Post-Post-Win Coitus Clarity

“I’m surprised you didn’t save all that until tomorrow,” you panted slowly.

You were covered in sweat, your chest rising and falling like an old-fashioned bellows. Sabrina was face down on the bed, a pillow propping up her hips. Her butt cheeks were a bright, angry red except for where a blooming hickey had already turned a darker purple. Gemma was lying across the head of the bed above Sabrina, on her side as she slowly stroked Sabrina’s hair. They were both covered in sweat as well, though Sabrina likely also had Gemma’s taste all over her from earlier.

“Didn’t- want- get- distracted-” Sabrina panted.

“You took it so well, baby,” Gemma cooed softly with a little smirk on her lips. “And you came so much.”

“I might need to buy a whole new mattress before I leave,” you said and then chuckled. Sabrina had squirted… a lot. The combination of plundering her tight little butt, mauling her ass cheeks with your hands, and Gemma **** her had pushed the brunette into overdrive. Gemma had gotten hers as well, having demanded some time for her own ass in the midst of things.

It might not have been the most frantic, sweaty, tiring threesome you’d ever had, but it was close.

“M’feel good,” Sabrina muttered, wiggling her butt a little in the air.

“You little kink,” Gemma laughed.

It took the three of you another ten minutes before you got up. The Chinese food was waiting on the table out in the main area of the apartment for you, Gemma having answered the door mid-sex session by throwing on your housecoat and wiping her mouth. It could wait a little longer, however, as the three of you crammed into the shower and scrubbed each other clean - and despite everything you’d just done with them, you still delighted in the little things. Palming their tits with a soapy hand, or caressing their hips. Meeting them in a little kiss, or seeing them kiss each other. Drying off was much the same, and after you scouted to make sure Mosche still hadn’t come home yet, the three of you ran back to your room to get dressed. Gemma put her sweatpants back on along with one of your T-shirts, gloriously braless underneath, while Sabrina put on a pair of her cotton shorts she’d left at your place at some point along with a tank top of Gemma’s. It was big on her, leaving a risk of a nip slip, but neither you nor Gemma would have minded.

You reheated the Chinese food, leaving out leftovers for Mosche, while the girls stripped your sheets and Febreezed the room to try and help get rid of the sex smell, before you all crashed on the couch in the living area.

“M’kay,” Sabrina said around her first big bite of lo mein. “I want to circle back on our conversation from earlier.”

“Which one?” you asked.

“About ‘working’ with other people,” she said and then focused on Gemma. “It’s a boundary adjustment to what we’d talked about, so I want to make sure we’re all on the same page.”

“That makes sense,” Gemma said, then rolled her neck until it let out a pop and sighed. “OK, so the last time we settled things, on the Relationship front we decided that we were OKing specific women to bring into our bed. Becks and Tasha are open to be played with, Becca when the time is right, and we followed ‘the code’ or whatever for setting up something with Amanda and Maeve for later this week. We don’t need to change anything there. I just know that, if you guys are going to keep making content for the OnlyFans page while I’m back home, you can’t just do stuff with Becks every couple of months when you visit her or she visits you. And I can’t exactly meet and OK someone else while I’m halfway across the world.”

“OK, but we don’t have to work with other people if you’re not comfortable with that,” Sabrina said quickly.

“Not if you want to maximise revenue through the year,” Gemma said. “I mean, you’re going to have to stop eventually, right? Either sometime in law school or right after because we’ll get too busy doing our actual life stuff. But if the legitimate goal is to try and pay for all of us to go to law school, and fund our living, and maybe have a nice vacation and all the other stuff- Well, it doesn’t make sense from a business perspective for me to put a barrier up.”

“Actually,” you said. “It does. Because the business is only important if you’re OK with it.”

“I would delete the account today if you wanted me to,” Sabrina said earnestly, reaching over and taking Gemma’s hand as she looked at her with big eyes.

“I’m not asking for that,” Gemma shook her head. She sighed. “It’s- Sometimes it doesn’t feel real to me still, but I’ve wrapped my head around it and thought about it and I’m not bothered by it. Especially because John is helping, and you guys are taking more precautions. As long as you two are still being careful, I’m OK with you working with other girls who you know are going to respect your privacy. Both of you. And if that starts with FitNelli, then it starts with her. Or someone else. I’m OK with it.”

“You’re sure?” you asked.

“I’m sure,” she nodded.

“OK,” Sabrina said. “Then that’s the adjustment. I need to make sure anyone new we potentially work with is super professional - I’ll gather references and everything. And have NDA contracts done up too. And on the relationship side, we still need to talk about someone hopping into bed with us.”

“Other than Becks or Tasha,” Gemma said. “Seriously, if they want to come visit you guys when you're back in school, I’m fine with that.”

“What about you?” Sabrina asked. “When you’re back home, do you want the ability to maybe hook up with a girl?”

Gemma shook her head with a laugh. “No, definitely not,” she said. “I went my whole life before this summer not being interested in girls at all. I can last eight months.”

Sabrina scoffed. “Guess I’m just not tasty enough to get you addicted to pussy.”

You snorted, and Gemma grabbed Sabrina’s face and gave her a kiss. “I’m addicted to your pussy, baby,” she said.

“Thank you,” Sabrina grinned. “So… we’ve got a fivesome tomorrow.”

“And one the next day,” Gemma pointed out.

“A reasonable person would say we should probably call it for the night,” you said.

The girls looked at each other and slowly started to grin.

You groaned and then started to laugh. It was going to be a long night.

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