the other half.

The sudden rush of adrenaline was beginning to subside, and as it did, I noticed something... really bad. I was still horny, much more than before, even. I was forced to stop just before I could come, and now my whole body felt uncomfortably, like it had an itch impossible to scratch.

"You're scowling," Grace told me, rubbing my brow with her thumb and wearing a frown of her own.

"Sorry." I sighed and examined the girls.

They all looked well. A little peeved at the interruption, maybe, but well. Maybe it was a biological difference between men and women, or maybe it was that they all got to come at least once, but I could tell they weren't suffering from the same itch I was.

"Oliver Brooks! Explain yourself!" My sister's shout came from below. If I was right, it came from the laundry room.

I shook my head to try to shake off the frustration with it and made my way out of my bedroom and down the stairs. The girls followed moments after.

Like we expected, Isabelle was in the laundry room with Alice, Noelle and Cake.

"Why did you lock Cake in here?" Isabelle asked me, cradling the kitten in her arms.

"She was hissing at them again," I said, nodding to the girls behind me. "We were trying to feed her and brush her, but she suddenly got aggressive again, so I brought her here. It's been like 15 minutes."

I noticed my tone of voice, and it kind of surprised me. It wasn't harsh or rude, but it was firm and left little room to argue. Kind of reminded me of mom's. Looking back, the... frustration was doing some of the talking there.

"Oh," Isabelle exclaimed. "I see. That makes sense."

I shook my head with a soft sigh, then turned to smile at my sister's friends. "Good morning Alice, Noelle."

"Ah! G-Good morning!" Noelle quickly said. She looked me in the eyes, turned away and tried again. I had to make sure I was smiling and not scowling again. Or maybe my smile was creeping her out?

"Good morning. Sorry to barge in all of a sudden," Alice said with an apologetic smile.

Mila then ran past me and went to hug her blonde friend. "Alice!"

Alice laughed and hugged Mila back. "Hey, we saw each other like three days ago."

"If it's not every day, it's not enough!" Mila laughed. "I'm growing used to seeing you more often again."

"Me too," Alice admitted with a small smile.

"Um... W-We brought snacks," Noelle said. "We could go to the living room. If you weren't doing something else, I mean!" she hurriedly added. Again, her gaze shifted from me to the others and back to me.

Was I doing something wrong? Did I look strange? Oh fuck! D-Did I smell of sex!? I did, didn't I!? I didn't smell it on myself, but to someone coming from outside... Oh fuck! Oh fuck!

"Thank you, Noelle!" Grace said. "Sure, let's go to the living room. There are a couple of things I'd like to ask the student council."

"Please let me forget about that on Sundays, at least," Alice sighed.

"A president can never escape their duties, sorry," Grace said, laughing.

We all turned to go to the living room, with Isabelle carrying Cake with her. But when I turned, I noticed something a little strange.

Sarah's eyes were fixed on Noelle of all people. Not a glare, as I well knew now, but it could be taken as one with how intense it was. It was making the petite redhead uncomfortable, so I poked Sarah on the ribs.

"Ouch! Hey!" she complained.

"You're glaring," I whispered.

Sarah flinched and frowned. "I was... thinking about something."

What could Sarah be thinking about that she had to stare so intently at Noelle? As far as I knew, they weren't very close. Not that they didn't get along, just that they didn't talk much other than when they were here, at my place.

It was at times like these that I hated how randomly my sixth sense activated. I wanted answers, but I wasn't getting them.

But maybe that meant it wasn't important.

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Chapter 172: A shared passion.

The snacks the girls brought were... not to my personal taste, let's say. Diet soda, beet chips, sour cream and onion flavored banana chips... Nope, I still can't bring myself to like those, but everyone else ate them with no problem.

Reminder: these girls all cared about their figure. They all exercised and ate as healthily as they could, only indulging every once in a while. It made sense they didn't eat potato chips or drank too sugary sodas.

We sat around the living room, with the snacks on the coffee table in the middle. Cake was running around and often playing with the feathered toy Noelle was wiggling for her.

"We heard about the new science lab they're building," Grace said. "Was that your idea?" she asked Alice.

"You think it's that easy to put a plan like that into action? No, it was last year's administration's only proposal. I did help them write it, but I can't claim credit for it."

A part of me was glad to hear that. I think that if it was Alice's idea, I would've held a grudge against her, which would've been stupid, since she wouldn't have done it out of malice against me or anything like that. The room wasn't even mine, so I had no business getting mad at losing it, anyway. But still...

"I hear even the teachers are kind of pissed, though," Alice added.

"The teachers? Why?" Mila asked.

"We're on the fourth floor, so we don't hear it," Isabelle started explaining, "but the classrooms in the second and third floors have to deal with all the ruckus of people working during classes."

"They're working during classes? Why would they do that?" I asked.

Noelle answered my question. "The principal wants to get it done as soon as possible, so he's having them work all day. The teachers are angry because students can't concentrate. And with midterms coming soon..."

"Speaking of midterms," Alice grinned and looked at Mila. "Have you been studying?"

"You look fat in the shirt, Alice," was Mila's response.

"There's my answer, I guess." She simply laughed it off. "I don't need to ask Grace, so how about you two?" she asked Sarah and I.

"A little," Sarah answered. "I'll cram next week."

"I... I've been studying at least 20 minutes every night," I said. "Not sure it's enough, though."

"Not the best," Grace said. "But it means you won't have to pull all-nighters next week. You'll be fine. Still, you're cordially invited to study with Mila, Sarah and I."

I nodded with solemn politeness. "I'll accept that invitation, thank you."

"Gah, enough of school crap!" Sarah groaned. "Leave that for tomorrow at least. There's something I brought today and I wanted to show Oliver."

We all stared with curiosity as Sarah got something from her backpack. It looked big, like a box. When I saw the first glimpse of shimmering plastic, I knew what it was, but I didn't dare believe it. Then Sarah fully pulled it out of her backpack and showed it to us.

"Tah-dah!" She grinned from ear to ear.

In her hands was an arcade stick. An arcade stick with eight brown colored buttons and a yellow ball top. That was a shock in itself, but what was even more surprising was the print on the plastic plate, showing the picture of the character Sarah had played last time we played fighting games in my room. It was a young woman wearing a yellow coat and black stockings, wearing a hat with a license plate on it. Her ridiculously long blonde hair flowed around her and made several flower shapes.

"Y-You got one!?" I asked, jaw hanging.

"Arrived in the mail the other day. Had it customized," Sarah grinned, looking happy at my shock. "What do you say? Want to play?"

The surprises didn't stop there, though.

"Y-Y-You guys play GG!?" It was Noelle who asked, standing from her chair. Once she realized all eyes turned to her, though, she sat back down slowly, all stiff, bashful and with her cheeks matching the color of her hair.

"I mean..." I started, but Sarah got ahead of me.

"I only just started, but Oliver's played for a long time. You play, too?"

"Y-Yes..."

"Noelle's really into games," Isabelle said. "You should see her bedroom, Oliver. You'd die from jealousy. She has every console."

"I-Isabelle!"

"S-Seriously?" I asked. I had to quell the excitement growing in my chest.

Video games weren't that niche a hobby as I heard they once were, but I still never had friends who played them.

"Then what are we doing here? Let's go play!" Sarah said, standing from her seat with arcade stick in hand.

W-Wait. She meant... going to my room? I left the window open, so it wasn't the lingering smell of sex that worried me. I looked around, and everyone else was standing up as well.

Five girls plus my sister. Seven people in my bedroom. My tiny bedroom. That I was the only guy here only made things more awkward. Then again, I don't think other guys being here would make things any better.

Next thing I knew, my sister, our five guests, our cat and I were all in my room. At the very least four people could sit at the edge of the bed shoulder to shoulder and facing the computer screen. Then there was my desk chair, and Isabelle brought two more chairs from downstairs. We... fit, but moving around was impossible without bumping into someone else.

"I'm sorry for the... tight space," I said.

"No, no. Sorry for intruding," Alice said.

She and Noelle were looking around with curiosity. Noelle's eyes lingered on my bookshelf, on the small collection of art books I had while Alice examined my guitar.

I set up the computer, plugged my and Sarah's arcade sticks and started the game. It still felt awkward for me. Sure, Sarah wanted to play, but I felt like we'd dragged everyone else here. Mila and Grace weren't that into games, and it didn't look like Alice was, either. Noelle looked uncomfortable, and Isabelle... Well...

"Anyone mind if Noelle and I go first?" Sarah asked.

"Me? Really?" Noelle asked.

"Please, go ahead," Grace said.

"I have no idea how to play this, so I'm happy to just watch," Alice said.

"I'm betting $2 on Noelle!" Mila said. "Who's taking it?"

"The hell? You're betting against me?"

"Well, you suck, Sarah."

"Very well, I'll take that bet. $2 on the underdog," Alice said, chuckling.

"Did you ever think your room would become an underground betting spot?" Isabelle teased me.

"This doesn't count."

"H-Hey, it's not like I'm good, okay?" Noelle clarified. "I like it, but..."

"It's fine. So long as you don't let me win, that is," Sarah told her.

The girls went into the character select screen, chose their characters and jumped into the game. Two rounds later, Sarah lost by a good margin.

"See?" Mila said, smirking. "You suck. Now, Alice, fork the money over!"

"I was hoping for an upset..." Alice sighed and gave Mila a couple of bills.

"Oliver, avenge me!" Sarah told me, passing me her arcade stick.

"S-Sure..."

I navigated the menus and we went back to character select. I still couldn't shake off the awkward feeling, and maybe some of it had to do with my lingering frustration and the fact that there were so many girls in my room.

Just... focus on the game, Oliver. Focus on the game, press the buttons, do the combos, watch out for the burst and oh god I won with a perfect.

For those of you who may not know, a 'perfect' is what it's called when you win a round without taking any damage at all.

I was about to be overcome with shame. I knew well the feeling of getting beat in a game that badly. It was demotivating, and I didn't want to make someone feel that way, especially a girl who was playing mostly because we pushed her into it. But then...

"No! No way!" Noelle burst into laughter. "No way you got a perfect!"

"Avenged!" Sarah cheered, raising her arms and laughing along.

"Huh. So Noelle sucks, too," Mila teased.

"I don't suck!" Noelle puffed her cheeks. "Let's go again!"

"There she goes..." Isabelle laughed. "Noelle can get really competitive, too."

"Only when it comes to games, though," Alice added, laughing with the others.

We played again, and after I won again (not with a perfect this time), we started passing on the arcade sticks and letting others play. Alice and Isabelle said they were okay with just watching, and they seemed to be having a good time, too. Little by little, the awkwardness I was feeling began to fade away.

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Chapter 173: Intermission - Things they need to talk about.

Later that evening, after they left Oliver's house, Grace insisted they go to her house for a while.

Mila was a little tired. It had been a fun day, but now she wanted to go back home, lay on her bed and mindlessly scroll down through her social media pages until she fell asleep. Grace, however, seemed serious, so Sarah drove them to the brunette's house. With her dad still out, the girls had all the privacy they needed.

"Now you can tell us what's on your mind?" Sarah asked as they went into Grace's bedroom. They all sat on her bed facing each other.

Grace let out a soft groan and rubbed her face. She sometimes acted like this when she couldn't find the words to say what she wanted, which was rare for Grace. She was the most eloquent of the three, and usually only Alice could keep up with more high-brow conversations.

"It's... about Oliver."

"Not that big of a surprise." Sarah shrugged. "What about him?"

"Rather... It's about me. I think." Grace bit her lip, and her hands pulled on the hem of her dress skirt.

No stranger to being at a loss for words, Mila gave her friend time and Sarah a soft elbow on the ribs when she tried to hurry her up.

"Have you... ever had the thought that..." Grace smiled wryly, "Oliver would look good with another girl?"

The tiny hairs on the back of Mila's neck stood up and a chill ran through her. Her mind immediately went back to just hours before.

Biting her lip and rubbing the bridge of her nose, Sarah asked, "Just to be clear, you don't mean any of us three, do you?"

Grace nodded.

"H-Have you?" Mila asked carefully. "Have you thought that Oliver looked..." There was no need to finish the sentence.

Grace answered with the slowest of nods, eyes looking down at her bed covers.

"Shit. You mean I'm not alone in this?"

Mila and Grace's heads snapped to Sarah the moment they heard her.

"Y-You too!?" Mila asked.

Sarah nodded. "I don't know what it is, but sometimes I picture it and..."

"And?"

"... And I... don't hate it."

"Dammit." Grace sighed loudly. "I was counting on you calling me an idiot, Sarah."

"..."

A heavy silence loomed over the three friends. While it did, Mila couldn't stop herself from thinking back to their time in Oliver's room just earlier. He was uncomfortable at first, but soon he started to loosen up a bit, even with six other people in there with him. All girls, too, but Mila wondered if his sister counted. And then there was Noelle.

"Did you notice Noelle was checking Oliver out?" Mila asked her friends.

Grace chuckled. "Yes. She was trying so hard not to, but she looked his way every other minute when she wasn't playing the game. It was really cute."

"It's not what I imagined," Sarah said. "I'd be a bit more comfortable if it was Alice."

"Alice, huh?" Mila frowned. "Oliver would treat her better than her ex ever did."

"Isn't that true?" Grace sighed. "That girl is closing herself too much. Seeing she gets along with Noelle and Isabelle puts me a bit more at ease, but still."

"You can't blame her, after what happened," Sarah pointed out.

"I know that. It just makes me believe that we made a mistake. Screw the presidency. We shouldn't have left her alone." Grace grimaced. "She works far more than she needs to, AND she keeps up with her studies."

Mila had a thought. "I wonder if Isabelle and Noelle know about her little obsession?"

Sarah raised an eyebrow. "You think she hasn't told them?"

"I wouldn't be surprised," Grace pouted. "She's kind of embarrassed of it."

"Which is stupid," Mila added. "I think it's the coolest thing."

"Well, it's one more thing that could get her in trouble if word got around," Sarah said. "Scratch that. It's worse than being friends with us. It's straight up illegal."

Mila winced. "It sounds terrible when you say it like that."

"She'll be fine. Her brother is usually with her," Grace told them. "But changing the topic, there were other things I wanted to ask you."

"Hm?"

"Mila, are you using much makeup or creams these days?"

"Ah?" Makeup and creams? Wait, now that she mentioned it... "I... don't think so. I thought I had to buy some more this month, but when I checked I noticed I had barely used any."

"Sarah?"

"Same, actually."

"What about your weight?"

"I've lost just under two kilos in the past two months," Sarah quickly answered, touching her lower abdominals. "Trying to lose fat here was always the hardest for me, but nearly all the extra is gone now."

"I can't say as accurately as Sarah can," Mila said, "but a couple of my shirts feel a bit looser, mostly around the back and the waist."

"How are you feeling?" Grace asked. "Anything wrong with you?"

Sarah narrowed her eyes, but answered clearly. "No. If anything, I'm better than ever."

"I'm actually waking up before my alarm now," Mila said. "And I don't feel tired at all. I feel great. And now that I think about it, my period didn't hit me anywhere near as hard as it usually does."

Grace blinked. "Your period?"

"Yeah. I usually get big headaches, right? And mood swings? But it was really smooth this month. Barely felt it."

"Mine doesn't hit me as hard as yours, but now that you mention it..."

"Where are you going with this, Grace?" Sarah asked.

"The three of us are losing weight without it negatively affecting our health. In fact, we all feel better than before, and it's happening despite our one or two extra trips to the coffee shop. We look good, even needing less makeup. It's even affecting our periods. Why do you think this is happening?"

Mila was confused. "I... don't know. When you put it like that, it's weird, isn't it?"

Sarah nodded. "What IS different?" After a second, she got it. "Oliver!"

"Oliver?" Mila asked.

"Sex is proven to be beneficial for the body," Sarah explained. "It reduces stress, lowers blood pressure, strengthens your immune system, improves your sleep, not to mention it can make for a mean workout. But..."

"Not to this extent, right?" Grace asked Sarah.

The blonde nodded again. "It was never this drastic before. Then again, none of the previous guys were... Oliver."

Mila felt a couple of steps behind her two friends, but the pieces were slowly falling in place. "Wait. Are you saying... Sex with Oliver is helping our health? More than it should?"

"Drastically so," Sarah said, then groaned. "I can't believe I didn't notice it."

"You work out more than we do," Grace told her. "Your diet is different, too. But it was noticeable for me, and I haven't done anything different these past two months. You know, other than being with Oliver."

"It all comes back to him, doesn't it?" Sarah sighed. "Well, we knew there was something strange about him."

"Don't say it like it's a bad thing," Mila told her.

"I'm not. But you can't deny it's weird."

Mila couldn't refute that. "Should we be worried, then?"

"I... don't think so," Grace said. "Cautious, maybe, but not worried. Let's monitor our condition more closely now. If you notice anything off, tell the others."

Sarah and Mila agreed.

"Still, this is pretty cool," Mila said, giggling. "Not only does it feel good to have sex with him, but it's also good for you!"

"If there are no side effects, yeah," Sarah said. "We should go for a general checkup at the doctor, just in case."

"Good idea," Grace agreed. She then chuckled. "It's always like this with us. We jump from topic to topic without closing any one."

"Right. So... What do we do about..." Mila swallowed. "Oliver and other girls?"

Sarah bit her lip. "I kind of... want to encourage it. Kind of. It's scary, but..."

"Shit, I'm the same," Grace admitted. "Mila?"

Mila pictured Oliver holding Noelle like he did with her. She pictured him kissing Alice's cheek in that loving way of his. Her chest warmed up at the thought.

"Only if it's either Alice or Noelle."

"I think he likes Noelle, actually," Grace said. "He'll never admit it, of course, but the signs were there."

"But how do we encourage this?" Sarah asked. "Do we just tell Oliver he's free to flirt with them?"

"Even if we do, it means nothing if he doesn't want to," Grace said. "He's been making strides in talking to people, but he's still all stiff around Alice and Noelle."

Mila grinned. "What if we get him into the student council?"

"All spots are taken, and I'd rather not do something so obvious as to ask Alice to kick someone out to let Oliver in." Grace sighed. "I think we might have to step aside a little bit."

Mila understood, and so long as it was only for a while, she accepted it.

After they ended their conversation, Sarah drove Mila to her house. Even after it was over, however, one question still lingered, one none of them could answer.

Why was sex with Oliver so different?

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Chapter 174: To the cafeteria again. Alone.

It wasn't like the girls and I spent every minute we were in school glued to each other, but at the very least we always ate lunch together. It caught me off guard when they said they'd eat with Lena and Amanda that day.

I was at a loss for a moment. If I was alone, there was no reason to go to the cafeteria. I could just eat at my desk in the classroom. It wasn't empty, but there were fewer people.

I sat down, brought out my lunch box and looked inside. Divided by compartments were some left-over sliced beef from last night, some mixed salad and some fruit. The other people in the classroom were in their own groups, also busy eating and talking, so they didn't pay attention to me, which was good. Still, this felt... wrong.

I was changing, wasn't I? If so, why did I choose to be alone here? Mila, Grace and Sarah weren't the only people I could talk to anymore. I could get along well enough with others, I knew that. But old insecurities don't go away just like that. It was the same stopping point as always. 'The others are probably busy. I shouldn't bother them.'

I bit my lip, closed the lid on my lunch box and carried it from the classroom to the cafeteria. Even if the others were busy, I felt like this was a step I had to take. Just one step.

Once there, I looked around. No empty tables, yet available seats. The same story as always.

...

Well, I was at the cafeteria already. I had to find a place to sit or walk away without even trying. Swallowing, I started making my way towards an available seat, one where three other people were having a lively conversation.

Just... think about it like you do at work, Oliver. Smile politely, be formal, ask with a soft tone of voice. That seems to work.

"Excuse me?" I spoke with a small smile. The three guys turned to me with curiosity. They were all seniors. "Would it be a problem if I sat here?"

The guys shared a quick look for confirmation before one of them answered. "Of course not. Go ahead."

My smile widened and I gave them a little nod. "Thanks."

I was about to sit down when I heard his voice.

"Yo! Oliver! Come over here, man!" Thomas called from three tables over.

"Ah!" I hadn't seen him. I turned to the three guys with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I didn't see my friend there. But thanks again."

"Sure, man. No problem."

I felt my hands shake, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it used to be. I don't know if this was for better or worse, but I went over to Thomas' table nonetheless. When I got there, I saw the two other girls sitting across from him.

"Thank God you're here, man. I need backup," Thomas told me.

"Backup?" I asked, sitting next to him and nodding a greeting towards Alice and Noelle. Thomas was friends with nearly the entire school, so seeing him with them wasn't that weird. Still.

"I'm getting bullied here. The basketball team is in danger, Oliver."

"W-What? N-No! That's not it at all!" Noelle quickly interjected.

"Don't be a baby, Thomas." Alice said. "I'm just telling you that the basketball club will be getting a budget reduction starting next month. The club has fewer players this year, right?"

"Well, yeah, we got about ten less people than last year, but..."

"That's ten less people's worth of equipment the club needs. And that money can go to other clubs who struggle to get what they need."

"Come on, Alice..."

"The balls are in good enough condition and the gym doesn't need repairs. If you guys don't make it to the national tournament this year, it might get reduced again, you know? The school can't give you money for transportation and lodging in other towns if you're not gonna use it."

"Ruthless!" Thomas groaned and lightly punched the table with his fist. "Our president is ruthless!"

"Her policies appeal to the frugal person in me, so I agree with her," I told him. "You can make do with what you have."

"Right?" Alice chuckled. "At least someone understands."

"It's always difficult to give the news to club captains," Noelle said, frowning. "Whenever we tell them about budget cuts, they take it out on us."

"The ones who get the angriest are the ones who misuse the money, so I don't feel bad about it," Alice said.

"Do you really have that much control over how much money the clubs get?" I asked her.

"Hmm. Yes and no," Alice said. "We check the amount of money each club uses, analyze it and make suggestions on how to distribute the school's club budget. The final decision lies with the principal, and he can make any changes he wants."

"That said, Alice's proposals are so thorough that the principal implements them as they are," Noelle said, smiling proudly.

"I think it's more that going over them is more trouble than it's worth for him," Alice clarified.

I grimaced. "Being the president sounds tough."

Alice smiled. "It's good training. Getting used to dealing with this sort of work will help me in the future."

"... I see." I smiled. "Yes, that's a good way to look at it." I could learn to think a bit more like that, too.

"Now, abruptly changing the topic," Thomas said. "How come I still haven't met the cat, Oliver?"

"Hm?"

Noelle's eyes brightened. "You haven't met Cake, Thomas?"

"I haven't even been to this guy's house yet," he said, pointing his thumb at me. "And I've invited him over to my place twice already. Can you believe him?"

"You never said you wanted to meet Cake," I defended myself. "Also, aren't you a dog person?"

"So are you, and now you have a cat sleeping on your chest at night."

Alice and Noelle began giggling.

"She sleeps on your chest?" Alice asked.

"When I wake up, she's there," I answered with a sigh. "Some nights she sleeps with me, some nights with Isabelle. Now she's getting into the habit of watching TV with my mom." I grimaced. "Sorry to say that the bed you bought her is kind of going to waste. She doesn't want to sleep there."

"That's fine, that's fine!" Noelle laughed. She had a warm soft laugh with a slight high pitch. It was cute. "I bet she'll start growing a bit more distant when she gets older."

"You think?" I asked. "The way things are going, I'm worried she'll turn out spoiled. Isabelle looks at her and she just melts and gives her everything."

Alice laughed. "I bet it makes you look like the bad guy when you say no."

"Pretty much, yes."

"Huh. So you're the strict kind of parent," Thomas said, giving me a look-over. "You don't look it, but I think it makes sense."

"What do looks have to do with it?"

"You look like the type to baby-talk to animals."

"Really?" Noelle blinked. "I think Oliver can look pretty intimidating at times."

I gaped at her, my chest feeling cold. "D-Do I really?"

"N-No! Wait! I meant imposing! Imposing!" she corrected, her face reddening deeply.

"I agree," Alice said with a grin. "Which is impressive for someone so short."

I winced.

"Ouch. Hit a man where it hurts, prez," Thomas said. "You're not earning yourself any votes for your next term, you know?"

"Please, I'm just joking. I'm sure there are plenty of girls who like short guys."

I felt a completely different kind of chill, and my sixth sense triggered with it.

Alice knew. I was sure by now that she was the girl Grace had first told me about. Alice was close friends with them. There was a big chance that they had told her. Call me paranoid, but I was sure. Alice knew I was dating her three friends.

But if she did, she didn't mind it.

Interesting.

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Chapter 175: Inviting Thomas over.

"Do some gardening, man," Thomas told me.

"Do you take care of your garden at home?" I asked him.

"Hm? No, my mom does."

"Then I don't want to hear it from you."

I invited the big guy to my house after he pretended to be offended that I had yet to show him my place. I showed him the backyard, he saw the sorry state it was in, and that was his answer to it.

Mom still wasn't home and Isabelle was out buying more of Cake's formula. It was just us two dudes right now. Well, two dudes and a tiny kitten struggling to keep up.

"I have no idea why you'd want to come over," I told him as we went up the stairs to my room. "It's not like I have anything interesting here."

"I want to check the browser history on your computer."

"I use incognito, and so should you."

"But it's my computer..."

"One day someone's gonna find out you're into MILFs."

"W-When did I ever tell you...!?" Thomas caught himself before finishing that sentence, but it was too late. "I hate you so much."

I laughed. "I'd say it was a shot in the dark, but not really. But hey, I don't judge. So long as you stay the hell away from my mom, that is."

"Dude." It was one of those cases where a single word said little, but the tone carried all the meaning.

"Just setting boundaries." I opened the door to my room and went in. Thomas followed after.

"Big words from the womanizer," he said as he looked around. Cake, meanwhile, climbed on my bed with more ease than before.

I wanted to reply with some witty comeback, but I couldn't. Something regarding that matter was bugging me, so I changed the subject.

"So? How's the basketball team doing? ARE you in danger of not making it to the national tournament this year?"

"We're always in danger. The province itself has really good teams." He went on to tell me most of it in more detail. How training was going, the attitude of his teammates, the opponents he was most worried about, all of it. I listened closely while I also played with Cake on my lap.

"I didn't know team captains had so much responsibility," I told him.

"The school leaves most of the club's activities up to the students, with teachers only acting as advisors most of the time. In our case, our coach is more hands-on about it, but I'm still tasked with watching over everyone."

"I never realized. No wonder the student council has so much work, then."

"Right? They have it worse than me, so it's hard to complain too much when they tell me they're reducing our budget." Thomas suddenly narrowed his eyes. "Speaking of the student council..."

I had a bad feeling about this.

"Hm?"

"Did... something happen between you and Noelle?"

I felt my chest freeze. "What? What do you mean?"

"For starters, you seem comfortable talking to her."

"Do I? I've gotten better at talking to people in general," I defended myself. But defended against what? Thomas wasn't implying anything. Yet.

"Fair enough. But she was looking at you a lot today at lunch."

"I mean, we were talking, right? Isn't it rude to look away?"

"You know what I mean."

"I don't, actually."

"I think she likes you, Oliver."

I groaned and left Cake on the floor. "You're seeing things."

"Maybe, but I'm usually right about this kind of stuff."

"We played games here the other day," I told him. "Everyone was here. Mila, Grace, Sarah, Isabelle, Alice and Noelle. Somehow we ended up playing fighting games all day. It was... fun." I sighed. "Even if she does like me, there's nothing to do, and you know it."

"I suppose," Thomas admitted. "I just, you know, wondered what you thought about it."

"Huh?"

"Do you like her?"

"What's this? Are you into Noelle?" I asked, trying to deflect.

"Me? Nah." He shrugged easily. "A bit too nerdy for my own tastes. Also way too short."

"What's wrong with being nerdy and short?"

"So you do like her."

"..." I rubbed the bridge of my nose. "I think she's cute, and I was surprised to find out we share some interests. But that's it." I grimaced. "That has to be it."

"Ah. Gotcha. Sorry."

A heavy silence loomed over us. It was awkward. But then, after looking around, Thomas saw my guitar and asked, "Hey, can you play Wonderwall?"

I blinked. "You know what? I... can't. Huh."

Awkwardness gone. We spent some time watching random videos after that. I can't believe I'm friends with a guy who enjoys videos of people falling. He laughs, but I always feel like it's happening to me.

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Chapter 176: Intermission - Pet camera.

Isabelle had completely forgotten she left it there. She didn't tell Oliver, and by the looks of it, he hadn't noticed it. It WAS rather small. For all that is good and pure, she did not mean to spy on him or anything! It was an accident. A damn accident!

She forgot she left the pet camera in his bedroom, and that the thing also came with an internal microphone. A crappy microphone, but it had one. She bought it like two days ago, tried it and wanted to show it to her brother, so she went into his room. He wasn't there and her mom called her, so she just left it on the floor next to his computer desk.

The camera was connected to her phone, so as she waited for the lady at the animal store to bring her Cake's formula, she decided to check if it really did work from anywhere. And it did.

Why? Why was she catching Oliver's secrets by accident!? She didn't mean it! And now she was finding out that Noelle seemed to have a crush on Oliver, and that her brother also sort of liked her friend.

It was shocking enough that her brother was going out with THREE GIRLS, but now this? And of course he'd say something like "It has to be nothing."

God, what should she do? Should she even do anything? To her, the answer was obviously no, don't interfere. But if Noelle had a crush on Oliver, she was only going to get hurt, and the last thing she wanted was for her brother to end up hurting her friends, even if he didn't mean it.

"Dammit, Oliver. Why'd you have to become such a handful?"

"Did you say something, miss?" the cashier asked her.

Isabelle blushed deeply. "N-No! Sorry, haha. Just talking to myself."

Isabelle didn't know what to do. The most sensible thing that came to mind was trying to make Noelle forget about Oliver, but... the idea of one of her best friends dating her brother was... neat.

"I'll just see where things go, I guess."

Oh, and she had to get that camera out of his room without him noticing. THANK GOD she only caught him talking to Thomas and not doing... something else. Whatever that something else was.

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Chapter 177: Studying.

Midterms were practically upon us, and you could tell the atmosphere at school was different. I could hear people asking each other questions after class, reviewing their notes during class, or asking the classic 'is that going to be in the test?' to the teachers. Not everyone was like that, of course. This was a high profile private school, which meant we had about as many serious students trying to get as much as they could out of it as we had rich kids who didn't really give a damn. Not being a rich kid, I was trying to be in the former camp.

I'm not the smartest guy around, but ever since I started studying a bit every night, I was able to follow classes much more easily. I would also ask Grace questions during recess, and she was always happy to answer. There were times when she didn't know either, so we either looked it up or asked a teacher.

My confidence level for these midterms was higher than ever before, but I still didn't have any expectations of acing them effortlessly. That was why we gathered at the library after classes were done.

Sarah, Mila, Thomas and I were each focusing on our textbooks and notes while Grace watched, answered questions and helped us out. I was studying math because I fucking suck at math.

"Remind me, why are you here?" Sarah asked Thomas.

"Our coach has an arbitrary rule for the basketball team. Whoever is the team captain has to score above 80% in tests or he loses the spot. My grades aren't bad, but now I can't risk it, so I asked my good and smart friend Grace to let me join you guys."

"So the coach is trying to fight against muscle brain stereotypes?" I asked.

"Yeah. And he says that if the captain does poorly, the rest of the team sees it as an excuse and don't try, either," Thomas explained.

"Less chatter, more reading, Mr. Muscle Brain," Grace chided.

"Yes ma'am!" Thomas said.

Sarah and I felt Grace's eyes on us, so we lowered our heads and turned back to our books. Something about her eyes was different today, even a little scary.

The library was large enough to rival the cafeteria, yet it had two long balconies on the second floor, taking advantage of the space the high roof offered. Instead of a clean, white aesthetic, our library chose large, dark, carved wooden bookshelves, tables and chairs. There were areas to sit and read, cubicles for the use of computers, and even small rooms for about 5-6 people one could reserve in advance. Those rooms were soundproof, had a large table and even a whiteboard. Perfect environment for group studying, really, which made it unsurprising that they were all reserved before we even got a chance.

We were at one of the largest tables, with other people around us occupying others, and quiet chatter echoed in the large hall. 'Twas really the season for studying. Not fun, but necessary, and some people have an even harder time than me handling things that aren't fun.

"I can't anymore! My head hurts!" Mila groaned and rested her forehead on the table. "We've studied enough, right? Can we go now?"

Grace spoke in a deadpanned tone that sounded a little forced. "We've been here 20 minutes, Mila."

"I hate this..." Mila moaned.

Grace sighed. "Then go. I'm not your mother. I'm not going to force you to study. Go home or stop complaining."

Mila flinched and went back to her textbook.

I could tell Grace's voice had a bit of an edge to it. Her patience was giving in. I could understand it, actually. It sucks when someone asks for your help but they complain all the time. Add to that the fact that Grace took her studies seriously, which was sometimes easy to forget with how easy going she was most of the time. Still, it was strange to hear her speak like that. It was like she'd snap at any moment.

"Grace?" I called.

"Yes?"

"Can you help me with this problem?"

She smiled. "Sure. What is it?"

"I don't know which formula I should be using for this."

Grace sat down closely next to me and started explaining everything. I was really aware of how close she was, how amazing she smelled and how her lips had a faint glister to them that made me want to lean in and kiss her. But as I looked at her, I noticed how into her explanation she was. Getting distracted was doing her a disservice, so I brought my eyes back to my notebook again.

After 20 more minutes, Grace finally allowed us to take a break. There were collective groans of relief all around.

"How on earth do you know so much?" Thomas asked Grace, sinking in his own chair. "Do you even need to study?"

"I've said it before. My dad and I have a deal. I get good grades, he gives me a good allowance. Good grades also mean my mother isn't on our case all the time. School is practically my one responsibility, so I have to do it right."

"Is there something you want to do in the future?" I asked her. I certainly didn't expect her to scowl like I'd just touched a nerve. "Grace?"

She sighed and bit her lip. "My dad owns a contracting company. He wants me to become an engineer and work with him after university. Actually, he acts like that's what I'll do. He's never even asked me what I want to do."

"And what DO you want to do?" Sarah asked her. "You could probably do anything if you put your mind to it."

"I can see you being a lawyer," Mila said.

"That's the thing. I... don't really have anything I want to work on. I can't exactly complain and say I don't want to be an engineer because there's nothing else I'd rather be."

"Not to be sexist or anything, but being an engineer as a woman sounds tough," Thomas said. "As far as I know, the field is mostly men."

"What? You think Grace can't be a good engineer because she's a woman?" Sarah asked, raising her eyebrow.

"NOT what I meant. The issue is with the work environment. Like it or not, she's gonna be looked down upon by men who think women don't belong in the field."

"I wouldn't worry," I said, looking at Thomas. "I'm sure there will be men who'll look down on her, and they'll be idiots. You'd need to have a screw loose to mess with Grace, and if they do, well, they'll soon learn not to. Grace is more than capable of standing up to anyone. Capable of doing whatever she wants, too."

"Oooh, someone's getting shy!" Mila teased.

We all looked at Grace, who was all stiff, looking down at her knees and with a full, deep blush on her face.

"I'd get like that, too, if someone said something like that about me," Sarah grinned teasingly at her friend.

Thomas laughed. "I didn't know you could be so fucking smooth, dude."

"Alright! Break's over! Go back to studying!" Grace yelled at us.

It earned us a mean look from the librarian.

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Chapter 178: And yet more studying.

It was a Sunday afternoon, the day right before midterms started. I was laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling with a furrowed brow. To put it simply, I was feeling a little stressed and that had me cranky.

All week was nothing but school, studying for exams, gym, work, and more studying. You may have noticed nowhere in that list was sex, and that was the main issue.

Dammit, I didn't want it to be this way, but the lack of sex was getting to me. It had only been over a week! A normal person should be able to abstain for that long, right? I shouldn't be feeling this light headache and this... hard to describe, uncomfortable, phantom feeling between my legs. Why was I sure it was due to the lack of sex? I didn't know, but I did. Kind of like how your stomach starts rumbling and you know you're hungry, my body was telling me this was due to a lack of sex.

Since it was a Sunday, I was hoping I could get together with at least one of the girls. Hoping, but it was not to be. Grace was out with her mother, Sarah at a family gathering, and Mila taking care of her little brother while their parents were out.

I groaned as I rubbed my face. I probably shouldn't be lamenting that I couldn't see the girls only because it meant no sex, but right now I couldn't help it. I wanted to fondle Grace's tits, I wanted Sarah to deepthroat me. Hell, I was even looking forward to finally trying out anal with Mila. But no, I was home, alone.

Well, not exactly alone. Downstairs, in the dining room, my sister, Alice and Noelle were studying together. I had to wonder how much they could concentrate with a furball attacking their shoes every once in a while, but Alice and Noelle wanted to have Cake around.

I should be studying, too, but I felt like that was 55% of my week, and I wasn't confident I could concentrate. But it was better than wasting my time laying in bed thinking how nice it would be to have a girl close.

Horny fucking bastard.

With a resigned sigh, I stood up and started making my way down to the kitchen to grab a drink before I got to it. It was... a bad idea.

As I walked by the dining room, I saw the three girls sitting around the table, textbooks and notebooks opened. I greeted them when they arrived, and I didn't want to bother them while they studied, so I walked quickly. Or that was the plan.

My eyes lingered on my sister's friends for a moment. Alice was wearing a pale yellow, long sleeved shirt with its first two buttons undone. She had a white undershirt, so no cleavage was visible, but... I couldn't help but notice how her breasts seemed to stretch the fabric of her clothes around that area. Hers were about as big as Grace's, after all. Then there was Noelle, clad in a tight, black turtleneck that hugged her figure. Even sitting, I could see she had a great hourglass figure. Big breasts, a narrow waist, wide hips... Her red hair also made her stand out a lot more.

Shit. I turned away as quickly as I could and went into the kitchen. That wasn't right. You can't just look at other girls like that simply because your girlfriends aren't around, Oliver. For fuck's sake!

I poured myself a glass of natural orange juice and told myself to calm down before I went back to my room. On the way there, though, I was stopped.

"That's weird..." I heard Alice say. "Why are we getting different results?"

"One of us is doing something wrong..." Isabelle said. She must've heard me walking by, because she turned around on her chair to look at me and call. "Hey, Oliver, got a sec?"

I suppressed a wince. No, don't make me go there. Don't make me stand close to them, not as I am now. Regardless, I went over to the table.

"What is it?"

Isabelle frowned. "Just a question. The three of us are working on this same math problem, but we're all getting different results. It's a longshot, but you wouldn't happen to know how to solve it, would you?"

"Let me see." I looked at the problem in Isabelle's notebook, at the way she was solving it, and my eyes lit up. I'd seen a problem like this one before, and Grace taught me how to solve it. "Ah. You don't use this formula here," I told her. "See, it says here you need to..."

I began to write it down in her notebook. When I was done Alice exclaimed, "Ah! Of course! Crap, I read the problem the wrong way!" She slapped her forehead. "Hahaha! Thanks Oliver."

Noelle giggled. "I was using the right formula, but I made a wrong calculation along the way."

"Look at you," Isabelle poked my chest, grinning. "And math's your worst subject."

"... I've been studying, too, you know," I told her.

"Hmm. Midterms start tomorrow. Why don't you study with us now?" Isabelle offered, looking to her friends to see what they thought.

"Yeah, come join us," Alice said. "The more the merrier, right?"

"Y-Yeah!" Noelle also agreed.

This was a terrible idea, and I WANTED to say no, but I didn't. Instead, I nodded my head, went to my room to get my own material, and sat down with them, next to Isabelle, with Alice and Noelle across from us.

Concentrating was difficult. The more time passed, the more aware I became of how... attractive these girls were. Alice was in full study mode, and she barely batted an eye, but my eyes caught Noelle's every once in a while, and we turned away awkwardly every time.

Worst part was, I think Isabelle noticed, yet she didn't say a word about it.

We studied for a couple of hours in total. Once done, the girls relaxed and started talking like they always did.

"Midterms can't be over soon enough," Isabelle said. "I want to go partying!"

Alice giggled. "I think Thomas is planning an end-of-midterms celebration at his house."

"Really? Yes!" Isabelle fist-pumped.

"You know..." Noelle started with a smile. "There's this... event next Sunday. It's a local fighting game tournament, but there will be live music and stuff. I... was curious and wanted to go, but I don't want to go alone."

Alice grimaced. "Sorry. I promised my brother I'd help him with something next Sunday."

Isabelle opened her mouth to speak, but then I saw her eyes widening. "I... I remembered I have something to do, too. Sorry, Noelle, but... Why don't you go with her, Oliver?"

"Eh?"

"Eh?" Noelle echoed.

"You're into games, right? And you've never gone to an event like this. It'll be fun!"

My lip quivered. I looked at Noelle, whose cheeks seemed to be taking a pink shade, yet she looked at me with anticipation. My sixth sense flared up, giving me an answer with crystal clear clarity.

She wanted me to say yes.

I swallowed. "Would... Would that be okay?" I asked Noelle.

"Y-Yes. If... If you'd like to."

"..."

"..."

Boy this was awkward.

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Chapter 179: Keeping things clear.

"Did I royally fuck up?" I asked Thomas that very next day during the first recess. We were on the stairs leading up to the school's rooftop. Alone.

"I wouldn't say so," the big man answered, rubbing his chin. "But I still think you should bring it up to the girls anyway. Better safe than sorry, and boy you'll be sorry if you keep this to yourself."

I nodded. "That was always the plan."

After I accepted Noelle's invitation to a fighting game event next Sunday, my mind kept running circles over the idea. Mainly, whether or not it was right of me to accept or not. After all, it would just be the two of us. Well, the two of us in a place full of other people, but you get what I mean. On top of that, if what Thomas believed was right, I had accepted the invitation of a girl who... may have a crush on me. And as you may know, I have three girlfriends.

I had a hard time sleeping that night.

"Sometimes I think I'm jealous of you," Thomas said, "but at times like these, I'm glad I'm not in your shoes."

"I'm not sure I like having a social life anymore."

"Suck it up. Be a man and talk to the girls. Own up to your actions and take responsibility."

"That's all really easy to say for a man who's single."

Thomas laughed. "It has to have SOME perks, right?"

I sighed. "If the girls seem upset about it, I'll tell Noelle something came up and I can't go. I don't like it, but it is what it is. However... Say that they don't mind. What should I do?"

Thomas made an exaggerated head-tilt. "Go to the event. What else?"

"Not what I meant! What I'm saying is... I get the feeling it's gonna be awkward."

"Oh, for sure."

"What should I do?"

"I dunno. You're the ladies' man."

"You're a real help."

Thomas bowed. "Anytime."

"You suck."

Thomas grinned. "Payback for your teasing whenever I go to the coffee shop."

"Maria asked me about you the other day."

His eyes widened and his jaw half-hung. "D-Did she? What did she... ask?"

"I'm not telling you."

With that, I started making my way down the stairs.

"You always need to have the last word, don't you?" Thomas grumbled, following.

***

I went to the girls that second recess. No point in postponing it, no matter how nervous it made me. It was worrying to think that it might upset them, not to mention I felt awful about it. It could also make them angry, which was just as bad.

I worried that they would eventually get tired of me, that they'd leave me for someone else one day. That feeling was going away over time, the trust I had in them growing every day, bit by bit. The last thing I wanted was to give them those same worries.

We talked in an empty hallway on the third floor, in an area where clubrooms were. No one would be coming here at this time.

"Why so nervous?" Sarah asked me. "You look like you were caught doing something wrong."

"What is it?" Grace asked.

"... Yesterday, Isabelle, Alice, Noelle and I were studying at my house," I began. "When we were done, Noelle... invited me to go to a fighting game tournament with her this Sunday."

They all blinked in surprise.

"Noelle asked you out on a date?" Mila asked.

"What? No!" I answered immediately. "She was asking her friends if they'd go with her. When both said they couldn't, my sister suggested I go with her."

"Did you... Did you give her an answer?" Grace asked.

I nodded while rubbing the back of my neck. "I said yes, but if you're not okay with it, I can tell her something else came up."

"Why wouldn't we be okay with it?" Grace asked.

Sarah grinned. "Don't tell me you're looking for an excuse to get out of it, Oliver. I thought you were past that sort of stuff."

"That's not it! I'm actually curious about what an event like this is like. But I thought..."

"Oliver, it's fine." Mila said, giggling. "Go. Have fun. It's not like we think you'll get stolen from us."

I grimaced. "Are you sure? The last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable."

Grace chuckled. "I'd say this goes in the opposite direction, actually."

The opposite direction?

"You want to get used to getting along with other people, right?" Sarah asked. "Then go."

My nerves and guilt slowly began to drift away. I could sense this really wasn't making them uncomfortable, and that they were earnestly encouraging me to take these steps to grow.

I don't deserve these girls. And yet I couldn't shake off the odd feeling that... that wasn't the whole story.

"Noelle, huh?" Mila said. "She's always been shy, but she used to be even more reserved."

"Hm? I thought you didn't know her well."

"We were in the same class during our sophomore year. We worked on some group projects together. We weren't close, but we got along well." Mila grimaced. "She was just... It was boring talking to her."

"Boring?" I asked, feeling a slight sting in my chest.

"It's... kind of shameful to admit, but I had a hard time talking to people who didn't share my interests. Whenever we spoke, she would tell me things that I just couldn't pay attention to. I don't even remember what she used to say."

I felt my own chest tightening up. "That's..."

"Awful," Grace said, finishing my sentence. "Oliver, you're free to ignore Mila from now on."

Sarah nodded. "Give her a taste of her own medicine."

"W-Wait! That was back then! Back then! I've changed!"

The girls had a hearty laugh, and while I chuckled along, I couldn't help but sympathize and wonder. Did Noelle go through stuff similar to what I experienced? How did she handle it?

I was growing more curious.

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Chapter 180: Relief.

"Hmm!! Yes! Yes! You like that, love?"

"God, yes!"

Grace's voice filled the hotel room. The large bed barely even creaked under us as my girlfriend rode my cock with two weeks' worth of pent up desire.

I held her waist and watched her tits bounce as she brought her hips down on me over and over. Her pussy desperately squeezed my cock, sucking me in and making me believe it would melt in that furnace.

Grace arched her back, supported herself with her hands on my thighs and began rocking back and forth. "Mmmm! God, I love your cock!"

"You're gonna make me come already," I told her between gasps.

"Do it! Fill me, love! I need your cum sloshing inside me!"

The rush of my orgasm hit me like a truck. It was worth resisting the urge to masturbate all this time. Fuck, I came so hard I was seeing white.

Grace's soft, quivering body fell on top of me. Our lips came together as if pulled to each other and our tongues met in a familiar dance. God, her lips were sweeter than honey.

"Why are your lips so tasty?" Grace half-mumbled in her post-orgasmic daze. It was like she was reading my mind.

"I was wondering the same. I don't want to stop kissing you."

Grace grinned into our kiss and caressed my cheek with the back of her fingers. After a couple of minutes, she rolled off of me with a heaving chest. "I need to use the bathroom now. Unless you've developed some brand new kinks in these past two weeks."

I threw a pillow at her, and she caught it with a hearty laugh before she got off the bed. I got scared when I saw her almost lose her footing to wobbly legs, but she got a hold of herself quickly. I got off the bed as well and walked out to the private terrace.

To celebrate the end of midterms week, the girls and I made a special reservation at our love hotel of choice. They prepared everything so we four could use their most expensive suite for five hours. We almost wanted to make it an overnight stay, but doing so would involve a lot of lying to our families. Not to mention I still had to wake up early the next day for the gym and later work.

By this time, Thomas' party probably hadn't quite started yet. When he invited us and we all unanimously declined, he was a little disappointed. Isabelle was going, though.

When I stepped out into the roofed terrace, I caught sight of an interesting scene in the hot tub. Sarah and Mila were heaving their breasts and staring at each other's chests.

"Are you sure they haven't gotten bigger?" Mila asked Sarah.

"My bras still fit," Sarah answered. "They might be a little tighter, but it could just be my imagination."

"Can breasts grow after 18 years of age?" I asked, casually stepping into the tub.

"There are cases," Sarah answered, moving closer to me. "And if hormone levels change, then they can grow even more."

"Is that so?" I held Sarah's tits and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Would you rather I was a titty monster like Grace?" she asked me.

"I've told you. You're perfect as you are." I leaned down to kiss her cleavage, both to prove my point and because she had a very sexy cleavage.

"Mmmm. But you like them big, right?" Sarah moaned and moved her hand down to my cock. In the hot water, she stroked me slowly while I continued planting kisses on her chest, neck and lips.

"And you think yours are small?" I asked.

"I think she's developing a bit of a complex," Mila said, hugging me from behind and rubbing her own chest on my back.

"I'm not," Sarah assured. "In fact, bigger tits would be a bother."

During all the playful groping and caresses, we eventually ended up tangled in a three-way kiss. Mila's tongue licked Sarah's as much as it did mine. Their chests were pressed against mine, and my hands fondled their butts as we relaxed in the hot tub.

"Hey..." Mila spoke quietly. "Do you think we can finally try it today?"

"Oh shit!" Sarah laughed. "Finally going through with it?"

"If you're going to," Grace interjected, walking out onto the terrace in her birthday suit, "Remember to use lube AND a condom. Ass to pussy is a real danger, and I don't think we're done here."

"Yeah." I nodded. Thankfully, the hotel provided both.

Grace brought them to us. It's... a bit shameful to admit I had trouble putting on the condom. It was, after all, my first time using one, shockingly enough. It felt strange, but I had to admit I felt a bit more comfortable with the idea of anal if I was wearing a condom.

Still inside the hot tub, Mila stood up and then bent over, propping herself on the edges of the tub and pointing her peachy ass towards me.

Sarah was the one who applied the lube to my dick, at her insistence. She was generous with it, stroking me and coating my condom-clad cock in a healthy amount of lubricant.

"This is kind of exciting," Grace said, sitting close on the edge of the tub, eyes on Mila's butt.

"It's embarrassing that you're both watching..." Mila said.

"Relax," Sarah told her. "It'll be worse if you're nervous. Or so I've heard, at least."

I reached out and began fondling Mila's butt. A mix of gentle caresses and hard squeezes made her let out sexy little moans.

"Ready?" I asked her.

"Ready."

It was surprising how easily it went in. I pushed in slowly, scared to hurt Mila, but given her reaction, I had little to worry about.

"Oh...! Oh! Ooooh!" She trembled and had to force herself to stay still. Her back arched and her head turned to the ceiling. "God, what's this?"

'What's this?' indeed. It felt so, so strange, so different. Colder, for starters, and... tighter. Despite the lube, I could tell there was more friction. And yet... It was good.

Behind me, Sarah held my shoulders and kissed my neck. "So? How is it?"

"Different," I said, letting out a gasp. "But good."

"Move, Oliver," Mila said, pleading. "Start moving."

I did. I began with slow, gentle thrusts. Simple back and forth movements, yet Mila's voice was already getting louder.

"Oh God! Oooh God! Yes! Mmmm! Harder!"

"Oh my!" Grace giggled. "She already wants it harder."

"Give the girl what she wants, baby," Sarah whispered in my ear. "Fuck that sexy piece of ass like you own it."

My head was spinning. I never believed it could be this good. Save the comparisons and discussions of preference for another day. Right then, I wanted to feel more of it.

I began to move faster, to thrust harder. Either the lube was doing a fantastic job or there was something else to this, but we had no issues. At no point did Mila complain about it hurting, and moving was relatively easy.

I held Mila's waist as I thrusted. My hips and thighs met her ass with loud slapping sounds. The water under us shook and rippled. Mila kept groaning in pleasure.

"Fuck! Fuuuck! I feel so full! It's... Ugh!!"

My lover came, and so did I. I felt her tightening around me as I shot my load inside the condom. I pulled out slowly, and Sarah was kind enough to remove the condom while I was coming out of my orgasmic daze.

Her legs trembling, Mila sat down at the edge of the tub as she enjoyed a few aftershocks of her climax. Our eyes met and I leaned forward to kiss her. She wrapped her arms and one leg around me as we made out.

After a while, she swallowed nervously and asked me. "S-So? Did you like it?"

I nodded. "I still had my reservations, but... It was amazing."

She grinned from ear to ear. "That means we can do it again?"

"Oh no. Not now, missy," Sarah interjected, pulling me away by the arm and sticking her tongue out to her friend. "It's my turn."

The girls laughed and I took a deep breath. Still around four more hours to enjoy this.