Meeting with the (former) Opposition

Heading to the bar after eating dinner at work again - unfortunately from some sort of vegan place that hadn’t exactly filled you up - felt kind of weird. Definitely weirder than meeting up with Becks or Tasha, or even Becca and Charlotte like you occasionally did. It was because this wasn’t just ‘meeting up for drinks,’ or with the full knowledge that Becks and/or Tasha would likely come home with the three of you.

This felt weirdly like a first date.

You didn’t really know much about Amanda or Maeve overall, just that you all had similar education and career goals, and some similar interests. Things were kind of a ‘sure thing’ for hooking up after, but that kind of had a big set of asterisks around it. Maeve was the driving **** behind it but also seemed the more volatile of the two ladies, and you still weren’t entirely sure if Amanda was just going along with it or if she actually wanted to hook up with you and your girlfriends. But then, she was fairly flirty in the few moments she could be, so it was entirely possible she was into it.

“So which one are you most excited to fuck?” Sabrina asked, her arm looped around yours.

“Sabrina,” Gemma scoffed, but smirked a little and looked for your answer as she held your hand on your other side.

“Is that really a fair question?” you asked. “They’re both attractive.”

“Yeah, in slightly different ways,” Sabrina said. “Maeve has the accent and the gothy vibes and I bet she’s a freak, but Amanda-”

“Has the biggest tits I’ve ever seen,” Gemma finished the thought off.

You sighed and shook your head. “Yes,” you answered. “Just… yes.”

“Well, I think I’m more excited about Maeve,” Sabrina said. “Not that Amanda isn’t cute as hell. I’m just kind of intimidated by the sheer size of the boobage. Gemma?”

“I’ll admit, I’m curious to see them,” Gemma said with a little smirk.

“Maybe let’s put a kibosh on the sexually predatory remarks?” you suggested. “We’re here.”

The three of you went into the bar, an upscale place that was filling up pretty quickly with an evening crowd that looked ready to spend a lot on overpriced **** and showing off their money. It wasn’t really the kind of place you and the girls usually visited, but Maeve had apparently suggested it.

The three of you were still in your work outfits, but you found Maeve and Amanda waiting at a standing table and could tell they’d been home in between work and the bar. Maeve was wearing clothes that didn’t really fit with the suits and cocktail dresses of most of the crowd - she was in a dress, but it was a thin, clingy muted orange colour that looked more suited to wearing over a bikini on the way to the beach or something. It showed a pretty good amount of her chest and some cleavage, along with two distinct nipple bumps making it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra and you suspected she might have been pantiless as well since there weren’t any lines showing through the clingy dress. Her curly hair was done up in a sexy swoop at the front though, and you had a feeling that any immediate douchebag-attracting her dress did was countered by her black lipstick, dark eye makeup and the cold expression in her eyes behind her black-rimmed glasses. She wasn’t full-on goth but definitely kept up those vibes.

Amanda, on the other hand, had glammed up. She was wearing a silver dress that shimmered with sequins, and while it covered her from her neck and shoulders down there was no hiding her astounding bust. She’d pulled her brunette hair into a sexy updo that exposed her neck and showed off the dangly silver earrings that matched her dress, and her cute face was done up with soft red lipstick and some light eyeshadow.

The busty brunette stepped away from the table with a smile, coming to hug you hello as you tried to greet each other over the noise of the bar. Gemma got the first hug, and then Sabrina and you could almost feel your girlfriend resisting the urge to grab the titties. You were last and Amanda’s smile was warm as you leaned down a bit to give her a hug, and she added a kiss on the cheek and winked as you pulled away. Maeve’s welcome was more subdued, just a small wave of her pale hand and a considering look as she cocked an eyebrow and looked you up and down.

They already had a tab open and Maeve had ordered drinks for everyone, so you didn’t need to venture to the bar, and you wondered if that might have been Maeve’s plan because she almost immediately started interrogating the three of you about the mock trial case. It sounded like she really had done all her own research and prep and could have run the entire Plaintiff side of the trial by herself - and that seemed to scratch a part of Gemma and Sabrina’s brains that had them bantering and arguing good-naturedly almost immediately as they dove into the details.

“Sorry about this,” Amanda said a good ten minutes later. She’d been standing next to you, and you’d both been participating in the conversation, but not to the degree of the others.

“Why?” you asked, shifting slightly so the two of you were facing each other a bit more without closing off from the entire table. She was standing similarly and you found yourself looking down into her big, expressive eyes while trying not to glance at how her dress stretched over her bust.

“It’s just a bit much, and you guys look like you got held long at work,” she said. “I’m sure you’d rather talk about anything else.”

“No, it’s fine,” you said. “It’s what connected us together, and clearly Maeve’s been holding some shit in. Gemma and Sabrina both enjoy a friendly argument on this kind of stuff, too.”

“Well, Maeve got tired of verbally sparring with the others on our intern team last month,” Amanda said. “It had gotten… well, I told you our internship has been kind of toxic, even if it hasn’t been as bad as yours.”

“One person made ours toxic, like I told you,” you said, reminded that you’d told her about Joy that first time you had lunch at the trial. “Otherwise, I mean, we’re doing more overtime than expected but we’re also getting taken care of pretty well.”

“Wish I’d known to apply to your firm,” Amanda sighed. “My uncle works at ours, so I kind of had an in. I wasn’t expecting it to be so… blegh.”

“Sorry it’s not working out,” you said. “Is it turning you off of law school?”

“No,” Amanda said, shaking her head. “It just tells me I probably want to be a public defender, or a prosecutor - or something in Criminal law, anyways. Where things feel more real and pressing. Either that or I’ll make use of my assets, find myself a ridiculously rich husband and turn into a rich bitch Karen.”

You snorted softly as you smirked and shook your head. “For some reason, I think you could attract the exact man you would want for that, but you’re too smart and would get bored being a trophy wife.”

“How could you guess?” she asked back, grinning as she put a hand on your arm. It was a clearly flirty move, and you responded by reaching up and brushing a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, making her smile even wider.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Sabrina glancing at you as she flashed you a thumbs-up.

It seemed like you didn’t need to worry about Amanda only being partially in on the plan for the night. She was definitely interested.

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