Awkward Conversation

“Hey,” you said.

“Oh, uh, hey,” Mosche said.

“Um, hi…” Tasha said.

“Hey, I’m Sabrina,” Sabrina said, stepping forward and offering Tasha her hand.

“Hi,” Tasha said, obviously looking at Sabrina’s outfit, or lack of one, as well as your own. “Uh, sorry, are we interrupting something?”

“Just grabbing some drinks. Netflix intermission,” you said.

Tasha looked back and forth between you and Sabrina a couple more times, clearly wanting to say something. She and Mosche had come in before you or Sabrina could have dreamed of escaping back to your room, so you were stuck with a ‘fake it till you make it’ confidence at being caught in your underwear.

Apparently, Tasha decided she couldn’t hold it in. “I’m sorry,” she said. “But I'd want to know if it was happening to me. I saw John out on a hot and heavy date just last night with someone else.”

“You did what!?” Sabrina said, turning to you with an angry face but winking. “I knew it! That blonde slut is back, isn’t she?”

“It’s not what you think,” you said, hamming it up with some stuttering.

“Don’t you give me that bullshit,” Sabrina said. “God, every time I turn my back, you’re off fucking that bimbo again. It’s not my fault I didn’t grow huge tits like her, why can’t you just be happy with mine?” She grabbed her chest through your shirt she was wearing.

“Look, baby,” you said. “I told you, if you let me put it in your butt I wouldn’t go see her anymore. This is really mostly your fault.”

Tasha’s eyes were starting to bug out of her head as she watched us ‘yell’ at each other, while Mosche was just looking really confused.

“Fine! I guess you’re just going to need to break my ass in then,” Sabrina growled. “I was planning on saving that for our wedding night, but I’d rather you take my last virginity now than put a baby into that whore first.”

“Um, actually, I already did,” you said, ramping up the fake tension even more. “She gave birth last year. It’s actually already my daughter’s birthday in a couple of weeks. I wasn’t sure if I should invite you to the party, or…?”

“Of course I want to come to the party! What the fuck, John. You think I would want to miss my stepdaughter’s first birthday?”

“Well, you always said that if I put a baby in your ex, you weren’t sure if you would want to kill us both or watch us fuck. Does this mean you want that threesome?”

“Hell yes I do,” Sabrina said. She was starting to lose her character, biting her lip hard to try and stop from smiling. “I mean if you can’t beat them, join them, right? Come on, let’s get your cock hard so you can fuck my ass. You’ve got olive oil in the kitchen, right? We’ll need to practice cause I assume you and her are going to-”

“What the actual fuck is going on,” Tasha interrupted.

You and Sabrina burst out laughing, Sabrina actually falling to the ground as she heaved from the effort.

“I’m sorry,” you panted, trying to control your laughter. “I’m sorry, we were- Hahah! We were- It’s not-”

“Ugh,” Sabrina grunted, wiping the tears from her eyes. “I know about Gemma,” she wheezed. “It’s- John and I are fuckbuddies. Gemma knows, too. We’re friends.”

“Ooh,” Mosche said, slapping his hand to his forehead. “They were faking.”

“Obviously,” Tasha said. “Jesus fuck. I thought I got sucked into the plot of a soap opera for a second there.”

You helped Sabrina up from the ground, both of you trying to suppress your laughter. “Sorry, Tasha. I swear it was this one’s idea, I just went along with it.”

Sabrina snorted loudly, clapping a hand over her mouth in embarrassment. “We got a little carried away.”

Tasha just shook her head. “So he’s not cheating?”

“God no,” Sabrina said, hugging herself to your side. “Everything is consensual and in the open.”

“Fucking polyamory,” Tasha sighed, then turned to Mosche. “Please tell me you don’t have a girlfriend in your room or something.”

“No, not at all,” Mosche said.

“Good,” Tasha said, then glanced back to you and Sabrina. “Sorry for making assumptions.”

“No, no,” Sabrina said, patting her arm. “It was totally reasonable, and if things between John, Gemma and I weren’t what they were I would definitely want to know. So would she. So thanks for looking.”

“Plus, I would deserve it if I were cheating,” you said. “No hard feelings here, either. Now I think we’ve interrupted you guys enough, so we’ll leave you two alone.” You picked up Sabrina and threw her over your shoulder, making sure to keep her shirt pulled down over her thighs so you weren’t flashing Tasha and Mosche. You grabbed your beer and the glass of water for Sabrina from the counter and started walking down the hall.

“Have fun, you two!” Sabrina giggled and waved to Mosche and Tasha.

Back in your room you set the drinks down and then lowered Sabrina to the bed and followed her down, kissing her deeply.

“You don’t think we just ruined that for Mosche, do you?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” Sabrina chuckled. “I hope not, he needs to get laid.”

“Yes, he does,” you said. You stood up and handed Sabrina her water, and cracked open your beer and took a drink.

“You know, I’m not sure what part of that whole thing was funniest, other than Tasha’s face, and which part was hottest,” Sabrina said.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“I dunno. I think I’m just over-sexed today or something, but the idea of you fucking Gemma behind my back was kinda hot, and so was you taking my ass. Even the idea of you breeding Gemma gave me this little thrill.”

“Yeesh, you are over-sexed,” you chuckled. “I think the term ‘knocked up’ would be more appropriate.”

“Not in kink-speak,” Sabrina smirked. “What, does breeding make you uncomfortable?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, crawling into bed with her again. “You, my dear, need to focus on the show and not your kink fantasies.”

“Fine,” she laughed.

Soon you were back behind her, spooned up. You watched another two episodes of Castle before you realized Sabrina was dozing off in your arms. You shut your laptop, trying to move around Sabrina without waking her up more, but she caught your arm in her hands and kissed it, and when you laid back down fully she wiggled and pulled your shirt off of herself, tossing it onto the floor.

“Boxers,” she mumbled.

You shifted and kicked them down somewhere under the covers.

Sabrina wiggled her ass back against you, then surprised you as she reached back and took hold of your mostly-soft cock and wedged it between her little ass cheeks.

“There,” she mumbled dreamily.

“Really?” you asked.

“Mhmm,” she hummed and nodded softly.

You definitely fell asleep after she did.

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