An old wound.

“I’ve been carrying an investigation on my own,” she said, playing with my bangs by curling them around her finger. “It took a while because it’s been so long. Some of the people who had the best info moved away, so I had to get in contact with them through social media. One of them went by a fake Japanese name, so it was hard to find them.”

“What were you investigating?”

“Who was the son of a bitch who cut the strings of your guitar back in freshman year.”

Every muscle in my body went stiff for a couple of seconds. I stared at Grace, gaping, and she met my eyes with a firm look that said she didn’t regret a thing.

“...It happened like three years ago,” I told her. “I don’t care anymore.”

“Do you really?”

“...”

“Do you really never wonder why someone would do that? Aren’t you angry?”

I held Grace tightly around the waist. “I don’t like to think about it. It… It does make me mad, and I do wonder. But I was too much of a coward to do anything about it back then, and now it just doesn’t matter.”

“I know what happened now,” Grace said, speaking softly, kissing my cheek for comfort as she felt my arms holding her shake. “I can tell you. We could do something about it, too. I’m confident about this.”

“...” Now I understood what she meant before, and my sixth sense helped. I guess it was in Grace’s values. She wanted me to get back at those who looked down on me before, to show them I wasn’t a loser they could mock and take advantage of. It was… tempting, really, and it made me immensely happy that Grace cared about me like that, that she could be angry for my sake. But… “I don’t care. Or more like I don’t want to care.”

“Really?”

“Every once in a while I remember, and it makes me mad. But I don’t want to care. I want to move on. I’d rather forget that ever happened. I’m happy with the way things are now.”

Grace frowned. She clearly didn’t agree, and yet… “Okay.” She kissed my forehead. “If that’s what you want. It’s probably the more mature thing to do, really.”

“Sorry. You went through all that effort…”

“It’s fine,” she told me, tracing her thumb along my lips and grinning. “I’m glad I dug into it. Now I know you were cool even back then.”

Haah!? Me? Cool? In freshman year?

“Okay, now I really don’t want to hear it. You probably investigated someone else. Did you miss the part where I was a coward and quit?”

“I always make sure to cross-reference my sources.” She smirked and tapped my nose. “At the very least I’ll tell you this. Every person I questioned remembers you. They all said you were the best guitarist in the club.”

…

I blushed and hid my face in Grace’s chest. She giggled and let me stay there for a while before she pulled my face up.

“If you’re not gonna get back at assholes from back then,” she said, “then I’m going to make sure you enjoy the present like never before.”

“I’m already enjoying it.”

“You can always enjoy it more.” She grinned and kissed me, licking my lips. “I’m gonna spoil you rotten. I’m gonna make every single one of your wishes come true.” The eagerness and excitement in her voice was palpable.

We made out there, in the silence of the old music room, the cold forgotten thanks to the warmth of our bodies. Grace rocked her hips over my crotch, renewing my erection. She caressed my cheek, squeezed my bicep, moaned sweetly into me. It made me wonder how much time we had left, but I didn’t dare break the kiss to look at my phone. Sarah and Mila weren’t here yet, so we should still have more than enough.

Grace unbuckled my belt, lowered my pants to the floor and freed my dick from my boxers. I moved her panties aside and entered her with no resistance. My lover moaned softly as I bottomed out inside her.

“So wet already?” I teased her.

“Ready for whenever you want me, love.”

We made out again, this time with Grace’s hips rocking, my cock stirring her tightening pussy.

The door opened with little warning. Grace and I didn’t pull apart even as we turned our eyes towards the door to see Mila walking in.

Unlike Grace, Mila decided to wear only the school blazer over her shirt, and she wore white socks that didn’t quite reach her knees.

“My God, you guys are already going at it,” the Russian girl said.

“The mood was right,” Grace said, letting out a cute little yelp when my dick reached even deeper.

Mila left her bag on a table and came up to me to give me a good morning kiss before sitting on a chair close to us, watching us fuck.

Grace brought her hips down on me with more ****, wanting to feel the tip of my cock that deep again. She tightened even more, holding me close while I held and squeezed her ass, green eyes glancing at Mila every once in a while.

“So good, love. Yes…” Grace moaned, kissing my neck and nibbling my ear. “So big. I love it. Do me harder, love.”

My lover shivered in her lust. Mila’s eyes on us, quietly enjoying the show, turned us both on even more.

I kissed Grace and began thrusting up, faster and harder. Grace moaned loudly and squirmed as she came on top of me, squeezing my dick to make me reach my own climax. The first of the day always came quicker, and I didn’t need to fight it.

I filled Grace’s pussy with a large, thick load, and we had to stay there, hugging for a few moments to enjoy the afterglow. We breathed deep, our chests heaving together.

“And what was it that got you in the mood?” Mila asked casually, like we nothing ever happened.

“Oh, you know… A little caress here, a little groping there…” Grace answered languidly.

“I suppose it had nothing to do with the fact that Oliver will be working at our new favorite place?”

“Yeah. We were talking about something else, actually.” Grace giggled. She didn’t even mention the previous topic. “Still, that’s gonna be weird. You probably won’t be going there in your free time anymore.”

“Probably? It’d be awkward,” I agreed. gathering my breath.

“Hmm… Speaking of which. Oliver?” Mila looked at me. “Do you have to wear something specific? Like a uniform?”

“Hm? Well, Yes, actually. Some black, formal pants and a white shirt. I don’t have anything like that, so I have to go shopping. They’ll give me an apron there.”

“When do you start?” Grace asked.

“This Saturday. Supposedly it’s the day with most customers.”

“Ouch. They’re throwing you to the lions immediately,” Mila said, then she grinned. “Can we go shopping with you?”

Grace’s eyes shone at that. “Yes! Please?”

I smiled wryly. “It’d help. Actually, my mom said she’d give me money to buy some clothes on my own, but I haven’t had time to go, so…”

“It’s a date, then!” Mila beamed.

“You’re going to the gym today, right?” Grace asked. “How about we meet at the mall after you’re done?”

I nodded. That sounded good.

“Remember to take a shower, stinky,” Mila said.

“I always shower after. Unlike a certain someone who forgets to clean up her luxury car.”

Grace laughed as Mila blushed deeply.

Sarah arrived just a few minutes later, as Grace and I were almost done cleaning ourselves. We told her of our plans and she was on board immediately.

Author's Note: Hello everyone. Just dropping by again to say a general thank you for reading this far. I've been kinda sick these days and it's gotten me in a downer mood. Too many bad thoughts in my head, comparisons that don't do me any favors. Anyway, it's better to think of the good things in life, and the fact that there are people who still read and enjoy my stories is one of them.

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