Intermission - A bit of snooping.

It didn’t feel good to snoop, but Grace told herself she was just trying to fall asleep again and they just so happened to be talking within earshot. She woke up when Diana arrived, having heard the door and the voices. She wasn’t drunk enough to pass out on the couch. She went to sleep fairly sober.

Grace heard most of their conversation and found it really cute. Though admittedly, it was a bit of a surprise to hear that Diana had her own issues at work. It shouldn’t have been, but she always projected such an air of competence that it was hard to imagine her unable to deal with, well, anything.

Of course she let herself be **** with Oliver. Who else if not him? And their boyfriend was on point with his encouragement, too. Grace couldn’t help but remember when she first started talking to him and how he used to ask stuff like ‘how do you even give a girl a compliment.’ He had come so far in so little time.

When Oliver asked Diana to make him a drink, Grace almost got up from the couch. She wanted to join them, but more than that… she wanted to listen to them talk more. She decided to stay where she was, facing away from them and towards the backrest of the couch under the blankets.

For a long moment, though, they didn’t say anything else. Grace could hear the bottles, the glasses and the ice. Not loud enough to be a bother, even if she had been sleeping. She just got lucky she woke up to hear this. Far better than waking up late at night to hear her parents fighting.

…

Okay, that went dark. Forget that part.

“Can you taste the difference?” Diana eventually asked.

“I think so, but I’m not sure if part of that is just in my head,” Oliver said. “It does taste stronger, though, for sure.”

“Like I’ve said, it can get a bit snobby. Most people would happily drink the one you made, but the ones who have developed a taste for higher quality stuff can’t go back. You can probably tell the difference between a sugary soda and one using other sweeteners, right?”

“Oh yeah, I can.”

“It’s like that.” Diana chuckled. “But don’t worry too much. Take your time and keep practicing. I know you’ll get it. And even if you don’t, that’s fine too. Don’t push yourself.”

“Really? It’s fine if I don’t get better?”

“Bartending is my passion, not yours. Yours is music, right? I’m… very happy to work with you, and I’m overjoyed that you’re trying so hard to learn more about what I do, but the last thing I want is for it to ever become a burden for you.”

“I admit it’s overwhelming, but… learning things is fun. I’ll keep practicing. And I like working with you, too.”

There was another short silence. Grace could easily imagine Oliver and Diana just staring into each other’s eyes, and it made her heart beat faster. She had to purse her lips hard to stop herself from giggling from giddiness.

“Hey, come here.”

Oh?

Oh!

It was faint, but the silence in the house made it possible for Grace to hear the sounds of them kissing. More intense breathing, wet lips meeting and parting, the slight ruffing of clothes that was likely the result of them hugging.

Shit. Oliver had made Grace come once just a few hours ago as they fooled around, and whether it was because of it or despite it, the sounds and the mental images were making her grow wet between her legs.

“...We’re going to wake Grace up,” Oliver said.

Oh no, don’t stop! This feels good!

“Dear, she’s either a really heavy sleeper or is already awake and just pretending,” Diana said. More kissing, heavier breathing, and Diana even let out a soft, insanely erotic moan.

He started groping her chest, didn’t he? Fuck, he had magic fingers. Literally, yeah, but also figuratively. Just a bit of touching on his part was enough to make a girl feel like an orgasm was getting closer.

Diana chuckled. “You’re eager. Did you not do anything with the others today?”

“Not much. It didn’t feel right to do it while you were away. It’s your house.”

“Mmm, I suppose I understand. And… appreciate it. But it’s fine. You can do whatever you want. So long as you clean up, of course. Ahn…!”

What is he doing!? What is he doing!? Ugh, Grace wanted to turn around and watch, to keep her eyes wide open and openly finger herself instead of barely brushing her fingers over her pajama shorts.

Her heart was racing faster. This was the biggest reason she encouraged Oliver to pursue other women. This strange and exhilarating sensation. Yes, getting to have this group of great friends as they all shared him was the best, but seeing him fuck other women felt like such a rare, forbiden and exciting kind of pleasure.

Oliver took a deep, quiet breath. Then… “Grace,” he spoke, almost making her flinch. “If you’re awake and this bothers you, give us a signal.”

Grace became a stone statue. She didn’t move, she didn’t breathe. She would give them NOTHING that could be interpreted as a signal.

The sounds resumed. More kissing, more barely audible moaning. Then something else. The first smack of flesh on flesh made Grace’s heart skip a beat and almost made her climax.

“We’ll apologize in the morning…” Diana said, breathily.

No, no. Grace would thank them in the morning because holy shit this was hot! She loved Oliver, she loved sex with Oliver, she loved orgies with Oliver, but THIS was something she rarely ever got to enjoy. Especially so after leaving school.

Grace couldn’t resist anymore. With the smallest and slowest of movements, she snuck her hand inside her shorts and a finger inside her pussy. The smacking sounds continued, Diana’s breathing became faster.

Where were they doing it? Grace pictured Diana bent over the bar counter and Oliver right behind her, holding her hips and driving that delicious, long, thick cock inside that insanely tight pussy.

Oh, fuck, Grace came already. Her finger happened to find a good spot just as those thoughts hit her, and she shivered in place, curled into a ball. Hopefully Oliver and Diana were too busy fucking to notice.

God, she wanted more of this. Why didn’t they do more of this? They were all pretty much into it! Even Oliver enjoyed the feeling of fucking while they watched.

…

They needed to record videos. That would be hot, too. God, having sex with Oliver while a video of Sarah and Alice deepthroating his cock played on the TV…

Another orgasm, smaller this time but long and sweet. Those two hadn’t finished yet, and Grace had totally lost track of time. Heh, they were getting a little louder, too. Guess they couldn’t help it.

…

It was a selfish wish, one born mostly of the arousal Grace felt at that moment, but… She definitely wanted to see Fernanda enjoying his cock, too.

Mmmm… One day.

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