[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 17 & 18. (Patreon)

Chapter 17: Casually lewd.

I noticed that the moment we went into the old music room, all four of us suddenly relaxed. A previously unnoticeable tension left our bodies. This was my safe space, so it was natural for me, but for them? It was strange.

“We have ten minutes,” Sarah said. “How are we gonna use them?”

“Oliver promised me I’d get to taste his cum next,” Grace sang, hugging me from behind and getting her hands close to my crotch, “and I’d bet my favorite plushie he’s a man of his word.”

“Okay, but I get to make out with him while you do that,” Mila said.

“Sure, that’s fair.”

“I have to say, Mila, I’m surprised,” Sarah said. “You used to even shy away from any sort of sex talk. What happened?”

“N-Nothing,” Mila shrugged. “I was just… you know, tired of being a virgin, okay? But let’s not waste the little time we have!”

Mila dragged me by the hand to the mattress, and I had no reason or desire to resist. I sat down on it and unzipped my pants. Mila sat to my left, Sarah to my right and Grace got in all fours in front of me. Mila immediately turned my head to her and started by licking from my chin to my lips.

“Then if you don’t mind, I’ll help myself to this big treat over here.” Grace took out my dick and gave it a teasing kiss at first. “Haaah! Just the smell is enough to make me dizzy.”

“You sound like a slut,” Sarah told her.

“You want to start counting men? And you know full well what I mean. This is like nothing else.”

“Yeah, alright,” Sarah conceded.

It was something I knew but didn’t want to think about. Mila was a virgin, but Sarah and Grace were obviously far more experienced. I didn’t want to think about them being with other men, even knowing I had no right to say anything about what they did with their lives. I forced myself to push those thoughts away and focused on something much better: Mila’s tongue.

She kissed me deeply, holding my cheeks as she rolled her tongue around mine and pulling away only for short seconds for us to catch our breaths. Meanwhile, Grace had taken my cock inside her mouth. She licked my underside as she bobbed her head, then ran circles around the tip before she wrapped it around my shaft. It was amazing.

“You know, this is pretty damn hot,” Sarah said. “Oliver, mind if I make a video?”

My first thought was ‘ME!? ON CAMERA!? ARE YOU CRAZY!?’ Then my second thought was ‘Grace and Mila on camera with ME!?’ That sounded a hell of a lot better. I hummed my approval of the idea and Sarah got her phone out.

“Saraaah, you’re gonna make me worry about how I look,” Grace pouted, but instead of asking her to stop she started fixing her hair to mover her bangs out of her face.

“Should we kiss sloppily for the video?” Mila asked, flicking her tongue on my lips.

“This isn’t a porno, you idiots. Just keep doing it like you were before. It’s hotter that way.”

Normally when I’m in front of a camera I stiffen and forget how to move my body. Thankfully my mind was not thinking one bit about the video. My mouth was being assaulted by the eager Mila and my cock was being serviced by the hungry Grace. I had no desire to think of anything else.

“Hngh!” My voice came out, and it seemed that was enough for Grace to know I was about to come.

“Here comes. Let me taste it, Oliver. Shoot it in my mouth!”

I came in her mouth, and all the while Mila never stopped kissing me. I grunted into her mouth and I filled another’s with my cum. The mere thought of it was enough to keep me hard.

I heard Grace swallowing, and I just had to get a good look at her. Her cheeks were flushed and her smiling lips glistered with her own drool. “Yeah, that’s definitely not normal cum. In the best of ways.”

“Okay, I’ll ask,” Mila said. “Does kissing normally feel this good?”

“Kissing can be pretty great depending on who you’re doing it with,” Sarah answered. “But Oliver here is in a league of his own. On a scale of 1 to 10, I’d give him a fucking 20.”

“We’re coming back here during lunch, aren’t we?” Grace asked. “We’ll have a full hour to play”

I was coming down from my high so I started to think a little clearer. They… wanted to come here again and do more of this? Of course, I wanted it too, but…

“Isn’t it…” I started, tripping on my words in the middle, “…dangerous?”

Sarah and Grace shared a look of confirmation. “This is probably the safest spot in the school, actually,” Sarah said. “There are already rumors going around of couples using other spots in the school to fuck. Behind the gym, other unused classrooms...”

“Are you for real?” Mila asked.

“Yeah, and they aren’t exactly rumors. Other students really do use them to fuck,” Grace said. “But for some reason no one ever speaks of this one room. Have to wonder why.”

“…Oh!” I exclaimed.

Sarah’s story made me recall a few situations back in the second semester of freshman year, when I started hiding in this room. I usually ran directly here to hide every recess and was generally undisturbed, but every once in a while people would open the door, see me there and leave in a hurry. Back then I was sure they were creeped out and were avoiding me, but remembering well most of those people went in pairs. A man and a woman.

“Oliver?” Mila asked.

“I… I think it’s because of me,” I admitted. “I’ve been… hiding here since freshman year.”

Sarah and Grace burst into laughter at that.

“So no one uses this room because there was always someone here before them?” Sarah asked. “That’s hilarious!”

“Word must’ve gotten around that this room was no good and then people just forgot about it,” Grace deduced.

But while Sarah and Grace laughed, Mila shot me a scary scowl. “Why have you been hiding here, though?”

Oh.

***

Chapter 18: Worries.

“Oh yeah, what’s with that?” Sarah realized. “You were hiding here?”

“Does it have something to do with how little you speak?” Grace asked.

“…” Pressure was returning to my chest. I didn’t want them to ask because I didn’t want to answer. Sure, they liked me, even if I had no idea why, but that was only regarding sex. What if I said something that made them think I was pathetic? What we had, whatever it was, was more than I could ever ask for. It had just started. I didn’t want to lose it. But… What if my silence pissed them off, too? They WERE asking. “I’m… not good with people,” I admitted.

“What do you mean?” Mila asked.

“…I’m afraid to speak,” I continued, pushing myself. Every word that came out of my mouth came out low, nearly hoarse, and made my head spin. “I don’t want…” to bother people, for them to laugh at me, to get in their way. How would they react if I said that? Probably think I’m being stupid and irrational, because I was.

“Oliver…” Mila started to say something but the bell rang, signaling the end of the second recess. “Urgh! Not now!” she cursed the sound.

“You’re not off the hook, mister,” Grace said, poking my nose. “We’ll continue this during lunch.”

“Don’t try to escape, you hear?” Sarah warned me.

It would be yet another period in which I would not be able to pay attention to class. I’d been saved by the bell, but only temporarily. We went back to our classroom in silence for another class.

***

I wasn’t planning to escape, I promise. It was the teacher who suddenly pulled me away when the lunch bell rang. She said Mr. Ortiz, our math and homeroom teacher, wanted to speak to me in his office.

I shot Sarah, Grace and Mila an apologetic look as I walked by, but they answered with annoyed scowls that made me flinch. Yep, they were mad.

I went to Mr. Ortiz’s office, knocked on the door and he allowed me in.

“Mr. Brooks, welcome,” the old teacher said with a kind smile. “Please, take a seat.” I sat across from him at his desk and waited for him to finish typing something on his computer. “Mr. Brooks, let me ask you how you’ve been doing these past few days.”

I raised an eyebrow at the question.

“You’ve always been a very quiet student. Not the best, not the worst, but you’re a responsible young man. Your assignments are rarely late, you are usually the first to raise your hand when we need people to clean the classroom, you’re always willing to help teachers and students with menial tasks… I could go on, but I think I’ve made my point. What I want to ask, Mr. Brooks, is if people have been bothering you recently.”

People bothering me? Wait. Did he mean those three? Because they were the only people aside from Thomas I had…socialized with recently.

“Your sister approached me this morning and asked me if you were doing okay. Then I saw you nervously leaving my class with… three of our most problematic students.”

We had guessed rumors would start spreading, but I didn’t think the teachers would notice so soon, let alone do something about it. Then again, my sister was meddling.

“You’re a kind young man, rarely refusing when people ask something of you. I’m worried these girls might be… taking advantage of you.”

Taking advantage of me? Far from it. I kept thinking that things seemed too good to be true, and I would have been worried there was something else behind it if not for that unexplainable certainty that, at the very least, they were attracted to me.

I shook my head. I still didn’t know what was happening, but these girls I admired had taken an interest in me. I didn’t feel like they were taking advantage of me.

“I see. Nevertheless, please be wary of them. Ms. Valentine has been caught in suspicious dealings in school grounds before, Ms. West has a record of violence and Ms. Aliev has been caught copying in tests and plagiarizing assignments. I don’t believe they’re the right crowd for a quiet young man like you.”

Here’s the translation: they are bitches and they’re bad news for a pushover like you. At least that was how my 18 year old self interpreted the teacher’s genuine worry. As kids, we’re too caught up in our own affairs that we can’t see the bigger picture. We don’t see what the teachers see. Problem is that the opposite also happens. Teachers have to keep such a broad view of the school that they can’t see much of what happens on an individual level for every student. It means it’s hard for us to see eye to eye, which is why I denied everything again.

“Very well. But remember that, should you ever feel troubled, you can approach any of the school staff, okay?”

To that I nodded mindlessly.

Mr. Ortiz let me go, and once out I wondered what I should do. The girls seemed mad, but… Yeah, I had to go to them and explain, or it’d make things worse. Probably. But where were they? The cafeteria? The old music room? I always brought my own lunch just to avoid the cafeteria. I took out my phone and stared at it for a good minute, wanting to send a message but not knowing what to write, who to send it to, if I should explain what had happened. But then it buzzed and I got a message from Sarah.

-Sarah: We’re in the old music room. Come when you’re done.