End of the day, back to your place

Garrison hadn’t spoken with the three of you throughout the day, which was understandable considering he was focused on his case. Once the day was over, he rallied the four of you in the corridor and only did the most cursory of check-ins before telling you to be back at the courthouse for 9 AM again the next day. You’d sort of been expecting more from your mentor but kept that to yourself. For now, at least.

The first day of the trial had proven to be mostly a snoozefest. Garrison hadn’t finished presenting his case that afternoon, so he would pick up again the next morning. His witnesses were all pretty much as dry as the facts and were being used almost entirely just to enter documents into evidence by substantiating that they were real.

The boredom certainly had you thinking - did you really want to be a lawyer? But then you would remind yourself that days like this were just one small facet of what it meant to actually be a lawyer, and you could always pick a different stream of law. Hell, you could pick a speciality that wouldn’t ever bring you into a courtroom. Or one that would bring you there frequently, and on much more interesting cases. Prosecution and criminal defence were up there. Even family law, where you could really impact the lives of people in a good way.

Eric took his leave quickly as soon as Garrison dismissed you all, leaving you, Gemma and Sabrina together outside the courthouse.

“I need to go back to my place,” Gemma sighed, taking a moment to fiddle with the collar of your suit jacket. “I need to put in some more roommate time.”

“Oh, please,” you said, slipping your hands around her waist and pulling her to you. “You love spending time with Becca and Charlotte. Go have fun.”

“I do,” she smirked and gave you a peck on the lips. Then she turned and pecked Sabrina on the lips as well. “But I’d rather spend time with you two. Especially because I know what you’re going to get up to.”

“So it wasn’t just me getting horny because we were bored,” Sabrina giggled lightly, then tilted her chin up and kissed Gemma again, a little longer.

“No, it wasn’t,” Gemma smirked. “Treat him right tonight, baby.”

“Always,” Sabrina promised.

Gemma gave you one last goodbye kiss, and the three of you separated. Sabrina was coming with you to your place, and she really was feeling frisky so she ordered up an Uber and the two of you did your best to keep your hands to yourselves as you took the ride back out of downtown to your building.

It didn’t take long to head up, and after the ritual knocking procedure at the door, you entered the apartment and looked around. “Mosche?” you called out.

No answer.

“Mosche!” Sabrina yelled a little louder.

Still nothing.

You went and checked his room, poking your head in and finding it a mess but unoccupied. The washroom was also empty. You came back out towards the kitchen and living area and stutter-stepped as you found Sabrina, already stripped down to her bra and thong, darting towards you and jumping into your arms. She wrapped her arms and legs around you, kissing you fervently.

“Fuck me,” she ordered you. “God, I’m so fucking wet after daydreaming all Goddamn day, John. I don’t think it’s fucking healthy for me to have so little to do for so long.”

You laughed and carried her across the apartment towards your room, stopping to hook her shirt and skirt with your foot and flick them up to catch them. You didn’t bother with her purse, leaving it where she’d dropped it with her shoes.

Sabrina, went she wasn’t mashing her lips to yours, kissed down your neck as you carried her into your room and kicked the door shut behind you. Bringing her over to the bed, you collapsed down on top of her and began kissing your way down from her lips to her chest. She moaned happily as you did that, wriggling to get her arms behind her and undo her little bra. It was a cute piece of lingerie but did little to support her tits since there wasn’t much to support anyways. Still, when her nipples came into view, you growled and got your lips around one, teasing and sucking and tonguing it until it was nice and firm.

You lavished her with kisses and licks, tasting every part of her chest and then down her stomach. She laughed, running her hands through your hair, when you tongue-fucked her cute little belly button for a moment, and then you got down to the waistband of her thong and pulled it off of her.

“There,” you said. “All is right in the world.”

“What, me naked and you clothed?” she asked.

“Just you naked,” you smirked. “I think you’d make a pretty good nudist.”

“I think all three of us would,” Sabrina chuckled. “But only in our home. No matter how many pictures and videos we put out, I don’t think I could actually walk around a nude beach, let alone be at a nude resort or something.”

You shucked off your suit jacket as she was speaking, and started to undo your shirt buttons next. She sat up, undoing your belt and slacks. “I don’t think I’d want to do that either,” you said. “You and Gemma are mine.”

“Absolutely, totally yours,” Sabrina agreed with a grin as your slacks dropped to your ankles.

It didn’t take long for you to be as naked as your girlfriend, and only moments longer for you to be working your way inside of her.

You fucked hard and fast, Sabrina spreading one leg wide and hooking the other around your waist so that her heel was bouncing against your ass. She clung to you with her arms around your neck, and your lips brushed against each other with feather-light kisses as your breath mingled and you stared into each other’s eyes.

This wasn’t making love. This was carnal passion. Hard, fast fucking to sate the urges you’d both been building up over the day.

Your orgasm came on first, and you didn’t break eye contact with her as you continued to slam into her with your pelvis thrusts and unloaded three, four, five long spurts of cum and growled deep in your chest. She moaned, clinging to you still, her chest heaving at the feelings rolling up from her pussy. You didn’t stop thrusting though, your cock still mostly-hard, and you drove into her again and again as the squishing of your mixed juices joined the soft slapping sounds of your skin.

“Come for me, baby,” you grunted.

“I love you,” she gasped and came as her eyelids fluttered and her jaw slackened.

You were both left panting, sweaty from the fast exertion, and you ended up grabbing some robes and carrying her back across the apartment - both of you completely naked - to the bathroom. You showered, teasing each other lightly, and made out under the hot water before exiting both wrapped up in the robes. Then things got downright domestic. You did some cleaning, and Sabrina started on dinner.

Puttering around, taking moments to just enjoy each other with small kisses and touches, or just looks across the room, felt glorious. It made you think of what was to come when you moved back to university and into whatever place that Sabrina found for you. She’d taken point on that, insisting that she wanted to handle it, and you’d agreed readily since it was her money that would be paying the lion’s share of the rent.

Once you’d cleaned up around the kitchen and living room, you went to your room and fetched out the sweatpants that she’d started keeping at your place, along with one of your sweaters for her. She let you dress her, laughing as you pulled the sweats up her legs under the robe, and then raising her arms to let you put the sweater on her. Once she was dressed she kissed you warmly.

“This is perfect,” she said with a smile.

“Ditto,” you smirked happily.

The front door to the apartment opened and Mosche walked in, blinking in surprise when he looked around and saw the apartment had been cleaned again and sniffing at the air as the smells of Sabrina’s lasagna baking in the oven reached him.

“Hey guys,” he said.

“Mosche,” Sabrina said, giving him a look and pointing a wooden spoon at him. “You’ve got some ‘splaining to do.”

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