Intermission- Understanding more (Part 2).

“Honestly, at this point we’re not even sure,” Grace said, answering her question with a smirk on her face. She moved towards Alice and gave her a hug while cupping one of her boobs. “We enjoy doing girl-on-girl stuff, but we don’t exactly like girls. It’s weird.”

“The feeling is about the same among us all, too,” Alice said, giving Grace a kiss on the cheek. “It’s something we do amongst ourselves. I don’t think I’ve ever felt lust towards a girl outside our group.”

“We think it’s a thing that naturally started happening as we… watched each other with Oliver,” Diana said. “Well, I… explored a bit more of that side long before I met Oliver, so I understood it a bit better.”

“Yeah, we went through a lot of exploration and experimentation,” Grace said. “Now we’re pretty comfortable doing it, it’s super fun and Oliver gets turned on from watching us fool around with each other, so everyone wins.”

Alice swallowed nervously. “Unless… we’re making YOU uncomfortable?”

“Ah! N-No, not at all! I don’t mind. I’ve… never minded girl-on-girl stuff, actually.” She could probably blame it on porn, really. A lot of it has girls making out and doing more, so after an initial shock, Fernanda just saw it as a normal thing… and eventually even started to kind of like seeing it. “But… yeah, I think I understand what you mean. I don’t like girls romantically, but… Um… I do think you’re all super sexy.”

Fernanda hugged herself, trying to cover up from the embarrassment of saying that out loud. She feared she was overstepping their boundaries, that their acceptance and understanding was making her TOO comfortable, leading her to say inappropriate things.

“Well, thank you,” Diana said with a chuckle. “You’re really sexy, too.”

“Seriously, how do you even keep your butt in shape like that?” Grace said, trying to turn her head back to look at her own butt as she groped it. “Mine only started shaping up after I started dating Oliver. Before it was almost impossible to lose weight over there.”

“Um… I do work out, but part of it might be the… um… Latinamerican genes,” Fernanda said with a shy smile.

“Ah, I think I’ve heard stuff like that,” Grace said, chuckling. “Well, regarding the girl-on-girl stuff… know that I’d be happy to play if you wanted. All you need to do is ask.”

“Same here, if you’d like to. Don’t feel ****, though,” Alice said.

Fernanda’s heart skipped a beat. It was… really strange. It was one thing to be wanted by Oliver. Without trying to sound arrogant, she was… used to being wanted by guys. Being wanted by girls, though, was… new. New and flattering.

“Is there space for me in there or am I interrupting something?” Oliver asked, approaching the hot tub.

“You just caught Grace and Alice trying to steal your new girlfriend from you, dear,” Diana teased with a big naughty smirk.

Fernanda felt like her face was burning. “U-Um…!”

“And we’ll take her if you’re not careful,” Grace said, doubling down.

“Well, of course you’d want to. She’s super cute, isn’t she?” Oliver said.

Fernanda could’ve actually swooned from that. It was just such a… genuine, heartfelt compliment. He already had her craving for him. If he put his cock in front of her, she’d eagerly lick it, if he asked her to bend over, she would (and already had) and if he asked to do her in the butt… she’d probably be up for it, too. And yet he sounded so… happy, and even proud when he said she was cute. Those weren’t words to woo her, but words that he honestly believed. Ironically, they worked wonders to woo her ever more.

Oliver stepped into the hot tub, the eyes of all the girls locked on his standing member until it sank below the water. He sat down between Fernanda and Diana and let out a happy sigh as he wet his shoulders.

“Tired?” Alice asked teasingly.

“Nope,” he easily said.

Fernanda glanced towards the bed again. Mila, Noelle and Mila were getting off the bed and were coming over to the hot tub, as well. It WAS a big tub, but Fernanda wondered if it could fit eight people.

…

It could, surprisingly, and it wasn’t as tight a fit as Fernanda expected. Still, if she moved a bit to the left or to the right, she’d be rubbing shoulders with either Alice or Oliver respectively.

Mila sank up to her neck in the water, moaning happily as she muttered, “god, I love sex so much…” That caused a round of laughter, and though Mila joined in, she continued. “I’m serious, though! The other day, in modeling school, we had a class focused on learning to get rid of or work past embarrassment. I don’t really have that issue, but a lot of girls there have stage-fright, which is surprising. Anyway, we were asked to introduce ourselves in front of everyone and, like, say what our hobbies were. I was THIS CLOSE to saying that my hobby was having sex.”

“Mila!” Alice’s admonishing tone fell flat from how hard she laughed after it. Everyone did, though Fernanda was mostly shocked.

“But think about it! I looked it up in the dictionary, even. A hobby is ‘an activity or interest pursued for pleasure or relaxation and not as a main occupation.’ By that definition, it’s my main hobby!” Mila laughed. “Imagine the chaos that would’ve caused.”

“I don’t know if I could say sex is a hobby for me,” Oliver said, thinking with fingers holding his chin. “I mean, I sort of need it to live now.”

“Yeah, and you get so bothered and stressed when you have to do it…” Sarah said, rolling her eyes.

Again, everyone laughed, with Fernanda’s laughter being the softest. She feared laughing a bit too loudly, especially if it turned out that they said something she wasn’t supposed to laugh at. That said…

“Um… You wouldn’t really DIE if you didn’t have sex… right?” Fernanda asked him.

“It’s possible,” Oliver said. “But in the same way you’d die if you didn’t eat or drink water. It’s also not in the same proportions. The longest I’ve gone without is like… two weeks, I think? I started feeling weak and a bit sick, but I don’t think that was anywhere near ****.”

Fernanda felt an uncomfortable chill in her chest. Even just talking about the possibility of Oliver… dying was very uncomfortable. Sure, it wasn’t like he needed sex three times a day, but even so…

“Well, good thing we’ve got you covered on that front, isn’t it?” Diana said, moving closer to Oliver, pressing her chest against his arm and planting soft, passionate kisses along his neck and shoulder. “You’re not gonna be starving anytime soon. We’ll make sure of that.”

Fernanda felt it. It was like kindling to a lively fire. Oliver’s lust rose in an instant. He met Diana’s lips with a deep kiss, and Fernanda saw their tongues meeting outside before they locked lips.

Then she felt his arm around her waist. He pulled her towards himself and planted a hungry kiss on her. Fernanda melted and kissed him back, testing his delicious tongue again.

The fire was stoked inside her as well.

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