Oliver and Fernanda (Part 2).

Still, all jokes aside, it really was time we addressed the most obvious issue here. We could talk about ourselves all we wanted to, but it didn’t change the fact that we, and mainly Fernanda, had to consider the six other women I was seeing.

“So you’re not comfortable with there being other women? I mean, I totally get it if it bothers you. Just…”

Fernanda smiled wryly. “If it was such a dealbreaker I would’ve started with that, don’t you think?” She chuckled. “No, it’s not that, but it’s not simple, either. I… When I think about it, it doesn’t bother me. I’m mostly worried if I’ll be able to get along with everyone. That said, I don’t know how I’ll feel when… when I see it being a part of it.”

The thing about the spell to alter perception of my relationship with the girls was that it used their consent as a condition to work. Not only that, but I believe that the exact wording Frey used was “all my girlfriends must agree.” If Fernanda were to become my girlfriend in an official sense, she’d have to agree to the effect of the spell or it would stop working. It was the same with Diana, technically, but she had long accepted that if we were to have a thing, she’d have to accept that the others weren’t going anywhere. Fernanda was in a similar situation, really, with the technical difficulty here being that if we rushed into an ‘official’ relationship and she ended up being uncomfortable with the arrangement, it could potentially compromise the effect of the spell.

I had a good feeling Frey and I could revise the spell now that we were both more skilled and powerful, but… I wanted to keep it this way. It made it so the girls held some amount of say over this thing we’re all a part of.

I decided it was important enough information that Fernanda should know, so I told her.

“Oh, so that’s why people don’t think twice about it.” She frowned. “I don’t know how to feel about it. I mean, I get it’s helpful, but…” She stopped and sighed. “No, nevermind. I can understand how you’d end up deciding to use such a thing. If not for it, you’d get all sorts of unwanted attention and pushback.”

“I try to tell myself it’s fine because it only subtly alters perception of it without obscuring what’s really happening, And when people realize there’s a spell at work, the effect vanishes for the most part.”

“Like with your sister and your mother? Oh, and… I guess me, huh?”

“Yeah. But even so… I still feel like I’m deceiving some people. Like their parents, for example. Yours, too.”

“...” Fernanda remained quiet for a moment, then smiled at me. “My parents have always trusted my decisions. Not because they think I’ll always do the right thing. I’ve proven that’s not the case already. No, they trust me because they say they’ll be there to help when I really need it. I believe my parents would understand, at least.”

“Maybe, but your dad’s a saint.”

Fernanda chuckled. “That’s true.”

“So… What do you think?”

“At the very least it sounds fair to me. No, what I’m really unsure of is… how I’ll feel about it when I see you with the others. I mean… I hear you don’t exactly need privacy among yourselves. It doesn’t bother me when I think about it in the sense that you’re just… you know, doing it with your partners. But if I were to be a part of it… Would I feel jealous? Would I be uncomfortable? I’m not sure.”

I nodded. “What do you want to do, then? The last thing I want is to pressure you into something, so if you wait, take it slow or outright just…”

“I… actually thought of something, but please, PLEASE feel free to tell me I’m crazy if you think this is too out there. I recognize how insane this’ll sound. And how insane it is.”

“You’re putting the band-aid on before the cut. Out with it,” I told her. It earned me a raised eyebrow. “...Your dad said that to me yesterday and it stuck.”

“Oh, no wonder, then. Haha.”

I cleared my throat. “Um… So? Your idea?”

I said I wouldn’t read her mind, but that emotions and feelings I can distinguish naturally and effortlessly. Well… I could feel some strong, uncomfortable arousal from Fernanda all of a sudden.

“Would you be willing to… sh-share pictures and videos with me?”

“...” I don’t know what I was expecting, but it sure wasn’t that. “Pictures and videos of… me having sex with the others?” I said, speaking in an even lower voice than we already were.

“Y-Yes.”

“...”

I had to stop and think about it. After all, my first thought was to just say yes, but it wasn’t that easy. Kind of hot, but not easy. After all, I’d be giving Fernanda some very compromising footage of not just me but also of the girls. Should she decide to use it for evil… Nah, she wouldn’t. Not intentionally, at least. Mila and Noelle are minor internet celebrities, kind of. Things would be bad if anything about them were to leak. I suppose I also counted as an internet personality at this point, to a much lesser extent. Would leaked sex tapes of me hurt me in the future?

…

But when I think of the risk Fernanda is taking by entering a relationship like this with a guy with abilities she barely understands… She’d be trusting me not to hurt her, so it felt fair to trust her in return. Besides, with these abilities, trusting is almost the wrong word. I know for sure she doesn’t mean harm.

“I’d be okay with it, but I’d have to ask the others their opinion, too. And ask them who’s willing to participate. If any of them object to the idea itself, then…”

Fernanda nodded, her face red. “Yes, of course! I was just about to say that.” She then grimaced. “But… Are you sure?”

“It’s a bit worrying, yeah, but it might help prove that I’m serious? If you think it’ll help…”

“I’m sorry. I know it’s an insane thing to ask for all of a sudden, but…”

“And what I told you the other day was pretty mundane, wasn’t it? At this point I think we’re even.”

“It’s still different. You trusted me with a secret. I’m asking a ridiculous thing.”

“Look, the girls and I… We’re not exactly strangers to exhibitionism, so it’s not as crazy a request as you think. If it’ll help you decide how you feel about it, I’m willing to do it. I just worry you’ll be put off, but I guess that’s why we’re doing it. Actually, Diana did something similar… only live.”

Fernanda’s eyes went wide, but her lips curled into a grin like she’d just heard the juiciest gossip. “Really?” she asked.

“...Maybe I should’ve kept quiet.”

“I like hearing gossip, not spreading it!”

“For both of our sake, that better be true.”

“Promise!”

“Hey, and… Since we’re asking stuff. Can I?” I asked.

“Y-Yes?”

“The link I mentioned before… Could we do it? I’d like you to understand, and I mean really understand, how I feel about all this. And about you.”

“...” Fernanda blushed deeply and smiled bashfully. “I was just thinking about how to ask you the same thing.”

“If you’re uncomfortable, it doesn’t have to be a long kiss. Um… Have you kissed someone before?” I asked, now worried that I’d steal her first kiss for pragmatic reasons.

Fernanda nodded. “But it was bad. It was tense, awkward and the guy had bad breath.”

I frowned, put my hand over my mouth and breathed out, sniffing my own breath to check. It got a hearty chuckle out of Fernanda, thankfully.

“Don’t worry. You’re… fine,” she said, grinning.

I smiled back. “Then… Should we keep it short?”

“N… Yes.”

Fernanda took a deep breath and scooted closer to me, enough that her shoulder touched mine. She looked at me and closed her eyes, letting me be the one to initiate.

My heart was pounding hard. Lately, kisses had become such a casual sort of pleasure to me. I was making out with the girls usually just for the fun of it. It had been a long time since I felt nervous about a kiss. But I shouldn’t keep Fernanda waiting there with her eyes closed. I leaned in and met her lips with mine.

Now, I said it’d be short, but it couldn’t really be just a quick peck. I had to stay there for a moment, truly kissing her even if it wasn’t deep.

I felt my body heat up from the magic coursing through me. Not painful or even uncomfortable, but noticeably unnatural. It was an innocent kiss that lingered for a bit, but as the seconds passed, I could start to feel Fernanda’s very heartbeat. Her racing heart practically matched mine, and she held her breath until I pulled away.

“That should be enough,” I said, but then she held my shoulder to keep me in place. “Fernanda?”

“Call me Fern from now on? Please?” she said, gasping before throwing herself at me, meeting my lips again in a harder, more passionate kiss.

I felt her desire as clear as day. Her desire and her invitation. She wanted more. Not TOO much more, but more.

I put my hand firmly on her hips and that gave her the confidence to press closer against me, pushing her chest on mine. And fuck me did that hit me hard. I felt my dick throb from just that. I couldn’t help but want more, too.

I stuck out the tip of my tongue and gently licked her lower lip. Fernan… Fern’s response was to open her mouth wide and let me in, wrapping her arms around my neck as if to further assure me that she wanted this.

My tongue met hers inside her mouth and we both let out soft moans into the other. My hands, begging to roam, held her hips firmly while moved closer to me, nearly pushing me down on the grass. I uttered a mental ‘fuck it’ and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her as close to me as she wanted to be and having her sit on my crossed legs.

We forgot about the world and made out without a care. Fern was a bit clumsy, often bumping her nose with mine and once pushing so hard that her teeth lightly hit mine. I didn’t let her feel bad about it, still holding her and kissing her. We were letting each other feel the weeks, months of pent up desires in here.

After a long couple of minutes, Fern pulled away to properly breathe. She looked me in the eyes, eyebrows high up, shocked at herself but with a big smile.

“I’m sorry…! We agreed to k-keep it short, but…”

I cut her off, pulling her back into another kiss that started tongue first. She smirked into it, giggling and hugging me close, rubbing my back and making a mess out of my hair.

When next I checked the time, I realized we’d been at it for like 20 minutes straight.

…

In a public park.

…

And I’d do it again.

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