Domestics

Becca ended up heading back to check on Charlotte after she didn’t return from talking with Lucy, leaving you and Gemma to do the breakfast cleanup. Greasy plates and pans were soon stacked up next to the sink, and you were scrubbing and Gemma was drying and putting the dishes away. It was another side of Gemma you hadn’t seen yet - domestic Gemma. You’d seen her at work as the accomplished, go-getting intern, you’d heard about her past. You’d seen playful Gemma, and competitive Gemma and snarky Gemma. And Sexy Gemma.

Domestic Gemma wore a soft but ready smile, with a teasing glint in her eye and a tendency to nudge you with her elbow, hip or shoulder. You stole kisses off of her every once in a while, and soon the dishes were all clean and stacked away again.

“You need to go soon,” Gemma said, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you close.

“I do,” you said. “You could come with me if you want. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

Gemma smirked. “I’m sure she wouldn’t, that little harlot.” The word ‘harlot’ somehow sounded so much hotter in Gamma’s accent. She chuckled and went up on her tiptoes to kiss you again. “It’s fine. Last night was… it was one of the best dates I’ve ever been on, John.”

“Ouch,” you grinned back to her. “If it was only ‘one of’ the best dates? Give me some constructive criticism for next time.”

“Ummm,” Gemma made a show of thinking. “Well, there were definitely enough orgasms.”

“Well, that’s something,” you nodded.

“And there was action and witty repartee. Lots of dancing, and kissing, and romance. There was one thing you could try and do next time though.”

“What’s that?” you asked.

“Less Eric,” Gemma said.

You laughed and nodded slowly. “Noted. I’ll check Eric’s plans from now on to make sure we’re not double booking.”

Gemma ended up leading you to the washroom and into the shower. You’d had fun with her there the night before, and you had almost as much fun now soaping her up and cleaning her off. You even ended up washing her silvery blonde hair, running your fingers through every inch and massaging her scalp with the shampoo and conditioner. Then it was Gemma’s turn to wash you, which left you teased and excited, but she didn’t finish you off.

Instead, she dried you off with a towel and gave you a light-hearted slap on the butt like a football player. “Alright, love. Time to go make Sabrina your bitch.”

You snorted and started trying to figure out how you were going to go from the washroom to Gemma’s bedroom to find the rest of your clothes. “I think she would be happy to report she already is.”

This made Gemma snicker. “Seriously though,” Gemma said, drying her hair with a towel and then wrapping it up - the whole process was delightful considering she wasn’t wearing a stitch and her big tits were free to wiggle and bounce. “What are you and Sabrina up to today?”

“Well,” you said. “I owe her a win on a bet over pineapple on pizza, and then I think she wants me to film her, or join in on a couple of blowjob scenes. How, um… how does that make you feel?”

“Fine,” Gemma shrugged. “Just remember the rule - I don’t want your pretty, rugged face in any of the videos.”

“You’re pretty amazing, you know that?” you asked her.

She preened a little in the mirror with a smile. “Oh, I know.”

You left the bathroom at the same time, Gemma leading the way with a towel wrapped around her body, and thankfully didn’t run into any of the roommates - less thankfully, you got a wolf whistle from back down the hallway just as you were turning into the bedroom.

“Nice cheeks, sweetcheeks!” Becca called after you.

“That woman is trouble,” you said once the door was shut.

“She takes a second to warm up, but then she’s… well, yeah. She’s trouble.” Gemma grinned.

Re-dressed in your date clothes from yesterday, Gemma ended up holding up a couple of sundresses and asking your opinion - you opted for a cute red one. She slipped it on over her head without putting on underwear, fixing it around her bust and hips for a moment before taking your hand.

“You know I love you, right?” she asked.

“I know,” you said.. “And I love you too. Why ask that?”

“Because… because I don’t want you to think I’m just saying it. Or I’m saying it for fun. Well, it is fun to say with you, but I really do mean it. Every word of our code, OK? But I also feel weird saying it when I’m about to send you off to another girl, not that I’m trying to change the arrangement at all. I’m just a little self-conscious about the whole thing and trying to figure it out, and oh God I’m starting to ramble so I’m going to shut up.”

You kissed her for an answer, just a light one, and then hugged her close as she rested her head on your chest.

“I know, love. Me too,” you said.

You held each other for a little bit, then Gemma decided she wanted to send you with a little extra tease for Sabrina and she took off the sundress again and had to take pictures of the hickies you’d left on her. The one on her thigh had developed into a big one, and she ran her fingers over it and bit her lower lip. The matching pair on her inner cleavage were smaller but a little darker, a little more firmly set in, and made for a really hot picture.

Gemma slid her dress back on again. “God, I almost wish you’d put one on my neck,” she said. “Or somewhere everyone would see. I don’t know what it is about you, John, but I love the idea that I’m carrying a mark you left on me. I hated when my ex would give me a hickie by accident, but somehow with you I just… Hooo, you make me want to do silly shit.”

“No silly shit,” you said, taking her hand and kissing your fingers. “At least not spur of the moment.”

She brought you to the door and you ended up making out a little bit as a goodbye kiss, only getting interrupted by Lucy stomping down the hallway.

“Alright, get out,” Gemma said. “I’m going to have to spend the day taming the grouchy bear.”

“Have fun,” you said, and kissed her on the tip of the nose.

Sabrina opened her door with a smile on, and that was all.

“Good morning, Daddy,” she said, stepping partially into the hall to take your hand and bring you inside her apartment.

“You know you’ve got Gemma saying that now, too?” you said.

Sabrina’s tinkling laughter, and cute little butt, led you into the apartment.

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