[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 586 & 587. (Patreon)

Chapter 586: Intermission - Sarah’s plea.

Fernanda watched as Sarah put her thumbs in the pockets of her shorts and leaned back against the tree. It was the kind of move that, if she tried to pull it off, would come off as trying too hard to look cool, but when Sarah did it she actually looked cool.

“Oliver talked to your dad yesterday. Did he tell you about that?”

Fernanda’s heart skipped a beat. “Ah. Um… Y-Yeah.” That thing about trying another therapist. Her dad said he had been recommended a new one, but only asked her to think about it. He wasn’t rushing her to make a decision during their vacation. Why would this girl ask her about it, though.

Sarah groaned softly. “The therapist he recommended is my dad. Oliver told your dad, but… I wanted to make sure that you knew, just in case it could make you uncomfortable. That said, my dad’s a pro. He won’t tell me anything about your sessions even if I asked him, and not that I would. He’s good and has two published research papers on mental health, so check those out if you feel like it.”

Fernanda felt a knot in her throat. So even these girls knew Fernanda wasn’t well in the head? Not that it was surprising, considering the people she’d talked to recently, but… It was still… embarrassing, even shameful.

“We know it’s not really our business,” the brunette, Grace, said as she sat cross-legged next to Fernanda. “I was against trying to meddle, but Sarah wanted to talk to you even if it was out of line.” The girl smiled with something like pride in her face. “She wants to major in psychology because she realized she can’t just let stuff like this be. She was like this with Oliver, too.”

“I’m sorry. We know some things about you that we shouldn’t,” Sarah said. “You’re free to write us off as meddling bitches, but even if you do, please don’t write off how important mental health is. Like any other wound, it needs to be treated. It doesn’t have to be my dad, even if I think he’s one of the best you could ask for. So… Yeah. That’s all I wanted to say. Sorry to interrupt you while you were busy.”

“...” Why? Why did she care? Why did these people care? Diana gave her advice last night, too, and now Sarah was encouraging her to seek professional help. “Do I… Do I really look so pathetic that it’s obvious I’m not well?” Fernanda asked, her voice at the edge of cracking. She felt her eyes itch and tried and succeeded to stop the tears.

“You don’t, but that’s the thing,” Sarah said. “The fact that no one can tell what you’re feeling means you have to be the one to take the first step.”

“...”

Grace stood up and dusted herself off. “Hey, have you had breakfast yet?”

“Ah?” Where did that change of topic come from? “N-No, I guess I haven’t…”

“This started off really weird, so why not start over?” Grace suggested. “If you can somehow still stand us, come eat with us. We came here to check the river out while the rest of our group was still asleep, but now I’m starving. Apparently the buffet breakfast here is pretty good.”

“...” To be perfectly honest, Fernanda did feel ticked off that these two girls would come out of nowhere to tell her what she should do, but that wasn’t really what they were doing, was it? “I… I AM getting hungry. Alright, let’s go.”

“Cool!” Grace offered her a hand and Fernanda took it. Problem was that she almost got pulled to the ground instead of helping Fernanda up. “W-Woah!”

Fernanda gasped. “I’m so sorry!”

“Holy hell, Grace. Plant your feet, woman.” Sarah grabbed Fernanda’s wrist and she could practically feel herself being pulled up. Fernanda blinked.

“Um… You work out?” she asked Sarah. “W-Wait, forget that. It’s pretty obvious you do.” That wasn’t just arm strength, though. That was good balance and strong footing.

Sarah smirked. “Yeah, and so do you. You’ve got good legs.”

Fernanda, like Sarah, was also wearing shorts. It was easy to see how toned her legs were, but she was still surprised she noticed.

“Just aerobics at home and a lot of time on the stationary bike,” Fernanda said.

“I don’t want to assume, but does it have to do with your dad being a bodybuilder?” Grace asked.

“Kind of?” Fernanda smiled wryly. “It’s not like he forces me to exercise, but… Well… Back in middle school I got made fun of for being fat.” She then frowned at a past memory. “Though looking back, I wasn’t fat at all. It was these girls with stick figures being mean.”

“Oh yeah, I know the type,” Grace said, putting her hands on her hips.

“Well, I took it really hard back then. My dad asked me if it bothered me enough to do something about it. I said yes and he made a whole plan for me, even following it with me for about five months.” Fernanda smiled as she looked back. “It’s funny because that plan even included a new diet and I was eating even more than I did. But even so, fat turned to muscle and I was feeling a lot better with myself. My grades in P.E. got better, too.”

“Sometimes it’s not about eating less, but eating smart,” Sarah said, nodding. “I suppose a professional bodybuilder would know that.”

“Yeah. it’s also funny that I… technically didn’t lose much weight at all? Like I said, I wasn’t fat, but my body simply became… firmer? Exercise ended up becoming a habit by then.”

Sarah smiled. “Avoided steering you into bulimia or anorexia, too. Holy crap, your dad is pretty smart.”

Fernanda blinked. She had obviously heard those terms before, but much to her shame, she didn’t know what exactly they were about.

“Remind me, what are those?” Grace asked, much to Fernanda’s relief.

“They’re both eating disorders. Anorexia is when a person, usually but not necessarily always girls, feels a strong fear of gaining weight and believes they should be constantly losing more, never being satisfied. It’s dangerous as hell. Bulimia is when people overeat, usually in secret, then feel shame and guilt over it and try to get rid of it all with forced vomiting or misuse of laxatives. Also extremely damaging and potentially lethal. Both are worryingly common in young girls, particularly those under social pressure to be thin.”

Fernanda’s jaw dropped. Was… Was her dad looking out for her like that? Was he worried she would feel that social pressure and end up damaging herself? Those thoughts never even crossed her mind, but she could see herself falling for it if her dad hadn’t taught her to be comfortable in and proud of her own body. She couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah, my dad is pretty smart. He probably has muscles in his brain, too.”

It was just a random comment, but Fernanda was surprised that… it actually got a laugh out of the two girls.

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Chapter 587: In bed with Noelle and Diana.

I woke up that next morning with a girl at each side. Noelle to my left and Diana to my right. The three of us were comfortably naked and sticky with sweat. It wasn’t a wild night, but it was really nice.

It was always going to happen, so I had considered putting up Silence runes in the room to not bother the other girls with noise while they slept. Their answer to it?

“If you don’t let us listen in, you’re not touching us the rest of the trip.”

What can a man do against an ultimatum like that? And I admit, knowing the others were listening at night as Diana, Noelle and I fucked was… really arousing. Not that we were making much noise since Diana and Noelle are arguably the quietest of the bunch. Quiet in a very erotic way, though.

It didn’t wake up too early. Fatigue from the day before must’ve caught up to me. It was about 9:00 am, and the most surprising thing was that I was already hearing some movement.

Grace knocked ever so softly on the door to the bedroom and slowly opened the door when I spoke up. She peeked from behind it, smiling at me.

“Those two still sleeping?”

I nodded. “You’re up early.”

“Sarah and I are gonna check something out. Remember that breakfast ends at 11:00 am, okay?”

“Thanks. Be safe.”

“Always.”

Grace quietly closed the door, but nevertheless, it seems our conversation stirred up the two sleeping beauties beside me. With eyes still closed, Noelle snuggled closer to me, pushing her naked breasts against my side. Diana, meanwhile, rubbed her eyes before she propped herself on her side, looking at me with a smile and sleepy eyes.

“Good morning, handsome…” she said with a yawn.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

Noelle mumbled something that vaguely resembled the words ‘good morning.’

Diana moved closer, letting me put an arm around her shoulder as she leaned in to kiss me. Our lips met in a languid, wet kiss that lingered for a while. It only stopped when Noelle began to kiss my shoulder while she murmured “Me too…”

Diana chuckled and turned my head towards the redhead. Sleepy as she was, I was the one who initiated. I planted soft, gentle kisses on her lips at first, and as she began to reciprocate, I slid my tongue inside her mouth. Bit by bit she began to wake up, now wrapping her arms around me and putting one leg over my lap. Of course, her leg ended up brushing against my morning wood.

“Horny already?” she teased, giggling cutely.

“This is a very normal morning erection,” I told her. “But yes, I am.”

“I suppose we did pass out early last night,” Diana said. Her hand moved under the covers and held my shaft. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, we were all tired,” I told her.

“I still wanted to do it more, though…” Noelle said. She grinned, raised herself up a bit and cupped her tits while getting them closer to me. “Here.”

I was all too happy to suck on her nipple. No matter how many times I do it, it continues to hit my brain with whatever chemicals are responsible for the feeling of happiness.

“Mmm. Ah… Hmm…!” Noelle’s sweet, sweet moans only added to it. Knowing she liked it made doing it even better, of course.

“Mmm. Noelle, on a scale of 1 to 10, how much do you like him sucking on your boobs?” Diana asked her. A very good question, too.

“From 1 to 10? Mmm… A solid 7.”

My jaw dropped, making me stop licking her nipple to stare at Noelle in disbelief. “Only a 7? What am I doing wrong?” I asked her.

“No, no! Ahaha! That’s not it!” the redhead said, laughing. “I meant it in the grand scheme of… sex.”

Diana chuckle. “Alright, elaborate.”

“Let’s see… It’d be safe to say that putting his penis inside is a 10/10, right?”

“Fair score. I’d give it an 11, myself, but go on.”

Noelle pouted as Diana one-upped her, but the older woman simply had a very satisfied smile on her face. Noelle let it go and continued. “If that’s the thing that feels the best, then even if I like having my boobs sucked, it doesn’t feel as good and therefore can’t have the same score, right?”

“You’re taking this scoring a bit too seriously…” I said.

“No, no. Let her continue. I like this,” Diana said, putting a finger on my lips. “So then, how would you score… making out?”

“Oh, that’s an easy 9/10!” Noelle said confidently.

Diana whistled and nodded along. “Yes, that sounds about right for me, too.”

I, however, was confused. “Wait, so making out is better than…” I played with her nipple to make my point.

“Well, yeah. But you see, up until some time ago, I didn’t have a frame of reference for… kissing. You were my first and only, Oliver, so while I loved it, I didn’t really have anything to compare, right? Now, though, I’ve kissed the other girls, and… Um… No offense to them, I swear, but you’re like five times better.”

Diana kept chuckling. “I do have a frame of reference, and I’d say he’s 10 times better than any other guy I kissed.”

“Alright, alright…” Weird topic, but still a bit of an ego boost, not gonna lie. “And… What is one thing we already do that you’d rate the lowest?”

Noelle pursed her lips. “So… Something we do that I don’t like as much? That’s difficult… I don’t think there’s anything below a 6.”

“Come on, there has to be something I can do better,” I told her. “I want to please you more.”

“Take this chance, Noelle,” Diana told her. “A boyfriend willing to hear feedback is rare.”

“W-Well… there is… something.”

“What is it?”

“I… No, it’s nothing.”

“Oh, come on.”

“Just let it out, girl.”

“...” Noelle sighed. “Alright. I’d… like you to pet me more.”

I blinked. “Huh? Pet you…?”

Noelle nodded. “Pat and scratch my head, caress my cheeks, rub my arms… Even fondle my tits more. Not just during sex, but during everyday life. That’s what I want.”

But… That sounded almost like… “You’re not a pet to me, Noelle.”

“See? SEE! I knew you’d say that! That’s why I didn’t want to bring it up!” Noelle pouted and began to pull away from me.

“No, no, no! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It’s… Listen, I’m fine with doing that. I’d like to, even. I just don’t want to treat you like you’re… lesser. But I know you’re starting to find new things you like, and I want to do it. So yeah, I’ll do that more from now on.”

“...You sure it won’t make YOU uncomfortable?” she asked me.

I smiled and reached out my hand, caressing her cheek. “I’ll take any excuse I can to touch you anywhere.”

Noelle’s smile returned. She giggled and shook her head. “Pervert!”

“Freak,” I retorted.

“Adorable,” Diana said, smiling at us.

Noelle blushed deeply, but she pushed through and asked Diana, “And what about you? What do you want to ask Oliver to do better?”

I nodded. “It’s only fair.”

“...” Diana took a deep breath before leaning in and kissing me on the lips again. “I want you to not give a damn about what other people think about our difference in age. If you don’t care, I won’t either. How does that sound?”

I smirked. “Are you sure? You won’t get all shy on me?”

“I should be asking that,” she told me, smirking back. “Hold my hand, kiss me, hell, fondle my butt. I don’t care who’s watching. If they say anything, we’ll tell them to mind their own business.”

“Deal.”

It wasn’t like she was suddenly over it. Of course she wasn’t. This was her way to push us both to actually overcome this issue. We’d probably be getting odd looks until the age gap wasn’t apparent, but we couldn’t let that make our relationship uncomfortable for years to come.

I let out a content sigh. This was a nice way to start the day.