In a love hotel with Grace (part 4).

We went for a quick dip in the room’s hot tub while we waited for our food to arrive. We ordered from the hotel’s menu, which was surprisingly not as expensive as the room would make you believe. Given that they had both simple and luxury rooms, it was easy to see they catered to most budgets.

Even as we were relaxing in the warm water, Grace had her hand on my dick, gently stroking me and keeping me hard. At the same time, I had an arm around her back and reached for one of her tits, fondling it and playing with her nipple.

“What’s your favorite food, Oliver?” Grace asked me, relaxing next to me with her head resting on my shoulder.

“I couldn’t say. I like sweets, but choosing a favorite thing is difficult. What about you?”

“French fries,” she answered easily. “They’re so good! Like I told you, I can’t eat them too much, but since I’m treating myself today, it’s fine. Be sure to help me with a nice workout after we eat.” She winked at me and kissed my neck, making me shudder.

“Then you go on top next time.”

“Mila said something about you not letting her take the lead the other day, though,” she teased me, running her finger along my chest.

I chuckled. “So you girls tell each other everything?”

“Yes. You’re not safe with any of us.” She laughed along. “I’ll tell them everything we’ve done today, too.”

Maybe that should’ve bothered me a bit. I’m sure it would bother most people. But in reality, it didn’t worry me in the slightest. I didn’t think keeping secrets from any of the three girls would help in any way. I mean, they’d seen me having sex with just Grace at school, and Mila told them everything we did the other day, and yet Grace was still here and I’d still be going out with Sarah tomorrow. What was the point of hiding anything?

“Don’t worry, though,” Grace continued. “I won’t tell anyone else, much as I’d like to brag to everyone about how great you are in bed.”

That would be embarrassing, so instead of focusing on that part, I decided to ask another question. “You three are really close, huh? How long have you known each other?”

“Oh, like seven years!” Grace answered, a bright smile on her face. “Sarah and I went to the same middle school, and we met Mila because our parents became friends. We’ve been close as sisters ever since. I love those girls like you wouldn’t believe.”

Man did I feel jealous. I wished I had such close friends. Instead, I ended up becoming distant with my sister, who was once like my best friend.

There was a sudden knock on the door, meaning our food had arrived. I expected the cart to be left alone for us to take into the room, so we took out time getting out of the tub, drying ourselves with the towels and putting on white bath robes.

I went to get the cart and set the lid-covered plates on the table close to the hot tub and we sat down to eat. We were having the same, actually. Some grilled chicken breast and French fries. I almost wanted to make some sort of joke about chicken breast and Grace’s tits, but nothing I could think of sounded funny enough to risk the cringe.

“You’d think you’d had your fill of breast for the day, yet you’re having more?” Grace said, giving a grin that said she was really proud of the joke.

I snickered and smiled, but could only shake my head in disapproval.

“What? It was funny!” Grace protested with a laugh.

“To start with, you’re assuming I’ve had enough,” I dared to say.

“Oh my.” Grace faked a surprised gasp. “Aren’t we bold now?”

“…Too much?”

“Not at all. You know, I thought it would take a lot longer to get you to talk as much as you have today.”

“…I do want to talk more. You… You’re not the only one who has a hunch. I feel comfortable around you and the others. I’m not as scared to say what I feel.”

“Really now?” Grace smiled. “That’s reassuring. Maybe I’m not going completely crazy.”

“Maybe we’re both crazy?”

“I’d be okay with that, too.”

We shared a soft laugh and started eating before the food got cold. It was nothing spectacular, but it got an above average grade. You could also tell we were hungry because we didn’t speak at all. However, as we ate, I noticed Grace doing… something.

We were both still wearing our bathrobes and nothing underneath. And so, while Grace ate her fries with gusto, I noticed her shoulders moving a bit more than was necessary. Slowly, her robe began to slip off and open up, showing more of her shoulders and her cleavage.

I’d seen that girl naked already and had her in my arms, but seeing her in front of me, in a robe and with her hair down, subtly moving to show me more skin… It was amazing. I could understand now that sometimes clothes can be sexier than being naked. Not being able to see her nipples made me want to see them even more, and that in turn made me more aroused.

Why does a simple glimpse at the top area of a woman’s breasts make the brain go wild? As a species, we’re really fucking weak.

“Oh? What’s wrong?” Grace asked, faking ignorance of her own actions as she looked over herself. “Do I have something on me?”

Fuck it. She was practically done with her food, and so was I.

I stood up, held her wrist and pulled her up as playfully as I could. I didn’t want to get TOO aggressive. She chuckled, got to her feet and yelped as I lifted her up, holding her by the back of her thighs. She got her arms around me and laughed heartily as I carried her to the loveseat. It was unnatural how strong I was, but doing this was kind of fun.

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