Cut Short

Kevin was enveloped in a storm of affection and tenderness, drowning in a deluge of kisses and love. For a fleeting moment, he was released from their grasp, allowing him to inhale deeply and savor the moment. "Wait, wait, perhaps this is too overwhelming," he stammered nervously to Weiss, who watched him with amusement, a sly smile playing on her lips, compelling him to remain silent. "No, my dear, you sought this out; there's no retreat now," Weiss declared, her voice sashaying towards Blake, who exuded feline grace and purred like a cat. As Kevin's eyes widened in anticipation, he braced himself for what Weiss would do next.

Kevin's hands gently glided over Weiss's hips, feeling the sway of her body as she grew more at ease. He noticed a subtle smirk crossing Weiss's lips as she playfully traced her fingers along his neck, the sensation sending a tingling shiver down Kevin's skin. In response, he chuckled softly at the teasing gesture.

"You seem to get quite thrilled with just words alone," Weiss remarked with a mischievous tone, causing Kevin's heart to quicken at the closeness of her voice hovering over him. Her laughter danced in the air, adding to his growing sense of both excitement and embarrassment.

Blake's fingertips, feather-light and filled with desire, traced a scorching path along Kevin's slim jawline. Each caress left a trail of intense longing in its wake, igniting a fiery connection between them. Her voice, soft and seductive, slithered like a purring snake as she playfully taunted him.

"Did you think girls would let you take over and have all the fun?" she whispered, her words laced with a teasing tone. Kevin's heart raced, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his mind rendered speechless by the overwhelming mix of desire and embarrassment that flooded his senses.

But Weiss and Blake weren't finished. With a magnetic pull, they leaned in closer, their lips drawing nearer in an irresistible dance. The air crackled with anticipation as their bodies moved in sync, their lips finally meeting in a tantalizing union.

Kevin felt his breath hitch as he drew in a deep and shaky inhale, his heart pounding in his chest. He desperately wanted to lean forward and press his lips against the faces of the girls gathered around his bed, their expressions a tantalizing mix of desire and rivalry. The cacophony of their raised voices filled the air, once-soothing atmosphere now thick with tension.

Suddenly, Kevin was pulled from his dreamlike reverie, feeling a gentle shaking of his shoulder accompanied by Sam's voice. "Hey, we're here. Time to get off the bus," his friend murmured, concern etching his features.

Kevin blinked rapidly, his senses assaulted by the abrupt transition from the cozy confines of his bedroom to the cramped, utilitarian interior of the school bus. The diesel engine rumbled and groaned as the driver brought the vehicle to a stop, the brakes hissing with a muffled sigh.

Reluctantly, Kevin tore his gaze away from the imagined scene, turning to peer out the window. The lady driver, her brow furrowed slightly, waited patiently as the last of the students disembarked, their voices and laughter creating a cacophonous din. Kevin followed Sam down the narrow staircase, his feet feeling leaden, as he waved a half-hearted goodbye to the driver.

Stepping out into the warm, sun-dappled air, Kevin was met with the sight of the bustling school grounds. Groups of students, clad in a variety of uniforms and casual attire, milled about, forming pockets of conversation and laughter. Some exhibited an air of confidence bordering on mischief, a subtle warning not to cross them.

Kevin let out a soft sigh, his gaze lingering on the gathering crowds, his mind still replaying the vivid dream he had been so rudely awakened from. "You're right, my bad," he conceded, falling into step beside Sam, his shoulders slumped in a mix of disappointment and reluctant acceptance. "Let's get going."