Allowing exploration.

We fixed ourselves as best we could. Grace gave me a cleanup blowjob, Noelle combed her hair and fixed her clothes, oh, and Grace put on the bra she had tucked away in her backpack. It was red, by the way.

Once we were all neat and presentable, I went up to Noelle and hugged her carefully, cupping her cheek and looking at her with worried eyes.

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

She smirked, held my face and kissed me tongue first. “I’m perfectly fine. Better than fine.” She shivered and laughed. “God, I’m still tingling!”

I swallowed and smiled. “So… you really like the pain?”

“Yes,” she answered shyly. “I… had a feeling I was a masochist, but never had a chance to explore that. With you, though, I feel safe.” She stood on the tip of her feet, wrapped her arms around my neck and rubbed her nose with mine, giving me a warm, beautiful smile. “If you’re not against it, I’d like to try more stuff. I want to know my own limits. Please?”

“I admit I… found it exciting, too. Seeing you smile like that was amazing.”

Noelle giggled. “So you don’t mind that I’m such a pervert?”

“Welcome to the club,” I answered, giving her breast a squeeze and her nipple a hard pinch. Noelle let out a little yelp, but laughed it up cheerfully.

I then turned to Grace, who… looked surprisingly bashful. Her cheeks were pink and she had trouble meeting my gaze. “I… went a bit overboard, didn’t I?”

“You said it yourself,” I said, walking up to her and kissing her forehead. “I love that side of you, too.”

Grace smiled with relief. She led me to the chair, where she and Noelle once again took a seat on my lap.

“And are YOU okay?” I asked the brunette. As per our little game’s rules, she was in charge of telling us what to do, but she didn’t order me to do anything to her.

“Oh, I’m doing great,” she answered, caressing my cheek. “Fuck, you look so damn sexy fucking. I don’t get tired of watching from the side. And seeing you and Noelle from up close…” She shivered just like Noelle had. “I’ve watched you do it with Mila and Sarah, but watching you with Noelle or Alice feels fresh and new. I don’t normally come so hard with my own fingers, but you two got me going so fast…” She pecked my lips and gave them a little nibble. “I want to watch more in the near future. More positions, different situations, different places. Oh, but don’t think I want you to stop doing me, okay? They’re different things.”

“We… ended up talking about kinks yesterday,” Noelle told me. “Sarah… elaborated more on why she likes it when you treat her like your sex doll. Mila said she liked anal, but that she was pretty much up to whatever you wanted.” God, these girls. How am I supposed to act like a normal, upstanding boyfriend when they keep giving me reasons be a fucking degenerate?

“That was when we got Noelle to admit she was a dirty little masochist,” Grace said playfully. “And you, my love, get a perfect score for your performance AND the aftercare.”

I blinked. “Aftercare?”

“Checking on your partner after the deed is done,” Grace explained. “I didn’t even have to tell you. You already knew to check up on Noelle to see how she was feeling after. That’s why you get a perfect score.”

Noelle giggled and kissed my cheek. “I wasn’t worried at all.”

“And… what about you?” I asked Grace. “What did you tell them your kink was?”

“Oh, I told them everything!” Grace answered easily. “From the fact I read erotica, to the idea that you using me in public turns me on, to what you saw now, that I get off to watching you fuck other women.”

“...I wonder which one of us is the biggest pervert?” I asked my rhetorical question with a sigh.

“Alice is probably the least perverted, right?” Noelle said.

“Yeah, about that…”

Grace grinned. “Our prim and proper president seems to have a voyeuristic side, after all. I guess birds of a feather do flock together.”

“Elaborate,” Noelle demanded.

I told her what happened during my driving lessons yesterday, and while Noelle was shocked at first, by the end she was grinning from ear to ear.

“I’m SO gonna tease her later!” she said.

Speaking of, Alice still wasn’t here. “She’s not coming over?” I asked.

“She had to finish organizing some papers. I was gonna help her, but she kicked me out of the office and sent me here.” Noelle shook her head with a smile. “Considering what you just told me, she must’ve felt it was my turn to be with you.”

“How are you holding up, by the way?” Grace asked me. “Are we giving you enough rest? We joke, but we know being with us five can be exhausting, and I don’t just mean sex. Don’t be afraid to tell us if you need some time alone.”

I smiled. “I admit, I do enjoy a bit of quiet time alone, but even so, nothing beats spending time with you all. I’m happy, Grace. Thank you for worrying.”

Noelle and Grace shared a look of confirmation. Then, the redhead spoke. “Speaking of spending time with us… There’s one more thing we talked about yesterday.”

“Hm?”

“We know you’re into some girl-on-girl action, love,” Grace stated.

I flinched. “W-Well… Yes?”

“We’ve teased you a bit with it,” Grace continued. “But if you want, I think we can do a bit more than that now.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want you pushing yourselves to do things you’re not comfortable with.”

“That’s the thing, Oliver,” Noelle said. “It’s not… UNcomfortable.”

“W-What?”

Grace sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Even I have a hard time finding the words to explain it.” She reached for her phone in her backpack to see the time. “Mila and Sarah should be here soon… But I’d like Alice to be here, too.”

“Let’s save it for lunch hour, then,” Noelle said.

“Wait, you’re gonna say that and then leave it at that?” I asked, frowning. “That’s pretty cruel.”

“Sorry, love.” Grace pecked my lips. “We got a little ahead of ourselves.”

“Alright. Just… answer me this. Are you saying you girls are… bisexual?”

Grace and Noelle shared another look. “No,” they both answered.

“It’s more complicated than that,” Noelle said. “But if we had to answer with only yes or no, it’d be no.”

“Okay, okay…” I sighed with a small, tired smile. “So long as you’re all getting along, I don’t mind a few secrets.”

Grace chuckled. “Yeah, we’re getting along. But don’t worry. This isn’t a secret. We’ll tell you all about it, and we won’t do anything that’ll make you uncomfortable.”

You know, I didn’t see it at the time. This was my first relationship. Well, if you look at it a certain way, it was also my only relationship, but that’s beside the point. What I’m trying to say is that this was the way I thought relationships were for the longest time. Talking things through, respecting boundaries and understanding each other. It sounds obvious, but there are so many people in relationships out there that don’t even do one of those things.

I didn’t know how much Frey had to do with it, but I really was one of the luckiest men alive.

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