[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 661 & 662.

Chapter 661: And then a late night drink with Diana.

It was fairly late at night already. The girls and I had a bit of the usual fun, but we didn’t go too far. It didn't feel right to do it in Diana’s house while she was away, but we had fun talking and drinking and I think that’s a good sign. I mean, if we could only have fun together having sex, then it probably meant our relationship didn’t have a strong foundation. We talked, we laughed, we argued and we had a great time. Maybe a bit too much, even. Noelle was the first to fall, as expected. By 9:30 pm, the few drinks she had got to her and she fell asleep while leaning her head on Sarah’s shoulder. We tucked her in in the guest room, but it wasn’t too long before the others had enough, too. We were careful and we had our breaks, but we had been drinking since the afternoon. And yeah, in the end I had a couple, too. I had to taste what I was making, after all.

Alice and Noelle were sharing the bed in the guest room, Mila and Sarah had taken Diana’s room, and Grace was asleep on the couch in the living room. That left Diana’s dad’s room, which we decided not to touch until she got home.

As for myself, I was sitting behind the bar, nursing a negroni while Cake and Red waited with me. Red was at my feet, laying on the floor and chewing on a toy bone while Cake sat straight on the counter while I scratched her neck. She purred, and at one point she got curious about what I was drinking. She sniffed it and made a funny disgusted face before pulling away.

Cake was taking well to the new environment, better than I expected, actually. I thought she’d be missing home. But then again, Isabelle did take her out of the house to socialize with other cats, and I’d been taking her on walks for a long while now. My girl is a trooper.

Funnily enough, my first hint that Diana was home wasn’t any sound she made, but Red’s ears perking up. The dog sat up, leaving his toy on the floor and then walked over to the door. Just a moment later, we heard the door and Diana walked in, smiling at Red and petting.

She then looked up from him and saw me at the bar. She smiled.

“Anything I can serve you, or are you sick and tired of alcohol for the night?” I asked her, keeping my voice low enough so as to not bother the sleeping girls.

Diana chuckled. “Have you been standing there all this time waiting for me to come home?” she asked, walking closer.

“You’re not supposed to notice that.”

“You should’ve just gone to bed,” she said, yet her smile said a lot more, and she sat down on the stool across from me. Cake moved closer and allowed Diana to pet her.

“I’ll clean the counter, I promise,” I told her.

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind. How did they do?”

“They’re getting along just fine. How was the night?”

“Slower.”

“Is that bad?”

“No, we still had plenty of customers. Just not as many. Around six or seven at any given time. You really did get the busiest nights.” Her eyes fell on my half-full glass. “Are you really offering me a drink?”

“Why would I joke about that? I’ve been practicing all day and I’d be willing to bet you didn’t drink at work.”

Diana chuckled, and even her eyes seemed to shine. “Give me one of those, then. A negroni.”

“Coming right up.”

Negroni: gin, campari and sweet vermouth. Stir with ice in a mixing glass until well-chilled. Strain into a glass with a large ice cube and garnish with an orange peel.

I think, so far, this was my favorite drink look-wise. It was simple, yet classy. The dark brown, almost golden color with the perfectly clear large ice cube and the orange tint that the peel gave it… It was nice to look at. A bit too strong, though.

Diana held the glass, stirred it a bit in her hand to hear the soft clinking of the ice against the edges, then took a small sip. She held it in her mouth for a bit before swallowing and having another.

“So? How is it?”

“Normal,” she said, smiling at me. “Which is really the best compliment I can give you. This is a standard negroni which you could serve in any bar.”

“You prepared the ice, though,” I said.

Diana nodded. “And you’ll get to that soon.”

“What can I do better?”

“You’re still too stiff when pouring. I can see the liquor shake when you do it. You also stirred a bit too long, so it’s well-chilled, but watered down.”

“Got it.”

“...” Diana looked down at her glass, and suddenly Red was beside her, sniffing her leg with his ears down.

“What is it?” I asked her, worried.

“Dylan is a part-timer, like you, so he only works certain days. I started working with another girl today. Another university senior.”

“Didn’t go well?”

“She’s… skilled, but has little knowledge. She knows how to make five drinks well. When I tried to teach her how to serve a drink in pousse-cafe style, she got mad and we argued. Maybe I… came off as too presumptuous or obnoxious.”

“Somehow I doubt it, but even if you were, you’re the one in charge. If she doesn’t know how to do something she should, then she has to keep quiet, listen and learn. She can curse you afterwards, in her own free time.”

Diana’s lips curled into a smile, then she burst into laughter she had to stifle for the sake of those sleeping.

“What?” I asked her, smiling at her.

“Nothing. Just… I like that a lot more than if you tried to reassure me that I wasn’t obnoxious.”

“Well… I wasn’t there, and I know you still have troubles with the way you say things to strangers. Maybe you were obnoxious, even if I don’t think that was the case, but even so. If she’s a bartender, doesn’t know how to layer a drink and refuses to learn, then as her supervisor, you can be as obnoxious as you want.”

Diana relaxed and looked into my eyes with a loving smile. “You remember what poisse-cafe is.”

“Of course I do. I pay attention to what you teach me.”

“This girl didn’t know. I think she reacted the way she did because the customer that asked for it that way shamed her for not knowing. I… should’ve defended her, shouldn’t I? I kept quiet then, but I’m only realizing this now.”

“I think that would’ve been good. Offer to make the drink yourself, then offer the girl to teach her later.” I shrugged. “Something to keep in mind next time, right?”

“Right.” Diana smiled, sipped her drink and shook her head. “I can’t wait for Friday. I want to work with you again.”

“I would’ve expected you to say you couldn’t wait until your next break,” I told her.

“It may have its issues, but I like this job. I’m finally doing what I like instead of sorting through papers, organizing schedules or making purchases.”

“Are you tired?”

“Not too much. Why?”

“Then… Would you make me a negroni? I want to see if I can taste the difference between yours and mine.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

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Chapter 662: Intermission - A bit of snooping.

It didn’t feel good to snoop, but Grace told herself she was just trying to fall asleep again and they just so happened to be talking within earshot. She woke up when Diana arrived, having heard the door and the voices. She wasn’t drunk enough to pass out on the couch. She went to sleep fairly sober.

Grace heard most of their conversation and found it really cute. Though admittedly, it was a bit of a surprise to hear that Diana had her own issues at work. It shouldn’t have been, but she always projected such an air of competence that it was hard to imagine her unable to deal with, well, anything.

Of course she let herself be vulnerable with Oliver. Who else if not him? And their boyfriend was on point with his encouragement, too. Grace couldn’t help but remember when she first started talking to him and how he used to ask stuff like ‘how do you even give a girl a compliment.’ He had come so far in so little time.

When Oliver asked Diana to make him a drink, Grace almost got up from the couch. She wanted to join them, but more than that… she wanted to listen to them talk more. She decided to stay where she was, facing away from them and towards the backrest of the couch under the blankets.

For a long moment, though, they didn’t say anything else. Grace could hear the bottles, the glasses and the ice. Not loud enough to be a bother, even if she had been sleeping. She just got lucky she woke up to hear this. Far better than waking up late at night to hear her parents fighting.

…

Okay, that went dark. Forget that part.

“Can you taste the difference?” Diana eventually asked.

“I think so, but I’m not sure if part of that is just in my head,” Oliver said. “It does taste stronger, though, for sure.”

“Like I’ve said, it can get a bit snobby. Most people would happily drink the one you made, but the ones who have developed a taste for higher quality stuff can’t go back. You can probably tell the difference between a sugary soda and one using other sweeteners, right?”

“Oh yeah, I can.”

“It’s like that.” Diana chuckled. “But don’t worry too much. Take your time and keep practicing. I know you’ll get it. And even if you don’t, that’s fine too. Don’t push yourself.”

“Really? It’s fine if I don’t get better?”

“Bartending is my passion, not yours. Yours is music, right? I’m… very happy to work with you, and I’m overjoyed that you’re trying so hard to learn more about what I do, but the last thing I want is for it to ever become a burden for you.”

“I admit it’s overwhelming, but… learning things is fun. I’ll keep practicing. And I like working with you, too.”

There was another short silence. Grace could easily imagine Oliver and Diana just staring into each other’s eyes, and it made her heart beat faster. She had to purse her lips hard to stop herself from giggling from giddiness.

“Hey, come here.”

Oh?

Oh!

It was faint, but the silence in the house made it possible for Grace to hear the sounds of them kissing. More intense breathing, wet lips meeting and parting, the slight ruffing of clothes that was likely the result of them hugging.

Shit. Oliver had made Grace come once just a few hours ago as they fooled around, and whether it was because of it or despite it, the sounds and the mental images were making her grow wet between her legs.

“...We’re going to wake Grace up,” Oliver said.

Oh no, don’t stop! This feels good!

“Dear, she’s either a really heavy sleeper or is already awake and just pretending,” Diana said. More kissing, heavier breathing, and Diana even let out a soft, insanely erotic moan.

He started groping her chest, didn’t he? Fuck, he had magic fingers. Literally, yeah, but also figuratively. Just a bit of touching on his part was enough to make a girl feel like an orgasm was getting closer.

Diana chuckled. “You’re eager. Did you not do anything with the others today?”

“Not much. It didn’t feel right to do it while you were away. It’s your house.”

“Mmm, I suppose I understand. And… appreciate it. But it’s fine. You can do whatever you want. So long as you clean up, of course. Ahn…!”

What is he doing!? What is he doing!? Ugh, Grace wanted to turn around and watch, to keep her eyes wide open and openly finger herself instead of barely brushing her fingers over her pajama shorts.

Her heart was racing faster. This was the biggest reason she encouraged Oliver to pursue other women. This strange and exhilarating sensation. Yes, getting to have this group of great friends as they all shared him was the best, but seeing him fuck other women felt like such a rare, forbiden and exciting kind of pleasure.

Oliver took a deep, quiet breath. Then… “Grace,” he spoke, almost making her flinch. “If you’re awake and this bothers you, give us a signal.”

Grace became a stone statue. She didn’t move, she didn’t breathe. She would give them NOTHING that could be interpreted as a signal.

The sounds resumed. More kissing, more barely audible moaning. Then something else. The first smack of flesh on flesh made Grace’s heart skip a beat and almost made her climax.

“We’ll apologize in the morning…” Diana said, breathily. 

No, no. Grace would thank them in the morning because holy shit this was hot! She loved Oliver, she loved sex with Oliver, she loved orgies with Oliver, but THIS was something she rarely ever got to enjoy. Especially so after leaving school.

Grace couldn’t resist anymore. With the smallest and slowest of movements, she snuck her hand inside her shorts and a finger inside her pussy. The smacking sounds continued, Diana’s breathing became faster.

Where were they doing it? Grace pictured Diana bent over the bar counter and Oliver right behind her, holding her hips and driving that delicious, long, thick cock inside that insanely tight pussy.

Oh, fuck, Grace came already. Her finger happened to find a good spot just as those thoughts hit her, and she shivered in place, curled into a ball. Hopefully Oliver and Diana were too busy fucking to notice.

God, she wanted more of this. Why didn’t they do more of this? They were all pretty much into it! Even Oliver enjoyed the feeling of fucking while they watched.

…

They needed to record videos. That would be hot, too. God, having sex with Oliver while a video of Sarah and Alice deepthroating his cock played on the TV…

Another orgasm, smaller this time but long and sweet. Those two hadn’t finished yet, and Grace had totally lost track of time. Heh, they were getting a little louder, too. Guess they couldn’t help it.

…

It was a selfish wish, one born mostly of the arousal Grace felt at that moment, but… She definitely wanted to see Fernanda enjoying his cock, too.

Mmmm… One day.