Final Moments of Holiday

Again, the walk down to the beach from the Air B&B was amazingly calm. Despite the early heat the three of you were able to catch the soft breezes winding through the town coming off of the ocean, and it was refreshing as hell. You could see yourselves living in a town like this in the future, though you weren’t sure when. Most good Lawyer jobs weren’t going to be located in a smaller holiday town, but maybe when you were older and established.

The town was technically open, but it seemed like it was a ‘day of rest’ for the main stretch on the beachfront - all of the touristy shops were closed up after a long weekend. There were some people out on the beach but not nearly as many as during the weekend. The three of you took a meandering walk down the beachfront, the girls giggling as you passed by the area where you had fucked the night before. The shop where Mallory worked was closed up, and while you could see some movement inside you figured it was workers doing inventory or something so you didn’t go try and knock.

Instead, taking a rest on a bench and looking out at the ocean as the breeze ruffled both girls’ hair, Gemma texted Mallory. A few minutes later her phone pinged with a text, and she burst out laughing when she checked it.

“What is it?” Sabrina asked.

Gemma showed Sabrina first, and your brunette girlfriend got a naughty smile on her face before handing you the phone. Mallory’s response had been a photo of her from the chest up, and based on the angle of her tits she was laying on her back. Her naked breasts were covered with a load of cum, and her hair was messed up.

Mallory: Hubby was inspired by the story last night, and the photos this morning. Thanks for doing that for us!

You chuckled as well, still not entirely comfortable with Gemma’s faceless photos being sent to someone else, but considering Sabrina’s OF activities it wasn’t like it was any more revealing than all the things you’d done with her on there. And Mallory had more than reciprocated - even if you never met her husband, you felt like you owed him for saying yes to her to begin with.

Gemma took back the phone and texted back, and soon you had the update that things were all good with Mallory’s husband, but her daughter Chelsea was still acting weirded out. Mallory was having fun with it though, egging her daughter on a bit to show the hypocrisy.

The walk back from the beachfront was a little melancholic, as was packing the car to leave. You still couldn’t believe Sabrina had rented the car she did.

You both took turns driving back, taking some slower side routes and seeing a bit more of the countryside before getting back to the city. Gemma talked about needing to take a road trip in Australia some time, and you and Sabrina agreed that had to happen when it could.

You dropped Gemma off at her place first, both you and Sabrina getting big kisses goodbye, and then drove to your place and Sabrina took over the driver’s seat to go return the car.

“Sabrina,” you said, hugging her around the waist as you leaned against the hood of the car as it was pulled up in front of your building. “Thank you.”

“Thank you, baby,” Sabrina smiled up at you.

“No, I mean it,” you said, looking down into her eyes. “This weekend. The car. The extra days at the rental place. It was a big expense that Gemma and I couldn’t really afford without you.”

“Shush, John,” Sabrina said, going to her tiptoes to kiss you softly. “You are as much a part of my platform as I am now. I was doing OK before you. Now, with you involved on and off camera, and Gemma helping off camera too, it’s booming. I feel like I should be treating you more than this, not less.”

You sighed, leaning down to nuzzle her nose with yours before pecking her lips. “Still,” you said. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said.

When you headed up to your apartment, you stopped at the door before going in but after you had already unlocked the front door. You’d been away since Thursday night - you had no idea what Mosche had been getting up to since then. Or Tasha. Or both.

You knocked loudly. Then knocked again. Without any sound or answer from inside, you entered the apartment and looked around. There wasn’t anyone around at the moment unless they were asleep in Mosche’s room. The place looked a little messy, which was to say it was the same level of cleanliness as it was usually kept. You did see a pair of panties lying spread on the arm of the couch, which was a little weird, but they definitely weren’t Gemma’s or Sabrina’s so you assumed they belonged to Tasha. You went and dropped your bag in your room, cringing a little at the mess in there, and then went and got a drink from the kitchen.

It was quiet. And not a peaceful kind of quiet like you thought you might have wanted after a long weekend of friends, fun, sun, and sex.

It was lonely quiet.

With a sigh, you headed to your room and started to clean and sort through things. It was weird, living in a place for four months that someone else lived in the other 8 months of the year. You were living around another person’s life. Mosche’s regular roommate hadn’t left anything valuable or anything, but you were getting tired of living out of luggage and duffel bags.

By the time it was dinner time, you hadn’t heard from Mosche but you’d finished a load of laundry down in the basement of the building and had gotten things as tidy in your room as you could manage. You were on a roll and you had even tackled cleaning the washroom, which you were sure Gemma, Sabrina and Tasha would all appreciate, and were now working on the kitchen when there was a knock on the door.

“Nothing weird going on, Mosche,” you called.

There was another knock on the door, which made you frown. Had he forgotten his keys?

You went and opened the door, and Sabrina and Gemma were standing there. Gemma was holding a pizza box and Sabrina was holding a six-pack of beer.

“We both didn’t want to sleep without you tonight,” Gemma said.

“Mind if we crash with you for the night, baby?” Sabrina asked.

You managed to not start tearing up at the swell of love in your chest.

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