Old secrets out.

As I unbuttoned my shirt, I took a moment to let the fact that I was in Grace's room sink in. It felt just like being in Sarah's room, in the sense that it was something so simple yet felt so powerful. That three girls were currently undressing themselves for me only added to my arousal.

I had only just finished undoing my shirt when my eyes caught sight of Mila undoing the final button of her shirt as well, revealing the creamy white skin of her stomach. I felt the hunger rise in me, and I couldn't stop myself from stepping forward and devouring Mila with fierce kisses.

My girlfriend was only surprised for half a second. She quickly embrace me back and returned my kisses with a grin and erotic moans. I rested my hands on her hips while she held my face and licked my lips.

"You're not allowed to ever stop kissing me this way, you hear?" she told me.

"Loud and clear."

She took my hands and led them directly to her chest. My fingers touched the lacy pattern of her black bra and sank into supple flesh.

"You also need to touch me even more."

"Even more?" I asked, chuckling.

"Even more. I'm your girlfriend now. No excuses." She giggled and pecked my lips over and over.

My girlfriend. I still could hardly believe it.

I suddenly felt the entire, naked softness of Grace's body hugging me from behind. Her huge chest rubbed on my back as she nibbled my ear and spoke.

"Hey Oliver, did you know that Mila's been into you since freshman year?"

"W-What…?"

"Grace!" Mila blushed madly. "Don't give him the wrong idea."

"But you said you were interested," Grace said innocently, yet the amused grin on her lips betrayed her.

"Interested, yes, but I wasn't sure back then, okay?"

"Why deny it so hard?" Sarah asked, throwing aside her bra. "You're dating him now."

"It's important to keep the facts straight."

"I'm just happy to know you knew I existed," I told Mila, kissing her forehead.

"Hm? So you had a crush on her from back then, too?" Grace asked me teasingly.

I turned around to face her, cupped one of her cheeks and looked her straight in the eyes. "Actually, I had a crush on you."

"Huh?" Grace blinked at me, and her face began to turn redder and redder by the second. "O-On me?"

I nodded. "Because I thought you were a prim and proper girl. Then I caught you blackmailing someone and I realized you weren't who I thought you were."

"Oh. Well…"

Before the clear disappointment could grow any further, I pecked her lips and smiled at her lovingly. "But now that I know you better, I like you even more than I did back then."

Her blush deepened. She caressed my cheek with the tips of her fingers and kissed me deeply. "You almost screwed that up," she said, jokingly pinching my cheek.

"It's the truth. And besides, you and Sarah didn't even know I was in your class this year until Mila told you."

Both girls flinched. "Can't deny that," Sarah admitted.

"What does it even matter?" Mila said, taking my hand and leading me to the bed. "Things are starting now for us, aren't they?"

"I suppose." Grace came close to me and started getting me out of my pants. "I still think it would've been nice if we'd started talking sooner."

Sarah got behind me and helped me out of my shirt. "Who knows? Maybe we wouldn't have hit it off as well back then. We're not the same people we were during freshman year."

Mila began to kiss my neck, then moved down and started licking and planting kisses on my bare chest. It made me shiver. I moved my hand behind her, caressing her back and casually tracing my fingers along the back strap of her bra until I confirmed my suspicions. This one did unhook at the back. The strap loosened and Mila looked up at me with a smirk, moving away for a moment to take off her bra and let it drop on the floor.

I got an arm around Mila while she went back to kiss my chest, then pulled Sarah towards me and into a kiss. She held my face with both hands and moaned sweetly into my mouth, her tongue playing with mine. Meanwhile, Grace was getting me off my boxers and letting my erection free. She closed in on it, took it in her hand and took a soft whiff of it before she gave it a hard lick from the base to the tip.

"Just the smell makes me wet," she purred.

God, that…! The statement, her voice, and the truth behind it, not to mention her breath and tongue on my dick. I was getting more and more turned on.

I made out with Sarah, one of my hands moving down her body and giving her firm butt a squeeze before it found her crotch. I traced my fingers along her moist slit and they quickly became coated in her juices. Sarah kissed me harder and rubbed her chest on my side, wordlessly telling me to go further. Two fingers found their way inside her and slid in and out, slowly.

Grace took my dick inside her mouth and coated it in her saliva. She then moved down to lick my balls while she stroked my wet dick, making sloppy sounds. She moaned softly, in a trance, lost in her efforts and the taste of my dick.

Mila continued assaulting me with kisses all over my body. My neck, my chest, my shoulder… She looked down at Grace servicing my cock, licked her lips and moved her head down to take the tip of my dick into her mouth. Her tongue lolled around, and she moved one of her hands between her own legs. I could hear the faint sloshing sound becoming louder as she grew wetter.

With Grace's tongue on my balls, Mila's on my dick and Sarah's tangled with mine, it was very difficult to focus on my fingers, or it should've been, with how overwhelmed I was. Yet I still expertly fingered Sarah.

My middle finger moved in short circles around her G-spot while my thumb rubbed her clit. Sarah's mouth opened as she trembled from the building pleasure. She pressed her forehead on mine, eyes closed, gasping and tensing up until she exploded. Sarah came on my hand with a silent scream.

"...Fuck!" she cursed and started kissing my cheek over and over. "I'll need to learn to give you better blowjobs or this won't be fair at all."

Way to make a man feel at the top of the world. As if two girls on my dick wasn't enough.

Grace looked up at me,still stroking me, and asked, "So? Who's going first, Oliver?"