Risk of debauchery.

Alice, Noelle, Mila and Sarah got up not long after, and of course the first thing they saw was Diana holding a surprisingly bashful Grace as she caressed her cheek and kissed her.

“What… What happened last night?” Noelle asked, blinking. “I SWEAR I didn’t drink that much.”

“No, no. I went to bed fully conscious and I’m still very lost,” Sarah said.

“Oh, relax!” Alice said, laughing and walking past. “They just got a little closer. Leave them be. We’re ruining the mood.”

Diana chuckled and pulled away from Grace. “What can I say? I’m in a good mood today. Now, I really need a shower. Excuse me.”

Diana left the room, and the girls’ attention went entirely towards Grace.

“Girl, you are in shock,” Mila said. “Your face is super red, too.”

Grace hid under her blankets, seepingly in shame, but then she started giggling and shaking. “God, I’m so happy right now! Ahaha!”

Alice came into the kitchen and started helping me, getting plates and cups to set the table. She gave me a gentle poke in the ribs, teasing. “You’re at risk of Diana stealing your girls.”

“If it has to be someone, I’d rather it be her, honestly.” I shrugged.

“I’m super fucking jealous, not gonna lie,” Sarah said with arms crossed.

“I mean, it does feel pretty amazing,” Noelle said.

“It’s not just that Diana kissed me,” Grace said, tossing the blankets aside. “It’s also that… All my fetishes are becoming a reality!”

“She rubbed one out while Diana and I did it in the living room last night while she pretended to be asleep,” I said, feeling like that was needed for more context.

“Two!” Grace clarified.

“Ah, okay, now her reaction makes more sense,” Sarah said.

“And Diana’s,” Alice said. “I bet she totally knew you were listening in.”

“She did,” Grace said, sighing deeply and sinking into the couch. “I’m just… It just hits you every once in a while, you know? This is all real, and it feels incredible. When I feel my heart pounding so hard I feel SO ALIVE. The only issue is that getting all this from our sex life can’t be healthy.”

“I beg to differ,” Sarah said. “The results of my last check-up were my best yet. I could smoke two packs of cigarettes a day for two months and I’d probably still be okay.”

“Are you going to start smoking?” I asked her. “Just for the record, I like your minty-fresh breath.”

Sarah ran at me and hugged me from behind. “Idiot. I’m not gonna start smoking.”

“I won’t stop you if you want to.”

“You should. And I WILL stop you if you want to start smoking.” She kissed my cheek, let go and returned her attention to Grace. “My point is, we’re doing well, Grace. Don’t worry about it.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Grace said, sighing again. “See… I get off to seeing my boyfriend fucking other women. And we do a lot of wild stuff, all of us. I see Mila doing anal, I see Sarah and Alice swallowing almost 30cm of cock like it’s nothing, I see Noelle being manhandled and loving it, and last night I was thinking of… other stuff I’d like to see happen!”

“Ah, I see.” Alice nodded along as she set the cups down on the table. “You’re worried we’ll grow desensitized to all this and we’ll have to look for wilder and wilder things to get aroused again, falling deeper and deeper into debauchery and perversion.”

“I love how she talks. She always sounds so smart,” Mila whispered to Sarah, who nodded in agreement.

“See, Alice, you just get me. If we had been lesbians, I would’ve asked you to go out with me long ago,” Grace said.

Alice chuckled. “Labels aside, in a way we’re kind of dating already, aren’t we?”

“Oh yeah, I suppose.”

“Fuck labels. We don’t need them,” Sarah said.

Noelle chuckled and turned to look at me. “And what’s the opinion of our resident sex expert?”

“I hope you mean Frey, because I still don’t feel like an expert,” I told her, taking out more bread from the toaster.

“I did mean you, actually, though hearing Frey’s opinion would be nice, too.”

“What are we talking about?” Diana asked, coming out of the bathroom with black lace panties and a dark green tank top while drying her hair with a towel.

“Wow, she’s fast,” Mila said.

“You just take too long,” Sarah told her.

“Do you think we’ll grow desensitized if we keep doing wild sex stuff?” Noelle asked.

“Is this because I kissed Grace?” Diana asked with a raised eyebrow. “Is kissing a girl wild?”

“We were thinking more along the lines of the orgies we’ve had or enjoying watching each other having sex,” Alice clarified.

“Ah. Um… Wow, good question, actually. I certainly never imagined I’d be doing any of this stuff.”

“I’ll be sure to ask a professional her opinion, but I don’t think we have much to worry about. Or more like, I don’t think you girls do.”

“Oh? Elaborate,” Grace said.

“I get that the pleasure of sexual magic is addicting, but…” I was going to explain myself, but I figured a demonstration would be better. I went up to Grace, extended my hand and helped her stand up from the couch. They were all paying attention now.

I stood behind Grace, close enough that my chest pressed against her back, then put my hands on her narrow waist just as I began to plant kisses on the back of her neck.

“Mmm…” Grace let out an involuntary moan, and sighed happily when I snuck my hand under her pajama shirt to caress her flat belly.

“What are you…?”

“Shhh!” Noelle shushed Mila, giving her hand a little slap.

I lifted my other hand and brought it to her boob. I cupped it, squeezed it and ran circles over her nipple with a finger, all while continuing to rub her stomach and kiss her neck, even giving little licks every other moment.

“Hnn…!”

I kept going. And going. And going.

I gave her ear a little nibble. I switched from one boob to the other and started fondling her butt over her pajama shorts. I had to consciously keep the tent in my boxers from touching her, though, and after about five more minutes my point was proven.

“Ahn…! Mmmm!” Grace came, throwing her head back over my shoulder and going weak in the legs. I held her close and let her ride it out.

“Was that too wild and perverted?” I asked, grinning.

“Way to prove a point, babe,” Sarah said, laughing.

“Yeah, I guess that was pretty tame and she still ended up climaxing,” Mila said. “But that HAS to be in part due to the magic, right?”

“And that’s the point, I think,” Noelle said. “We don’t really need to go too far out. Even the simpler stuff feels good.”

“I have to point something out, though,” Alice said, smirking at me. “Your experiment is a little flawed, Oliver. There’s noise that affects the results. You’re forgetting that Grace enjoys being watched as much as she enjoys watching.”

Grace laughed tiredly. “Y-Yeah, that definitely turned me on more. And the fact that I’ve been craving you a lot since last night.”

“Well… I’m not a sex scientist,” I said, pouting and defending myself.

“I think it proved his point regardless,” Diana said. “But I’m worried about the other thing you said. You think we have nothing to worry about, but you do?”

“Ah. Right. That. Frey, and by extension me… Well, we need sexual energy to live. As she put it, the more a sexual encounter excites me, the more energy we’ll get. Sometimes I worry I’ll be the one seeking more perverted stuff and falling deeper into debauchery.”

“Nah, babe. You’re fine,” Sarah told me, sounding quite confident.

“Hm? Why do you say that?” Mila asked.

“He utterly refused to pee on me the other day when I joked about it. He clearly has some lines drawn.”

“Wait, you offered him to pee on you?” Alice asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Ewwww, Sarah!” Noelle said with true disgust.

“It was a joke!” Sarah said.

“But you would’ve done it if he had accepted, wouldn’t you?” Diana asked.

“...Maybe.”

“EWWWWW!” They all exclaimed in unison.

ANYWAY.

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