At the Club; Part 2

The flirting went on for another five minutes or so, and it got to the point that not only were Corey and Victoria shooting glances over at you, but so were Paul and Brent. Gemma and Sabrina weren’t quite flirting back, but they weren’t shutting it down. The thing was, you also noticed that they were slowly moving toward each other.

You had no idea what their plan was, or even how they had come up with a plan.

Sabrina had just slipped around one of the guys and was now standing one person away from Gemma when the main talker from earlier at the beach leaned in to put his elbow on the table, turning full-on towards Gemma.

“So,” he said. “Are you just here for a year, or did you move here permanently? Because I think your accent is fucking hot.”

“I’m leaving soon, actually,” Gemma said with a slightly raised eyebrow. “End of the summer.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” the guy said, and you could tell that he didn’t mean that in the slightest. You could practically see the concept of hooking up with Gemma with no strings attached over the weekend floating through his brain. “So how do you find American guys compared to back home in Britain?”

That almost made you choke as you took a sip of your beer. Plenty of people commented on Gemma’s accent, especially while you were out, but no one had ever mistaken her for being British.

“Oh, I luv Bri’ish lads,” Gemma said, slipping into a terrible cockney accent. “But you American blokes, well, there’s sommat so manly ‘bout a cowboy.”

“Oh yeah?” the guy asked, completely unphased by the accent and wording change. “So you like cowboys, huh? Ever heard that song ‘Save a horse, ride a cowboy?’”

“Are ye daft or sommat?” Gemma laughed, still putting on the accent. “Everyone knows Big and Rich, it’s a classic song!”

“Well, what do you think? Want to hit the dance floor, see if it fits?” the guy asked.

“Actually,” Sabrina cut in, elbowing her way past the last guy between her and Gemma. “I was planning on taking my girlfriend to the dance floor. Right, baby?” Then she kissed Gemma, and Gemma kissed her back, reaching up and running her fingers into the hair at the nape of Sabrina’s neck to deepen the kiss as they swapped spit and battled tongues.

“Holy shit,” one of the other guys said heavily.

“Mmmmph,” Gemma moaned as she pressed a little forward to finish the kiss, then pulled away a little but had Sabrina’s lower lip caught between her teeth for a moment longer before letting it go. “I would love to go to the dance floor, baby.”

“That is so hot,” another one of the guys said.

“So you two are an item?” the first guy asked. “That’s cool.”

“Oh, we’re very much an item,” Sabrina said, wrapping her arms around Gemma and putting her hands on Gemma’s tits teasingly. “Right, baby?”

“Absolutely, honey,” Gemma grinned, pecking her lips again before turning to the guy. “But, I mean, a girl can only do so much with another girl. We love having threesomes.”

“Y-y-y-you do?” the guy asked, his eyes going wide in delight.

“All the time,” Sabrina said with a little smirk.

“Holy fucking shit,” one of the guys repeated. Most of the table had gone quiet as this played out, and you were having a hard time not busting out a grin and laugh as the girls played with the guy like lionesses considering a kill.

“Honestly,” Gemma said. “I can’t wait for Sabrina to sit on my face as I take our big dick tonight.”

“Uh-huh?” the guy asked. “So, then do you both want to hit the dance floor?”

“Oh, we do,” Gemma said, then turned to you and held out her hand. “Come on, love. Sabrina and I want to grind up on you just like your loving girlfriends should.”

“Happy to, love,” you said, taking her hand and letting her pull you past a couple of the guys. She got a hand behind your neck and pulled you into a deep kiss, and as soon as that finished you were kissing Sabrina as well. Then they both took your hands and pulled you from the table and towards the dancefloor.

“Holy fucking shit!” that one guy said, loudly. “That dude is the man.”

You left it to Brent, Paul and Corey to explain what had just happened to the guys as you hit the dance floor with your girls.

“Love you, baby,” Sabrina half shouted to you as you found a spot on the dance floor for the three of you.

“Took you long enough, Sabrina,” Gemma said. “He was calling me British!”

“Sorry, baby,” Sabrina said and kissed Gemma briefly. “I was just waiting for the right set-up.”

“You two are crazy,” you said, taking each of them by the hand and spinning them in place before pulling them into your arms as the three of you started dancing.

Dancing with the three of you wasn’t quite as hot as one-on-one time in the same sort of intimate way. It was different because it required a little more coordination and a little more mindfulness to keep everyone involved. In reality, it wasn’t so different from your threesomes, so you were practised hands at it. Sometimes the three of you would dance together. Sometimes one of the girls would grind her ass against you while the other danced with her in front. Sometimes the girls sandwiched you between them.

Sabrina liked to make you and Gemma kiss on the dance floor. Gemma liked to watch Sabrina grind her ass on you. You were loving how touchy and kissy they were with each other - every week they got closer not just physically, but emotionally. You were truly in a throuple now not just in name, but in action, and seeing them together was as pleasing to you as being with one of them.

“Ollie,” Sabrina shouted suddenly, breaking away from the two of you for a moment as she went into the crowd and came back pulling Ollie with her. “How did it go?”

Ollie smirked and sucked a couple of her fingers into her mouth naughtily before laughing.

“Really?” Gemma asked, offering her a high five. “Where?”

“Out back,” Ollie said loudly, nodding towards an emergency exit that was propped open both for air and access to a smoker's area. “She gave me her number, I might call her tomorrow.”

“No more hooking up tonight?” Sabrina asked.

“Are you kidding me? If we went further tonight I’d be in a relationship tomorrow,” Ollie said. “Lesbians are clingy if we aren’t careful.”

“You don’t say,” Gemma laughed. “Dance with us?”

“OK,” Ollie grinned, and soon the four of you were dancing loosely, occasionally partnering off a little as you all laughed and smiled, enjoying the loud music and sweaty press of the dance floor.

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