Happiness.

I left her on the floor and went to the kitchen with Diana. Sarah and Mila were already getting the food out, and I noticed they had already set the table.

“Sorry, did I take too long?” I asked.

“Just don’t make a habit out of it,” Mila said, chuckling and giving me a quick kiss on the lips. “How did it go?”

“Really well, thankfully. I… asked her to be my girlfriend.”

“Not that I have a problem with that at all, but here’s hoping that instinct of yours is right about her, too,” Sarah said. “So far Diana’s been alright.”

“Yeah, just alright,” Mila agreed, laughing. Diana herself just rolled her eyes.

Mila went to the fridge and got a big bottle of soda while Sarah and Diana began to organize the food, checking what order belonged to whom. I watched them from behind and… realized that the steamy mood I’d been in hadn’t left.

I stood between Sarah and Diana, got my arms around them from behind and cupped their boobs gently, just putting my hand under them like I was holding a ball in each hand.

They didn’t object, but they did turn to look at me with curiosity. “So you ARE feeling kinda horny,” Sarah said. “It was really subtle, so I wasn’t sure.”

“Did you not do it with Fern in the end?” Diana asked.

“Nah, he’d be horny even if he did. Or maybe especially if he did,” Mila said.

“True,” Diana admitted.

“No, we did have sex. And it was really good. I’m satisfied. Just… I’m still in a grabby mood. I want to touch boobs,” I said, kissing the back of Sarah’s neck.

The blonde took a deep, shaky breath. “And how many times have I told you that you don’t need my permission to touch me?”

“He didn’t ask for permission, though,” Mila clarified.

“Oh. Right, he didn’t. Good boy. You’re learning.” Sarah grinned and kissed my cheek right as my finger flicked her hardening nipple through her shirt.

“I don’t remember giving such permission,” Diana said, and I was just about to take my hand away, she put hers over mine and pressed it harder against her boob. “So I’m giving it now. I think I like this.”

I nuzzled against her shoulder, relieved, and gave her huge tit a proper squeeze. “Still, tell me if I’m ever being a bother.”

“I’ll tell you if I’m not in the mood, then.”

Noelle and Grace then came into the kitchen and saw me groping both Diana and Sarah. Grace let out a whistle while Noelle giggled.

“Kitchen sex already?” the redhead asked.

“Not quite,” Diana said, letting out a soft, breathy moan.

“He’s just craving tits, apparently,” Sarah said.

“Shit, I should’ve ran to greet him at the door…” Grace said.

I chuckled, gave Sarah and Diana a kiss on the cheek each and went up to Grace. I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her up, getting her tits at face-level and making her yelp and laugh before she let out a cute little moan when I bit her nipple through her shirt and bra.

“Haha! What’s with you? You’re unusually playful today,” Grace said.

“Are you taking it slow with Fernanda?” Noelle asked.

I shook my head. I’d have to repeat myself, but I didn’t mind. I’d have to do that a lot. “No, we did have sex, and she agreed to be my girlfriend. I’m just… happy. Happy that things are going well with her, happy to have you all here, happy that we can do stuff like this.”

“...”

There was a strange and sudden silence there, which weirded me out. I set Grace back on the floor and looked around. “W-What?” I asked.

“I might be wrong, but… I feel like this is the first time I’ve explicitly heard you say you’re happy. At least without that guilt you always seem to carry,” Mila said.

“Yeah,” Grace agreed. “It’s like you never believe you deserve to have the things you do. That was the most genuine you’ve been with yourself, I think.”

“What the hell did Fernanda do?” Sarah asked. “How did she manage what we’ve been failing at all this time?”

I sighed. “I guess… she kept apologizing for things she didn’t need to. I suppose I finally… saw things from your perspective. I don’t want her to feel like she’s doing something wrong being happy. I guess… I should start taking my own advice?”

“Get that girl here as soon as you can,” Diana said. “I’ll make her drink.”

“Seriously, how do we thank her?” Noelle said, giggling.

“You’re making too big a deal out of this, don’t you think?” I said sheepishly.

“Nope, it’s a HUGE deal,” Mila said, running to hug me. “We know you well enough to know you’ll still have doubts, but… Try to remember that, okay? We like what we have. We like sharing you. We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t. So remember it’s okay to be happy, okay?”

I sighed, content, and kissed Mila’s forehead.

“Hey, where’s Alice, by the way?” I asked, suddenly very aware she wasn’t here and missing her presence.

“She was talking on the phone on the second floor when we were coming down,” Grace said. “Can you go fetch her so we can finally eat?”

“Sure, I’ll go.”

“Grope her tits, too, while you’re at it,” Noelle said, giggling.

“I just might,” I said, laughing with her.

And to be honest, I really did want to. I ran up the stairs, my hands already looking forward to feeling those massive mounds in my hands while tasting her tongue. I really was in a sort of calm pleasure high. I didn’t really want to fuck more, I just wanted to play.

I heard Alice’s voice coming from her bedroom, so I rushed there, then stopped when I noticed her tone.

“No, dad, I… I’m fine here. It’s barely been two days.” she spoke in a controlled calm tone, yet almost on edge. Like she was barely keeping herself from snapping. “Isn’t it too late to change universities already? Our entrance ceremony is tomorrow. And even if it wasn’t, I’m not doing it.”

“...”

“Dad, please. We talked about it already. I’m going to study law, just not where you want to. I’m staying here whether you like it or not, with or without your support. I’ll quit university if I have to.”

“...”

“Maybe, but it’s my decision. And I’m not alone.”

“...”

“Dad, I’m sorry. I love you, but I’m not going there. I’d rather be an uneducated mechanic in a shitty shop in town than being a successful lawyer and missing seven years with my family.”

“...”

“Yes, these people are my family, dad.”

“...”

“You don’t get to…!” Alice groaned and clicked her tongue. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to fight. I’m hanging up.”

I heard silence, then I hesitated for a moment. Would Alice want to be alone for a while or would it be better if I talked to her?

…

I still don’t know my Alice enough to have the right answer, but I do know that I don’t ever want to let her feel alone. I knocked on her door. She opened it and greeted me with a very tired smile.

“You… heard, didn’t you?” she asked.

I nodded and went for a silent hug. She embraced me tightly, taking several deep breaths, calming herself down. She seemed… fine, for the most part. She was sure of herself, sure of her decisions. She was simply disappointed that her father, who she loves, would fight her even now on it.

There was little to say, little to reassure her in. She knew we were all here for her, and we were. Alice really was ready to leave it all behind, not just for me, but for all of us. I suppose part of it was because she didn’t REALLY want to get into law.

“...”

“...”

“Hey… Want to see something fun?” I asked her, smirking.

Alice chuckled tiredly. “Sure.”

I led her by the hand to my bedroom and left the door open. I picked up my guitar, plugged it in and turned on the amp. Alice looked curious. I played a couple random riffs, but those weren’t meant to cheer Alice up. Those were meant to call the true star of the show.

Cake came in running and jumped on the bed. Her eyes were wide open and her tail high up. I bet she was wondering why we were playing guitar around dinner time and must’ve been confused.

“Hahaha! She really does come when you start playing!” Alice said, genuinely laughing.

“You haven’t seen anything yet. Listen.” I turned to look at my cat. “Cake.”

Cake meowed, almost as if asking ‘what?’

I heard it and played a note, bending it to match the exact same tone and vibration of Cake’s meow.

“Oh! Ahaha!” Alice laughed again.

Cake meowed back in response, this time in a different tone. I heard it and matched it with my guitar to near perfection. Annoyed, Cake yelled at me and I yelled back at her with the guitar, again mimicking her tone. She jumped off the bed and began to leave, giving me a last, very short meow that almost said ‘I don’t have time for this shit, I’m hungry,’ so of course I mimicked that one, too, with a short note.

That was the last straw. Alice burst out laughing, bending over and holding her stomach, with a few actual tears coming out as she did. Cake was going to be annoyed at me for a while, since she also was the last time I did it, but it was worth it.

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