A Good Time

“Sabrina would flip if she saw us doing this,” you said.

Gemma snorted. “Yeah, probably. But she doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.”

“True,” you laughed.

You were naked, and Gemma was lounging up against you naked as well, one leg thrown over yours as she rested her naked back against your shoulder and chest. You were both eating the still-warm chicken that she’d brought, your laptop open and randomly working your way through the YouTube algorithm.

“Mmmph,” Gemma slurped, cleaning off the last chicken bone and dropping it into the box. “So good.”

You laughed again and watched as she picked up your old t-shirt and wiped her fingers and mouth. It was the substitute for a napkin you’d both been using since you didn’t have any paper towels in your room, and didn’t want to get dressed to go get some.

Gemma tossed the shirt away and turned sideways, cuddling up on you more as her breasts pressed into your chest now. “Have I told you that I love you today?” she asked.

“A few times, but I could be told again,” you said.

“Well,” she said, sitting up a little higher to bring her lips next to yours. “I love you.”

“I love you too, love,” you said, and kissed her. Despite wiping your mouths she still tasted a little like the chicken, which was weird.

Slowly the kissing turned into making out, and the laptop was forgotten as Gemma straddled you more properly as she pressed her chest to yours. You were groping her ass and running your hands up and down her sides, while your cock was now hard and trapped between you.

Gemma broke the kiss and looked down at me. “You’re mine,” she said, but turned it into a question. “Right?”

“Of course I am,” you said, stopping your groping and focusing more on her face.

She was frowning, her eyes trying to bore into yours as if she wanted to read something in you. You decided the best thing to do was wait.

Her eyes softened, and she took a breath. “Sorry,” she said. “I just-” she hesitated.

“You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to,” you offered.

“No, you already know,” Gemma shook her head. “I was just thinking that the easiest way to solve this whole issue would be for you to fuck Joy to keep her happy. But I don’t want that. You have sex with Sabrina is part of whatever we have. But her? I couldn’t handle that.”

“Was Sabrina pushing for that?” you asked, not sure if you wanted the answer or not.

“No. Go, no,” Gemma said. “She was even more against it than I was, I think.”

You hugged Gemma to you. “I would have done it if you both wanted me to,” you said. “But I wouldn’t have enjoyed a second of it. That woman is…”

“Awful,” Gemma said. You held her for a little bit, and then she sighed. “I killed the mood, didn’t I?”

“A little,” you smirked. “You know what would get it back?”

“What’s that? A blowjob?” Gemma asked.

“Nope,” you said. “Well, probably, but not what I was thinking. How about you sit on my face? Because I want to taste you again, and we haven’t tried it that way yet.”

Gemma rolled her eyes. “Oh, pull my leg already. What a pain that my boyfriend wants to eat me out.”

You laughed and scooted down the bed to get into a better position for her.

“I’m taking these with me,” Gemma said. She was half-dressed, your cum leaking down her leg since she hadn’t put on her panties yet. She was holding up a pair of your work pants.

“Why do you want a pair of my pants?” you asked from the bed. You’d been watching her get dressed.

“Well, I’m taking this too,” she said, fetching a shirt from your suitcase as well.

“Yes, but why?” you asked.

She came back over to you, her clothes in her hand, and leaned down to kiss you. “Because, love, the next time you come over on a weeknight I want you to be able to sleep over.”

“That’s an excellent idea, love,” you said with a smile. “I just wish you could stay with me now.”

“So do I,” she said. “So we need to figure out when I can drop off at least one outfit here, too. Sabrina is probably going to want to do the same thing.”

“I’ll make space for you…” you looked around your cluttered room. It was a sublease, and half of the stuff in there belonged to the guy you were subleasing from for the summer. “I don’t know, somewhere.”

Gemma pulled her panties up finally, sopping up the leak of cum on her inner thing with it and wincing. “Egh, that’s moist and cold.”

“You could have wiped it up,” you chuckled.

“What, and miss out on the feeling of your cum all over my pussy?” Gemma asked, wiggling her eyebrows goofily.

“You might be the most perverted of the three of us, deep down,” you said.

“And you love me for it,” Gemma said.

“I do. I really do,” you laughed.

You threw on a pair of track pants and walked her to the door once she was fully dressed and had the pair of pants and your shirt folded in a bag.

“Have I told you how much I love you today?” you asked her at the door.

Gemma checked her phone and saw it was past midnight. “Not today,” she grinned.

You kissed her, deep and long, crushing her body to yours as you breathed in her smell. “I love you, Gemma,” you said finally.

“If I don’t leave now, I won’t leave at all,” Gemma sighed. “I love you too, John.”

You leaned in the doorway of the apartment as she walked down the hallway and waited for the elevator, and grinned when she caught you watching her and she actually blushed.

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