An early chat with Mila.

-Oliver: I’m already at school, too. I’m in the old music room.

-Mila: Seriously? I’ll be there in a second!

I didn’t know why, but I was getting restless. I wanted her to be in front of me THAT instant. I was going to hug her, grope her butt and kiss her so hard she’d come just from that. I even stood up from how excited I’d suddenly gotten.

Then the door opened and I saw her coming in, a bright smile on her face as she walked up to me.

“Good morning, Oliver!” she waved. “Why here so early?”

I froze. Every single thing I imagined myself doing now felt… inappropriate. Mila wasn’t a toy I could play with however I wanted. What was I thinking? I was letting my fantasies run too wild. Seeing her in front of me, in the flesh, brought me back to reality.

“U-Um, I just… slept well and woke up early,” I said in my usual quiet voice.

“So did I. Maybe because we had so much fun yesterday?” she giggled and shot me a suggestive glance. “And speaking of… It looks to me like you want to do something.”

Mila walked closer to me, her hands behind her back. She inched ever closer until her face was right in front of mine, yet she never made contact.

“D-Do I?”

She nodded. “I think I can tell.”

“And… Would it be okay?”

Mila nodded again. “It would.”

It was like that time with Grace. Could Mila read my mind or was I that obvious? It was a little worrying, but I put that aside for now.

I had imagined myself embracing Mila and just devouring her with kisses, but what I ended up doing was more restrained. I put my hands on her narrow waist and gently pressed my lips against hers. Mila rested her hands on my shoulders and tenderly returned the kiss.

“Good morning,” I said, looking into her eyes.

“Good morning.” That giddy smile was clear even to me.

She had liked that, and I was now sure I could do more. Still, I treaded carefully. I began lowering my hands from her waist, ever so slowly until my fingers felt the softer flesh of her butt. Mila planted a soft kiss on my jaw, and along with that gentle look she was giving me, I interpreted it as approval to continue while also telling me to take my time.

I gave her butt a firm squeeze over her skirt, and that made us both shudder for different reasons. Mila was feeling good from my touch, while I was ecstatic that I would make her feel such things with just that.

“Like my butt?” she asked, whispering.

I nodded.

She then took her hands from my shoulders, to my back and then finally to my own behind. She gave it a squeeze. “I like yours, too,” she said, giggling mischievously.

I swallowed. “I want to kiss you more.”

“What a coincidence. I want you to kiss me more, too.”

This time I went in tongue first, and Mila moaned into me as she received me. We both held each other closer as we made out in the middle of the old, unused classroom. My entire body felt warm, and I lost myself in the taste of Mila’s mouth and her body at my fingertips.

We pulled away to catch our breaths, looking at each other with big, stupid smiles.

“Can we make that our morning greeting?” she asked.

“S-Should we? What if…? What if there are people around?” What if others were to see us? Asking that made me realize that I didn’t know what we were supposed to do about public perception.

Mila seemed to go through the same train of thought. She groaned. “I want to say we shouldn’t care, but it’s more complex than that, right? I don’t care if people spread dumb, unfounded rumors about me, but I don’t want them to talk ill of you when you’ve done nothing wrong.”

“…Am I technically three-timing?” I asked nervously.

“You’re not going behind our backs, so no,” Mila answered clearly before her face twisted into a grimace. “…But people will say you are.”

It made me scared, really. I didn’t want people to spread rumors about me. I didn’t want them to talk behind my back, saying I was an asshole, or that I was somehow deceiving the girls. I remembered my mom’s words the other day, asking me to never be a liar or a sexual offender. If rumors reached the teachers and thus reached my mom… I was scared of what may happen, but I was even more scared of letting go of this relationship with Mila, Sarah and Grace, more so when it was only just starting.

“Should we keep this all a secret, then?” I asked, my voice low.

Hesitantly, Mila nodded. “I don’t like it, though.”

We stayed like that for a long moment, silent, holding each other, reflecting. And in that reflection, I noticed where we were. An idea sprung to mind.

“Mila, what if… we got to school early like today?”

“Hm?”

“There’s still like 40 minutes until classes start. If we get here early, we could spend more time together.” I felt dizzier with every word, worried I was sounding as needy and clingy as I feared coming off as.

Mila frowned and pouted. “I’m not an early riser, but that sounds like a good idea. I hate having to get up early, but if it means we can be like this, without anyone looking…” She sighed. “Okay, let’s try it. And we’re bringing Sarah and Grace into this, right?”

I nodded immediately. “If they’re up for it.”

Mila smiled, pulled away from me and looked around the room. Then she made a disgusted face. “Oh god. This place is gonna be freezing when winter comes.”

I winced. “It will,” I confirmed.

“Well, we’ll just have to stick close together, huh?” Mila hugged me again, pressing her body against me for emphasis, grinning teasingly.

For my part, I was praying this lasted long enough for winter to arrive. Winter and beyond, really.

We stayed in the room together until 10 minutes before the bell rang. Mila told me all kinds of trivial, but interesting stories about things that had happened to her, things she’d seen or people she’d met.

She was happy to talk, and I was happy just to listen.

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