Holding onto a chance.

I paced around the room with uncertain steps. The girls walked out with a clearly fake excuse and with Grace looking way too serious for it to be about anything trivial. I was practically having an internal fight with myself.

Should I go after them and try to fix whatever I had done wrong? Should I stay and wait for them? Would they even be back? Grace said they would, but it didn’t guarantee anything. My sixth sense wasn’t telling me anything. What if they did come back but only to tell me we were done? I considered leaving and hiding somewhere else, but that would be no different to what I always did. I didn’t want to go back to being alone.

The girls ended up coming back before I could decide on anything, and much to my surprise, they were laughing and looked nothing like they had when they left. They looked like they were in high spirits, and the contrast of the before and after made me unsure if I should be relieved or even more worried.

“Um…!” I started before I even knew what I wanted to say. “I’m s-sorry. D-Did I say something wrong?”

Sarah frowned and walked up to me, only to lightly flick me in the forehead. “Why are you apologizing? You didn’t do anything at all.”

“I didn’t?”

“Sorry Oliver,” Grace said, walking towards me. “I had a little emergency and had to ask the girls to come with me. You know how it is, right?” I didn’t, actually, but I nodded nonetheless. “But you know, that gave me some time to think about your question.”

I swallowed. “A-And…?”

Grace smiled and licked her lips. She took her hand to her neck and started loosening her tie. “I’ll answer like this: Do you think I put on special underwear for rude men?” She undid the first three buttons of her shirt, allowing me to see the red silk bra she had shown me in the pictures last night. She unbuttoned her shirt to the last and took it off, gently setting it on a table as she kept walking towards me.

I heard the door locking and saw Mila there. She shot me a wink and went to stand beside Sarah. Then they both sat down on a couple of chairs and watched. They didn’t grab their phones or anything. They kept their eyes on Grace and me, but I couldn’t exactly focus on them when the girl in front of me was stepping out of her skirt and her shoes.

Grace really had an amazing body. Big, perfectly shaped tits; a narrow waist; large hips; a plump, round butt; smooth, creamy skin. With her stripping down to that silk underwear that only enhanced her alluring looks, it was impossible not to stare.

“G-Grace…” I protested weakly and mostly for the sake of the last strands of common sense left in my monkey brain. “We’re in school…”

“I know,” she said, grinning and taking my hand. “That’s how much I want you.” She put my hand on one of her breasts, and I simply couldn’t care about time and place anymore.

I groped her tits with both hands. My fingers sank into their softness and felt the smoothness of both fabric and skin. Grace shut her eyes and let out a sudden moan with pursed lips. She HAD said her boobs were particularly sensitive.

“Do you think I’d do stuff like this for you if I thought you were rude? If I didn’t like you?”

I swallowed. The way she was looking at me was like she was daring me to say yes. My sixth sense kicked in again, and I could tell that something had changed in this girl. A switch had been flipped. I couldn’t exactly determine what it was, but I knew, at least, that Grace was being serious.

I wanted to touch her more, I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to be inside her and make her scream from pleasure, but at that very moment, what I wanted above all else was to hug her. I pulled her into me and embraced her tightly, very aware of her softness and her warmth. She let out a surprised squeal at that. She was really there. The girl I’d had my biggest crush on wanted me.

In the back of my mind I felt like a damn fraud. The sculpted body I suddenly woke up with wasn’t mine, and there was no way I was so naturally good at sex with no experience in the slightest. I didn’t know what it was, but something had happened to me. What the girls liked about me wasn’t my personality, anything I’d done nor anything I had earned for myself. But even so, I… I would take advantage of it. I had to. Because it made Grace want me, because it made Sarah and Mila want me, because it made them willing to have sex with me at the same time. At that point, I was more terrified of losing this connection to them than I felt guilt over how little I deserved it.

“Oliver?” Grace spoke quietly, concerned. I didn’t want to worry her or kill the mood by acting all pathetic, so I moved my hands down her body and gave her plump ass a hard squeeze. “Hmm! Oooh, so that’s what you wanted,” she said, giggling. “Say, what do you like more? My tits or my butt?”

“All of you.” I answered surprisingly quickly. The words just came out and felt right.

They took Grace by surprise as well, and she blinked at me a few times before she grinned. “Well, aren’t you sweet? But I’d like a more concrete answer so I know how best to tease you.”

“…Then your boobs.”

“Good.” She then stepped back from me and pulled down her bra, letting me see her breasts in all their glory. “I’d like you to suck on them.”

And I did. With a racing heart, I leaned down and, while heaving one of her tits on each hand, I started sucking on one of her hardened nipples. I flicked my tongue on it and earned myself the sweet moans coming from Grace. She got her arms around my head and pulled me deeper into her bosom. I had a passing worry about my glasses, but I really couldn’t care much about them at that moment.

“Like we agreed, then,” I heard her speaking to the others. “I have him to myself for what’s left of lunch break.”

“Yeah,” Sarah said. “He did eat me out earlier, so fair’s fair.”

“Just remember your part of the deal, too,” Mila said.

“Of course,” Grace sang sweetly. “Now…” She gently held me by the sides of the head and moved me away from her cleavage. “Should we go all the way, Oliver?” she whispered sultrily. “Do you want to fuck my hot, wet pussy?”

Wordlessly, I nodded.