Intermission - Sarah’s musings.

Sarah scrolled down the webpage she was browsing, chin resting on her free hand and her elbow propped on her desk in her bedroom. Her eyes narrowed at her computer screen with mild annoyance.

It was 11:20 pm on a Saturday, so her siblings, all dead tired from playing with their cousins all afternoon, were already asleep in their rooms. Her parents should be, too, but even so, Sarah made sure like three times that she had locked her bedroom door properly.

Eyeing her phone again, she took it and read the message Mila had sent 20 minutes ago,

-Mila: It worked even better than I hoped. I think I can confirm he has a lingerie fetish. He was a beast! More than usual, if you can believe it. He didn’t take it off me. It was AMAZING.

Wasn’t it always? Anyway, Sarah understood.

That was sent to the group chat that only had Mila, Grace and Sarah. They had made a new one to have Oliver in it when they started hanging out, but this one had existed for years. Sarah looked at the picture Mila had sent hours before, showing only the black set of underwear she’d bought.

Grumbling, she set her phone aside and continued browsing the lingerie section of the same site Mila had used. She frowned at every picture.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Nothing would suit her! Or at least, nothing… special. The bra and panties sets she liked were all black, and Mila had already worn black. The babydolls seemed more like Grace’s style. She was probably buying one right now, too. There were nice purple bras and panties she was sure Oliver would love to see her in, but…

Okay, stupidest complaint ever coming through, but Oliver loved to see her in anything! Not in the sense that he pretended to like it, but he genuinely did! He was SO EASY to please it was almost annoying.

Sarah’s chest tightened at the thought. If she wanted him to pamper her, all she needed to do was get a little flirty, undo a couple of buttons of her shirt or lift her skirt a tiny bit. He’d be all over her in seconds. But that wasn’t the reason she was browsing for new lingerie, of course. It was because Mila had confirmed what they suspected: their boyfriend loved sexy underwear, even if had never explicitly said it.

Sarah was looking for something that would make his eyes pop out, that would make him drool for her! That was what made it so fucking difficult! He already drooled for her, and she could NOT believe she was complaining about that!

“How do I make you happier, you idiot?” she grumbled to herself, eyes gliding over a pink lace bodysuit and dismissing it by the time she scrolled down. It wouldn’t look good on her. Pink wasn’t her color.

Sarah’s heart raced at emotions that had never been so strong before, at feelings that had never been there. She wanted to pamper him, she wanted to be pampered and spoiled rotten. She wanted to let him do as he wanted with her, because everything he did was out of this world. It reached the point where she started feeling… inadequate.

Everything he did made Sarah feel so damn good that she didn’t think she was doing the same for him. Oliver would deny it to the depths of hell, she was sure, but the feeling was there.

She gave up the search for the moment and threw herself back on her bed, bouncing once.

“How do I show him that I love him?” she groaned, frustrated, cheeks burning. If Grace heard her, she’d laugh. And hug her.

Sarah had only recently remembered a conversation she’d had with her mother a few years back. She’d forgotten they’d had it, but the contents lingered in the back of her mind.

It was a warning from her mother to her. To be careful and know that infatuation was not the same as love. Infatuation was amazing, she said. You feel as if you’re on cloud nine. Everything is perfect. He’s perfect. Every moment with him is perfect. And it is during those moments that you can make the worst mistakes. Sarah had forgotten that when it mattered, and it had hurt her.

She’d been on her toes when she got serious about Oliver because… Because everything she felt for him was ten, twenty times stronger than anything she’d felt for any other guy. The overwhelming sex was just the start, for God’s sake! That earth-shattering, incomparable pleasure he gave her was only one –the first, admittedly– of many reasons.

The way he looked at her with those dark, gray eyes when she talked, like he heard, understood and loved every stupid word that came out of her mouth. His smile, gentle and charming and adorable all at the same time, and without even trying. The effort he put into his own growth, pushing himself out of his comfort zone time and time again despite his crippling fear of people. His… mouth-watering body.

Shit, the mental images made her get goosebumps all over. By definition, this was just infatuation. Strong, blinding and dangerous infatuation. There was only one thing that let her throw away all precautions and pretenses, and that was the overwhelming… practically paranormal knowledge that Oliver reciprocated her feelings one to one.

That playboy with three girlfriends, who had only minutes ago been balls-deep inside one of her best friends in the whole world, loved Sarah from head to toe with as much passion as she did him and proved it with everything he did. The only reason he was with Mila at the hotel was because he felt exactly the same for her.

“Shit…” Sarah bit her lip and slid her hand inside her dolphin shorts. Already she felt the moistness of her lower lips.

Her mind conjured vivid images.

First came memories. Memories of her Oliver taking her here, on her bed, then taking her down in the kitchen from behind. She had put her arms on the kitchen counter and moaned her approval while he firmly held her hips and drove that magnificent, long, thick shaft inside her. Her fingers slid inside as the memory of their foursome in Grace’s bedroom played in her mind.

Then came the fantasies. Images of what she wished she could do with Oliver. What she wished Oliver would do to her. She wanted to suck his dick under a table, somewhere, anywhere, in public. She wanted to take him to a party and sneak off for a quick fuck in the bathroom while everyone else danced. She wanted to fuck in his bedroom, maybe with his sister in the adjacent room, only so he could have a bit of payback. There, she would moan loudly, scream his name over and over, praise him and his peerless cock.

Her fingers reached deeper. Tried to. They were her own fingers, not his. By now, it was like he knew her pussy better than she did. His fingers worked true magic, on a guitar and women both.

A light, healthy pang of jealousy hit Sarah. Mila had been with him just a while ago. She had him to herself, just how Sarah wanted him now. And the thought made her mind paint other pictures.

Mila under Oliver, that gorgeous silver hair of hers made a disheveled mess. She’d seen them fuck plenty of times. She knew how into it those two could get, though she wasn’t any different. Mila moaned sweetly into Oliver’s mouth, making out as if they wanted to eat each other. Oliver’s large cock bottomed out inside her friend’s pussy, making lewd sound as their hips met over and over.

Still biting her lip, eyes closed to better see the mental images, Sarah smiled as her finger found a nice spot. Even finding it, her fingers didn’t work Oliver’s magic.

“Oliver…” Sarah mumbled lowly. “I love you. You can have Mila. And Grace.” Her fingers worked hard, desperately to the images of her boyfriend fucking her best friends. Grace’s huge tits would swing wildly if Oliver didn’t love holding them and sucking on them so hard. “Then you can have me. All of me…” She swallowed. She was getting close. So close. “Shit. You can have others, baby…”

And suddenly the pictures changed. No longer was Oliver fucking Mila, or Grace, or her. He was in his bedroom, fucking Alice. They embraced each other like they were meant to be together, no idea whose limb belonged to whom. Olivier drove his cock inside Alice with as much passion as he did any of them, and the student president moaned his name and held him as if afraid to let go.

That image came as a shock, but she was so, so close she couldn’t dismiss it. If she did, her orgasm would leave her, so she kept the image clear in her mind. Oliver ravaged Alice like he would her, and Alice screamed her pleasure filled with ecstasy. Sarah’s body tensed, but only slightly. It was a nice orgasm, not at all like what Oliver could do to her, sadly. It only made her crave him more.

Sarah sat up with a blank expression, cheeks burning, unable to unsee the image of Oliver and Alice. Post-orgasmic clarity began to wash over her. She blinked, and kept her mind on the clear image still, expecting… to hate it. But she didn’t.

Oliver and Alice.

There were… worst things to be into, she supposed.

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