Letting one blonde go and calling another

Tasha wouldn’t tell you any more about this apparent ‘surprise’ that Sabrina was organising for the next day. You were damn sure it wasn’t going to be another sex-fest - at least not withEmma around. But then, it was Sabrina… No, she wouldn’t.

Tasha still decided to leave with you, not wanting to stick around knowing that Iris was almost definitely going to tell Mosche about seeing the two of you kissing or after what the petite girl had almost said about her. The two of you headed outside and took a walk down the block, Tasha looping her arm with yours much like Sabrina would. In the end, you stopped and both called for an Uber, and then she grinned up at you and kissed your chin. Then she licked your lips playfully, her eyes gleaming in the streetlights.

You groaned, sliding your hands from her waist to her ass, letting your fingers slip into the back pockets of her jeans. “You’re still trying to convince me,” you said.

“No, I’d never do that,” she chuckled, then tilted her lips up a bit more to ask you for a kiss. You gladly gave it to her, slowly making out on the street corner and losing sense of time until her Uber showed up. She left you with a wink and a grin, blowing you a kiss before closing the door.

“God damn, why am I letting her drive away?” you sighed. You were hard now. But the same reasons you had to say no in the club were still true.

Your ride showed up a couple of minutes later, and you were off to the apartment.

With Iris and Mosche still at the club, you had no reason to worry about just walking into your own home - fancy that - and getting to work on packing the last of your stuff. Once you had it piled by the door of the bedroom, you looked around at all the things you were leaving behind. The stuff you’d been living around for the last four months, thinking you were occupying someone else’s space.

Who had Tommy been?

Did you even really want to know?

It felt weird that the answer was no. Learning more about the guy would make the whole thing just get more surreal. The posters on the walls, the stuff in bags in the closet. The cheap decorations, like the broken lava lamp… it all had a different tone now as you looked at it and knew the guy was dead.

The one thing you wanted to know now was how. Sabrina was right, you really should have asked earlier.

Finished with the last of the packing, you sat down on the desk chair and called Gemma.

“Hey, love,” Gemma answered on the third ring.

“God, I miss you,” you said with a smile just hearing her voice. “Still good to talk?”

“Yes,” she said and then sighed. “I miss you too. Now please expand on everything.”

You chuckled and worked her through what had been happening since you finished work. She was just as shocked at Mosche’s assumptions and weird decisions as you and Sabrina and teased you about not getting the information right away. Then you ran her through meetingEmma, and the weirdness, and Sabrina trying to manage it. You ended with Tasha’s set, and getting caught by Iris, and needing to not hook up.

“John, love of my life, you could have just gone to her place,” Gemma pointed out with a snort. “Which, saying it out loud, is fuck wild that I would be encouraging that. If Me at the start of summer was listening to this conversation she’d think I must have had a mental break sometime between then and now.”

“Well, we did make you come pretty hard a few times,” you grinned.

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” she laughed. “I am seriously hard up for you right now, love. When was the last time we went more than a day and a half without you inside me?”

“I don’t- June, maybe?” you guessed. “We had a pretty good run going.”

“I know, and the only thing I can tell myself to make me feel better is that when you’re here in December I’m going to be extra tight for you.”

“Gemma,” you groaned.

“Are you hard right now?” she asked. You could hear her horniness in her voice.

“You know I am,” you said.

“What if I told you I’m sitting outside on a tree swing, one hand pulled up into my sweater as I play with my nipple?”

“Fuck,” you grunted. Then you looked around the room. “Fuck,” you laughed. “I don’t think I can do this in this room.”

“We fucked in there so many times,” she chuckled.

“We didn’t know then,” you said.

“So go out into the living room. You said they were out, right?”

“And I don’t know when they’ll get back, and I don’t want to risk it.”

“So you’re saying you don’t want to have phone sex with me?” Gemma asked wryly.

You hesitated, not sure how to answer that question. “I... think I know what I need to do,” you finally said. “Washroom.”

“Finally he comes up with a good idea!” Gemma laughed warmly.

You crossed the quiet apartment quickly, locking yourself in the washroom and quickly undoing and kicking down your pants. “So you’re outside on a swing?”

“Mhmm,” Gemma said. “And I’m wearing your blue jumper hoodie without a bra underneath, just the way I know you like.” She was right, you did love it when she was braless but wearing just about any other shirt. Seeing her breasts move as she did was always a turn on, and being able to hug her from behind and feel them over or under her shirt… “Get your pants off for me, love,” she said quietly into the phone. “God, get that cock hard for me.”

“Won’t be tough,” you said, grasping it and giving it a few strokes. “Have I ever mentioned that I fucking love your voice?”

“Oh, yah loike moi axe-sent, huh?” Gemma said in a comedically thick Australian accent.

You snorted and shook your head. “Are we having phone sex or going to put a shrimp on the baaaahbie,” you replied.

“I want your cock in my mouth, is what I want,” Gemma said, her voice lowering again to a sexy timbre reminiscent of the way Sabrina talked in her videos. “And in my ass.”

You groaned again, your cock reaching full strength. “I want to bury my tongue in your pussy and taste your sweetness.”

“Mmmm,” Gemma moaned. “I can practically feel it. Tell me more.”

So you did.

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