Getting Ready for your Date

Tasha left after a quiet, whispered conversation with Gemma on your phone that she walked away from you for. When she returned your phone she hugged you and kissed your cheek. “Thanks,” she said. “I think- this is probably better. You were right.”

“Sorry, could you say that again,” you said, opening up a voice recorder app where she could see to tease her.

She laughed, kissed your cheek again and then left.

You shook your head once she was gone, letting out another long sigh and then heading into the kitchen to grab a drink of water. Mosche was… you cared for the guy enough to not want to hurt him or see him hurting. But he’d really fucking done it to himself. And maybe that wasn’t fair if it was all coming from self-deprecation like you suspected, but if that was the case then he needed some fucking therapy or something. You didn’t think that Tasha was lying either - this was exactly the kind of thing that you could imagine Mosche getting himself into even if you couldn’t see it coming ahead of time.

Your phone started ringing as you were drinking the water and you saw it was Sabrina. “Hey,” you said. “She’s gone now.”

“OK,” she said. “What was that about? Gemma is here on speakerphone too.”

You quickly related what you’d learned from Tasha, and after a long moment of silence Sabrina started giggling hard while Gemma let out a long, exasperated sigh.

“Well, you were right,” Gemma said. “She definitely needs a night out without him or anyone else who might know about all of that.”

“I hope I’m not ruining your plans, love,” you said.

“No, you’re not,” she assured me. “It actually works out totally fine. Just make sure you dress up as fancy as you can for us.”

“Do your hair like I showed you,” Sabrina chipped in. “And, John?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Thanks for not fucking Tasha,” she said.

“We talked about this,” you said. “Of course I wouldn’t do that.”

“No, I know,” Sabrina said. “I didn’t mean behind our backs or anything. I meant not calling and asking if we were OK with it. We probably would have said yes, but it’s just nice to know you think with your heart for people more than with your cock.”

“It really is one of your most attractive qualities, love,” Gemma said.

“Well, it is how this whole thing started,” you said. “Wanting to talk to Sabrina instead of using her OnlyFans against her.”

“Love you,” Sabrina said, and you could hear the smile on her lips.

“Me too,” Gemma added.

“Love you too,” you said. “How much time do I have?”

You had about an hour, so you went to work getting yourself tidied up. A shit-shave-shower was in order, followed by doing your hair the way Sabrina had drilled into you along with the product she’d **** into your arms. You headed back to your room from the bathroom with a towel on your waist and Mosche still wasn’t home, so when you got to the room you sent him a text.

‘Hey buddy. Home is safe. Spoke to Tasha and she left.’

Then, since you knew they’d enjoy it, you took a naked mirror selfie for the girls. You still weren’t exactly confident in your own nakedness but after all the casual nudity and sex and being an amateur, anonymous porn star… Well, it didn’t bother you nearly as much as it might have at the start of the summer. Both of the girls loved it, and Gemma got your permission to send it on to Becks and Mallory. By the time you were doing the buttons on the cuffs of your dress shirt, you got back a couple of photos. Becks sent hers to you directly, a picture of her laying on a couch in her apartment, pulling the leg of her shorts aside to flash you her pussy as she bit her lip. Gemma forwarded the one from Mallory - she was at the bar she and her husband owned, and you could tell that she was in one of the booths in the back corner because you could see most of the rest of the place. She had pulled aside her blouse and popped one of her magnificent tits out of the bra, flashing her entire boob as she stuck her tongue out at the camera playfully.

Finding yourself quickly raising to the teasing, you took another picture of your mostly-hard cock and sent that off as well, along with your compliments.

You finished getting dressed, including a tie, with time to spare so you went and primped your hair a little bit in the washroom before coming back out to the living area to wait for the girls since they were going to ‘pick you up.’ You’d just turned on the TV when Mosche came in through the front door.

“Hey,” he said. “Thanks for the heads up. I was out and felt really awkward coming back here knowing Tasha might be here.”

“Dude, you gave her a key,” you said.

“I know, I know,” he sighed. “It felt right at the time…”

Part of you wanted to lay into the guy, but he seemed so out of sorts and upset at things that you didn’t have the heart. You’d also already jumped into her relationship a lot today, and needed some time to just hope he and Tasha could get things sorted themselves before you had to give more feedback.

“Well, she left and she wants to talk to you at some point,” you said. “I think she’ll give you a bit of space first though, so don’t wait too long.”

“OK, OK,” he sighed. Then he finally really looked at me. “What’s with the suit?”

“Big date with the girls,” you said. “I’m actually on my way out in about ten minutes.”

“So no pizza and movies tonight?”

God, he looked like a little puppy. If you hadn’t invited Tasha out, you would likely have felt like you should bring Mosche along. Though, to be fair, you were a lot more interested in seeing Tasha all dressed up than Mosche.

For science…

“Sorry, dude. Not tonight. And I probably won’t be home until tomorrow.”

“OK,” he sighed. He hung his head a bit and headed back to his room.

You had to shake your head again and tried to clear your mind of his problems with some mindless TV before you got the text that the girls were pulling up outside the building. Shouting goodbye to Mosche, which got a muted response, you headed down.

Outside, a van was pulled up at the curb and both Gemma and Sabrina were just outside of it. Your jaw dropped when you saw them.

“Wow,” you said.

Gemma was dressed up in that gorgeous deep red dress that Sabrina had bought her. You’d seen her in it before, but the ballgown was absolutely stunning and left her chest and shoulders completely bare. They’d also done her silvery-blonde hair in an intricate braid so her neck was bare and open as well, highlighting her delicious curves. Even her makeup matched her dress, with bright red lipstick and smokey red eyeshadow. She usually didn’t wear a ton of eye makeup, so it changed her look a bit.

Sabrina was just as exquisitely dressed, wearing a gold dress that was almost toga-like in how the shimmery material draped up and around her neck while leaving a broad bare line down the centre of her chest to the thick gold belt that kept everything in place. Her hair was loose and hanging in a silky sheet, and she’d done her makeup with gold eyeshadow and lips.

You didn’t notice it at first, but you realized as you walked over to them that they’d also taken a bit of each other in their makeup - Gemma had a gold shimmer of body glitter across her bare shoulders and a gold stripe in the centre of her bottom lip, while Sabrina had a red stripe in the centre of hers and a had done her nails in red as well.

“I’m speechless,” you said as you stepped up to them. “Breathless. I might die right here on the sidewalk.”

“Well that wouldn’t do at all,” Gemma said with a smirk, taking your hand and softly giving you a little kiss. Nothing to mess up her makeup or leave it on you. Sabrina did the same, her heels raising her taller than she usually was as she kissed you in the same way.

“So where are we going?” you asked.

“It’s still a surprise,” Sabrina grinned.

“But you know?”

“Nope!” Sabrina said, then grinned at Gemma. “But I’m excited.”

“Well get into the Uber then,” Gemma admonished. “We still need to go pick up Tasha.”

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