Done work for the day, now what?

You woke for the second time that day on Sabrina’s bed, though this time she was kissing you instead of fucking you.

“Good afternoon,” she smiled, kissing you lightly again. While you were dozing off she had squirmed around so you were no longer spooning her and she was instead laying nose to nose with you.

“Good afternoon, beautiful,” you said and kissed her back. “How late is it?”

“Almost five,” she said.

“Mmmm,” you groaned, stretching and accidentally rubbing against the now cold wet spot where Sabrina had squirted. “If we get cleaned up, do you want to head out for dinner? My treat.”

She smiled and nodded. “Yes, please.”

Somehow you always ended up in Sabrina’s shower after spending time at her place. Then again, considering what you always got up to, it made sense.

You spent a good twenty minutes in the shower, washing each other and teasing. Groping. Making out under the hot spray. Showering with Sabrina was so similar, and yet also different, from showering with Gemma. And you loved both experiences.

Once you were out of the shower, Sabrina insisted on drying you off, and you did the same for her. Then she sat you down on the toilet and styled your hair with a variety of products until she was happy, and shushed you out of the room. You got dressed and started cleaning up the living area until Sabrina came out of her room wearing a red dress that hugged her tight body closely.

“Wow,” you said, standing up from the couch. “Sabrina, you look amazing.”

“Thank you,” she smiled, and walked over to take your hand, her other holding a large purse with its straps over one shoulder. “I figured dolling myself up was the least I could do after you gave me a spiritual experience.”

“Well, I’m in awe of you,” you said, stooping to kiss her. She’d done up her makeup as well, her lips a bright red that matched her dress. She kissed you back enthusiastically, and when you were done she went to the little hall closet and fished around until she found a pair of red heels that matched her dress, lipstick and - you realized - her bag. You also noticed that she slipped a pair of old flats into her purse as well, but didn’t say anything.

You left Sabrina’s apartment arm in arm, her looking like a million bucks and you looking clean and put together even if you were wearing your clothes from the night before. Sabrina didn’t have an immediate opinion on dinner, so you decided to show her one of your own discoveries in the city closer to your place than hers. It was an Italian bistro, not so fancy that you were going to break the bank or anything, but classy while maintaining a family atmosphere and a bustling takeout business.

The hostess was a pretty woman in her mid-thirties, but you only had eyes for Sabrina as you were led over to a table. You pulled out the heavy chair for her, and Sabrina smiled shyly as she accepted your invitation to sit.

“You’re going overboard, John,” she said. “Remember, this isn’t a date. By the rules, we aren’t dating.”

“I know,” you said as you took your own seat. “But this is a platonic dinner out with someone I care for a lot, and I want you to know how much.”

She blushed and looked away for a moment before turning back to me. “I care about you a lot too, John.”

You reached across the table and took her hand in yours, giving it a squeeze. “I know.”

And then dinner was exactly what you said - a platonic dinner with someone you cared for and just enjoyed being around. Sure, you flirted a little, but it wasn’t like the last two times you’d been in a restaurant with Sabrina. You mostly talked and laughed, just being with each other, and without the tenseness of sexual attention - since you were both utterly drained at the moment - it was just plain fun.

When the waiter brought the bill over, you took it and paid, and Sabrina smiled her thanks. Then you talked for another twenty minutes until Sabrina said, “I think they’re staring at us and want us to leave, John. How about you take me home to your place?”

“Really?” you asked, a little surprised. Sabrina had been there, but hadn’t been there late before.

“Mhmm,” Sabrina nodded. “Netflix and chill? And I do mean chill, not chill. Well, not unless… you know.”

The two of you were out the door and walking down the street in under a minute. You walked arm in arm, and again you were struck with the casualness of how close you and Sabrina had gotten with each other, let alone the addition of Gemma.

It was a good fifteen-minute walk back to your place, and you rode the elevator up with Sabrina in your arms, hugging softly and not caring about the side eye you were getting from the scruffy looking woman who rode up and stopped on the floor below yours.

At your door you had the key in the lock when you hesitated for a moment, and then knocked loudly. And then knocked again.

“What are you doing?” Sabrina asked.

You shook your head, then called through the door. “Mosche, you better have pants on. Sabrina is here with me.”

Then you opened the door, and found Mosche thankfully with pants on, but that was it as he lounged on the couch and watched TV. “Hey dude,” he said. “Hey, uh, Sabrina? Damn, you’re all dressed up.”

“Yes I am,” Sabrina said as she stepped in after you. “I just wanted to show off a little for John tonight.”

“Uh-huh,” Mosche said, narrowing her eyes a little as you could see him working through the last couple of days. The last he’d seen you, you were heading out with Gemma from the comedy club. Now here you were with Sabrina. You’d told him you were seeing two different women, but you had to assume experiencing it was something else entirely. “Well… OK.”

“We’re probably going to hole up in my room,” you said. “Are there any more of those chips I bought?”

“Oh, yeah, for sure,” Mosche said.

“I’ll be in your room,” Sabrina said, and kissed you lightly before walking down the hall.

You and Mosche both watched her walk away.

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