INNOCENT DEVIL'S HAREM CH. 17 free porn video

Original: December 8, 2020 (Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf)

Submitted to Sexstories: September 2, 2022

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- CHAPTER 17: Encounter -

After Serenity’s agreement to ‘share me’ with my girlfriend -- technically fiancé, since we’d sort of just jumped straight into the deep end -- the three of us all fell into a short awkward silence, before I cleared my throat and excused myself to take a shower, so we could head to the bank.

Normally, under different circumstances, I might have used the opportunity to jerk one out while I had the chance, to ensure I was level-headed while out in public, but right now I was far from horny.

Instead, I was nervous as fuck.

Scared too, if I was being honest.

Because what if my best friend changed her mind?

I mean, all this just seemed too good to be true, and I felt like at any moment Serenity might slam on the figurative brakes and suggest she couldn’t go through with it. But then again, I was almost glad we weren’t crossing the line physically first, like we almost did earlier that morning, because it would really hurt to go too far, only for her to then change her mind after we’d fucked.

Or after we’d at least done oral, or something.

So I knew it was better to let her sit on the idea for a while, maybe sleep on it too, before we let it go beyond where we currently were.

However, I also had another problem.

Being this nervous made it difficult to look normal, prompting me to realize I needed to change my mindset and focus on something else. Thankfully, I was able to do it, but it was only through letting the lingering depression to set in, that I managed.

A somberness that came with the fear of being let down.

When I finally got out of the shower, seeing that Gabriella had changed into one of Serenity’s black t-shirts, which almost didn’t fit her because of how busty my fiancé was, both of them knew something was up. However, when they asked, I just shook my head.

“We ready?” I wondered simply.

They both hesitated before nodding, following me down the stairs as I went to go collect my wallet, phone, and keys, before heading out the door. Similarly, my housemate grabbed her black leather purse and followed after us. Outside, when I opened the driver’s door of my silver car to climb in, I was a little surprised when Gabriella offered for Serenity to sit up front with me, only for her to decline and say that she could sit up front instead.

Gabriella hesitated then, before looking at me. “Kai, which would be easier on you?”

That gave Serenity pause, speaking up before I could answer. “Wait, are you worried about him transforming, or something?”

Gabriella nodded. “Yeah, that’s part of it. I just want everything to go smoothly, and I’m pretty sure it’s a little stressful for him to keep it together when he’s around me. Plus, I really don’t mind taking the backseat, although I admit I’m not sure if it would help.”

I finally spoke up. “If you really don’t mind Gabriella, it would probably be a little easier if she sat next to me.”

Really, I just kind of wanted my best friend to be at my side, afraid that showing signs that I had preference for Gabriella would mess things up.

My fiancé focused on me, nodding confidently. “It really is fine, Kai,” she said, moving to the rear door to climb into the back.

My housemate met my gaze for a second, before giving me a tiny sympathetic smile and following suit, popping open the passenger’s side door to climb in.

Once we were all buckled, and I began backing the car up, Serenity glanced back at Gabriella to give her a similar smile, glancing down briefly before turning her head partway.

She then froze solid, looking back and down a second time.

“What is that?” Serenity asked seriously, her deep brown eyes wide.

I was just in the middle of stopping to shift into drive, glancing back myself, realizing that Gabriella had her hands on her knees, a brand-new engagement ring in plain sight on her finger.

Serenity quickly looked back at me before Gabriella could formulate a response.

“Wait, Kai, you already asked her to marry you? You’re engaged?”

“Sorry,” Gabriella blurted out. “I know it’s fast, but I’ve never been so sure about someone before.”

Serenity stared at her in disbelief. “Okay, I get it, but you guys just started dating!”

I took a deep breath, pushing on the gas to begin heading down the driveway. “We can make another trip to the jewelry store,” I said quietly. “I’ll get you anything you want, Ren.”

She gawked at me, putting her hand on my arm. “Wait, stop.”

I looked at her in confusion, slowing down about a dozen feet from the road. “What?” I asked seriously.

She took a deep breath, taking her hand back as she glanced forward at the gravel driveway. “Kai…” She sighed, focusing on me, her tone somber. “First of all, you don’t need to rush all this. It’s okay to take things slower. And second, you can’t marry two people Kai.”

“I disagree,” Gabriella chimed in, causing us both to look back at her, prompting her to elaborate. “I mean, obviously he can’t marry two people legally, but what really is marriage? Think about how they did it thousands of years ago. Nowadays you just have to go to the courthouse and sign a piece of paper, but back then they didn’t have that.” She paused, only to repeat her first question. “So then, what really is marriage?”

I turned forward to think about it, deciding to press on the gas again, while my housemate kept her gaze on me as she considered it.

After a minute, once we were on the road, my best friend finally spoke up. “I guess…” She sighed. “I guess you have a point. Marriage boils down to a lifelong commitment.” She glanced back at Gabriella. “And really the reason why the government doesn’t allow someone to marry multiple people is for tax reasons, since people could abuse the tax laws that way.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that was a part of it,” Gabriella admitted. “But that’s exactly what I’m saying. Honestly, I already feel like I’m married to Kai.” She scoffed. “I mean, what’s signing a piece of paper going to do? We could have easily done that yesterday too. And it’s not going to change how I feel, whether we do or don’t. Not to mention, someone could just as easily sign when they didn’t really have their heart in it.”

Serenity took a deep breath, finally sitting forward in her seat. “Well, I don’t think I could wear a ring,” she admitted. “I’d get too many questions at work about who the guy was.”

I spoke up again. “I could get you something more simple if you want,” I offered, sincerely desperate to take that step with her -- to make it feel like this was really going to happen, instead of being afraid she’d change her mind. “And you could wear it on your right hand,” I added.

“Or just your middle finger on your left hand,” Gabriella said in agreement. “Whatever works best for you.”

Serenity sighed heavily. “This is all just so fast. I honestly can’t even believe I’m seriously considering it.”

“Considering it?” I repeated, my depression obvious in my voice.

Serenity focused on me in surprise, before seeming somber herself. “Kai, it’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just a really big deal. Like, I might lose my job if people found out, even if we technically aren’t doing anything illegal. And even if I didn’t lose my job, I’d lose all respect from my coworkers. No doubt the guys at work would probably start treating me like a slut.” She scowled then, clearly frustrated at the idea. “No doubt I’d get under-the-breath comments wondering why I won’t sleep with them if I’m so slutty that I’d sleep with the guy I’ve been living with, and been taking care of, all this time.”

“Isn’t that harassment though?” I asked seriously.

She nodded with a frown. “Of course it is. But that won’t stop them from doing it and denying it later.” She scoffed. “They would never let themselves be overheard. And while I’d like to think that most of the guys I work with are decent, I’ve seen signs that it might turn out like that if they found out. They’d at least call me a slut for sure.”

“You’re not a slut,” Gabriella said firmly. “And no one has to know,” she added. “Besides, it’s not like you’re going to stop being good friends just because you become more romantically involved. Like, he’s still the same person you’ve lived with all this time. That will always be your relationship, whether you’re married or not. And whether it’s recognized by the government or not. You’re still best friends, and in many ways, I feel like that is more important than every other relationship either of you have.”

Serenity shook her head in disbelief, focusing straight ahead. “Gabriella, I really don’t understand why you’re okay with this. I mean, how are we even supposed to live our lives from now on? Like, are you wanting to move in? And how do we do sleeping arrangements?”

When Gabriella didn’t respond right away, my housemate glanced back at her.

My fiancé shrugged. “It’s a lot to consider,” she agreed. “And honestly, I wouldn’t mind moving in. I’ll even pay rent if you want. But I’d rather us all be in this together, and figure it out together, instead of making sure it’s ‘easy enough’ before making it official.”

Serenity faced forward again, mumbling, “I wouldn’t make you pay rent,” under her breath. She was then quiet for a few minutes, glancing at me. “I guess let’s stop someplace so I can go in and get my ring sized, and then go someplace else so you can pick out a ring.”

“Really?” I said hopefully.

She nodded, seeming more confident now, her tone gentle. “Yeah, really. I think my hesitation just comes from making this transition to you going from being a person I can’t date, to now being someone I can date. But Gabriella is right. We are first and foremost best friends, romance or not, and there’s nothing actually wrong with us being together as adults.”

“But what if you don’t like what I get?” I wondered, referring to the fact that she implied I would pick something out without her being there. “Are you sure you don’t want to at least take pictures or something to give me an idea?”

She shook her head. “I already feel uneasy about the possibility of being seen by someone I know, even if it’s unlikely. I’d rather just do it quick.” She then abruptly focused on me, her expression apologetic. “And I’ll love anything you get me, Kai. Just nothing too flashy. Like, maybe even just go for a simple wedding band.”

I pursed my lips as I considered that. “Maybe I could get you something a little nicer, and you could just say you got a family ring cleaned or something.”

Serenity was pensive. “Yeah, actually that could work. I could say it was my mom’s old ring, and if I’m wearing it on my middle finger, or even my right hand, then I don’t think anyone would assume it was an engagement ring.” She focused on me again. “I would still prefer it not be too flashy though. Really, I don’t mind. Simple is better.”

“What about a wedding band that has small diamonds all around it?” I wondered, recalling seeing a few such rings at the store when we got Gabriella’s ring.

Serenity thought about it for a second. “Yeah, that could work. I’ve seen girls wear rings like that on their middle, index fingers, and even thumbs before. And if someone realizes it’s a wedding band, then I still have the family heirloom excuse.”

“Sounds good,” I replied, feeling sincerely relieved now.

“Is this stressing you out?” Serenity asked quietly, sounding a little sad.

I sighed, glancing at her, deciding to be honest. “You potentially changing your mind is stressful. Really stressful.”

My best friend gave me a sympathetic look, turning her head toward the road for a few seconds, before focusing on me again. “I really think we should take this slow, Kai. It’s a big change.” She took a deep breath. “But I won’t change my mind. I think we’re past that point now. I mean, even if I did change my mind, nothing is going to be the same again. We still kissed.” She sighed. “So I don’t feel like I even can change my mind at this point.”

“Promise?” I whispered.

“Promise,” she said more firmly. “I love you, Kai. More than anything.” She sighed. “And I guess if I’m being honest, this is what I’ve been wanting too. I think it’s why I decided not to date. Sure, I told myself that I just wanted to focus on making sure your life was stable -- to make sure you had all my attention…” She sighed. “But I think deep down I felt like you were enough for me, even if we always remained just normal friends. I was fine with never being with anyone.”

“Me too,” I whispered, only to clear my throat. “Well, that was the plan until I met Gabriella, and even then, I wasn’t planning on starting anything with her.” I sighed. “But she found out my secret, and was okay with it.” I glanced back at her. “Not that I’d want someone else,” I added, speaking to my fiancé now. “Obviously, you know you’re amazing.”

Gabriella nodded, giving me a small smile.

I sighed, glancing at Serenity again. “So, just wondering -- and I know this is kind of random -- but does that mean you weren’t attracted to me?”

She frowned. “Kai, being attracted to you would have been a big deal, even if our parents were still with us. You are still a lot younger than me, and are only now an adult. So no, I wasn’t thinking about you like that. Although…” Her voice trailed off, as she looked up at me with a grimace. “I did buy those pajamas with you in mind, when I got your other birthday presents…even if I felt really horrible afterward…”

“Which pajamas?” Gabriella wondered.

Serenity turned to look at her. “The ones I was letting you wear.”

“Oh,” she said in surprise, only to look apologetic. “I’m sorry. I would have picked something different if I’d known.”

Serenity shook her head. “I wasn’t planning on wearing them. And by the sound of it, if I had worn them, then he would have avoided me.”

“Yeah, probably,” I admitted.

“Why Kai?” she abruptly asked. “Seriously, why keep this from me? Why did you think I would reject you?”

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Honestly? Because you always called me your little angel…and I look like a devil.”

“Oh Kai,” she whispered, tears abruptly appearing in her chocolate brown eyes. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean…” Her voice choked up. “Kai, you are my little angel, no matter how you look.”

“I fully agree,” Gabriella chimed in. “We talked about this, Kai. It’s not what you look like, it’s what’s in your heart.”

I took another deep breath and let it out slowly, reaching over to rest my hand on Serenity’s forearm. She immediately rested her thin fingers on top of mine.

“I know,” I whispered, glancing at Gabriella in the rearview mirror, still speaking to Serenity. “I’m just saying that I was sincerely worried you would reject me if you ever found out.” I focused on my best friend. “And I couldn’t lose you. I can’t lose you.”

Serenity nodded, squeezing some tears out of her eyes before sniffling. “I’d never reject you. I love you, no matter how you look, or even if you really are a devil of some kind. I still love you no matter what.”

I sighed with a nod. “Thanks,” I whispered sincerely.

She let go of my hand then, pulling her arm away as she reached up to wipe her eyes. Likewise, I put my hand back on the steering wheel, not wanting to overdo it on the physical touch right now, though I wasn’t at all in danger of turning gray. It was more like, I didn’t want Serenity to become uncomfortable with me being too touchy.

Essentially, I was taking her advice to take things slow.

We were all quiet for a few minutes before Gabriella broke the silence.

“So what are we doing at the bank?” she wondered. “I didn’t want to be rude, but was kind of curious.”

Serenity took a deep breath, answering on my behalf. “Umm, his parents left him something, and he wasn’t allowed to withdraw it until he turned eighteen. I’d forgotten all about it, but then randomly remembered this morning.”

“Oh.” Gabriella paused. “Any idea what it is?”

“Nope,” Serenity replied. “Not a clue. Probably not money, but really could be almost anything else.”

I frowned at that. “Part of me hopes it’s related to my biological parents, just because it would be nice to have an idea of where I came from.” I leaned back more into my seat. “But part of me also hopes it’s not.”

“Why is that?” Serenity asked seriously.

I grimaced, glancing at her from the corner of my eye. “Because I really care about you. I don’t want to become too interested in whoever gave me up. Honestly, even if I had an entire family out there, I don’t think I’d want anything to do with them. They didn’t raise me. They didn’t love me.” I sighed. “And they weren’t there for me. Not when I was younger, when it really counted, and I definitely didn’t want to end up seeking them out after our parents passed away, only to get separated from you.”

Serenity frowned, only nodding in understanding instead of responding. Because she probably knew that was exactly what would have happened.

If the courts had identified my biological parents, and I ended up living with them instead, then I would have undoubtedly been separated from Serenity, and probably never reconnected with her.

We would have spent the last five years apart, possibly eventually forgetting about each other as we moved on with our new lives, instead of growing closer together.

Thus, she didn’t respond.

We were all quiet as I navigated through the city, drawing closer to the specific branch where the safety deposit box was waiting for me.

Gabriella spoke up again as I was pulling on the appropriate street. “You know, I just want to say, that this is really nice.”

Serenity looked back at her, while I glanced at her in the rearview mirror, prompting her to elaborate.

“I mean, I don’t want to speak too soon, since I know this has all happened really fast. But I’m really happy to be in this relationship with you both.”

“Oh,” Serenity said in surprise, seeming a little hesitant. “I hadn’t really thought of it like that,” she admitted quietly.

Gabriella continued. “Well, I just feel like we’re all together now, a team of three, ready to tackle whatever life throws at us.” She laughed then, though there wasn’t much humor in it, her expression dropping. “Honestly, Serenity before I met you, I was getting kind of lonely. Not to the point that I was planning to try looking for someone to date, but I just don’t feel like I fit in with most people.” She sighed. “Part of the problem is that a lot of the people who want to be friends with me are either shallow, or they eventually get jealous of my appearance, especially if their boyfriends start showing interest, or something. Always something.” She smiled then, refocusing on Serenity. “So thanks. For being the perfect friend, and for agreeing to be a part of this.”

Serenity nodded slowly, not seeming to know how to respond. She then frowned, her voice quiet. “You know, I haven’t really thought much about how this ‘sharing’ thing is going to work. We should probably discuss that later,” she commented, glancing forward to see that I was pulling into the bank parking lot. “Once we’re done here,” she added.

The bank was a little busy, given that it was a Saturday, though most of the vehicles were waiting in the drive-thru, with only a few actually parked.

“Sure,” Gabriella agreed, garnering Serenity’s attention again. “And I’m fine with taking the time to work things out. We probably won’t completely agree on how we’d like things to be, so I think it’s important to keep an open mind on ideas and compromise where we’re willing.”

Unexpectedly, I recalled that Gabriella actually had a bit of a crush on my housemate, suddenly wondering if that was what she was referring to. It wasn’t necessarily that I’d forgotten, but I’d been so focused on Serenity possibly changing her mind that I hadn’t even thought about it. However, the idea was affecting me now.

“Shit,” I hissed, gray already peeking out of my shirt collar.

“Kai?” Serenity said in alarm. “What’s wrong?”

“Different subject please,” I managed through my teeth, trying to keep my mind focused on parking.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Gabriella exclaimed sincerely. “Umm, umm, fuzzy pickles?”

I put the car in park, turning around to look at her in confusion. “What?”

She shrugged. “Fuzzy pickles. It’s random. Did it help?”

I sighed heavily, sitting forward again, trying to focus on the task at hand. “Umm, yeah, I guess it did.”

“Cool,” Gabriella said cheerfully. “Then let’s go in and find out what’s in the box! Err, or the vault, or whatever its in.”

“It’s a deposit box,” Serenity clarified, only to focus on me hesitantly. “But Kai…if you don’t want to say right now, that’s fine. But I really don’t understand what just happened. What did she say? Or was it something I said?”

I shook my head. “Later,” I replied simply, deciding to pop my door open and climb out. “Sorry,” I added over the top, after she climbed out and stood up too, shouldering her black leather purse.

She gave me a reassuring smile. “It’s fine, Kai. I’m just glad I know now.” She sighed. “And I’ll do most of the talking once we’re inside. You might just need to sign for it.”

I nodded in agreement. “Thanks,” I said sincerely, giving Gabriella a small smile as well when she got out.

As we started walking, Serenity took the lead, allowing me to walk side-by-side with my girlfriend, technically fiancé, prompting her to speak to me quietly.

“Hey, just FYI, I think my senses are getting a little stronger. I can hear things I’ve never noticed before, and you also smell amazing. Way more amazing than any cologne I’ve ever smelt.”

I nodded. “Probably not the best subject right now,” I whispered.

“Of course. Sorry. Just figured you should know.”

I gave her a small smile and a nod, focusing on Serenity as she held the door open for us. I then held the next door open for the two of them, waiting until they were both through to follow.

Gabriella stopped just on the inside, while Serenity went right on in to get in line. However, it wasn’t until I focused on the other people in the room that I realized we suddenly had a problem, my nose tipping me off before my eyes actually focused on the issue.

There was only one teller helping those in the building, with another woman at the window taking care of those in the drive-thru, though the line was still short.

Only three people in total.

The problem was, I recognized one of them.

A very attractive blonde middle-aged woman was standing in line, waiting on a frustrated older man to finish being helped, and just behind her was an even more beautiful blonde girl who I knew by scent alone, having sat beside her every day at lunch for the last two years, never mind the few classes we had together where she often sat in the same row as me, often right behind me.

Avery was extremely thin, with a lean athletic build, minus her surprisingly busty chest, which was about a size bigger than Serenity’s C-cup breasts, likely a D-cup. Her fitted gray t-shirt left little to the imagination, her slim shoulder blades clearly visible between her bra straps, never mind the tight skinny jeans that hugged her ass and thighs like a glove.

It was obvious she got her figure from her mother, who was similarly very thin, despite her above average size up top, being just a tad bit bustier than her daughter.

And just like I noticed her, she also noticed me right away, her eyes drawn to the entrance due to the door’s chime.

“Oh, hey Kai!” Avery called out cheerfully, her bright blue eyes suddenly excited as she waved at me.

I’d always tried to avoid examining her too closely, keeping my eyes off her body as much as possible, for fear that I might transform if I liked what I saw. However, having sex with Gabriella must have made me less cautious. Either that, or it was our conversation about whether or not the girl that sat with me at lunch was attractive, because I forgot to be careful.

I found myself scanning over her busty chest, ridiculously thin waist, and slim juicy thighs before I realized what I was doing, quickly focusing on her bright blue eyes, which unfortunately weren’t oblivious to my gaze, given that her eyes seemed a little wide in surprise.

After all, I’d never paid her much attention before, aside from when I had to.

Giving a half-hearted wave, I replied. “Hey Avery,” I said simply, trying to keep my tone normal. However, when Gabriella peeked over my shoulder, I suddenly realized why seeing her gave me pause.

Because my fiancé couldn’t afford to get jealous right now -- not without potentially exposing that she wasn’t normal anymore.

Not wanting to seem awkward, but knowing there was no avoiding it, I swiftly turned around to speak in a low voice to Gabriella. “You might want to wait in the car,” I whispered. “We can’t risk you getting upset.”

She straightened slightly in response, quickly putting two-and-two together. “Wait, that’s her?” she whispered in surprise. “I thought you said you weren’t sure if she’s pretty?” she continued in disbelief, her tone becoming a little sarcastic. “Kind of hard to not be sure about that.”

“Because I can’t focus on that kind of stuff in public,” I reminded her. “Definitely not at school. And she doesn’t have even a hundredth of your scent,” I added. “No one does.”

Gabriella nodded slowly. “Well, I’ll be fine. You have to put up with guys gawking at me, the least I can do is put up with some hot chick who has a thing for you.”

I hesitated briefly, before inclining my chin, knowing we’d talked for too long. Serenity had stopped about halfway and was waiting uncertainly, as if she wasn’t sure if she should officially get in line or not. She was just turning more toward us when I turned around and continued walking casually, giving her a reassuring smile.

Serenity hesitated until I reached her, before turning to get in line.

Unsurprisingly, not only did Avery look confused, but her mom was eyeing us too, considering my delayed hello quickly turned into hushed whispers. Wanting to try to dispel the awkwardness, I spoke up again, intending on coming up with an excuse, followed by introductions.

“Sorry about that,” I said directly to Avery. “Seeing you reminded me of some homework I forgot I had to do. I was just mentioning it to my girlfriend, since it will probably mess with our plans for tomorrow night.”

Avery’s expression instantly dropped at the word ‘girlfriend,’ failing miserably to hide the devastation it caused her.

It was bad enough that it made me sincerely feel horrible, prompting me to quickly try to move the conversation along, gesturing to my housemate. “This is Serenity…” I began, only to hesitate.

Shit, Avery really wasn’t handling this well. It was like I’d shattered her world.

Why in the hell was she even so attached to me? Seriously?

She was looking like she just found out her entire family died or something crazy like that. Like, her expression was almost worse than Serenity’s last night, when she found out that Gabriella and I had slept together.

I cleared my throat, hoping to do anything to appease her some, focusing on Serenity. “This is Avery, my friend from school. The one I normally eat lunch with.”

Thankfully, Serenity immediately picked up on the undertones of the situation, even though I’d only mentioned her a couple of times at most. “Oh! Of course! Avery, it’s finally nice to put a face with a name. And wow, you’re so pretty.” She paused. “And who is this with you? Your older sister?”

Avery’s mom laughed at that, introducing herself as Michelle -- Avery's mom -- the person I knew she was.

Although, when Serenity apologized, the woman commented that people made that mistake all the time. It took me a second to realize that the reason why I was so confident that the youthful blonde woman was Avery’s mom was because I knew my classmate didn’t have any siblings, and I also knew that her mom was in her mid-forties.

I supposed it was hard not to learn a few things about her, just from being around when she socialized with others.

It was obvious Avery’s mom was trying to help dispel the awkwardness too, because she immediately became super chatty with Serenity, more than happy to do all the talking for our little group of five.

“So you’re a police officer, aren’t you?” Michelle asked, revealing that Avery must treasure every little piece of information she could get from me, since I’d only mentioned that one time -- two years ago. And it also indicated that she likely talked about me at home more frequently than I would have initially thought.

“Detective,” Serenity corrected her, beginning to share a little about her job.

I stopped listening pretty quickly though, because a well-dressed guy came in then, the scent of his hormones rising as he approached to get in line. Knowing Gabriella was kind of hidden behind me, and very visible to this man, I stepped to the side and wrapped my arms around her shoulders, pulling her into a brief hug, before slipping behind her. She was obviously really confused that I was showing any kind of affection in public, especially under these circumstances, considering the gesture didn’t go unnoticed by Avery who was kind of angled away now. However, one look at my expression tipped her off.

That, and her seeing the guy in the corner of her vision as he walked up.

Certainly, there was nothing I could do about the guy’s gawking, but after our bad experience in the mall, I wasn’t wanting to take the chance of this man getting too close to Gabriella, pretending like he didn’t notice he was almost touching her.

And even though I didn’t look at him at all, since I could hear and smell him, he seemed to pick up on the slight defensiveness in my posture, because I began smelling faint agitation as well. It only lasted a few seconds though.

He had a great view of Serenity, Avery, and her mom, all of them hot enough to be models.

How in the hell had I ended up surrounded by such attractive women anyway?

Just luck?

I mean, it obviously had to be luck with Serenity, but now I was wondering if my hypnotic eyes had anything to do with Avery’s attraction toward me, despite the fact she’d never seen me transformed. Because she was objectively the hottest girl in school, even if she didn’t hang out with what was considered to be the ‘popular’ crowd.

Like, she was in track instead of being something like a cheerleader, though I wasn’t sure how she ran with those huge tits -- probably a really tight sports bra. And she’d also refused any advances to date guys who might have otherwise propelled her to the pinnacle of popularity.

Popularity for high school, at least.

I was well aware that no one gave a shit about that kind of thing in the real world -- outside of a school setting. Unless someone was choosing a career as a politician, musician, or actress, no one gave a fuck about something like popularity.

And as far as I could tell, Avery knew that too, not seeming to care about how popular she was, even though she undoubtedly had a shit ton of friends. Or at least had a shit ton of people who wanted to be her friend, minus most of the cheerleaders and the girls who thought they were the hottest.

Really, they were the snobbiest and most shallow.

Thankfully, we didn’t have to wait much longer before the older guy was finally satisfied, the teller looking relieved to have him go. However, when Michelle realized it was her turn, Avery didn’t budge, seeming to finally work up the nerve to turn more fully toward Serenity and Gabriella, a pleasant smile on her face.

The guy behind me was still shamelessly looking them all over, but I did my best to ignore him, staring at the wall so that it seemed like I wasn’t engaged in the conversation.

“So,” Avery began, her tone sounding more cheerful. “I’m not sure I caught your name?”

“Gabriella,” she replied politely. “And I think Kai forgot to introduce me,” she added, briefly giving me a chastising look over her shoulder, though I suspected it was for show.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Avery continued, sounding sincere. “What high school do you go to? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

Even if I didn’t already know my classmate was a genuinely nice person, it was obvious from her tone, expression, and overall demeanor that she was being genuine. She’d always been like that, always wanting to make others feel welcome.

Honestly, I was certain there wasn’t a mean bone in her thin body.

Granted, she didn’t necessarily go out of her way usually, like she did with me, but when forced into an unpleasant situation, like if a group of cheerleaders tried teasing her, she was always nice. Although, in this particular situation, she didn’t have to talk to us. She could have just gone up to the counter with her mom…

Which made me suspect that her obvious obsession with me, and curiosity about my life, were pressing her onward.

To get any opportunity to be near me, even if that meant socializing with my girlfriend.

Shit, what would she think if she realized Gabriella was actually my fiancé?

Gabriella had hesitated briefly, before responding, actually seeming a little timid. Which surprised me, even though I knew she’d previously claimed to struggle being confident around strangers. So then, I supposed I was seeing a new side of her.

She cleared her throat after a second. “Umm, well, I’m actually not in high school. I graduated two years ago.”

Avery’s blue eyes widened in shock, her expression instantly dropping. “Oh. Then…” She seemed to be struggling to continue. “Are you in…college? Like a sophomore or junior? Or something?”

Damn, I hadn’t even considered that Gabriella was old enough to be a sophomore in college. It kind of made her feel older than two years for some reason. Maybe because I still had the perception that college girls were a lot older than me, even if I was old enough to be starting college myself.

Gabriella quickly shook her head. “No, I have a cosmetology license. I work at a nail salon.”

Avery regained her composure some, perking up a little. “Oh, which one?” she wondered, sounding interested now.

Normally, I wouldn’t have cared too much if Gabriella shared, but the guy behind me had slowly drifted more to the side, giving him a better view of all the women. And the last thing I needed was for him to learn where my fiancé worked and decide to stop by.

Call it paranoid, but I had reason to be.

Gently, I rested my fingertips in the middle of Gabriella’s shoulder blades, as if I was just going to rub her back a little, prompting her to stop midsentence as she began with, “Oh, over on--”

Avery immediately noticed, focusing up at me with wide eyes, though I kind of wondered if the expression was due to the fact that I was finally making eye contact with her again.

I gave her an apologetic look. “I’ll tell you about it at lunch on Monday. It looks like your mom is done.”

And thankfully, she was just about done, not seeming to have needed much of the teller’s time, already accepting what looked like a deposit slip receipt from the woman. Avery continued to hold my gaze for a couple of seconds too long, before slowly nodding. She didn’t even bother verifying that her mom was really done, seeming to trust that I was being honest with her.

“Okay,” she whispered, only to clear her throat as she focused on Gabriella and then Serenity. “Umm, it was very nice meeting you both.”

“Nice meeting you too,” Serenity agreed cheerfully. “Hope you have a nice day.”

“You too,” Avery replied, giving her a small smile. She then gave Gabriella another nod before turning around, just in time for her mom to do the same.

“Ready, sweetie?” Michelle wondered, her tone slightly sympathetic.

Avery only nodded, looking almost like a deer in headlight’s now.

Serenity gave the mom one last wave when they made eye contact, before giving her focus to the teller as she stepped up. Gabriella followed suit, and thankfully the guy stayed put at a reasonable distance.

The woman greeting us had curly brown hair, and brown eyes that were somehow a world of difference from Serenity’s eyes. It wasn’t the first time I’d noticed that fact, that Serenity’s milk-chocolate brown eyes were comforting and attractive, seeming to somehow be different from every other person with brown eyes. But for some reason, it stuck out to me now.

Likely because this woman had almost the same shade of brown eyes as Serenity, and yet they were flat. There was no depth to them, no comfort, and no attractiveness. The woman had a plain face, plain appearance, and overall made my friend look like a goddess in comparison.

Serenity spoke up as soon as she got to the counter, reaching into her leather purse to pull out the envelope from earlier. “We need to withdraw the contents of a safety deposit box,” she explained, pulling out the letter and handing it over.

The woman looked it over for a few seconds, before focusing on me. “I presume you’re Kai Ashworth? May I see some ID?”

“Yep,” I said with a nod, pulling out my wallet.

She accepted my Driver’s License and placed it on the counter in front of her, before beginning to type some information from the letter into the computer.

“One moment please,” she said after a few seconds, sliding my ID back to me, while moving the letter further away. She then proceeded to make her way around a corner, disappearing for about half a minute. When she came back, she held a pitch-black wooden chest no bigger than my hand stretched out, having a tiny combination lock on it, as well as a worn envelope.

She then proceeded to print out a slip of paper that was essentially a receipt for the contents of the bank’s safety deposit box, literally just listing the tiny wooden chest and letter. No indication of what was inside the chest, if anything.

After that, she printed out another receipt showing the balance of a special account that had been used to pay the yearly fee for the space inside the vault.

“The remaining deposit left is yours,” she explained. “Do you want me to move it to a different account, or would you like a cash withdrawal?”

Glancing at the receipt more closely, I saw there was only a few hundred dollars left over, which was probably enough to keep the lockbox available for a few more years, depending on how much it cost. “My checking account is fine,” I replied, focusing on the black wooden chest again.

Despite the tiny lock’s size, it was a four-number combination, prompting me to wonder if the code was in the envelope. I decided to ask.

“Oh, and is the lock combination in here?” I wondered, gesturing to the paper.

She shrugged. “I would presume so. Though a wooden box like this really isn’t secure to begin with. Someone could just take a hammer to it and get it open.”

My brow furrowed as I considered that, realizing she was right. Maybe my parents just didn’t want bank personnel to get curious and peek inside, since obviously damaging the chest would be a huge ‘no-no’ for them.

Once the lady finished the transfer of the few hundred dollars, she handed me yet another receipt slip, and asked if we needed anything else. I glanced at Serenity just to make sure and she confirmed that we were good.

Grabbing the chest and envelope, we headed back out to the car. Once we were all in, and Serenity was holding the wooden box in her lap, the first thing I did was open the letter, surprised that it was a very simple note, written in my mother’s elegant handwriting. The sight of her *********** made me nostalgic and somber, though I tried to push it off for now.

“Huh,” I said out loud, attempting to keep my voice even. “It says I need to open the chest in private.”

“Can I see?” Gabriella wondered, prompting me to hand the letter back to her. She then began reading it out loud, word for word. “The combination is Kai’s birthday. Not to be opened by the bank. Not to be opened by anyone other than Kai. Open in private.” She then handed it to Serenity. “It’s literally just a list of bullet point instructions.”

Serenity accepted it, only for her eyes to instantly fill with tears.

I immediately reached over and rested my hand on her shoulder, prompting her to bend her arm at the elbow so she could reach up to rest her hand on mine.

“What’s wrong?” Gabriella whispered in concern, shocked by the abrupt shift in our demeanors.

I took a deep breath, really trying to not get emotional myself. “My mom wrote this,” I said simply. “We both recognize her handwriting.”

Her emerald eyes widened in surprise. “Oh.” Her expression dropped. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

Serenity shook her head, taking a deep breath as she let go of my hand to wipe her eyes. I went ahead and let go too, deciding to shift into gear and begin pulling out, with her sniffling before focusing more intently on the letter.

We were all silent for a couple of minutes, before I finally spoke up once Serenity carefully placed the letter back in the envelope, likely planning on keeping it. After all, even if it was my own mom’s handwriting, she would still treasure it as something representing all our parents.

“I wonder what’s in it,” I commented, glancing at Serenity. “I’m fine with all of you being there when I open it,” I added. “But probably best if we do it at home.”

“Definitely at home,” Serenity agreed, sniffling again. “Although, it’s fine if you open it alone, Kai. You can always show us afterward.”

Gabriella immediately agreed. “Yeah, definitely. We can wait to see.”

I frowned as I considered that, beginning to slow down since there seemed to be a traffic jam up ahead. “I mean, I can’t imagine why I’d need to be alone, unless…” I paused. “Well, unless they really did know about me. But even then, it would be fine since you both know my secret now.”

Serenity shrugged. “There’s probably no harm,” she agreed. “So I guess we’ll do whatever you want when we get home.”

I nodded, concentrating fully on the road now, scanning ahead to try to see why we were all stopping. And then I saw it -- an accident at the intersection just ahead, though it couldn’t have happened too long ago, since no emergency vehicles were in sight and we were stopping only a couple hundred feet away.

Honestly, I was surprised I hadn’t heard it happen, knowing there were so many sounds around right now that I tried to keep my focus closer, so that I could concentrate on the people in the car with me.

Attempting to see between the traffic and through windows, I was able to piece together that it looked like an SUV and semi-truck had basically had a head-on collision, appearing as if the SUV might have tried to make a turn in front of the semi, with the truck swerving in such a way that the trailer tipped over and landed on another car, crushing the top.

“What is it?” Serenity asked, likewise trying to crane her neck to see. “An accident?”

“Yep,” I agreed, sighing heavily. Part of me reflexively wanted to jump out and help, but what could I do? Probably nothing except draw attention to myself. Not to mention, we were a decent distance away, and I was sure there would be others already out of their vehicles, trying to assist.

Best to just stay with the car and wait until they started redirecting traffic. This definitely wasn’t the first accident we’d passed on the road, and it wouldn’t be the last.

However, I couldn’t help but notice the faint scent of blood, seeming to grow stronger in my own perception, allowing me to pinpoint the exact location, coming from the SUV. Figuring it couldn’t hurt to at least focus my senses and see how things were going up ahead, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, wading through the plethora of scents and sounds.

Immediately, it felt like someone punched me in the gut.

My heart froze solid in my chest.

All my senses instantly focused on one sound.

On one scent.

A scared whimper of pain, coming from the partially crushed car underneath the semi-trailer, the voice so familiar that I recognized it even though I’d never heard her make that exact sound. Her scent equally just as terrified, her normally floral aroma suddenly the only thing I could smell.

Gabriella shocked me by speaking up before I could, her nostrils flared, her vivid green eyes wide.

“Avery…”

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This is a long story that involves lots of plot and action, as well as sexual engagements that are detailed and intimate. This story is actually available on amazon and patreon too, but I have several places where I'm posting it for free.

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Original: December 8, 2020 (Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf)

Submitted to Sexstories: September 2, 2022

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