Their ‘reward’.

I didn’t feel like myself out there. In fact, the shaking and quickly pounding heart that came after were like signs that I was still me. That’s not to say it was anything magical or supernatural. It was just…

I remembered the bands I liked. I remember watching recordings of their live events, having never had the courage to go to one myself. Part of what made those entertaining were the artists themselves, not just the music.

A great artist has to put on a show. They hype up the crowd, get them excited and make them have a great time. My first live performance, in that sense, was a complete failure.

I thought I couldn’t be like those great artists. After all, I’m not an upbeat guy, I’m not particularly charismatic or outgoing. I thought those skills were beyond me. But then I remembered the interviews with those same artists I looked up to. There they were much more… quiet, normal. Some were even reserved and very polite. That’s when it hit me. In order to put on a show, they put up an act. They don’t need to BE upbeat or outgoing people, they just need to act like it while on stage.

That felt closer to something I could do. After all, it was almost like what I did at work. Trying to keep a calm and collected front while I was a nervous mess inside.

I looked at the kinds of live shows I liked and… tried to channel some of that back there. It wasn’t exactly a live show, but… It got a good reception. The girls looked pleased, at least, which was the important part.

“Dude, you killed it!” Kevin said, giving me a hard pat on the back while we put the amps and the mic back in the music room. “I think I was more nervous than you were!”

“You handled yourself like you’d done this a thousand times before,” Ben said, smirking. “That part about finding a cool stick killed me.”

“Yeah, that was a good joke!” Thomas said, then did a double take. “It WAS a joke, right?”

“It was supposed to be,” I said sheepishly. “Did it not sound like it?”

“No, no. It did. That was really cool, Oliver. You really did kill it.”

I allowed myself to feel satisfied with what I did. It was very short, but… I was able to bring out a new side of myself there. For that short moment, I was the Oliver I always wished I was from the start.

As promised, I treated the guys to pizza after school. The damn gobblers ordered one family-sized each and ate to the last slice. It’s not even the money that bothers me, but the fact they could eat so much. Then again, all of them save for Ben are much taller than me, and Ben works out every bit as much as I do if not more due to being a boxer. Still… Freaks.

In the middle of that, though, I got a text. A very ominous text.

-Grace: When you’re finished with whatever you’re doing, come to my house. No excuses, not buts. Take however long you need, but come to my house when you’re done. This is non negotiable.

Based on that text alone, it was hard to tell if I did something good or bad… Still, I did as told. I hung out with the guys for a while longer before heading to Grace’s house.

I rang the bell and only 10 seconds later Grace was dragging me by the hand towards her bedroom without a single word.

“U-Um…”

“Shut up,” she said. We went into her room, where Mila, Sarah, Alice and Noelle were also waiting. “Pants off. Sit on the bed. Now.”

You know, I don’t want to toot my own horn, so while I won’t say I was expecting this to happen, I WAS hoping it did. And so, excited, I jumped off my pants and sat on the bed with a small bounce and a quickly rising shaft.

The five girls immediately surrounded me. Sarah and Alice got on the bed with me, kneeling beside me. Noelle let her skirt fall to the floor, stepped out of her panties and sat on my lap while purposefully putting my dick between her ass cheeks. Finally, Mila and Grace kneeled in front of me, their breathing making my cock twitch in anticipation.

“You,” Sarah began, whispering seductively in my ear, “did a thing today.”

I swallowed. “I did, yes…”

“We liked it,” Noelle told me, smiling and giving me a very sweet, innocent kiss on the nose. “We liked it a lot.”

Alice then nibbled my ear. “We were sure you weren’t going to do anything of the sort, yet you went and did that in front of so many people.”

“So… We’re objectively the most beautiful and wonderful girls in school, huh?” Grace said, rubbing my naked inner thigh.

“Correct,” I said. “And subjectively, too, for that matter.”

“Oliver, we… We talked,” Mila said. “At first, the plan was to fuck you senseless for that. Or try, at least…” She giggled. “But then we got an idea. We… Want to try something.”

“Uh-oh…”

Noelle pecked my lips, and while looking into my eyes with a very innocent smile, she said, “Blowjobs, titjobs, handjobs, thighjobs… Anything you want, we’ll do it.”

“However…” Alice licked the side of my neck. “Until after prom… No penetration.”

“Pussy OR ass,” Mila clarified. “Or even throat.”

“We fuck so much already…” Sarah said, undoing the buttons of her shirt. “We were thinking of how to make prom a little more special. How about starving ourselves and letting all that pent up energy out that day?”

“We considered abstaining altogether until then,” Grace said. “But you sort of subsist on sex, don’t you? Considering the point is to reward you, we don’t want to make you suffer for a whole month.”

“So? What do you say?” Noelle asked. “We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, but… We think it could be fun. A little hard, yes, but it could make prom a lot more memorable.”

No actual sex for about a month? That sounded… not good. However, it wasn’t like we couldn’t do anything, so… “But other than that, can we do anything?”

“Anything,” Sarah said. “Anytime, anywhere. Let’s use this chance to get a little more… daring and crazy.”

The other girls agreed with Sarah.

…

“Alright. I’m in.”

It would be a good opportunity to test some things.