Oliver lost the best/post Kiera

“Ollie Ollie oxen free, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” Tori’s lilting voice wafted up like vaporous smoke as she continued to swing her legs. “Come to claim your prize?”

Oliver chuckled, taking another drag of the spliff and passing it back to Tori. “Surprisingly enough, no- “Tori’s legs swung as she swiveled into an upright position to look at Oliver with curious green eyes. Unsure of how to put any of this delicately, Oliver decided the naked truth was the way to go.

He explained the previous night’s events, the close call with Simon, meeting Kiera, what (and who) came after. Tori listened wordlessly, sharing the spliff with Oliver as he expressed his disappointment that he only had two weeks with Kiera, and his confusion about how much he had loved her cock.

Tori let him ramble, until Oliver paused to meet Tori’s eyes “What do I do Tor? Between our shower and my night with Kiera I can’t be straight, right?” Oliver sighed dejectedly, “I loved sucking her cock Tor, I loved everything about it.”

Tori pulled Oliver into a tight hug. Her head pressed into his chest; Tori weighed her words carefully. “Ollie, I was fifteen when I realized that the way I liked girls wasn’t the way my friends liked each other… I was sixteen before I was brave enough to kiss one for the first time. Everyone should get to go at their own pace, and all joking aside I am really happy for you.” She leaned her body down, squeezing Oliver in a hug. She paused a moment, “I mean two days ago this would have been a little more shocking tell you the truth. That whole fucking my dildo and kissing your cum in my mouth yesterday was the teensiest clue you were at least bi-curious.”

Oliver laughed, and gave Tori a playful swat on the ass, “that is so not how I thought you were going to finish that sentence.” Tori looked up at Oliver and stuck her tongue out mockingly “can’t let you get the wrong idea Ollie, I’ve got a reputation to uphold.” The pair stood embracing, their eyes locked.

“You said…” Tori started, as if unsure of what to say next, “you said Kiera wanted you to keep pursuing other interests still…” The words hanging in the air, their unsubtle intent a burning question.

Choosing his words carefully, Oliver shrugged “I think she doesn’t… she doesn’t want to build anything on so short a timeline, which I get… if it’s just friends who have sex, the parting won’t have the same loss of what could have been you know?” Tori nodded, gradually loosening her grip on the hug. “I mean she wants me to watch her camming… and I think there was a pretty heavily implied invitation to join her with a toy.” Tori stepped back out of the hug, opening her mouth to voice the thought that was suddenly the only thing in her mind.

“We could practice” Tori’s voice wavered, her normal confidence escaping her. Oliver tilted his head, not understanding. Wordlessly, Tori opened a drawer and pulled out lube and a strap on, “If you’re going to join her on a stream, you’re going to need to train yourself. You barely got halfway yesterday.”

A very confused Oliver nodded, his jaw suddenly hanging open in shock. Seizing the moment and regaining some of her usual swagger, she placed a pair of towels on her bed.

Tori stripped off her clothes and gestured impatiently for Oliver to do the same. “I’ll walk you through it Ollie, consider it a favor and partial collection on your loss yesterday.” Dropping his pants Oliver laid down on the bed, his knees pulled up, his soft cock dangling a single strand of precum.

Slipping into the leather harness of her strap on, bottle of lube in hand, Tori stood above Oliver. “A common misconception about anal little Ollie, is that it’s the same as fucking a pussy.” Tori began slathering the silicon cock, this one jet black and much smaller than the previous days toy, with lube. Oliver parted his knees, presenting his asshole. He had no idea what to say and followed instructions with acquiescing silence.