Postcoital talk.

Even after catching our breaths and clearing our heads, Sarah refused to pull away from me. She had once told me she could be damn clingy, and it really showed. It was something that would probably bother a lot of people. Thankfully, I’m not one of those! I was so starved for physical contact before I met these girls that having Sarah cling to me like she did was a dream come true.

She sat beside me on the desk, wearing nothing but her panties and her shirt, unbuttoned and without her bra. She cuddled close and let me fondle her breast to my heart’s content. Well, she led my hand there herself, so she wanted it. Her face was so close to mine that I could feel her breath.

“You’ve gotten so much better at talking dirty,” she praised, stroking my cock. Yeah, I hadn’t put my pants back on, either. “That was really hot.”

Right. Dirty talk. That was all.

“I’m glad,” I said with a small smile.

“And you know…” She blushed and looked down. “Just because it was dirty talk, doesn’t mean I didn’t mean it.”

My chest tightened. I swallowed. “Same here.”

Sarah grinned and slipped her tongue inside my mouth. We made out tenderly for a moment before she pulled away. “So I’m yours to savor, huh? You big pervert,” she teased.

It was my turn to blush. “W-Well… I can’t help it. You’re too sexy.” I could’ve sworn Sarah swallowed a squeal. “What about you? So you love me now?”

Her entire face went red. She hid it on my shoulder as she kissed my neck. “Wasn’t it obvious already?”

“It doesn’t count if you don’t say it,” I teased.

“I love you, Oliver. So much that it hurts.”

“That’s bad. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m a tough girl. I can take it.”

We laughed.

The short moment of silence made me realize Mila and Grace weren’t here yet. Considering how Sarah was acting today, though, it wouldn’t surprise me if she had asked for some alone time.

“Deepthroating you was far easier than I thought it would be,” she suddenly said. “I’d never done it before. Did you like it?”

“I loved it like you wouldn’t believe,” I told her, kissing her lips. “I’d like it more often, if it’s not a bother.”

Sarah grinned. “I came from doing it. It won’t be a bother at all.”

“Was that really your first time?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I didn’t even practice. I just wanted to… do more for you, and it just worked.”

I chuckled. “You’re amazing. Thank you.”

She looked down at my dick. It was long and thick. Not something one could easily deepthroat. “I don’t think it had much to do with me.”

“Hm?”

“No, never mind.” She shook her head. “Hey, sorry to come at you like that all of a sudden. Was it off putting? I won’t blame you if it was.”

“It was… confusing,” I admitted. “But not off putting. Did something happen?”

“No. I told you. I was just… thinking about you a lot.” She puffed her cheeks. “Is it wrong that I masturbate thinking about my stallion of a boyfriend?”

I smiled excitedly. “You were masturbating to me?”

Sarah’s face could be oozing steam if the room was any colder. She hid her face on my chest. “God, why did I say that?”

“It’s flattering.”

“If you start getting a big head, I’m gonna slap you,” she told me.

“Let me be happy to know that you think about me,” I defended myself.

Sarah held my face gently. “Of course I do. You won’t leave my head.”

We made out until Mila and Grace came in, telling us that it was a good thing they came to check up on us or we’d be going to class half-naked. Indeed, there were only two minutes left until the bell rang. We’d completely lost track of time.

Sarah and I got dressed as quickly as we could in front of our amused friends.

“No, it was plain bad,” Thomas told Kevin.

We were standing in the hallway, closer to their classroom than mine. Second recess had just started, and I met the guys on my way back from the restroom. They dragged me into their conversation.

“It wasn't!” Kevin argued. “Oliver, tell him!”

“Sorry,” I smiled apologetically. “I didn’t even finish the first season of that show. I can’t comment on the last one.”

“Good. Keep it that way,” Thomas said, shaking his head. “Such a disappointing ending.”

“What do you watch, Oliver?” Ben asked me. “What kind of shows are you into?”

“I’m more into movies than shows,” I answered, shifting uncomfortably.

“Oliver!”

My sister’s voice called from further down the hallway and made us all turn to look at her. Isabelle walked up to us with a casual attitude I envied. She greeted the guys like she’d done it a hundred times, yet I didn’t think she was well acquainted with Ben and Kevin.

“Sorry guys, didn’t mean to interrupt,” she told them.

“It’s fine.” Thomas smiled. “Need a moment alone?”

“Nah, this’ll be quick. Oliver, mom sent me a message. She says the neighbor went to see Cake and that she’s doing fine. She let her play in the yard for a while and then let her back in the house. Look.” She put her phone in front of me, playing a short video of our cat chasing a small ball around.

I couldn’t help the smile. “Let’s buy Ms. Hope a chocolate as thanks.”

“Good idea! I’ll buy it after school. Can you go ahead?”

I nodded.

“That was all. I’ll leave you guys.” Isabelle waved and went to meet Noelle.

My eyes lingered on the redhead for a couple of seconds, and thankfully Thomas’ question brought me back.

“So the new cat is doing well?”

“You got a cat?” Kevin asked.

“Yes and yes,” I answered. “We named her Cake. She slept in Isabelle’s room last night, and didn’t make a fuss. I think she’ll adapt quickly.”

“Are you and your sister getting along now?” Thomas asked.

“Maybe. Too soon to tell.”

“Don’t get along well with your sister?” Ben asked.

“I thought twins always got along,” Kevin said.

“That was true until we were like 13 years old. It’s… complicated. Things may be getting better though.”

“That’s good.” Kevin nodded with a smile.

“So how’s it going at the gym?” I asked Ben, wanting to move the topic away from me. “Didn’t you have a spar this weekend?”

“Oh! Let me tell you about that!” he answered excitedly.

We talked until the bell rang again and we had to return to our classrooms.