[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 142 & 143. (Patreon)

Chapter 142: A morning with Grace.

That Thursday morning I was the first to arrive at school, as usual. Isabelle had stopped trying to follow me, either because saw no point to it anymore or because she couldn’t keep up with the extra 30 minutes I had ahead of her. She wasn’t a morning person no matter how hard she tried.

By this point, the order of arrival was mostly settled. I lived the closest, so I was the first to arrive. Sarah was usually last because she had to open her family’s shop, and Mila was only slightly ahead of her because her parents decided that they were saving fuel and time if they made her take her little brother to school every morning. Poor boy probably arrived earlier than any of his friends. The first one to arrive after me was always Grace, since she didn’t have anything else to do in the mornings.

She came into the old music room, closing the door behind her without the latch. We had already switched to our winter uniforms. Even in fall, the weather got a lot colder. Grace had her pleated dark blue skirt, of course, but also went for black stockings. For the cold, no doubt, but they made her look even sexier. We all had a choice of wearing the school jacket, the school sweater, or both. Grace picked only the dark blue sweater for now. It fit her just a bit loosely, as it was a size bigger than it should be for her. When I asked, she said that a size smaller felt too tight around the chest.

“Good morning, Grace,” I said from my chair.

Instead of answering, Grace walked to me with her beautiful, eager smile. She sat on my lap, facing me, and held my head in place before she drew me into a deep, wet kiss that started tongue first.

I wasn’t going to fight it, so I wrapped my arms around her and returned it with equal eagerness. No matter how many times I tasted her mouth, I would never get tired of it, especially not when she let out those sweet, soft moans like she was already rising to a small climax.

She pulled away with a small thread of saliva still connecting us for a couple of seconds before it broke. Her pupils were already slightly dilated. Breathing heavily, she said, “Congratulations on getting a job.”

“Thank you.” I moved one of my hands down, under her skirt, to start rubbing her thigh. Her legs really looked amazing in stockings, and the fabric itself was soft to the touch. “I got lucky. I didn’t think I’d get it. I saw the ad and asked, just in case.”

“Luck or not, that’s not important. What’s important is that you keep it.”

I nodded. “I’m nervous. I’ve always been afraid to be a waiter.”

“The coffee shop is small. Even if it’s ever full, you won’t be dealing with numbers as high as a restaurant. Besides, you’ll get the hang of it quickly. You’re a quick learner.”

Even if she was saying it just to give me some confidence, I still felt better.

Grace gently ran the back of her fingers against my cheek. “Tell us when you have your first shift. We’ll be your first customers.”

“Speaking of. The owner, Ms. Maria –she told me not to call her miss– remembers that I asked you three out at her shop. She asked and teased me about it.”

“Oh? That sexy lady at the counter?” Grace smirked. “You’ll be working with her from now on?”

I nodded easily. “And Thomas has a crush on her.”

Grace’s eyebrows shot up along with a smile. “No kidding?”

I chuckled. “He saw her for the first time yesterday and got all shy around her.”

“You know, an older girl might be good for him.” Grace nodded to herself.

“He’s scared to ask her out, though. Him of all people.”

Grace giggled. “I bet an older woman is more intimidating to approach.”

I swallowed. Should I tell her?

…

No, I’ll keep to myself the thought that Thomas saw me as a threat. For now, at least. If it ever became a bigger issue, I’d tell them.

“Don’t tease him, please,” I told her instead.

“I won’t. If anything, I’ll encourage him. He needs to act quickly, or she will end up falling for you in only a couple of days.”

“Grace…”

“I’m joking.” She pecked my lips. “Mostly.”

I needed to change the subject. “Will you show me the picture you mentioned last night now?”

“Oh, you remember, huh? Made you curious?” she teased, tracing a finger along my jaw.

“Always. And the ‘Grace’ folder in my phone has fewer pictures than my ‘Mila’ and ‘Sarah’ folders.”

“Hmm. I can’t have that. I can’t have that at all.”

She grabbed her phone and, without showing me the screen, sent me the picture. I looked at my own phone to see it, and almost dropped it from the shock. You’d think I’d grow used to it by now, but these girls showed me some outrageous things when I least expected it.

Case in point, I was now looking at a picture of Grace in front of the mirror of her room, wearing a gray sweater dress with a wide, vertical slit on the front that put on display most of her cleavage, no, half her naked chest and even some of her stomach, just barely hiding her nipples. The elaborately knit dress also had an open back, with no shoulders and a high neck. It was highly risque, bordering on indecent. And MY GOD did she look like a goddess in it.

Grace leaned closer and nibbled on my earlobe, whispering. “What if I wore that on our next date?”

My hand moved subconsciously from Grace’s thigh back to her butt. My dick was getting hard already. I looked at the picture, at those nearly exposed breasts, then at the real deal right in front of me, clad in a much more modest sweater.

“Tempting, but I don’t want anyone else to see you like that,” I told her, putting my phone away and moving both my hands to squeeze her tits.

Grace let out a soft squeal and shuddered. She kissed my neck up and down.

“You know I’m yours, love. If it’s you, I wouldn’t mind you showing me off to everyone.” I felt her grin against my neck. “Show them this sexy piece of ass you made yours.”

Sometimes Grace would say things like that to tease me or to talk dirty, but this one was particularly strange because I was sure by now she wasn’t the type to appreciate being shown around like a piece of meat or a trophy wife.

“I don’t need to do that,” I told her.

She sighed with just the slightest hint of disappointment. “I know you don’t.”

“Grace?”

“Don’t you ever feel like wanting to get back at the people who wronged you?”

People who wronged me? “Hm? Who are you talking about?”

She smiled wryly. “Right. I guess it’s fresher in my mind than yours.”

What was she talking about?

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Chapter 143: An old wound.

“I’ve been carrying an investigation on my own,” she said, playing with my bangs by curling them around her finger. “It took a while because it’s been so long. Some of the people who had the best info moved away, so I had to get in contact with them through social media. One of them went by a fake Japanese name, so it was hard to find them.”

“What were you investigating?”

“Who was the son of a bitch who cut the strings of your guitar back in freshman year.”

Every muscle in my body went stiff for a couple of seconds. I stared at Grace, gaping, and she met my eyes with a firm look that said she didn’t regret a thing.

“...It happened like three years ago,” I told her. “I don’t care anymore.”

“Do you really?”

“...”

“Do you really never wonder why someone would do that? Aren’t you angry?”

I held Grace tightly around the waist. “I don’t like to think about it. It… It does make me mad, and I do wonder. But I was too much of a coward to do anything about it back then, and now it just doesn’t matter.”

“I know what happened now,” Grace said, speaking softly, kissing my cheek for comfort as she felt my arms holding her shake. “I can tell you. We could do something about it, too. I’m confident about this.”

“...” Now I understood what she meant before, and my sixth sense helped. I guess it was in Grace’s values. She wanted me to get back at those who looked down on me before, to show them I wasn’t a loser they could mock and take advantage of. It was… tempting, really, and it made me immensely happy that Grace cared about me like that, that she could be angry for my sake. But… “I don’t care. Or more like I don’t want to care.”

“Really?”

“Every once in a while I remember, and it makes me mad. But I don’t want to care. I want to move on. I’d rather forget that ever happened. I’m happy with the way things are now.”

Grace frowned. She clearly didn’t agree, and yet… “Okay.” She kissed my forehead. “If that’s what you want. It’s probably the more mature thing to do, really.”

“Sorry. You went through all that effort…”

“It’s fine,” she told me, tracing her thumb along my lips and grinning. “I’m glad I dug into it. Now I know you were cool even back then.”

Haah!? Me? Cool? In freshman year?

“Okay, now I really don’t want to hear it. You probably investigated someone else. Did you miss the part where I was a coward and quit?”

“I always make sure to cross-reference my sources.” She smirked and tapped my nose. “At the very least I’ll tell you this. Every person I questioned remembers you. They all said you were the best guitarist in the club.”

…

I blushed and hid my face in Grace’s chest. She giggled and let me stay there for a while before she pulled my face up.

“If you’re not gonna get back at assholes from back then,” she said, “then I’m going to make sure you enjoy the present like never before.”

“I’m already enjoying it.”

“You can always enjoy it more.” She grinned and kissed me, licking my lips. “I’m gonna spoil you rotten. I’m gonna make every single one of your wishes come true.” The eagerness and excitement in her voice was palpable.

We made out there, in the silence of the old music room, the cold forgotten thanks to the warmth of our bodies. Grace rocked her hips over my crotch, renewing my erection. She caressed my cheek, squeezed my bicep, moaned sweetly into me. It made me wonder how much time we had left, but I didn’t dare break the kiss to look at my phone. Sarah and Mila weren’t here yet, so we should still have more than enough.

Grace unbuckled my belt, lowered my pants to the floor and freed my dick from my boxers. I moved her panties aside and entered her with no resistance. My lover moaned softly as I bottomed out inside her.

“So wet already?” I teased her.

“Ready for whenever you want me, love.”

We made out again, this time with Grace’s hips rocking, my cock stirring her tightening pussy.

The door opened with little warning. Grace and I didn’t pull apart even as we turned our eyes towards the door to see Mila walking in.

Unlike Grace, Mila decided to wear only the school blazer over her shirt, and she wore white socks that didn’t quite reach her knees.

“My God, you guys are already going at it,” the Russian girl said.

“The mood was right,” Grace said, letting out a cute little yelp when my dick reached even deeper.

Mila left her bag on a table and came up to me to give me a good morning kiss before sitting on a chair close to us, watching us fuck.

Grace brought her hips down on me with more force, wanting to feel the tip of my cock that deep again. She tightened even more, holding me close while I held and squeezed her ass, green eyes glancing at Mila every once in a while.

“So good, love. Yes…” Grace moaned, kissing my neck and nibbling my ear. “So big. I love it. Do me harder, love.”

My lover shivered in her lust. Mila’s eyes on us, quietly enjoying the show, turned us both on even more.

I kissed Grace and began thrusting up, faster and harder. Grace moaned loudly and squirmed as she came on top of me, squeezing my dick to make me reach my own climax. The first of the day always came quicker, and I didn’t need to fight it.

I filled Grace’s pussy with a large, thick load, and we had to stay there, hugging for a few moments to enjoy the afterglow. We breathed deep, our chests heaving together.

“And what was it that got you in the mood?” Mila asked casually, like we nothing ever happened.

“Oh, you know… A little caress here, a little groping there…” Grace answered languidly.

“I suppose it had nothing to do with the fact that Oliver will be working at our new favorite place?”

“Yeah. We were talking about something else, actually.” Grace giggled. She didn’t even mention the previous topic. “Still, that’s gonna be weird. You probably won’t be going there in your free time anymore.”

“Probably? It’d be awkward,” I agreed. gathering my breath.

“Hmm… Speaking of which. Oliver?” Mila looked at me. “Do you have to wear something specific? Like a uniform?”

“Hm? Well, Yes, actually. Some black, formal pants and a white shirt. I don’t have anything like that, so I have to go shopping. They’ll give me an apron there.”

“When do you start?” Grace asked.

“This Saturday. Supposedly it’s the day with most customers.”

“Ouch. They’re throwing you to the lions immediately,” Mila said, then she grinned. “Can we go shopping with you?”

Grace’s eyes shone at that. “Yes! Please?”

I smiled wryly. “It’d help. Actually, my mom said she’d give me money to buy some clothes on my own, but I haven’t had time to go, so…”

“It’s a date, then!” Mila beamed.

“You’re going to the gym today, right?” Grace asked. “How about we meet at the mall after you’re done?”

I nodded. That sounded good.

“Remember to take a shower, stinky,” Mila said.

“I always shower after. Unlike a certain someone who forgets to clean up her luxury car.”

Grace laughed as Mila blushed deeply.

Sarah arrived just a few minutes later, as Grace and I were almost done cleaning ourselves. We told her of our plans and she was on board immediately.