[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapter 102. (Patreon)

Chapter 102: The color of her underwear.

You know, it wasn’t until the next morning, as I walked to school with the scenes of the day before in my mind, that it occurred to me. What if Sarah and Mila went to the former’s house and did… things together? Thus the picture.

Surprisingly, I dismissed it easily. I didn’t need them to tell me to know that didn’t happen. Even yesterday they looked like they were just trying things out. They were comfortable enough with it, sure, but I noticed a line they weren’t willing to cross. Yet, anyway. For once, I thought there was no point worrying about it, and my mind let it go. Again, I was sure of this.

My phone buzzed again. Twice, actually. Messages from Mila and Sarah. I read them as I walked, starting with Mila’s.

-Mila: Sorry, won’t make it early today. Have to take my brother to school and the damn brat is too slow. Here’s a picture as compensation.

The picture was of her, sticking her tongue out and giving a peace sign. Innocent, casual, and cute. Almost wanted to make it my background image, but no.

-Sarah: Sorry, I’ll be late today. Won’t be there for the usual thing. Dad asked me to sort something out at the shop.

With the message came a picture of her in her kitchen, drinking a pink smoothie out of a big glass through a yellow straw. Again, innocent, casual and cute. I liked these as much as the lewd ones. Made my chest feel warm and fuzzy.

Still, disappointing that they wouldn’t be able to make it. However… no such text came from Grace.

***

It was as I expected. I waited a few minutes in the old music room, and Grace appeared through the door.

“Did they tell you they’d be late, too?” she asked me, walking up to me.

I nodded.

“Smells fishy to me.” She chuckled and pecked my lips. “What happened yesterday?”

“Um… We went to the hotel. The same room we used,” I started. “We… Well, we had sex.”

“Uh-Huh. Anything of note?”

“...I think they liked the threesome more than they expected.”

Grace hummed in contemplation. “That doesn’t sound like something that would make them want to be late.”

“They said they were busy.”

“Fine, I’ll believe that for now. But that means you and I are all alone.”

I nodded. “It does.” Would it be okay to do it now, or was it too boring in school? Well, when in doubt, ask. I’ve learned that by now. “Would it be okay if I make it up to you now, then? You know, for yesterday?”

Grace turned away from me, and with her hands behind her back, walked over to the door. She locked it with the latch. She walked back to me, and with an innocent smile, she answered. “It would.” I was going to rest my hands on her waist, but she stepped back, now with a naughty smile. “I just had an idea of how you can do it, though.”

“I’m listening.”

“I’m going to ask you a single question. If you answer correctly, I’ll do anything you say until we have to go to class. If you answer wrong, YOU’LL do anything I say until class starts. What do you say?”

“Deal.”

Grace laughed. “Oh my. That was quick.”

“I said I wanted to make it up to you. Your compensation, your conditions.”

Still smiling, Grace shook her head like saying “Oh you…”

“So? What’s the question?”

“What’s the color of the underwear I’m wearing?”

So it was a guessing game? She could’ve asked me what was in her pocket, then. But really, this game had plenty of layers to think about. To start, was it better to lose or to win? It was to make it up to her, so I should probably lose. Could I do that on purpose?

The question was the color of her underwear. With that in mind, I had a big hint. She had asked me once which color of underwear I thought suited her best. I answered red. Had she chosen this question believing I would pick red? If so, she wanted me to win? Or maybe this was a double bluff?

…

…

…

I was overthinking it too much.

“Red,” I answered.

Without any change to her expression, Grace undid the first three buttons of her shirt and revealed the red silk bra underneath. She grinned. “Correct. Congratulations.”

I smiled wryly. “Did you want me to win?”

She walked up to me and stood very, very close. Her smiling face inches away from mine and her hands still behind her back. “I didn’t care either way. So? Your orders, master?” she asked in a sweet, submissive tone.

Oof. That sent a nice chill down my back. But… What should I have her do? Again, I needed to keep in mind that this was for her. So if that was the case…

I gently took one of her hands in mine and led her to the front of the classroom, where the teacher’s desk and the whiteboard still were. “Sit down,” I told her, nodding to the desk. Grace put her hands on it and hopped on.

“I want you to stay still,” I told her, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her only answer was her beautiful smile.

I took a short moment to look at her. She kept her clear green eyes on me, expectantly, wondering what I would do with the freedom she had given me. I put a thumb on her lips. It hadn’t yet been two full weeks since we started talking, and yet I had kissed her more times than I could count. Every time I saw these luscious, enticing lips, I wanted to make them mine.

Grace stuck out the tip of her tongue to lick my finger. It gave me chills. She then took it into her mouth, sucking on it and swirling her tongue around it, all the while keeping firm eye contact with me. I pulled my thumb away and brought it to my own mouth, drinking Grace’s remaining saliva from it.

Then I moved my hands down to her thighs, spreading her legs. I gave them a gentle squeeze. Comparing, Grace’s thighs were a little meatier, thicker than Mila’s, and more so than Sarah’s toned legs. But they were perfect, smooth and alluring. She started shivering at my touch, moistening her lips. Under her skirt, I could see a small spot darkening her red panties. I hooked my thumbs at their sides and pulled them down. Grace kicked off her shoes to make it easy to get them off.

I leaned closer and, with an arm around her shoulders, I claimed her lips like I’d done a thousand times before. Her voice escaped her in the form of a sudden, inadvertent moan. The feeling of her tongue moving in tandem with mine, along with the hunch, no, the knowledge that she wanted me every bit as much as I wanted her, always made every kiss so much more than simple lip-mashing.

I snuck my hand under her skirt, and my fingers teased her waiting pussy with the barest hints of touch. Even though I told her not to move and she was happy to play along, her hips squirmed every time my fingers dared to brush her slit.

“Oliver,” she pouted cutely, “don’t be a bully.”

I put a finger over her lips and gently shushed her, unable to contain my own grin. I continued kissing her and mercilessly teasing her for another minute before I moved on to the next thing I had in mind.