And yet more studying.

It was a Sunday afternoon, the day right before midterms started. I was laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling with a furrowed brow. To put it simply, I was feeling a little stressed and that had me cranky.

All week was nothing but school, studying for exams, gym, work, and more studying. You may have noticed nowhere in that list was sex, and that was the main issue.

Dammit, I didn’t want it to be this way, but the lack of sex was getting to me. It had only been over a week! A normal person should be able to abstain for that long, right? I shouldn’t be feeling this light headache and this… hard to describe, uncomfortable, phantom feeling between my legs. Why was I sure it was due to the lack of sex? I didn’t know, but I did. Kind of like how your stomach starts rumbling and you know you’re hungry, my body was telling me this was due to a lack of sex.

Since it was a Sunday, I was hoping I could get together with at least one of the girls. Hoping, but it was not to be. Grace was out with her mother, Sarah at a family gathering, and Mila taking care of her little brother while their parents were out.

I groaned as I rubbed my face. I probably shouldn’t be lamenting that I couldn’t see the girls only because it meant no sex, but right now I couldn’t help it. I wanted to fondle Grace’s tits, I wanted Sarah to deepthroat me. Hell, I was even looking forward to finally trying out anal with Mila. But no, I was home, alone.

Well, not exactly alone. Downstairs, in the dining room, my sister, Alice and Noelle were studying together. I had to wonder how much they could concentrate with a furball attacking their shoes every once in a while, but Alice and Noelle wanted to have Cake around.

I should be studying, too, but I felt like that was 55% of my week, and I wasn’t confident I could concentrate. But it was better than wasting my time laying in bed thinking how nice it would be to have a girl close.

Horny fucking bastard.

With a resigned sigh, I stood up and started making my way down to the kitchen to grab a drink before I got to it. It was… a bad idea.

As I walked by the dining room, I saw the three girls sitting around the table, textbooks and notebooks opened. I greeted them when they arrived, and I didn’t want to bother them while they studied, so I walked quickly. Or that was the plan.

My eyes lingered on my sister’s friends for a moment. Alice was wearing a pale yellow, long sleeved shirt with its first two buttons undone. She had a white undershirt, so no cleavage was visible, but… I couldn’t help but notice how her breasts seemed to stretch the fabric of her clothes around that area. Hers were about as big as Grace’s, after all. Then there was Noelle, clad in a tight, black turtleneck that hugged her figure. Even sitting, I could see she had a great hourglass figure. Big breasts, a narrow waist, wide hips… Her red hair also made her stand out a lot more.

Shit. I turned away as quickly as I could and went into the kitchen. That wasn’t right. You can’t just look at other girls like that simply because your girlfriends aren’t around, Oliver. For fuck’s sake!

I poured myself a glass of natural orange juice and told myself to calm down before I went back to my room. On the way there, though, I was stopped.

“That’s weird…” I heard Alice say. “Why are we getting different results?”

“One of us is doing something wrong…” Isabelle said. She must’ve heard me walking by, because she turned around on her chair to look at me and call. “Hey, Oliver, got a sec?”

I suppressed a wince. No, don’t make me go there. Don’t make me stand close to them, not as I am now. Regardless, I went over to the table.

“What is it?”

Isabelle frowned. “Just a question. The three of us are working on this same math problem, but we’re all getting different results. It’s a longshot, but you wouldn’t happen to know how to solve it, would you?”

“Let me see.” I looked at the problem in Isabelle’s notebook, at the way she was solving it, and my eyes lit up. I’d seen a problem like this one before, and Grace taught me how to solve it. “Ah. You don’t use this formula here,” I told her. “See, it says here you need to…”

I began to write it down in her notebook. When I was done Alice exclaimed, “Ah! Of course! Crap, I read the problem the wrong way!” She slapped her forehead. “Hahaha! Thanks Oliver.”

Noelle giggled. “I was using the right formula, but I made a wrong calculation along the way.”

“Look at you,” Isabelle poked my chest, grinning. “And math’s your worst subject.”

“...I’ve been studying, too, you know,” I told her.

“Hmm. Midterms start tomorrow. Why don’t you study with us now?” Isabelle offered, looking to her friends to see what they thought.

“Yeah, come join us,” Alice said. “The more the merrier, right?”

“Y-Yeah!” Noelle also agreed.

This was a terrible idea, and I WANTED to say no, but I didn’t. Instead, I nodded my head, went to my room to get my own material, and sat down with them, next to Isabelle, with Alice and Noelle across from us.

Concentrating was difficult. The more time passed, the more aware I became of how… attractive these girls were. Alice was in full study mode, and she barely batted an eye, but my eyes caught Noelle’s every once in a while, and we turned away awkwardly every time.

Worst part was, I think Isabelle noticed, yet she didn’t say a word about it.

We studied for a couple of hours in total. Once done, the girls relaxed and started talking like they always did.

“Midterms can’t be over soon enough,” Isabelle said. “I want to go partying!”

Alice giggled. “I think Thomas is planning an end-of-midterms celebration at his house.”

“Really? Yes!” Isabelle fist-pumpped.

“You know…” Noelle started with a smile. “There’s this… event next Sunday. It’s a local fighting game tournament, but there will be live music and stuff. I… was curious and wanted to go, but I don’t want to go alone.”

Alice grimaced. “Sorry. I promised my brother I’d help him with something next Sunday.”

Isabelle opened her mouth to speak, but then I saw her eyes widening. “I… I remembered I have something to do, too. Sorry, Noelle, but… Why don’t you go with her, Oliver?”

“Eh?”

“Eh?” Noelle echoed.

“You’re into games, right? And you’ve never gone to an event like this. It’ll be fun!”

My lip quivered. I looked at Noelle, whose cheeks seemed to be taking a pink shade, yet she looked at me with anticipation. My sixth sense flared up, giving me an answer with crystal clear clarity.

She wanted me to say yes.

I swallowed. “Would… Would that be okay?” I asked Noelle.

“Y-Yes. If… If you’d like to.”

“...”

“...”

Boy this was awkward.

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