NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 283 283: Can I Get a Kiss Too?

Previously on NTR: Mommy Will Help You!...
Oliver arrived at the school auditorium celebration arm-in-arm with Brenda, drawing murmurs from the crowd as he joined Ron and Sarah at a table. He brushed off questions about his absence, attributing it to family matters and inheriting his grandfather's business, which explained his arrival in a luxurious Koenigsegg Gemera. Amid light flirting and complaints about the event's dullness, Ron warned that his mother was furious over Oliver's prolonged disappearance, even partying as if single, while Brenda added that her own mother was equally upset about unfulfilled promises. As the principal's speech and student performances began, their former teacher, Emma Dawson, approached the table with a warm greeting, prompting Oliver to recall their past intimate encounters.

It's often said that absence sharpens affection, and for Brenda, after months apart from Oliver, a deep longing began to stir within her.

A voice from the depths of her being urged her to recognize these emotions more clearly, yet her logical side pushed them aside, dismissing them as foolish fantasies.

Meanwhile, Oliver relished the warmth of Brenda's yielding form molded against him, savoring each moment of the closeness.

"Hey, what's on your mind? Why do you have that silly grin all over your face?" Oliver playfully chided Brenda, whose face flushed pink at his words.

"I don't know... I just can't stop myself..." Brenda whispered shyly, dodging his gaze, mortified by her own response to his touch.

Her bashful demeanor drew a quiet laugh from Oliver as he cupped her chin softly, lifting her head so her blue eyes locked with his deep brown ones.

Without a blink, they peered into each other's eyes, as though searching for the honest emotions and motives hidden beneath.

Finally, Oliver bent forward and captured Brenda's lips with his own.

A wave of delight rushed through both of them at the contact, causing their pulses to race while they lost themselves in the tender exchange.

Following several deep, fervent kisses, Oliver drew back and planted a light kiss on Brenda's cheek, prompting a sweet laugh from her.

Releasing her, he stepped away a bit. "So, what's keeping us? Let's head inside together!"

Brenda agreed eagerly, her mind completely blanking out on Sarah and Ron, who had been right there with her.

But just as they started to proceed, Sarah clutched Oliver's sleeve, halting him in place.

Nerves and reluctance flickered across her face, as if she wished to escape this moment entirely.

Her face turned scarlet, and she could hardly bring herself to meet his eyes, overwhelmed by shyness.

Still, summoning her resolve, she spoke in a hushed voice, "Can I get a kiss too?"

Those words left Oliver stunned, prompting him to shoot a quick look at Ron, who appeared utterly unfazed by the unfolding events.

He must have anticipated this twist, given the dynamics of their bond.

"You want one too, Sarah?" Oliver chuckled lightly before nodding in approval. "But not out here, naturally. I wouldn't want Ron facing ridicule from the crowd."

Sarah glanced about, noticing the onlookers fixed on them. Oliver's flashy arrival in the car had drawn plenty of attention, after all.

Then, in a timid murmur, she suggested, "How about in the car?"

"Alright, sure. Let's do it." Oliver answered, striding back to the supercar with Sarah trailing close.

Ron and Brenda tagged along too, eager to experience the inside of the stunning vehicle.

Sliding into the driver's spot, Oliver guided the car to a parking area, shut off the motor, and paused, letting Sarah take the initiative.

Deep breaths came in quick succession, her bosom heaving unevenly as she fought to steady her nerves.

At length, she mustered the bravery to turn toward Oliver in the seat next to hers.

Their gazes held steady, and needing no more prompting, Sarah inched closer.

Her plush lips met his, eyelids drifting shut while a gentle exhale slipped from her as they connected.

Oliver's breathing faltered at the union; he rested a hand on Sarah's ample chest over her dress, kneading the yielding curves and drawing a soft moan from her.

In the meantime, Ron watched the display with rapt focus, unable to look elsewhere, captivated by its sheer allure.

The intensity of his stare scorched her skin, igniting her further beyond the heat from Oliver's kiss.

With their mouths still entwined, Oliver trailed his free hand along Sarah's leg.

The silken texture beneath his touch, reminiscent of fine satin, tempted him to linger indefinitely.

Regrettably, their situation made that impossible, he knew.

When they parted, Oliver remarked to Sarah, "There you have it. I hope that quenched your craving, even if it probably just left you wanting more."

"Yes... You're right... Sorry..." Sarah's blush deepened as she looked away from him, appearing utterly charming to Oliver.

Grinning slyly, he faced Ron and ribbed him, "You seem pretty thrilled by all this. Is your fetish twisting even further now?"

Ron jumped at the comment, frozen like prey in a spotlight.

"Well... um..." he fumbled, unsure how to reply to the probing remark.

Brenda let out a light laugh. "Sarah's only been exclusive with Ron since your last visit. Naturally, Ron missed out on witnessing his girlfriend taken by another man. No wonder he's buzzing from seeing her aroused by a simple kiss."

"I suppose you're right," Oliver conceded with a casual lift of his shoulders. "Anyhow, time to head to the auditorium? No sense lingering here chatting."

All nodded in unison and stepped out of the vehicle, making their way to the structure where the others awaited.

"So, Oliver," Brenda began as they strolled along, "what went on with you these past months? Why ignore all our texts and calls?"

From the side of his vision, Oliver eyed her, snaked his arm around her midsection, and said, "Plenty unfolded back then, and even more looms ahead that'll demand even longer explanations. For now, understand that I've transformed into a completely different person."