[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 651 & 652.

Chapter 651: A critically important text from Sarah.

It was a day with no plans for me, or more like no plans to go out of the house. Mom was at work and Isabelle had agreed to take longer shifts at the coffee shop for what was left of summer vacation, so I was alone at home at noon. Well, not exactly alone, but you get what I mean.

I went back to my room with Cake and the dogs. I had decided to practice the bass for most of the day, so I picked it up and started working on my usual exercises as Cake sat beside me on the bed. What I didn’t expect was the dog’s reaction.

They heard the low notes of the bass and their ears perked up. The two puppies looked up at me, eyes wide and tails wagging. Curious, I played a single note. Chip and Mint barked with lowered heads and front paws forward.

“What?” I asked them, grinning. “Do you like it or not?”

I played another note and got another bark from them. Then I played two quick notes in succession, making them growl and start jumping. To mess with them even more, I played a fast riff that I think gave them the zoomies because they started running around the room and playing with each other while Cake looked at them from the bed with interest. 

I started laughing and regretting that I had no one to make a video of that. Can’t exactly play and hold the phone at the same time. Trying to set the camera somewhere felt too… artificial to me, but maybe we could get a repeat of that later and Isabelle could record it. It’d be nice for the channel since more people were asking for more dog content, but I don’t want to force it. Cake just happens to enjoy sitting next to me while I play, and that’s at least 70% of the channel’s hook. The dogs stay for a bit, then leave.

I had been practicing for close to 30 minutes when I heard my phone. Cake meowed at me right after it buzzed, as if telling me to check it. I set my bass aside and picked up the phone. It was a text from Sarah. Not to the group chat, but directly to me.

-Sarah: Hey… You’re home alone, aren’t you?”

-Oliver: As alone as I can be with a clingy cat and two loud dogs, but yeah.

-Sarah: Can I come over?

-Oliver: Always. But… Did something happen?

-Sarah: No, I just want to talk. But more than that…

Next came a picture. A very explicit picture of her pussy, moist and with a full finger inside. My heart skipped a beat, one that went directly to my dick instead, apparently.

-Sarah: I’m super horny today and my fingers aren’t enough.

I swallowed. This… wasn’t exactly common. The texts, I mean. Back when we were in school, if the girls  were in the mood we’d just sneak a quickie in the old music room, the club room or even a restroom if we were feeling daring. Now that we were apart, our encounters had to be mostly planned. Much less of that impromptu goodness that we are big fans of.

-Oliver: Mom’s gonna be back at around 6:00 pm and Isabelle is working.

…

My heart began racing faster as I considered whether to send a text I had in mind or not. No matter how much time passes or how much I grow, I can’t seem to get rid of that hesitance to say some things. I wanted to play along with Sarah and talk dirty, but that’s always been kind of difficult for me. It’s a little embarrassing and I find myself fearing I’ll just sound ridiculous. But… Sarah sent a picture of her wet pussy.

-Oliver: Bring that to me and I’ll see if I can do something about that leak.

Nope. It didn’t sound good to me. Felt forced and cringy. I almost deleted it, but she had seen it already. However…

-Sarah: On my way. get your tools ready.

She was either kind enough to play along or was seriously so horny that even that sounded sexy. Either way, bless her heart.

I was suddenly very excited. My quiet plans were ruined, but you wouldn’t hear me utter a single complaint. That said, it was very sudden. We’d just hung out and, while Sarah was affectionate as always, it didn’t look to me like she wanted more. Then again, different day, different mood.

I tried to practice a bit more while I waited for Sarah, both to make use of the time and to distract myself from my excitement. I mean, come on, I know I’ve been leading a life full of sex, but how can a guy NOT get worked up when a girl basically tells him ‘I’m horny and I want you. Going to your place right now.’ It’s flattering!

Some 40 minutes later, Sarah knocked on my front door. I went to greet her and saw her in form-fitting jeans and a white tube top that showed her midriff and generous cleavage. She grinned when she saw where my eyes first fell.

“And that’s why I wore this,” she said, stepping into the house and throwing herself at me the moment I closed the door.

She kissed me hard, shoving her tongue into my mouth and holding the back of my head. I held her by her waist first, feeling her skin, then let them roam up and give her tits a hard, greedy squeeze. Sarah smirked against my lips and giggled, pulling away and giving me a calmer, tender hug instead.

“God, I know we saw each other yesterday, but… I needed you today,” she said, sighing happily while resting her head on my shoulder.

“Are you sure nothing happened?” I asked her, rubbing her back.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Or you think you’re the only one allowed to get horny all of a sudden?” she challenged, poking my stomach.

“I mean… I have an excuse?” I said sheepishly.

Sarah laughed. “Well, so do I. I started thinking about my wonderful, sex god of a boyfriend, and… Well, let’s say I’m feeling it a little more than usual this month.” She kissed my cheek a few times. Slow, lingering kisses as she also rubbed my arm. “And also… We’re going to the park with the kids tomorrow and I’d rather not be feeling like this then.”

Oh. Yeah, that makes sense. “Completely fair,” I agreed.

Sarah grinned, held my face and kissed me softly, though still giving my lips a quick lick. “Take good care of me today. But… I’m not so desperate that we need to rush. We have time, don’t we?”

“We do,” I told her, cupping her face and caressing her cheek. “Though I admit that text did get me pretty excited.”

“You can’t ever say I don’t know what makes you tick,” she said, opening her mouth and catching my thumb to suck on it.

That exact move sent a rush of heat through my body and especially down at my crotch. My GOD this girl is sexy, holy shit.

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Chapter 652: Bonds.

I took Sarah to my room. And by that I mean that I picked her up and princess-carried her up the stairs. She laughed and planted kiss after kiss on my neck all the way there.

Cake saw us go in, and I swear to fucking god, the damn cat SIGHED before she jumpped off the bed and left the room. Sarah and I were speechless.

“Okay, something is DEFINITELY going on with your cat,” she told me. 

“That, and I think she just gave up on fighting for attention,” I said, laughing. “Thanks, Cake. I promise I’ll make you something special tonight.”

Cake meowed, but really, that could’ve just as well have been ‘thank you’ or a ‘bite me.’

I set Sarah on the bed, but she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down with her and brought my lips to hers. We made out for a long moment, letting hands roam and grope and without saying a word. I could feel how Sarah wanted to taste me thoroughly, running her tongue inside my mouth and sneaking her hands under my T-shirt to touch my abs, breathing hard and deep all the while.

“Sorry. It’s selfish, but… I wanted to have you to myself today, if possible,” she said after a moment. “I… didn’t tell the others.”

“That’s on me. I’ll have to make it up to them,” I told her.

Sarah grinned and caressed my cheek with the back of her fingers. “But you did it with Diana after work, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And you had a foursome with Mila, Alice and Noelle at a hotel.”

“Correct.”

“Then this is my moment. Do something with Grace some other time.” She pecked my lips. “And when we’re living together, this’ll be less of a problem.”

“Maybe for you. If you girls keep this up, I won’t get anything done, ever.”

“What, you don’t like having girls throw themselves at you?” she asked teasingly, grabbing my hand and leading it to her tit.

I groped it while pushing her nipple with my thumb over her top. “No, not really,” I told her, smirking. “When have I ever hinted that was the case?”

“When…” Sarah blinked as she thought about it. “Oh wow. You’re right. You’re always uncomfortable."

“Not always. Not when it’s you girls now that we have a stable relationship.”

Sarah smirked back. “But when we first did it you were freaking out.”

“And I’ve never claimed otherwise.”

“Alright, I’ll throw myself at you more often from now on.”

“Didn’t you hear what I said? I’ll never get anything done,” I told her, tracing a finger along her collar bone, making her shudder.

“We leave you to lead most of the time, and you always spoil us whenever we want. We want to spoil you, too, but you always feel guilty when we try.”

I grimaced. “Yeah, Noelle said as much the other day.”

Sarah smiled. “Oliver… I said I wanted to talk, and it’s true. Or more like… I want to say things again, things I’ve said before.”

“Tell me.”

“I love you,” she said, smiling at me and staring up into my eyes. “I love you so, so damn much it’s seriously scary sometimes. I’ve told you this before, but sometimes I’m afraid we’re moving too quickly, that what I feel for you is too strong for just under a year together. Oliver, you have me. You HAVE me. I’ll do anything for you, without hesitation, and that thought itself is scary.”

“You know I feel the same about you, right?”

Sarah smiled. “Yes, and that’s what always stops me from freaking out. You know I… gave myself to someone before. Not to this extent, not even close. Only in the sense that there was someone I thought I loved dearly, but who ended up hurting me badly. I promised I’d never give myself like that again, yet… here we are.”

“Sarah…”

“I was thinking about this just this morning. Why? Why would I go back on my own promise to myself? And then I remembered our little outing for tomorrow.” Sarah caressed my cheek, her eyes still locked on mine. “I never expected you to care about my family, not one bit. But you do. You care a lot, and that means so fucking much to me. Yeah, we know how we feel about each other through this… weird magical connection, but you still always show me how much you care. This isn’t the same as what stupid little Sarah did before. Oliver, you’re my everything, and I’m happy to give you my everything, too. And don’t even start with that usual bullshit of not being able to be there fully for me because of the other girls. That’s part of you, and I love it, and I encourage it. It’s not ‘something I put up with,’ okay? I’m gonna say it loudly, but read my mind if you have to. I love you, and I love that there are other girls. I love them, too, if in a different way.”

You know what I said about a girl texting a guy about wanting sex being flattering? Yeah, even that has nothing on this. Only this put a lot more pressure on me, pressure to want to be even better for her.

“You’re making a strong case for yourself as the legal wife, you know?” I told her.

Sarah smirked. “You know it! But… Actually, I was thinking about that, too.”

“Hm?”

“Marriage… In the end, it’s just a document. A legal document that’s there to give a couple rights and obligations. Sure, it’ll suck not having the usual rights married couples have, but… Maybe marriage just isn’t for us?”

“Oh?”

“I mean, I doubt magic can suddenly make polygamy legal everywhere, right? It’s one thing to deal with perception and another to deal with written laws.”

I nodded.

“But even so… Isn’t this… link we have even stronger than some legal contract? Maybe I’m naive, but I doubt most married couples can feel so much of their partner like we do. I want to talk about this with the others, but… What do you think?”

I chuckled. “You have a point. Beyond legalities, marriage is a promise to stay together. Maybe we’re young and a little stupid, but I want to stay with all of you forever.” 

Sarah smiled brightly. “So do I.”

“Does that mean we should act like we’re already married?” I asked, smirking teasingly.

Sarah mirrored that smirk. “I don’t know about you, but I might start seeing it that way from now on.”

“Come here, honey.” I got my arms around Sarah’s waist and lifted her up, sitting her on my lap.

Sarah laughed. “Oh no, don’t call me honey! It feels weird!” 

Sarah kissed me again, and through it I could feel the immense happiness and satisfaction she felt. It was less that she felt like we had actually gotten married all of a sudden and more that she was happy that I was reciprocating the ideas and feelings that had been eating her up recently.

“I still think we should have a ceremony eventually, though,” I told her.

“Oh, totally. I’m not giving that up, and I bet none of the others would forgive you if you tried to dodge it. Call me stupid if you want, but I want to wear the white dress one day.”

“...Could we have sex with you wearing it?”

Sarah smirked. “Baby, you’ll be fucking a bunch of brides one day. I promise you.”