One Man, Three Women, Farewell Dinner

“Can I just say that we’re a bunch of fucking hotties?” Tasha laughed. “I mean, we’re missing Gemma to round us out, but damn.”

No one would get an argument from you.

Part of you had been expecting the last GoodBye Dinner to be fancy, kind of like what you’d all done when Gemma was leaving - dress up really nice, go somewhere a little pricey, really make it feel special that way. Instead, you’d been surprised when Sabrina had directed you to wear one of the more ‘business casual’ shirts that you’d picked up over the summer - a button-down, yeah, but one with a pattern and short sleeves. It didn’t threaten ‘Hawaiin Shirt Guy,’ but you weren’t ever going to be looked at for being too formal, no matter where you ended up. Sabrina had matched you though, adding a knit, short-sleeved crop top to the long, flowy skirt she was wearing and matching it with white, strappy sandals with just a little bit of heel.

Walking out the door earlier, you’d been split between feeling like you were kids dressing up to look like adults, and looking good in this more adult persona.

The restaurant the girls had picked, because you’d been banned from making any of the plans for the evening, was a Brazilian steakhouse. A nice place, but not overly fancy or dressy. And, it turned out, perfect for a casual, flirty dinner, other than that there was a server coming around with fresh meat to slice off their big, skewered slabs of meat every few minutes.

Becks and Tasha had already gotten there and both stood up to welcome you; and their welcomes had been familiar. Becks, wearing a pair of long, flowy black pants that hugged her ass and thighs but was loose around her heeled feet along with a black tube top that hugged her torso like it was trying to mesh with her upper skin layers, had groaned happily as she’d kissed you after a day of flirting. You hadn’t held back either, giving her ass a quick squeeze during the hugging embrace.

Tasha was wearing the thin leather jacket that was part of her ‘standup uniform’, but underneath she was wearing a shimmery mesh top and a black athletic bra that was somehow kind of Raver Girl but also pop fashion, along with a black leather skirt that matched her jacket. She’d hugged Sabrina in a crushing embrace and given your girlfriend a quick, friendly peck on the lips, and then swapped places with Becks and surreptitiously got her hand between the two of you as she hugged you around the shoulders with one arm as her lower hand gave you a firm groping. That had you grunting in mild surprise, which made her laugh and tip her lips up to you, so you did the only natural thing and kissed her for a long moment that turned even more romantic than it had with Becks.

The four of you got some looks as you were settling down, and judging by the look on Sabrina’s face, Becks had given her a kiss that matched the two that you’d gotten.

“I think you two look so good together,” Sabrina grinned across the square table you’d been sitting at, responding to Tasha’s observation.

“OK,” Becks smirked a little. “No need to lay it on thick. We’re still testing things out.”

“It’s been fun, but it’s still testing,” Tasha agreed.

“Well, you guys test as long as you want,” you said. “And don’t stick a label on it if you don’t want to. I’ll keep Sabrina in check.”

“Oh, you will, huh?” Sabrina asked you.

You raised an eyebrow, looking at your girlfriend. “You don’t think I could?”

“I think Gemma would have something to say about that,” Sabrina raised an eyebrow right back.

“I think Gemma would agree with me and my methods,” you chuckled.

“To be fair, I literally have a text from Gemma that says, ‘Don’t let Sabrina pressure you to move faster than you’re comfortable with,’” Tasha chuckled.

Sabrina scoffed, feigning that she was wounded. “Betrayed by my own girlfriend.”

“How ever will you go on?” Becks snickered.

“I’ll need some resuscitation, I think,” Sabrina said. “About seven to eight inches of it, right up- Hi.”

Thankfully, she cut off as one of the servers came over with some sort of special roast lamb. Whatever it was, it was delicious and managed to keep Sabrina from saying something filthy.

“So, John,” Becks asked once you all were alone again, though she kept her voice low since the restaurant was busy and you weren’t that far away from the next table over. “I know we’ve had the running joke of you needing to learn how to be a Secretary Whisperer, and that sort of thing, but a lot has happened since then. You’ve kind of become a bit of a man whore this summer. What do you think it’s going to be like heading back to school with this new Charisma you’ve built up?”

“I… hadn’t really considered that,” you said, shaking your head. “I’ve been so focused on Sabrina and I moving in together, I hadn’t really thought of me being different.”

“Have you and Gemma figured out what you think about if someone wants to jump into John’s bed?” Tasha asked Sabrina.

“For sure,” Sabrina nodded after covering her mouth to chew and swallow quickly. “We’ve been pretty much agreed on it for a while now - we’re a throuple, not three individual people. Anyone we hook up with should be interested in all of us, not just one of us. And that includes just me, or just Gemma, or just John. I mean, I’m sure there’ll be other girls who are interested in him now that we’ve all been polishing each other a bit, but unless she’s as smokin’ hot as you two and down to be a third between the two of us, that’s an automatic veto.”

“Think you can handle that, John?” Becks asked you with a grin.

“Of course I can,” you said, though in reality you had a couple of… doubts. Specific ones. Mostly based around the fact that Sabrina wasn’t accounting for Katherine and Emma not being involved with her, but still being open to you, and how to navigate that. To be fair, Katherine wasn’t exactly going to be around much since she went to school in another State, but Emma was going to be living on campus not that far from you, and you were going to be involved in her online content. And that didn’t even address the fact that Sabrina was only really just starting to explore her own queer sexuality this summer, and desires could change - you knew she was potentially interested with your friend Ollie, and the metal rocker chick would probably be interested right back, but Ollie was lesbian, not bi, which ruled you out of the potential equation.

“Oh, come on,” Becks said. “You can’t tell me that if some pretty little thing, like a freshman or a sophomore with all the world in her eyes and great big tits was like ‘Oh my Gosh, John, you’re so manly, I’d love for you to teach me how to love myself and my body,’ you wouldn't be tempted despite her being straight.’”

“She does make a good point,” Sabrina chuckled. “Though her impression of ‘innocent, naive and thirsty’ could use a little work.”

“It was a general concept, not an impression,” Becks shushed her. “It’s not my fault my innocence and naivety got fucked out of me by a certain throuple.”

You let out a breath, shaking your head as you looked across the table at Becks. “If I were in that situation, I don’t think it would be very hard at all to resist, honestly,” you said. “It’s not like even if Sabrina was in some horrible accident and broke her pelvis that I’d be feeling hard up or something.”

“Hey, you wouldn’t be feeling hard up at all,” your girlfriend smirked. “In that situation, I still have a perfectly functioning mouth.”

“Nasty bitch,” Becks snorted.

“Nasty, or dedicated?” Tasha laughed.

“I don’t think I’ll have any issues with someone randomly trying to tempt me away from Sabrina and Gemma,” you continued while laughing with them. “There is no greener side to any fence, ever, in the history of fences or the colour green.”

“Plus Gemma will cut a bitch if she really tries anything,” Sabrina smirked, then got a thoughtful expression. “Actually, let’s find someone who tries to make a move on you. That’ll make Gemma come back to visit! I mean, we’d need to get rid of a body, but after that we could have a whole week together or something.”

The conversation went on like that for a while, flirty and fun but also diving into big questions. What did come next? What was life going to be like now that you were leaving your little bubble in the city and going back to ‘regular life’? You and Sabrina had been in college for three years - you had your patterns and rhythms. Sure, every year was a little different, but you weren’t going to be together every day for most of the day. You’d have a couple of classes together each semester at best, and lives going on outside of just the two of you. You had your group of friends, and while she wasn’t as close to hers as you were to yours, she had her circle, too.

And then there was the Gemma of it all. You all had to make sure you were including each other as much as possible in everything, even from the opposite side of the world. That was where the real danger was, in your opinion - that you and Sabrina would get too comfortable, too settled, and start to lose the drive to stay on top of your communication.

Not wanting to put a downer moment on a fun night, you kept that to yourself for now, making a promise to yourself that you had one personal goal every day for the rest of your life - to facilitate a moment for each of your girlfriends that made them feel desired and special.

Was that going to be tough to keep up? It didn’t feel like it at the moment, but you’d have to check back in with yourself once you were deep into Finals prep, or started to run out of ideas.

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