In a love hotel with Grace (part 2).

I finished taking the last of my clothes (glasses included) and finally turned to the hot tub. Grace was already in, sitting down and with the water reaching the top of her cleavage. With the bubbles and ripples, her body was hard to see, but she’d fixed her ponytail into a hasty bun to keep it dry.

I noticed her eyes on me, looking at me up and down. She seemed to be paying particular attention to the middle area, meaning my abs and my half-erect dick.

I stepped into the tub and took my seat next to Grace, soaking in the warm water. My companion got closer, hugged my arm and pressed it against her bosom as she looked at me with curiosity.

“Have something on your mind? You were spacing out.”

Noticed, huh?

“N-Nothing serious. Just… excited to be here with you.”

She frowned. “Weird. Why don’t I believe you?”

“Ah?”

“I mean that I don’t think that’s what you were thinking about. Didn’t we promise to answer questions honestly?”

That again? I’ve been telling the truth all day. Why would she doubt me now? Unless… Grace really did have something like my strange sixth sense. If I have it, why couldn’t she?

“It’s not that I’m lying. It’s just not important,” I told her.

“See, I don’t believe that either. I don’t know why, but I get this feeling you’re hiding something. Come on. You really think we can enjoy our time here if we’re keeping things from each other?”

“…” My mouth opened and closed a couple of times. She had a ‘feeling’? If it was anywhere near what I felt, then there was no point in trying to hide it anymore. But even so… “I don’t want to bring the mood down.”

“Then let’s get it all out of the way now. What’s bothering you?”

I had asked myself the question, but I didn’t want to know the answer. But Grace would get hung up on it, I knew that much.

“…H-How many guys have you been with, Grace?”

“Oh.” She pulled away, if only slightly and still holding my arm with her hands. She smiled wryly at me and asked. “Does it matter?”

I shook my head. “It doesn’t, or rather… it shouldn’t. I just wonder if…” I stopped myself, too embarrassed to put thought into words.

Grace closed her eyes and let out a groan. “Alright, I see what’s bothering you. I suppose it’s my fault for being so open about it. I’ve officially dated four guys and had sex with all of them. You’re the only one I’ve slept with while not in a relationship, so that makes it five.”

“…” See? What did I gain by knowing this?

“I don’t regret the things I did, even if some of them were pretty stupid,” she continued. “Going out with idiots just to ‘have a boyfriend’, sex just to know what it was, one-sided crushes that led to heartbreak… I’ve made mistakes, but I don’t regret them.” She moved from her seat, putting her hands on my shoulders and sitting on my lap, her face oh so very close to mine. “I don’t think you’re a mistake, though.”

“Grace, it’s fine. You don’t need to…” She put a finger over my lip and gently shushed me.

“You’re a good listener, so let me continue. I have no way to truly know if I’m not making yet another mistake. This could very well end badly for me or even both of us. Hell, Mila and Sarah are also involved, so it doesn’t concern just us. But I’m choosing to believe in this weird feeling I have. I want to see where this goes, Oliver, not only because it feels incredibly good, but because it feels right. I guess what I’m trying to say is… Despite what it looks like, I’m not playing around. I wish I had a surefire way for you to believe me, but with my history, I couldn’t blame you if you don’t. I’ve been with other guys, but it wasn’t at all how it’s been with you.”

I let her words sit for a little while, and my sixth sense kicked in again. She was telling the truth, just as she had been doing all day long. No, all the time since we started hanging out.

“…I’ve made some mistakes, too,” I started. “But unlike you, I’ve only grown more afraid of screwing up. Even so, I don’t want that to continue stopping me. Not when I’ve finally…!” I began to **** on my own words. Speaking my feelings like this has never been my forte, and it used to make me cringe a little bit. But with Grace saying so much, I felt I had to say my piece, too.

Grace chuckled softly and held my face by the sides, forcing me to meet her eyes directly. “You’re just the cutest, you know? And I love seeing how hard you’re trying. Don’t worry. This isn’t ending anytime soon. In fact, it’s only just starting. That is, if that’s what you want.”

I held her and pulled her closer. “I do. This past week has been more fun than anything I’ve done… Well, ever. Sorry to bring this topic up.”

“It’s better this way. Whatever’s needed to drill into your pretty little head that I’m not a slut who’d do these things with just anyone, no matter how much Sarah, Mila and I joke about it.”

I nodded.

It wasn’t like it bothered me to know she’d had sex with others before. What worried me was the possibility of this being just another meaningless fling to her. But it seemed like she never considered any of her previous experiences ‘meaningless flings’. She was simply more willing to take risks, even if it meant mistakes.

“Now, if you don’t have any other questions…” Grace pressed her body against mine, somehow hotter than the water of the tub. She kissed my cheek and the corner of my lips as she rubbed her hands on my shoulders. “We need to pick up where we left off, don’t you think? Unless all this boring talking killed your mood?”

It had, but only a little bit. Now that the tension had washed away, I could focus on the delight that was to have Grace on top of me, in a hot tub, with the light of the day shining down on us through the glass roof.

“…I may need to start the engine again,” I admitted sheepishly.

“Then let me take care of that. You did make me come back at the Ferris wheel. You’re one up.”

“Are we going to keep count?”

“At least until we forget about it,” she said, grinning naughtily.

Our lips met, and her prodding tongue found mine. She held my cock with one hand and pressed it against her slit. She slowly rocked her hips and stroked me with her hand, getting me fully hard in a matter of seconds.

“Mmmph. Hmmm. Hnnngh!” She moaned into my mouth, saliva dripping down the side of our chins. “You’re so cute,” she muttered in between, “and such great kisser, too. I love it.”

I briefly wondered if I should compliment her back, but my brain was melting. I just wanted to continue tasting her mouth while my dick received an otherworldly massage. And then she had to pull away from me.

She shook her head lightly and let out a short breath. “Woops. Getting too into it. This one’s supposed to be for you.”

“…But I was liking it.” My voice came out almost like a childish moan, which made Grace giggle.

“You’ll like what I’m about to do even more.” She patted the porcelain rim of the tub. “Sit here.”

I did as she asked, feeling a slight cold from the temperature change from the hot water. But that hardly mattered when I saw Grace getting on her knees in front of me, spreading my legs and holding her own ample and perfect bosom.

I knew what was coming and held my breath in anticipation. Grace’s tits enveloped my dick, with the head and a little more poking out of her cleavage. She moved her breasts to massage me, or rather, tried to. She laughed as my dick kept slipping out from between her tits.

“This is harder than I thought it would be. The stories I read don’t mention how awkward sex can be.”

“I imagine it’s a turnoff,” I said, chuckling along. Imagine watching porn and suddenly hearing a queef. Funny, but potentially a boner killer.

A normal blowjob would’ve felt better, but seeing Grace playing with her tits and with my dick was a treat in and of itself. She slowly got the hang of it and started moving up and down, grinning up at me.

“How is it?”

“Feels nice,” I said, relaxed and enjoying the softness of her chest. “And it’s quite the sight.”

“And how about this?” She grabbed my cock with her hand and pushed the tip directly against her nipple. I shuddered. That little nub rubbing against the sensitive tip of my dick felt oddly amazing. And again, the image itself was hot. She moved my cock in a way that the tip ran circles over her nipple, and with all the buildup from the day, I was ready to come.

“G-Grace…!”

She moved my dick away from her tits and took it in her mouth. I felt her tongue twirling around me as she sucked hard, and I couldn’t resist anymore. I burst in her mouth, my entire body shuddering and the hot pleasure running all the way to my toes. Grace caught and swallowed to the last drop, licking her lips when she was done.

“We shouldn’t dirty the water we’re bathing in,” she said, giggling.

My fire was rekindled. That orgasm only served to make me want more. Wordlessly, I stood up and offered Grace my hand. She took it and we stepped out of the tub.

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