Your Last Solo Date with Gemma begins

The first part of the date - the one that you’d come up with prior to Becks’ involvement, kept a smile on Gemma’s face. She might not have been able to make any big purchases, but browsing the big Flea Market for a couple of hours was still fun. You walked hand-in-hand down the long aisles, looking into booths that were alternately filled with antiques, speciality goods and farmer’s market-style produce. It also gave her a chance to dicker and negotiate, which she loved. You ended up buying an old, gilded picture frame that thankfully fit in her purse, and which she intended to put a picture of the two of you and Sabrina to take home with her, along with a set of speciality ‘definit not Lego’ minifigures customized to look like you, Gemma and Sabrina.

The browsing also just gave the two of you time to laugh, make mooning eyes at each other, and chat about all the silly things going on. Gemma told you a bit more about her college friends, which hadn’t been a major topic of conversation. Most of her time in the past few years had been focused on her Ex, and she regretted that and wanted to make sure she had a better social circle for her final year. The people were there, she just needed to tighten up relationships to go from ‘friendly’ to ‘friend.’

After the Flea Market came a brief walk through the Gardens, a super-manicured part of the city that was attached to an old castle-like building from the early 1900s that was now a museum - neither of you was particularly interested in getting out of the sun so you enjoyed the grounds without paying for a ticket to go inside, and cuddled for a bit on one of the shaded benches under an old oak tree.

Then came dinner at a nice steakhouse, and you and Gemma might not have been the most dressed up in the room, but you definitely thought she was the most beautiful and let her know it every chance you got.

It was right after the appetizer plates had been taken away, an order of cheesy garlic bread having been devoured between the two of you, that you almost jumped out of your seat when a foot ran up your leg. The feeling was something you were used to now, but it was always Sabrina doing that move.

Gemma laughed, covering her mouth with a hand as her eyes sparkled playfully. “Sorry,” she said. “I was just thinking that it’s not really fair that Sabrina and I get to do… things in a place like this and you can’t.”

“Little harder for me to make that work,” you said, surreptitiously reaching under the table and finding her foot with one hand. She’d kicked off her shoe and you interlaced your fingers with her toes, making her snicker a little and bite her lip to stop from giggling.

“Do you want to try?” Gemma asked, biting her lip. “Because I want you, love. Right now. You could seriously slide right the fuck in, I’m so ready for you.”

You groaned softly, your thumb running across the bottom of her foot. “How would we make it work?”

“I’ll go to the bathroom first,” Gemma said. “And scout it out. If I think it can work, I’ll text you. Then you come to me, we fuck like rabbits for a couple of minutes, then we’re back out here having had an appetizer after our appetizer.”

You groaned again, already hard. “OK,” you said, throwing caution to the wind.

She bit her lip in nervous excitement and glanced around the restaurant before grabbing her purse and leaving the table. You sat alone for a long minute, trying to figure out how the fuck you were going to walk casually through the winding route to the washrooms near the back of the fancy-ish place with your cock tenting your slacks.

Gemma’s text came through, and it started with a frowning emoji.

‘:( Too open, won’t work.’

“Fuck,” you sighed yourself.

Then a picture came through, from Gemma. She was sitting on a toilet, her dress pulled up and her legs spread, showing off a pair of crotchless red panties through which her pretty labia were clearly visible. She was spreading them slightly with two fingers on one hand, showing exactly how wet and ready she was.

‘God I want you.’ She sent.

You had to grind your teeth to stop from groaning.

‘Is this payback for not telling you the date plans?’ you replied.

She replied with a trio of crying-laughing emojis, but they came through as she was already coming back from the washrooms.

“Sorry, love,” she said as she sat down. “I guess we have to wait until later.”

“I might need to find a spot for a quickie,” you said. “I don’t know if I can manage getting through the rest of tonight’s plans without it.”

“And what are the rest of tonight’s plans?” she asked innocently.

You gave her a look that made her laugh, knowing full well that you weren’t going to spill the beans now.

Your entrees showed up, and the two of you dug into the meal and tried to cycle the conversation back away from sex since you were both suffering a little. That worked for most of the meal until you started getting pictures sent to both of you from Sabrina.

She, Tasha and Becks were at the mall, and based on the pictures they had enjoyed their movie-and-dinner meet-up because they were trying on bikinis in the same stall. And flashing the camera.

“Sluts,” Gemma chuckled lightly after a particularly hot one where Tasha had the cups of a bikini top pulled to the side, revealing both tits only for each of her nipples to be getting kissed by Sabrinna and Becks as she made a fake shocked face.

“Should we tell them to stop and have their own fun so we can have ours?” you asked with a smirk.

“Nah,” Gemma said after a moment. “I want the pictures for memories, and it’s part of their fun to send it to us. The real question is what happens when the pictures stop.”

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