[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 507 & 508. (Patreon)

Chapter 507: A very casual afternoon.

“Seriously, that’s wild,” Sarah said with arms crossed and light nods. “I feel a bit sorry for her, but not too much. She should’ve known Thomas would understand if she just talked to him instead of breaking up.”

“And that he would move on after nearly a year,” Grace added. “Really, props to Lyla for getting fit, but I have to believe she expected his answer to be no.”

I said goodbye to Thomas some 20 minutes ago and headed to the park to meet the girls. We found ourselves a spot on the grass right under a huge tree for a bit of shade and sat down. 

Though it wasn’t officially summer yet, it practically felt like it already. It was a seriously hot day, and while I’ve always been a bigger fan of the cold than the heat, spring and summer did have a very big upside I was only now beginning to fully appreciate: girls in skimpier outfits.

There were the modest ones like the long, flowery sundress Grace was wearing, or the sleeveless white blouse Alice had on. Even just seeing their bare arms was really refreshing and very cute. Big fan.

Another thing I’m actually a big fan of, and something I think goes a bit underappreciated, is the big bulge that forms in the chests of big-boobed women wearing tight-fitting T-shirts, much like the ones Sarah and Noelle were wearing. Well, in Sarah’s case it was actually a purple form-fitting T-shirt she wore with black long shorts that reached her knees. In Noelle’s case, her large chest made her black T-shirt be a tight fit.

“I swear this was looser a month ago…” she had said when we pointed it out, embarrassed.

But despite how cute and sexy they all looked, despite their choice of outfit being very in line with my own taste of what I liked to see women wearing, it was very hard to surpass the classics, the tried-and-tested look.

Mila was wearing a small, white frilly cami with thin strips that showed both a bit of her midriff, all of her shoulders and a borderline obscene amount of cleavage. To top it off, she had decided to also wear hot pants, showing her long, smooth legs.

“I did it because it’s hot today, but I’ll gladly take you salivating over me,” she had said, putting her hands on her hips and doing a little spin. Mila just owned how ridiculously sexy she was.

And yes, I was almost salivating. It was like seeing a hot girl walking down the street and realizing “Wait, that’s my girlfriend. I actually get to have sex with her!”

Only I didn’t get to have sex with her. Not yet. Only a few more days until prom, but…! But I wanted it NOW!

“If we hadn’t already agreed it was your turn, I would’ve accused you of playing dirty,” Grace told her.

Alice grinned and giggled nervously. “Oh, boy… So we’re really doing this, huh? Be careful, okay? Don’t go too far.”

I swallowed and nodded. “I’ll try.”

“You’ll have to be our eyes,” Mila said, crawling towards me with a devilish, hungry smirk. “We’re gonna be a bit busy here.”

I took out my pencil as Mila turned her back to me. I wrote the runes for Normality on the label of her cami. They glowed, but with the sunlight getting through the branches of the tree above us, it was barely visible.

I tapped Mila on the shoulder and she turned around to face me. We spared our surroundings one last glance before we… got started.

It was a Sunday with good weather. There were plenty of people walking around. In fact, we weren’t even the only group sitting on the grass. Friends and couples had also taken their spots, few of them lucky like us to find one with shade.

I straightened my back and sat cross-legged. Mila got on top of me, sitting on my lap and wrapping her legs around my waist. She rested her arms on my shoulders and leaned her face closer, enough that her nose was touching mine.

“So… Anything so long as we’re not removing our clothes?” she asked to confirm one more time.

I licked my lips and nodded. “If we start to get weird looks…”

“I’ll pinch Mila’s butt,” Sarah said.

“W-Why pinch my butt!?”

“To break you out of the trance and because you have a very nice butt.”

“Well… Okay.” Heh. She liked the compliment.

“We’ll also try to be aware of what you’re doing,” Noelle said. “We already know the runes work if we’re not paying attention, so…”

Yeah. This was both a test to see the limits of the Normality runes, to see how much they let us get away with, and to see what would happen if someone was made aware of what we were doing while the runes were still active.

“Then… Shall we?” Mila asked.

And so, I immediately went for the throat. Almost literally?

The first thing I did was lean in and start kissing along Mila’s exposed neck. Her legs tightened around me as she let out a restrained, but still audibly erotic moan.

“Ahn…! Mm…!”

I kissed down her neck and reached her collarbone. I was keeping my hands firmly on her waist, subconsciously stopping them from going anywhere else. But that wasn’t the point of this, was it?

I felt my entire body itch with desire, my cock was growing harder and my bulge was beginning to poke Mila’s crotch. Like before, the situation was turning me on more than usual, but combined with how pent up I felt…

I moved my hands away from Mila’a waist and firmly cupped her breasts from the sides, pushing them together as I indiscreetly began to kiss her cleavage.

“Oh, holy shit…” Mila whispered, gasping and trembling on top of me. She put her hand on the back of my head and stroked my hair. “Yeah, kiss them more…!” she breathed.

“Okay, I see THAT…” I heard Alice say. “But is it because we’re aware or because that crosses the line?” she asked herself.

I didn’t have the mental capacity at the moment to care if we were being watched. The fire in me was flaring, and I was well aware I was playing a dangerous game with it, but I couldn’t stop myself.

Mila began to slowly grind her hips, her crotch over my erection. It felt amazing and painful at the same time. I wanted to take out my cock and put it inside her.

Mila suddenly held my face and pulled it up from her chest, making me look up at her. She shoved her tongue inside my mouth and I desperately sucked on it, drinking her saliva to quench the ever-growing thirst.

I switched to openly groping her tits instead of just cupping them, running my thumbs over her cami and hardening nipples. She wrapped one of her arms around my head and pulled me closer, taking a moment to breathe deeply through her nose.

“Shit, this is getting me hot…” Sarah said.

“Y-Yeah…” Noelle agreed.

We must’ve been at it for about 20 more minutes or so. We kept our clothes on and I swear I could’ve reached enlightenment if I had put that mental effort into meditating instead of stopping myself from creaming my pants. In fact, the only reason we pulled away was to cool off, because a minute longer and Mila herself would’ve taken out my cock.

“Did… Did… they notice us?” she asked in between gasps.

All the girls were red-faced, and I could feel the arousal oozing out of them like an aura.

“Y-Yes, actually. Kind of,” Noelle told us.

Mine and Mila’s jaw dropped. “W-Wait, what?” I asked.

“People walking by looked at you two,” Alice said. “Some of them did, at least. They seemed… amused.”

“Others actively avoided looking,” Grace said. “You know, like the usual reaction some people have to PDA.”

“That said, for how hard you two were going… I’d say those reactions were pretty mild.”

“W-Why didn’t you stop us!?” Mila asked, now very much ashamed. A sentiment I mirrored perfectly.

“W-Well…” Noelle smiled nervously. “It was… really hot to watch?”

You know what? Whatever. It was worth it. Kind of. For one, this was the kind of stuff I always wanted to do and now I had. And two, we probably gave Frey some good data to work with. No doubt she was paying attention to what was happening, too.

Now, the real issue was that I never in my life needed a blowjob so fucking hard.

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Chapter 508: Intermission - Drinking loosens lips (Part 1).

When was the last time the bar in Diana’s living room saw actual use beyond storing liquors? When Oliver and the others came over, they made too big a group to bother. The counter was so small it could only seat two people, and when Maria came over, they just sat on the couch and ranted at each other. This time, however… Diana wanted to make a good impression. Childish, maybe, but Holly Brooks made her feel like a child. She was her boyfriend’s mother, yes, but she also exuded an aura that commanded respect somehow. Confidence is what it was.

“I’ll have a highball tonight,” Maria cheerfully requested from her seat at the counter.

Beside her, Holly smiled calmly. “You promised to make me a real gin fizz, right?”

“I did, and I will if that’s what you want,” Diana said confidently, standing ready behind the counter. She remembered the gin fizz was Holly’s favorite drink and had prepared beforehand. She was going to blow her mind.

“I do. A gin fizz, please.”

Maria’s highball was easy, but Diana still prepared it carefully. She poured ice into a high glass, stirred it with a long spoon to chill the glass and poured out the bit that melted. She then poured some good whiskey and topped it with soda water before stirring again, this time more gently.

“Hahaha, I never get tired of watching you do this,” Maria said. “I just throw it all in a glass and call it a day.”

“You can certainly tell there’s expertise here,” Holly said. Diana was happy to notice the impressed tone in her voice, though she didn’t let it show. Actually, it just didn’t show. Poker face and all that. “Even stirring the ice looked like a practiced skill. Though I suppose it is.”

“The bar I worked at went for a very elegant, quiet style. They were very particular about how to make and serve the cocktails. That style of professionalism agrees with me.”

Next, Holly’s gin fizz. It’s generally a drink that most bartenders hate because it takes a lot of work. At least, if you’re making a good one. Diana had an idea.

She poured gin, lemon juice, simple syrup and an egg white into a shaker. First she shook it dry, meaning with no ice. Then she added the ice and shook it for a lot longer, about a full minute or more. Maria and Holly watched her as if waiting for her to stop at any moment. She then poured it into a Collins glass through a strainer and slid it towards Holly.

“Here. A basic gin fizz.”

“Basic? This already looks better than what I used to have…” Holly said, eyeing the glass with amusement.

“I’ve been to many bars around town. Cocktail culture isn’t very advanced here.”

“That’s true,” Holly admitted with a chuckle. “Most just want to get drunk.”

“And what are you having?” Maria asked Diana.

Normally she wouldn’t drink if she was serving other people, but… Yeah, she needed something if she was going to hang out with Oliver’s mother.

“Just some scotch.”

Diana poured herself her own drink and sat on a stool across the two other women. They made a simple toast and took their first sip of the night.

“Oh my God,” Holly exclaimed, looking at her glass in shock. “This is so good! What did you do?”

“Many small details, but the main thing is shaking it well and for a long time. Bartenders hate the gin fizz because it takes a long time to make, especially if the place is full and you have seven more orders coming up.”

“Ah, so that’s why they shot me those glares when I ordered one…” Holly mused.

Just then Diana’s dog came into the living room, apparently having already finished his dinner. He went directly to his chair and jumped on it.

“My, that’s a tough-looking dog,” Holly said, chuckling.

“And he’s a huge baby most of the time. I’ll take him outside if it bothers you.”

“No, it’s fine. I like animals. Actually, I’ve been giving it some thought.” Holly sighed and drank from her glass before continuing. “Oliver will be moving out soon. That’s bad enough, but he’ll need to take Cake with him.”

“Your cat, right?” Maria asked. ”Will he really take her?”

“He has to. That cat adores him. If he leaves her behind I fear Cake will fall into a depression.”

“That’s likely…” Diana said with a wry smile. “You’ll miss him, won’t you?”

“More than anything,” Holly easily admitted. “For a while I fully believed Isabelle would be the one moving out first and Oliver would stay with me, for… I don’t know how long. Now things are looking exactly the opposite,” she said, chuckling and drinking. “So I’ve been thinking that maybe we could have another pet, perhaps a dog. Or maybe two so they can play with each other.”

“A friend of mine has a pregnant husky,” Maria said. “If you make up your mind, she’s putting them up for adoption.”

“I’ll give it some thought.” Holly then smiled warmly at Maria. “And now that we’re here, let me thank you for taking care of Oliver all this time. I doubt he’s said anything to you, but he’s grateful for the opportunity you gave him. He’s grown a lot thanks to you.”

Maria’s cheeks went red. Diana had to hide her smirk behind her glass.

“P-Please, I didn’t do anything. Didn’t HAVE to do anything, even. Oliver was bad at first, but he forced himself to get better at the job, every aspect of it. I just watched him and he was doing better every new shift. It was kinda crazy.”

“Yes it was,” Holly said, now with a more nostalgic smile. “He was spending all his time in his room, away from everyone. Then suddenly I blink and he’s making breakfast every morning for us, going out more, inviting friends over, being surrounded by girls…” She bit her smiling lip. “Kid grew without me realizing it, without me there to help him.”

Diana was taken aback, and by the looks of it so was Maria.

“Tsk. I’m sorry, this is part of why I stopped drinking as much…” she said, chuckling and shaking her head. It took Diana another look to realize Holly’s glass was almost empty. It hadn't been five minutes… “Don’t worry, I won’t vent to you.”

Diana swallowed. “If you want to, I don’t mind.”

Holly laughed. “What, vent to my son’s girlfriend? So you can tell him later that his mom is sad to see him leave and make him feel guilty? Well, shit, I already said it…”

That cleared the air again. The three women laughed together.

“Forget it, forget it. But you know… I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. Curiosity’s got the better of me. How are things going between you and Oliver? Don’t be afraid to tell me. I want to know.”

Well.

Time to pour herself another glass of scotch.