An important detail.

Keeping on with how bizarre it all was, we continued playing games like nothing ever happened. If mom walked into my room this moment, she would never even think two girls had just given me a blowjob. My dick was kind of satisfied, but my hand still itched. It wanted to keep groping Mila’s tits, and my eyes kept moving to her chest. The damn tease even gave them a little shake. Cruelty incarnate.

Mom did bring us drinks and a slice of cheesecake for each a little later, for which the girls were eternally grateful. When we were sure she was downstairs again, Grace spoke softly.

“What do you think she’d say if we told her we were going out?” she asked me.

“I don’t know,” I told her. “She’s been very supportive, but this… might be too much?”

“My parents would freak out, probably,” Sarah said, frowning. Whether it was at her parents' supposed disapproval or the fact that Mila just hit her character with a sweep, I wasn’t sure. Her eyes were still on the screen.

“Same,” Mila admitted. “But maybe since it’s you two, they’d understand?”

“I think my mom wouldn’t care,” Grace said, “but my dad would go ballistic.”

“None of this bodes well for me, huh?” I said. My chest felt tight.

“You asked us out. Deal with the consequences, baby,” Sarah said, then cursed under her breath as Mila took another round from her. “I don’t understand how this game works!”

“Want to try another game?” I offered.

“No, I like this one.”

Sarah was still playing with the arcade stick. She kept losing, but kept playing, too. I had to believe this wasn’t for my sake anymore.

Deal with the consequences, huh? I suppose she wasn’t wrong, but the thought was more frightening than anything else. Meeting their parents as I was at that time…

If the only good thing they could say about me was that I was good in bed, then that’d definitely get me killed. I needed to be… better, whatever that meant. Or everything that meant.

“Hey, don’t worry too much, Oliver,” Mila said. “It’s not like you have to meet our parents tomorrow. And if you do, we’ll just introduce you as a friend. They don’t need to know we’re going out yet.”

“If ever,” Sarah said. “Just a thought.”

“Right…” Grace sighed. “That might be the safest route.”

We weren’t full adults yet. Regardless of how the law saw us for being 18 years old, we still lived under our parents’ roofs and answered to them. Maybe if I lived alone in a shed somewhere far from my family, I wouldn’t have to worry about it, but that wasn’t the case, was it?

We didn’t do much the rest of the afternoon. We talked, we played games, we watched videos on my computer… It was a comfortable afternoon. I worried the lack of excitement would bore the girls, but that didn’t happen.

They left around 7:20 pm. When we went down so they could say goodbye to mom, we saw that Isabelle was there with her. It was an awkward moment where they exchanged short greetings and farewells at the same time. Isabelle had a hard time looking at them in the face.

Dinner was silent, but not that uncomfortable. Mom was happy to hear how much we’d laughed and screamed. She said my room had never seen so much activity. Isabelle was quieter than usual, but it wasn’t hard to guess she wasn’t happy that the three girls she didn’t like had been in her house.

Tough luck. This was another contender for best day of my life.

Monday came quickly. the start of another week. Already almost a month since school started. I couldn’t decide if time was flying or passing slower than I was used to. Probably both. Each day had more meaning than before, but at the same time there weren’t enough hours in the day to spend them with my girlfriends and do the things I needed to do. Like studying.

I spent most of Sunday finishing my homework and reviewing material. It was such a pain, but I was pushed forward by a very simple thought. If any of the girls’ parents asked me how I did in school and I had to answer the truth, I wasn’t going to be earning any points. Any motivation is good motivation, I suppose.

That Monday morning, after our usual early meeting in the old music room, the girls and I went back to our classroom with a couple of minutes to spare. None of us expected to see Kevin and Ben waiting right outside the door. They perked up when they saw us. When they saw me.

My steps faltered, but Sarah gave me a little push. The girls waved a quick hello to the guys and went into the classroom. They both looked like they wanted to talk to me, so I stopped.

“Mind if we talk over there?” Ben asked, pointing a thumb further down the hallway.

I nodded and followed them. We didn’t have much time, but by now almost everyone was in their classroom already. We were alone even in the hallway.

“We needed to apologize,” Kevin said, grimacing. “We stepped out of line the other night.”

“We thought we were just playing, but we clearly made you all uncomfortable,” Ben added. “I’m sorry. We’re used to acting like that with our friends, but we barely know you and you barely know us. We shouldn’t have pushed the matter.”

“We seriously didn’t expect… You know.” Kevin sighed. “It’s no excuse, I know. We fucked up. We’re serious, though. We won’t tell anyone. It might not look it, but we can keep our mouths shut when it matters.”

This was unexpected. I pursed my lips and pushed away the small desire to tell them that, yes, they fucked up and should’ve kept quiet. Saying that when they were already apologizing would’ve been out of line, too.

“Thanks,” I said. “I… didn’t handle the situation well, either. I’m… not used to hanging out with people. I may have overreacted. But thank you for apologizing.”

Both guys nodded. “So, we good?” Kevin asked. “Think we can still hang out?”

‘It might be too soon to write them off,’ Sarah told me that same night.

“...Yeah. I’d like that,” I answered.

Both guys smiled and offered a fist-bump, which I met with a relieved smile of my own.

Then a teacher walking down the hall yelled at us for standing there and we had to run to our respective classrooms.

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