Outing with Mila (Part 4)

“Oliver, can you take another picture of me?” Mila asked me, handing me her phone again. “Just a normal one this time.”

“Okay.”

She made sure her lemon pie and hot chocolate were visible in front of her. She posed across from me, sitting with her elbow on the table and her fingers holding her chin. She fixed her hair out of her face, moving her bangs behind her ear and giving me… No, not me. The camera. Giving the camera a charming, bright smile. I took like three pictures just to make sure I didn’t take it as she blinked or something.

“Thanks,” she told me, already uploading the picture. “I wonder if Grace and Sarah will see it. Should I send them a picture of us?” she asked, teasing.

I laughed nervously. “I’m not… photogenic.”

“Shut up! You look great,” she insisted. “In fact…” She aimed her phone at me and I heard the sound of a picture being taken. “Pfff! You look so surprised!” Mila laughed and showed me the picture.

I was looking at the camera with wide eyes and my mouth half-opened. I looked ridiculous.

“Please delete it,” I asked softly.

“No way! You look cute! I’m keeping it. Can I send it to Grace and Sarah?”

“…” I didn’t like how I looked in that, but the thought of the girls having a picture of me made me a little happy, so I just nodded. And as she sent the picture, I gave voice to the question I’d had in my mind since she spoke of the sponsorship she had. “Do you… use social media a lot?”

“Hm? Well… yes,” she admitted with a bashful giggle. “I post pictures of myself, of places I go to, of food I eat. I don’t know, it’s fun to share it, and like Sarah says, getting compliments on my appearance boosts the ego a little bit. Then there’s the creeps, of course, but I can just block them. You don’t use it?”

I shook my head. “Don’t have a reason to.”

Mila grimaced. “So… you really have no other friends?”

I winced, but it wasn’t something I could deny. “I know it’s pathetic,” I said, trying to laugh it off while my chest felt like it was being wrung out.

“It’s not, Oliver. It’s just… sad. Wait! Not that you’re a sad person!” she quickly corrected. “I meant that it makes me sad to hear. I get that you get nervous around people, but that no one's approached you…” Then I saw Mila biting her lip and furrowing her brow. She looked… angry and upset, but I didn’t think it was at me. “Hey Oliver, do you remember that we were in the same class during freshman year?”

Hm? “Y-Yes, I do.”

“Do you remember getting my backpack out of the storage shed’s roof one time?”

Huh? Why was she bringing that up for? I remembered, of course, because it made me so fucking mad. I listened to the group of girls that did it badmouth Mila in the classroom during recess while she was away. They were calling her a slut just because guys were interested in her. They suddenly decided to get ‘payback’ and got her backpack from her seat. I followed them, too afraid to actually stop them. I saw them throw the backpack on the roof, and once they were gone I looked for ways to get up and get the thing down. I wanted to get it done before Mila could even notice, but I took too long. She’d found out and gotten a janitor to help. I was already on the roof, so I just jumped down, backpack in hand and gave it to her. Then I ran away, even as the janitor yelled at me for climbing to the roof.

It made me mad that those girls would try to bully someone for petty fucking reasons, and it made me even angrier that I didn’t have the balls to stop them before they did anything. I watched it all happen and only acted once there was no one around. I was a coward.

“…I remember. I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for? You helped me, right? I don’t think I even said thanks. I… should’ve talked to you more, but I got you all wrong and I didn’t. I should be the one apologizing.”

I shook my head. “It’s not like you were obligated to. I… I didn’t help you so you would talk to me. It’s fine. I’m just… happy we can talk now.”

Mila smiled. “So am I. I mean it. So let’s make things clear, Oliver. You and I are friends now.”

My heart skipped a beat. “We are?”

“Yes.” Her next words she spoke in a soft, whispering voice. “Friends who do plenty of dirty things together, too. Friends who have sex. For now, at least. What do you say?”

For now? I was so damn used to thinking of worst case scenarios that my first idea was that she meant we were sex friends until she got tired of me. But forcing myself to look at her to give a proper answer, I saw her smiling gently at me. Seeing that, I just couldn’t bring myself to believe that was what she meant. Perhaps I was being too hopeful, but I started to believe she meant things could evolve into something more in the future.

I nodded. “I’ll do my best.”

“Oh? Then you’ve been half-assing it all this time?” She smirked. “I’m a little scared of how you are when getting serious, then.”

That wasn’t what I meant, but I did think that I could do more and better than I’d done thus far. Like whatever new skills or… powers I had now, I still hadn’t fully tapped into them. I would try my best to bring it all out and convince Mila and the others that I was enough. That… That they could be with me at the same time and not regret it.

“I’d like to speak for Grace and Sarah, but it’s better if you talk about this stuff with them directly, right?”

I couldn’t agree more.

Smiling with relief, Mila reached for her fork to finally start digging into her lemon pie. But when she did, she accidentally brushed it with her finger and dropped it under the table.

“Oh, crap!” she cursed. She immediately bent down to get it, but then I saw her blinking at it. “Oliver, it’s a little too far. Can you get it for me?”

“Sure.”

The fork was a little far from me. Actually, it was close enough for Mila to get, but she must’ve had troubles bending down that far or something. I stood up from my chair and went under the table.

That was when my eyes caught Mila holding the hem of her new skirt and lifting it up at the same time she spread her legs. Her dark blue lace panties were in full view in front of my face. I know I was dense at times, but even I understood this was even more teasing on her part.

That said, we had just agreed to be friends who did dirty things and had sex, right? And I’d been wanting to pay Mila back for what she’d done back at the boutique. I swallowed nervously, but pushed on with what I had in mind.

I closed what little distance there was between me and Mila’s legs. I brushed the tip of my fingers against her inner thighs, and I heard her letting out a surprised, muffled squeal. I didn’t stop. I began kissing her thighs, one kiss on each, getting closer and closer to her crotch every time I did. Her legs started shaking, but she made no move to stop me. In fact, she lifted her skirt even higher.

I got dirtier, adding tongue to my kisses and licking her inner thighs as I got closer to the fabric. I no longer heard Mila’s voice. She was holding it very well, but I worried about what kind of face she was making.

I finally reached her crotch, and deciding to continue the teasing for a bit longer, I got close and let the faint, hot air coming out of my nose let her know I was there, but wasn’t doing anything yet. And when she least expected it, I kissed her pussy over her panties. I kissed it over and over again until finally giving it a lick, tasting how she was starting to get wet.

I was getting dangerously into it and had to **** myself to pull away. It was abrupt even for me, so I could only imagine how Mila felt. I returned to my seat with fork in hand and looked at her before doing anything else.

Her cheeks were absolutely red, to the point people would think she had a fever or something. She had her lips pursed and was taking long, nasal breaths to calm herself. I started realizing what I’d done and began looking around, worried we might have been caught.

“N-No one saw,” Mila said.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oliver,” she called me, looking very serious. “Eat quickly. We’re going somewhere else after this.”

I nodded. I barely enjoyed my cheesecake. My heart was going too fast for me and I couldn’t think about anything else. I needed to have sex with Mila.