Casually lewd.

I noticed that the moment we went into the old music room, all four of us suddenly relaxed. A previously unnoticeable tension left our bodies. This was my safe space, so it was natural for me, but for them? It was strange.

“We have ten minutes,” Sarah said. “How are we gonna use them?”

“Oliver promised me I’d get to taste his cum next,” Grace sang, hugging me from behind and getting her hands close to my crotch, “and I’d bet my favorite plushie he’s a man of his word.”

“Okay, but I get to make out with him while you do that,” Mila said.

“Sure, that’s fair.”

“I have to say, Mila, I’m surprised,” Sarah said. “You used to even shy away from any sort of sex talk. What happened?”

“N-Nothing,” Mila shrugged. “I was just… you know, tired of being a virgin, okay? But let’s not waste the little time we have!”

Mila dragged me by the hand to the mattress, and I had no reason or desire to resist. I sat down on it and unzipped my pants. Mila sat to my left, Sarah to my right and Grace got in all fours in front of me. Mila immediately turned my head to her and started by licking from my chin to my lips.

“Then if you don’t mind, I’ll help myself to this big treat over here.” Grace took out my dick and gave it a teasing kiss at first. “Haaah! Just the smell is enough to make me dizzy.”

“You sound like a slut,” Sarah told her.

“You want to start counting men? And you know full well what I mean. This is like nothing else.”

“Yeah, alright,” Sarah conceded.

It was something I knew but didn’t want to think about. Mila was a virgin, but Sarah and Grace were obviously far more experienced. I didn’t want to think about them being with other men, even knowing I had no right to say anything about what they did with their lives. I **** myself to push those thoughts away and focused on something much better: Mila’s tongue.

She kissed me deeply, holding my cheeks as she rolled her tongue around mine and pulling away only for short seconds for us to catch our breaths. Meanwhile, Grace had taken my cock inside her mouth. She licked my underside as she bobbed her head, then ran circles around the tip before she wrapped it around my shaft. It was amazing.

“You know, this is pretty damn hot,” Sarah said. “Oliver, mind if I make a video?”

My first thought was ‘ME!? ON CAMERA!? ARE YOU CRAZY!?’ Then my second thought was ‘Grace and Mila on camera with ME!?’ That sounded a hell of a lot better. I hummed my approval of the idea and Sarah got her phone out.

“Saraaah, you’re gonna make me worry about how I look,” Grace pouted, but instead of asking her to stop she started fixing her hair to move her bangs out of her face.

“Should we kiss sloppily for the video?” Mila asked, flicking her tongue on my lips.

“This isn’t a porno, you idiots. Just keep doing it like you were before. It’s hotter that way.”

Normally when I’m in front of a camera I stiffen and forget how to move my body. Thankfully my mind was not thinking one bit about the video. My mouth was being assaulted by the eager Mila and my cock was being serviced by the hungry Grace. I had no desire to think of anything else.

“Hngh!” My voice came out, and it seemed that was enough for Grace to know I was about to come.

“Here comes. Let me taste it, Oliver. Shoot it in my mouth!”

I came in her mouth, and all the while Mila never stopped kissing me. I grunted into her mouth and I filled another’s with my cum. The mere thought of it was enough to keep me hard.

I heard Grace swallowing, and I just had to get a good look at her. Her cheeks were flushed and her smiling lips glistered with her own drool. “Yeah, that’s definitely not normal cum. In the best of ways.”

“Okay, I’ll ask,” Mila said. “Does kissing normally feel this good?”

“Kissing can be pretty great depending on who you’re doing it with,” Sarah answered. “But Oliver here is in a league of his own. On a scale of 1 to 10, I’d give him a fucking 20.”

“We’re coming back here during lunch, aren’t we?” Grace asked. “We’ll have a full hour to play”

I was coming down from my high so I started to think a little clearer. They… wanted to come here again and do more of this? Of course, I wanted it too, but…

“Isn’t it…” I started, tripping on my words in the middle, “…dangerous?”

Sarah and Grace shared a look of confirmation. “This is probably the safest spot in the school, actually,” Sarah said. “There are already rumors going around of couples using other spots in the school to fuck. Behind the gym, other unused classrooms...”

“Are you for real?” Mila asked.

“Yeah, and they aren’t exactly rumors. Other students really do use them to fuck,” Grace said. “But for some reason no one ever speaks of this one room. Have to wonder why.”

“…Oh!” I exclaimed.

Sarah’s story made me recall a few situations back in the second semester of freshman year, when I started hiding in this room. I usually ran directly here to hide every recess and was generally undisturbed, but every once in a while people would open the door, see me there and leave in a hurry. Back then I was sure they were creeped out and were avoiding me, but remembering well most of those people went in pairs. A man and a woman.

“Oliver?” Mila asked.

“I… I think it’s because of me,” I admitted. “I’ve been… hiding here since freshman year.”

Sarah and Grace burst into laughter at that.

“So no one uses this room because there was always someone here before them?” Sarah asked. “That’s hilarious!”

“Word must’ve gotten around that this room was no good and then people just forgot about it,” Grace deduced.

But while Sarah and Grace laughed, Mila shot me a scary scowl. “Why have you been hiding here, though?”

Oh.