[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 156 & 157. (Patreon)

Chapter 156: Postcoital talk.

Even after catching our breaths and clearing our heads, Sarah refused to pull away from me. She had once told me she could be damn clingy, and it really showed. It was something that would probably bother a lot of people. Thankfully, I’m not one of those! I was so starved for physical contact before I met these girls that having Sarah cling to me like she did was a dream come true.

She sat beside me on the desk, wearing nothing but her panties and her shirt, unbuttoned and without her bra. She cuddled close and let me fondle her breast to my heart’s content. Well, she led my hand there herself, so she wanted it. Her face was so close to mine that I could feel her breath.

“You’ve gotten so much better at talking dirty,” she praised, stroking my cock. Yeah, I hadn’t put my pants back on, either. “That was really hot.”

Right. Dirty talk. That was all.

“I’m glad,” I said with a small smile.

“And you know…” She blushed and looked down. “Just because it was dirty talk, doesn’t mean I didn’t mean it.”

My chest tightened. I swallowed. “Same here.”

Sarah grinned and slipped her tongue inside my mouth. We made out tenderly for a moment before she pulled away. “So I’m yours to savor, huh? You big pervert,” she teased.

It was my turn to blush. “W-Well… I can’t help it. You’re too sexy.” I could’ve sworn Sarah swallowed a squeal. “What about you? So you love me now?”

Her entire face went red. She hid it on my shoulder as she kissed my neck. “Wasn’t it obvious already?”

“It doesn’t count if you don’t say it,” I teased.

“I love you, Oliver. So much that it hurts.”

“That’s bad. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m a tough girl. I can take it.”

We laughed.

The short moment of silence made me realize Mila and Grace weren’t here yet. Considering how Sarah was acting today, though, it wouldn’t surprise me if she had asked for some alone time.

“Deepthroating you was far easier than I thought it would be,” she suddenly said. “I’d never done it before. Did you like it?”

“I loved it like you wouldn’t believe,” I told her, kissing her lips. “I’d like it more often, if it’s not a bother.”

Sarah grinned. “I came from doing it. It won’t be a bother at all.”

“Was that really your first time?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I didn’t even practice. I just wanted to… do more for you, and it just worked.”

I chuckled. “You’re amazing. Thank you.”

She looked down at my dick. It was long and thick. Not something one could easily deepthroat. “I don’t think it had much to do with me.”

“Hm?”

“No, never mind.” She shook her head. “Hey, sorry to come at you like that all of a sudden. Was it off putting? I won’t blame you if it was.”

“It was… confusing,” I admitted. “But not off putting. Did something happen?”

“No. I told you. I was just… thinking about you a lot.” She puffed her cheeks. “Is it wrong that I masturbate thinking about my stallion of a boyfriend?”

I smiled excitedly. “You were masturbating to me?”

Sarah’s face could be oozing steam if the room was any colder. She hid her face on my chest. “God, why did I say that?”

“It’s flattering.”

“If you start getting a big head, I’m gonna slap you,” she told me.

“Let me be happy to know that you think about me,” I defended myself.

Sarah held my face gently. “Of course I do. You won’t leave my head.”

We made out until Mila and Grace came in, telling us that it was a good thing they came to check up on us or we’d be going to class half-naked. Indeed, there were only two minutes left until the bell rang. We’d completely lost track of time.

Sarah and I got dressed as quickly as we could in front of our amused friends.

***

“No, it was plain bad,” Thomas told Kevin.

We were standing in the hallway, closer to their classroom than mine. Second recess had just started, and I met the guys on my way back from the restroom. They dragged me into their conversation.

“It wasn't!” Kevin argued. “Oliver, tell him!”

“Sorry,” I smiled apologetically. “I didn’t even finish the first season of that show. I can’t comment on the last one.”

“Good. Keep it that way,” Thomas said, shaking his head. “Such a disappointing ending.”

“What do you watch, Oliver?” Ben asked me. “What kind of shows are you into?”

“I’m more into movies than shows,” I answered, shifting uncomfortably.

“Oliver!”

My sister’s voice called from further down the hallway and made us all turn to look at her. Isabelle walked up to us with a casual attitude I envied. She greeted the guys like she’d done it a hundred times, yet I didn’t think she was well acquainted with Ben and Kevin.

“Sorry guys, didn’t mean to interrupt,” she told them.

“It’s fine.” Thomas smiled. “Need a moment alone?”

“Nah, this’ll be quick. Oliver, mom sent me a message. She says the neighbor went to see Cake and that she’s doing fine. She let her play in the yard for a while and then let her back in the house. Look.” She put her phone in front of me, playing a short video of our cat chasing a small ball around.

I couldn’t help the smile. “Let’s buy Ms. Hope a chocolate as thanks.”

“Good idea! I’ll buy it after school. Can you go ahead?”

I nodded.

“That was all. I’ll leave you guys.” Isabelle waved and went to meet Noelle.

My eyes lingered on the redhead for a couple of seconds, and thankfully Thomas’ question brought me back.

“So the new cat is doing well?”

“You got a cat?” Kevin asked.

“Yes and yes,” I answered. “We named her Cake. She slept in Isabelle’s room last night, and didn’t make a fuss. I think she’ll adapt quickly.”

“Are you and your sister getting along now?” Thomas asked.

“Maybe. Too soon to tell.”

“Don’t get along well with your sister?” Ben asked.

“I thought twins always got along,” Kevin said.

“That was true until we were like 13 years old. It’s… complicated. Things may be getting better though.”

“That’s good.” Kevin nodded with a smile.

“So how’s it going at the gym?” I asked Ben, wanting to move the topic away from me. “Didn’t you have a spar this weekend?”

“Oh! Let me tell you about that!” he answered excitedly.

We talked until the bell rang again and we had to return to our classrooms.

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Chapter 157: Meeting the cat.

After the last bell of the day, I saw the girls standing up from their seats, quickly putting their things away and walking over to me before I even had half my textbook inside my backpack.

"Come on, hurry up!" Mila said, her body shifting as if she had to stop herself from jumping. "I want to see the cat!"

I didn't tell them Alice and Noelle would be dropping by a little later, too. I had wondered if they would refuse to go if they knew, and if they would be mad at me when they found out I had known before inviting them and didn't mention it.

Well, they were Isabelle's guests, and technically speaking, I shouldn't know that there was a connection between them at all. I could very well be wrong about that connection, even. It was all conjecture.

Anyway, I kept my mouth shut and put my things away.

There was a moment after I stood up where I was standing next to Sarah, our shoulders nearly brushing, and our hands touched. I very nearly reached to hold hers firmly, and she did the same. I felt a couple of her fingers wrapping around mine, but a shout from one of our classmates to another made us pull away with a jerk. The yell was unrelated. Something about a borrowed pen. Nobody noticed our telling slip-up.

"Ugh, you're so slow!" Sarah said before she started walking ahead of us with a frustrated shake of the shoulders.

Beside me, Grace stifled a laugh and shot me a knowing grin. "She really wants to see the cat," she sang.

"Don't tease her." Mila giggled. "She's going through a phase."

With a small smile of my own I walked out of school with the girls.

***

"Excuse us!" Mila called as she walked into the house right behind me.

"Mom's still at work," I said, "And Isabelle went to buy something. She'll be here a little later. Maybe twenty minutes."

"So… we're alone right now?" Sarah asked.

"Hm? Yes."

My blonde girlfriend threw herself at my arms, meeting my lips in a fierce kiss that almost sent me to the floor. Her tongue assaulted me and her hands caught mine, fingers interlocking with a tight grip.

She pulled away after a long moment, gasping and still holding my hands. "I needed to get that out of my system."

"You need to get a lot out of your system, lately," Mila teased.

Grace shook her head with a smile. "And she tells me not to tease her."

I almost expected Sarah to pull away and defend herself, but she doubled down and hugged me closer. "And I still have more."

I chuckled. "I thought you were here to see the cat."

"I'm sure Sarah would rather show you HER pussy," Grace said with a face that was too proud of that dumb, predictable joke.

And I still laughed, dammit. What's wrong with me?

The girls waited in the living room while I went to get Cake. I opened the door to the laundry room and the was there, chasing the toy mouse. Until she saw me, that is. Then she forgot the mouse existed and ran to me as quickly as those little legs could carry her.

I carefully picked her up and started scratching the sides of her neck, under the golden-colored collar. Cake purred and nuzzled against my fingers.

"Sorry to leave you alone for so long," I said, speaking softer than usual, yet not in that strange voice people use to speak to animals and babies. Cake meowed at me happily. We were lucky she accepted us so quickly.

I walked back to the living room with Cake in my hands. Grace and Mila outright squealed at the sight of her, while Sarahsimply looked on with a smile. I set Cake down on the floor and the girls got closer.

Then something worrying happened.

Cake hissed at them and ran away the moment Mila reached to pet her.

“Huh?” I muttered, watching Cake walk away.

“I thought you said she was friendly,” Sarah said.

“H-Hey, Cake?” Mila tried to follow, looking dejected. “I just want to be friends!”

Cake hissed again, the hairs on her back standing, and ran away again, towards me. She started trying to climb up my leg, so I picked her up.

“What’s with you?” I asked her, scratching her head. “I don’t get it. She hasn’t acted like this with anyone, not even the neighbor.”

Grace looked at Cake, then walked closer to me and kissed my cheek. That caused Cake to hiss at her again, even letting her tiny, sharp claws out on my hands.

“Ouch!” I had to hold her by the armpits to avoid getting scratched even more.

“I think someone’s jealous,” Grace said, laughing.

“Can cats really tell something like that?” Sarah asked, skeptical.

“I mean, she knows this family rescued her, right?” Grace shrugged. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she thinks we’ll take away her new dad. He probably smells like us.”

“Do cats have that strong of a sense of smell?” I asked, letting Cake back on the floor as we all sat down around the living room. I sat on the couch with Sarah and Grace, while Mila kept chasing Cake around, trying to win her over.

“There are snacks for her in the kitchen,” I told her.

Mila went to get them, now focused on a new mission.

“I read once that a cat’s sense of smell is 9 to 16 times better than a humans because they have 45 to 200 million odor-sensitive cells in their noses, whereas humans only have like 10 million,” Grace explained. “Though the data was all over the place in different sources, so don’t quote me on that.”

“I’m not one to say animals are stupid,” Sarah said, “but I still don’t believe she gets that much.”

“The only pets I’ve ever had were a hamster and a parrot, so I can’t say.” Grace shrugged again. “But if the hundreds of dog and cat videos I’ve watched are to be believed, animals really are capable of sensing stuff like this. Cake is getting territorial.”

“Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t expect her to act this way.”

“It’s fine,” Sarah said. “It’s not like we’re offended that your cat doesn’t like us.”

“Can’t say the same for Mila, though,” Grace said, grinning as she watched her friend.

Mila was crawling slowly towards Cake, holding a small fish-shaped snack towards her. For a moment it looked like Cake would take the bribe, but then she ran away again.

“Oliveeeeer!” Mila moaned, looking at me like she was about to cry. It was cruel of me, but I found it pretty funny.

“Don’t give up,” I told her sheepishly.

Mila steeled her resolve and resumed her mission.