At Sarah’s house (Part 4)

I followed Sarah from the basement, to the first floor and up to the second, where she had said all bedrooms were. Soon enough we were in her room, which was surprisingly modest, considering the rest of the house. The walls were painted a light violet and the floor was of white carpet. Sarah had a double bed, a desk with a laptop on it, a couple of closets, a full mirror, but little else.

“It’s kind of boring, isn’t it?” she said, laughing awkwardly.

“Tells me you don’t spend all day cooped in your room like I do,” I offered, and that got a good chuckle out of her.

Sarah sat on her bed and patted the spot beside her to have me sit next to her. Obviously, I did just that. She got closer to me, taking my hand in hers and leaning in for a gentle kiss, lips only this time. It was nice, don’t get me wrong, but I could tell she was mostly buying time.

“Sarah? Is something wrong?”

She shook her head. “No. Nothing’s wrong. Nothing feels wrong. What you did down there felt really fucking good, even. That… scares me a bit, though.” Sarah stayed close to me, holding onto my arm and looking at me with uncharacteristic bashfulness.

“S-Should I not have done that?” I asked, worried.

“Not what I mean, Oliver. That was amazing. I liked it… Loved it. I let you do whatever you wanted, and the fact that I did is what’s scary.”

I… I think I understood. “I was kind of scared, too.”

“Were you?” Sarah asked. “Didn’t look it.”

I nodded. “I noticed you were letting me do anything, and I was scared I’d do something you didn’t like or something you were uncomfortable with.”

Sarah sighed. “I’ve never let anyone touch me the way I let you, you know?” she started, playfully tracing a finger along my chest. “I usually keep guys at a bigger distance. Some can be unintentionally brusque and… Well, it doesn’t feel very nice, to say the least. That’s why I prefer to take the lead, you know?”

“Have you…?” I started to form a question, but stopped myself. Did I need to ask it? Was it something I needed to know?

“Finish the question,” Sarah said, softly.

I swallowed. “H-Have you had bad experiences before, then?”

She took a deep breath. “I’ve slept with four other guys before, technically only dated two of them. Does that bother you?”

“…” I pursed my lips, then offered her a sheepish smile. “Just a little. I know it shouldn’t.”

“Two of them were good experiences, one not so much, the other was pretty bad. That’s as much as I feel like saying now. You, though? You’re something completely different.” Her hold on my hand tightened. “I barely know you, yet I feel good with you. I feel… safe. Problem is that I don’t know if I should.”

Well, that sounded pretty familiar. Still, I wouldn’t make this about me.

“And I’m not the only one, obviously. Grace and Mila feel the same. We wouldn’t let you fondle us so casually if that wasn’t the case. But that IS the case, and we DO let you. And that…” Sarah took in another deep breath. “The things you do to me feel out of this world. It’s insane. I never, NEVER, thought I’d enjoy letting someone, anyone, touch me so casually. Then we agreed to hold back on doing things at school these past few days, and THEN Mila and Grace started saying things… Crap, I feel like I’m rambling. My head’s a mess and it’s your fault.” She chuckled nervously and shook her head. “What I’m trying to say, Oliver, is that… Mila and Grace have been saying things, giving advice. They said to trust you, and I don’t think they’re wrong.”

“We’ve only been hanging out for a week, so I understand that this’ll sound weird, but… Being with you girls means a lot to me. I don’t understand why you all trust me so much, but I want to do everything I can to be worthy of that trust.”

“I know. That’s why… I’m willing to play along with you.”

“Play along? What do you mean?”

“Grace spilled the beans on your… interests.”

I flinched, but soon shook my head in resignation. “She told you what I’m into?”

“Yeah. You’re both quite the perverts,” she teased.

“It’s just a silly fantasy, Sarah…”

“Well, Grace was pretty excited about it. And so was I.”

Wait. What? “Wait. What?”

“It’s her damn fault! She made me read some of the erotic books she loves, and some of them were dumb free use stories. I wouldn’t have given them the time of day if Grace didn’t insist that the story was really good, and what do you know? It was a very… intimate romance story, surprisingly, and reading porn was far more stimulating than I imagined it would be. Some scenes left an impression, and then I had to meet you and for some reason let you fondle my tits during lunch breaks.” She grunted and shuddered. “It made me think that maybe I wouldn’t mind letting you… I mean, if it’s you, then… Hell, I already let you do things to me, so I don’t know why I felt the need to say all this.”

I couldn’t be hearing things right. I thought I was lucky to kind of sort of share a kink with Grace, but Sarah was into it as well? It couldn’t be.

“Y-You mean you…”

Sarah wrapped her arms around my neck. “I like the things you do to me and I feel safe with you, so I’m choosing to trust you. Let’s see where it goes. For today, at least, I’ll be in your hands.” She pecked my lips. “You can fuck me anywhere in this house and do whatever you like with me. I only have two conditions. One, nothing that hurts. Two, make me come my brains out.”