Nothing like a Bucket of Chicken on a Saturday Night

“It’s a Saturday night and we’re sitting in a KFC,” Sabrina said, gesturing with a drumstick. “This is not our sexiest moment.”

“Nope, but it’s delicious,” Gemma said, popping another popcorn chicken into her mouth and munching down on it.

“You have to admit, baby, this is definitely a nice change of pace for a once in a while, at least,” you said.

“OK, maybe,” Sabrina smirked, then took a bite of her chicken.

The three of you were dressed way down compared to how you usually went out. Gemma was in her sweatpants and a zip-up hoodie, while Sabrina was wearing one of your t-shirts and leggings. Both of them were in running shoes. You were wearing jeans and a T-shirt as well, and the only reason you were in jeans was because it was just a little too chilly for shorts late at night. Not cold by any means, but you’d wanted to wear pants.

Fast food chicken had been the eventual decision for dinner because it was within walking distance of Sabrina’s place and, as you’d been scrolling through a map of the area listing of places you could go, Gemma had mentioned that she hadn’t had it ‘in forever.’ That had been enough for the three of you to pull the trigger.

“So, I’m just saying,” Gemma said. “I won.”

“Are you sure you didn’t look at us even once?” Sabrina asked. “By accident?”

“Nope,” Gemma smirked.

“I didn’t see her looking,” you said.

“Alright, fine,” Sabrina sighed. “Filming the second one in the bedroom definitely was shooting myself in the foot though.”

“I’m thinking we give you your massage tomorrow morning, love,” you said, wiping the grease off your hands with a napkin. “Then we can meet Eric at my place in the afternoon.”

“Works for me,” Gemma said. “You ok with that, baby?”

“Yeah,” Sabrina sighed.

“Are you really that upset that I’m not getting double stuffed?” Gemma snorted. Thankfully most of the fast food joint was empty and you could talk freely. A couple of people had come in and out and ordered at the counter, but most of the folks coming in the door were drivers picking up for DoorDash or UberEats or whatever other delivery app people were using. KFC seemed to be doing a pretty brisk business even without a ton of people being in the restaurant.

“No,” Sabrina said, poking at her fries.

“So what’s with the sad puppy act?”

Sabrina snorted and smirked as she looked up. “I was trying to see if you’d offer to do it after the massage.”

You groaned and rolled your eyes, and Gemma laughed. “Maybe,” she said, then held up a hand at Sabrina’s excitement. “Maybe, love. Last time took a lot out of me, and we need to get work done that afternoon with Eric. And the last thing I need is him catching on that I’m sitting tenderly or something.”

“He wouldn’t notice at all,” Sabrina scoffed.

“How about we maybe save it for the Wednesday celebration?” you suggested. “Which, by the way, I have questions about.”

“That’s a good idea, actually. But what’s there to question?” Gemma asked.

“Are you two seriously planning on trying to hook up Tasha and Becks?” you asked. “I know I keep getting told not to worry about it, but I am.”

“It would work so perfectly,” Sabrina said. “They both want someone in their lives, right? And we think they’d get along. Becks is into big ahems, so all Tasha would need to fulfil that is the right tool for the job. Tasha needs someone who is going to treat her respectfully, but also a little nasty with kink stuff, and Becks is willing to try anything at least once.”

“Plus, then they could both come down to visit you two together at school,” Gemma said. “Making a drive like that solo wouldn’t be super fun, but together it’s just a little road trip and then they both get a piece of you for a weekend.”

“I feel like you’re forgetting Becks is bi-ish and not bi,” you said.

“OK, so we haven’t talked about it,” Gemma said. “But I think there's a pretty solid chance that’s changing. Between what she’s done with us, and wants to keep doing, and how she talks about being frustrated with the guys she’s been dating before we hooked up… I mean, I think it could work.”

“Have you thought about asking her first?” you asked.

“Yes, and I think it’s a bad idea,” Sabrina said. “I think we need to get them both in a room and properly introduced to each other. They’ve met, but they haven't had the full experience. Once the seal is broken I say they’ll be more open to it. Especially Becks. We just need to make sure Tasha uses a good-sized toy on her on Wednesday.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “You girls are the weirdest matchmakers I’ve ever heard of.”

“Just wait until we’re back at school and I’m trying to work my magic on Ollie, Brent and Paul,” Sabrina smirked. “I’ll have profiles put together for all of them and I’ll call Gemma in on consultation FaceTimes. We’ll have all three of them in committed relationships by Christmas.”

You sighed again. “Seriously. You’re crazy.”

“But you love us,” Gemma grinned.

“Truly, madly, deeply,” you said.

“Savage Garden?” Sabrina laughed. “Really?”

“It popped into my head,” you waved her off. You took a slurp of your soda and found it was almost empty so you drained it. “Alright, are we almost finished being greasy, or do you guys still have chicken to eat?”

“Almost done,” Gemma said, another couple of popcorn chicken pieces getting dipped into her sweet and sour sauce and crunched.

“These fries aren’t great,” Sabrina said, making a face.

“It’s a chicken place, not a fries place,” you said. “But you’re right.”

Gemma finished up her meal and you took the tray with the garbage away. When you got back to them Gemma had shifted to sit beside Sabrina, and they gestured for you to sit across from them in the booth.

“OK,” you said. “What’s this about?”

“Nothing,” Sabrina said.

“Well, not nothing,” Gemma said.

You pursed your lips and cocked an eyebrow.

Then Sabrina pulled up her shirt and flashed you her braless tits while Gemma unzipped her sweater and did the same. They were grinning and quickly covered themselves up again as they were snickering.

“Really?” you laughed.

“We just really like the look on your face when we do that,” Sabrina grinned.

“Especially when it’s semi-public and you aren’t expecting it,” Gemma said. Then she leaned forward and took your hand. “We can go home now, love. We just wanted to make you smile.”

“Well, you succeeded,” you said. “Come on, my little freaks. We’ve got more work to do.”

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