With Grace and Noelle.

The time I spent with Alice was still fresh in my mind that cold Monday morning. Of course it was, right? We fucked out in the open and it felt absolutely amazing. It was remembering that, along with the softness of her skin, the sweetness of her lips, and the tightness of her pussy that contributed to me waking up a little hornier than usual.

It was a vicious cycle. I was feeling horny, so when I arrived at the club room, I sat down at the table and began to look through the picture folders in my phone. That, in turn, made me hornier.

I couldn’t stop looking at the photos the girls had sent me that Friday. They’d taken them in my bedroom while Isabelle, mom and I were in the kitchen. We heard some of the laughter, but never imagined they were taking lewd pictures. And holy fuck the pictures!

The ones where Alice and Grace were pushing their naked breasts against the other’s were amazing. It made me want to have them both at the same time. Then there were the ones they took as a group. The one where they were lined up and bent over to show their butts was as sexy as it was funny. But honestly, the most surprising thing of it all was that Noelle had taken quite a few, too.

I looked through hers. One in which she lifted her skirt to show her panties, another with her only in her underwear posing sexily on my bed, another where she and Mila were looking up at the camera while pushing their breasts together with their arms… Considering how she seemed in a good mood during dinner, it was clear they didn’t **** her to do it.

It was a relief for me. Noelle was slowly becoming part of that group. Alice knew Mila, Grace and Sarah from long ago, so I was worried Noelle would feel like an outsider among them. I was happy to see that was not the case.

So yeah. A warm heart and a hard dick. A strangely pleasant combination unless you’re all alone like I was at that moment. It was a little conflicting at times, too. I didn’t want to make it about sex all the time, but dammit, we were young and perpetually horny. The photos proved it wasn’t just me.

“...is the second season confirmed?” I heard Grace’s voice approaching, as well as another set of steps next to hers.

“Yes, but there’s no release date yet,” Noelle answered. “Should be next year, though.”

“I don’t know if I can wait that long.”

“You can read the comic. It’s good.”

“Mmm… I don’t know. It’s not the same.”

They opened the door to the club room and walked in. It was just the two of them. They were both wearing their blazers on top of black sweaters. It was a particularly cold morning.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Good morning,” they answered.

Grace casually chose to sit on my left leg, leaving the other free for Noelle to take. This particular duo was a rare sight, but if they were becoming closer, then I was all up for it.

I put an arm around their waists and pulled them closer, kissing their cheeks. “What were you talking about?”

“Ah, Sarah invited us to her house yesterday,” Noelle said, smiling brightly.

“Yep. While you and Alice were god-know-where doing god-knows-what…” Grace’s smile said she knew exactly where we were and what we had done, “Mila, Noelle, Sarah and I spent the entire day enjoying the sauna and watching a show Noelle recommended.”

The smile came to my lips before I realized. “Really? What show?”

Noelle blushed. “...That anime about a man who’s a spy and has a fake family.”

“Ah. I’ve heard of it.”

“Haven’t watched it?” Grace asked me.

“No.”

“Do you watch anime, Oliver?” Noelle asked.

“A little. I don’t go out of my way to watch it specifically, but I think I’ve watched more anime than live action shows.”

“I’d never watched an anime before this one,” Grace said. “Same for Mila and Sarah. We were always told it was cringy crap for losers.” Noelle flinched. “That just shows the people I talk to have poor taste.”

Noelle giggled awkwardly. “I mean… Quality varies. The one we watched just happens to be a really good, really popular one.”

“Huh. Well, I’m willing to take more recommendations.” Grace then pecked my lips and began to play with my hair. “Join us next time, okay?”

“I’d love to.”

Grace moved to get more comfortable on my lap, but in the process, her thigh rubbed against my half-hard dick. She blinked in surprise and looked down at my crotch with little to no subtlety.

“Oh?” Have you ever seen the Grinch smirking? That was kind of what Grace did, only she was a sexy girl instead of a weird green creature. “What’s this, love?”

Noelle followed Grace’s gaze, and seeing the tent in my pants growing made her giggle.

“I was looking at the photos you sent the other day,” I admitted.

“Mmm.” Grace nuzzled against my neck. “You liked them a lot, huh?”

“Yeah. You all looked great.”

Grace pulled back and shared a knowing look with Noelle, who nodded.

“Love, shall we play that game again?”

“Hm? What game?” I asked.

Grace reached her hand towards Noelle’s chest and traced a finger along her side-boob, grinning. “You have to guess the color of our bras. If you guess correctly, we’ll do whatever you say, but if you guess wrong, you’ll do what we say.”

I grinned. “I’d love to play.” I looked at Noelle. “How about you?”

She nodded with a smile, pushed her chest against my arm and whispered in my ear. “Guess.”

I swallowed. The first thing that came to mind was the teal-colored underwear Noelle had been wearing that Friday, and considering her… usual disposition when we had sex, there was a high chance that was what she wanted me to answer.

“Teal.”

Noelle’s smile widened. She unbuttoned her blazer, lifted her black sweater, and undid the first few buttons of her white shirt. Her bra was of teal-colored lace.

“You win,” she said. I pulled her closer into a kiss, tasting her tongue for a short moment before I turned to Grace.

Her mischievous smile revealed nothing. My mind reading didn’t tell me anything, either. I had no idea what she was planning, but I knew there was a trick to this, and whatever it was, Grace was looking forward to it.

“Red,” I told her.

Grace licked her lips and took off her blazer. She then lifted her black sweater and left it on the table. And then, seeing through her white shirt, I knew the answer to the question.

Grace wasn’t wearing a bra at all.

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