NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 277. Can I Get a Kiss Too?

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 this sooner, yet her logical side dismissed it as foolish and impractical, refusing to explore further.

Meanwhile, Oliver relished the sensation of Brenda's tender, yielding form molded against him, savoring each moment completely.

"Hey, what's on your mind? Why do you have that goofy grin spreading across 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 soft laugh from Oliver as he cupped her chin softly and lifted her head, bringing her vivid blue eyes level with his deep brown ones.

Locked in a gaze, they peered into each other's souls without a single blink, as though probing 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 over them the instant their mouths met, sending their pulses racing while they lost themselves in the tender exchange.

Following several deep, fervent kisses, Oliver drew back and planted a light, affectionate kiss on Brenda's cheek, drawing out a charming little laugh from her.

Releasing her then, he stepped back a few paces. "So, what's keeping us? Let's head inside together!"

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

But just as they started to proceed, Sarah clutched Oliver's sleeve firmly, halting his progress.

Anxiety and reluctance etched across her features, as if she wished to escape this moment entirely.

Her face grew scarlet, and she appeared unable to meet his eyes straight on, overwhelmed by shyness.

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

Those words left Oliver stunned in place, prompting him to shoot a quick look at Ron, whose expression showed no trace of shock at the unfolding events.

He had likely anticipated a development like this, given the dynamics of their bond.

"You want one too, Sarah?" Oliver inquired with a gentle chuckle, then offered a brief affirmative gesture to her plea. "But not out here, naturally. I wouldn't want Ron facing ridicule from the crowd."

Sarah scanned the surroundings, noting the numerous onlookers fixed on them. Oliver's arrival in the flashy vehicle had stirred up significant attention, after all.

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

"Alright, that works. Let's move." Oliver responded, striding toward the sleek supercar with Sarah trailing close.

Ron and Brenda trailed along as well, eager to experience the luxurious interior of the impressive machine.

Settling into the driver's position, Oliver guided the vehicle to a parking spot, shut down the motor, and paused, anticipating Sarah's initiative.

She drew in multiple steadying breaths, her bosom heaving unevenly, fighting to steady her nerves.

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

Their eyes locked once more, and without needing more prompting, Sarah inched closer.

Her plush lips met his, lids drifting shut as a faint exhale slipped from her at the contact.

Oliver's breathing faltered as their lips joined; he slid a palm over Sarah's ample chest via her dress material, kneading the yielding curves and drawing a soft groan from her.

In the meantime, Ron watched the display before him with rapt focus. He found it impossible to look elsewhere, captivated by the exquisite sight.

The intensity of his stare seared into Sarah's flesh, igniting her further beyond the warmth already kindled by her kiss with Oliver.

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

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

Regrettably, their situation prevented any such indulgence.

When they parted, Oliver remarked to Sarah, "There, that should quench your craving, although I suspect it's only fueled your eagerness more."

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

Flashing a sly grin, Oliver pivoted to Ron and ribbed him, "You seem rather thrilled by all this yourself. Is your particular interest growing even more peculiar?"

Ron jumped slightly at the comment, resembling a startled animal in the spotlight.

"Well... um..." he fumbled, uncertain how to address the probing remark.

Brenda let out a light titter in response. "Sarah's been exclusive with Ron since your last visit with us. Naturally, Ron hasn't had the chance to witness his girlfriend taken by another man. No wonder he's stirred up watching her get aroused from a mere kiss with someone else."

"I suppose that makes sense," Oliver conceded with a casual lift of his shoulders. "In any case, should we head to the auditorium now? Lingering here chatting serves no purpose."

The group concurred without delay 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 over these past months? Why did you ignore all our texts and calls?"

Oliver shot her a sidelong look, encircled her waist with his right arm, and answered, "Plenty of events unfolded back then, and even more await ahead, demanding far more time to recount. For now, understand that I've transformed into a completely different person."