Getting Ready to Go Out

You turned as you shut the washing machine, crossing your arms as you looked at Gemma. She was standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorsill and giving you one of those little smirks of hers.

“What’s up, love?” you asked. “Just wanted to see me being all domestic?”

“Hah, no,” she said, coming into the room and shutting the door. “I got enough of that watching you and Sabrina make breakfast.”

“Then what is it?”

“I just wanted a couple of minutes alone with you,” she said, coming to you and wrapping her arms around your neck to pull you into a kiss. This pressed her body to yours, and you groaned happily as you let your hands slide down her body to grab her ass through her thin shorts.

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

She shook her head, rubbing her nose against yours lightly as she smiled. “Not today.”

“I love you to the moon and the stars,” you said.

“Those are two very different measurements,” she laughed.

“I love you to the depths of the sea,” you said.

“Little closer, but still a big difference depending on where you’re at,” she teased me.

“I love you,” you said simply, looking into her eyes.

‘I love you, too,” she said and kissed you again.

You made out for a couple of minutes, her pressing to you enough that you leaned back against the washing machine. Her hands roamed under your t-shirt and yours squeezed her ass.

“You did really good with Sabrina last night,” Gemma finally said as your kiss ended.

“That’s what you’re thinking about?”

“That’s why I came down here,” she corrected you. “I wanted you to know that. You trusted her to know not to stop her even if you were worried. You gave her what she needed.”

“I wasn’t exactly being asked to do something I didn’t want to,” you pointed out.

‘No, you weren’t,” Gemma smirked a little. “But you were still perfect with her. I’m still sort of in dreamland when it comes to this whole relationship between the three of us in some ways. It almost doesn’t feel real, like when you’re on vacation and you feel settled and comfortable but you know it’s not home. But seeing you two together, and both of you trusting and loving me like this… John, I’m not going to like going home and being away from you, but I know I’m not going to worry about us. I’m not going to stress out worrying or wondering. I’ll probably burn out batteries on my vibrators considering how much sex I’m getting used to, but I’ll never question that you love me.”

You weren’t sure why, but her heartfelt speech hit you hard, and you let go of her ass and wrapped your arms around her back, hugging to you tightly. “I’m going to miss you so much,” you whispered to her.

“I know, love,” she whispered back. “I know.”

The two of you hugged hard until it almost hurt, and then Gemma softly patted you and you let her go.

“Now, turn on that washing machine and hop up on it,” she said.

“Why?” you asked.

“Because I’m going to suck your cock and make sure those big ol’ balls of yours are empty for our walk. I don’t want them knocking back and forth and getting bruised,” she said with a teasing smile.

You laughed and turned, doing just what she said.

Your group left the house about a half hour later. You and Gemma had been forced to sneak out of the laundry room, though Edgar had already been snoring on his couch bed so it wasn’t exactly a stealth mission. Sabrina, Ollie, Corey and Victoria had met you in the front hall, and once everyone was set you set off.

The walk was fun since the sun hadn’t risen to its height and begun scorching everything with its heat. It was supposed to be another hot, clear day so your afternoon at the beach was probably going to be crammed in with the crowds again, but the breeze that morning kept you all from sweating.

Sabrina had swapped out her cotton shorts for a cute pair of jean ones that didn’t show off her ass but did highlight her slender legs, and she was still wearing your shirt tied up as a crop and you had no doubt she didn’t put on a bra under it since it was baggy on her. Gemma had kept her cotton shorts but swapped her hoodie for a tube top underneath a short-sleeved plaid flannel that she left unbuttoned. Her platinum blonde hair was also up in a bun that left her neck bare. Victoria had dressed a little more conservatively, wearing a t-shirt from one of Corey’s volunteer causes that was a size too big for her and hid her figure, along with Capri-length tights. Last out the door was Ollie, who had gone back to her punk roots after dressing up so much last night. She was wearing a black band t-shirt with the bottom half roughly cut off to make it a crop top, over which she wore her light jean vest that had a bunch of different band and tour patches stitched on. She paired that with a high-waisted jean short with fraying all over it. She also had all of her piercings in and Sabrina had helped her pull her kinky hair into a pair of tight braids.

You spent most of the walk down to the beachfront holding Gemma’s hand or with Sabrina’s arm looped with yours, though rarely both as the group shifted around walking partners as you crossed sidewalks and through little neighbourhood shortcuts. Eventually, as the group was reaching the beach and the noise of the accompanying shopping area got louder ahead of you, you ended up walking with Corey as the girls walked in a quartet.

“Are you ready for this?” Corey asked you with a little smirk.

“For what? Shopping?”

“Girls shopping in a group,” Corey said.

“I’ve been out a few times with Sabrina and Gemma,” you said.

“Oh, dude,” Corey sighed. “The more there are, the more chaotic it is. Even Victoria and her friends back at school can be a bit much. With Ollie and your girlfriends?”

You groaned softly but smiled. “How bad could it be?”

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