The Office is Waiting...

Getting back to the office wasn’t an issue - particularly considering there was no fucking way you were sticking around the coffee shop after getting caught like that. Hell, if you and Becca hooking up in that bathroom hadn’t happened on your second-last day of work, you would have been screwed in an entirely different way - how the hell could you do the morning coffee run now? That barista knew what had been going on, recognised you, and Becca had made it extra clear.

You also had to wonder how Becca would feel about going back there - she was a brazen woman, but… come on!

Unfortunately, even a few moments longer in the coffee shop meant that when you got outside, you didn’t see her waiting, and she’d disappeared up or down the street. She already got everything she’d wanted, you assumed, and even her level of brazenness had its limits. You started getting the pics from her via text during your walk back to the office, the first one making you groan a little and stuff your phone back in your pocket so no one would see it. The streets were busy, the noon rush around the city hitting a peak as folks headed back into their office buildings.

Becks took one look at you as you entered the lobby and you could tell she snorted, covering her mouth with her hand to stop from making it too obvious to the other people in the lobby. You went to her at the front desk, leaning over it slightly. “What is it?” you asked quietly.

“John,” the gorgeous secretary said. “You look like you just got fucked.”

“What? My hair’s fine; how do I look like that?”

“It’s how you walk,” she said. “And your expression. You’re not grinning like an idiot, you get laid too much for that, but you do get a confident ‘I’m the man’ kind of vibe going on. Who did Sabrina just get you to meet up with?”

You shook your head. “It sounds like you’re telling me I’m not always The Man,” you said with a smirk, avoiding the question. Becca and Becks had only met at Gemma’s going-away dinner, but you still weren’t super thrilled at the idea of Kiss and Tell.

Becks rolled her eyes and smirked. “You’re always The Man to your little-” she cut off, giving a smile and a wave to a couple of the guys who worked on another floor of the building as they walked past, then focused back on you. “Sluts,” she finished with a wink.

That made you grin a bit, and she shooed you off before either of you said anything more, and louder, that would get you in trouble. Or tempt you into something you shouldn’t be - because Becks’ tits really did look great in that black dress she was wearing, and with all the sex you were used to you felt you could bounce back pretty damn quickly from your last quickie. And Becks sucking the taste of Becca off of you sounded hot as hell.

Down, boy, you thought. Partially at yourself, partially at your dick as it started to firm up again in your slacks. Maybe it would be good to get out of the city, back to school and have things calm down a bit. You were starting to have sex on the mind a bit too much.

Back up on your regular floor, you headed to the Intern conference room and walked in, expecting to have to try and tell Sabrina what had happened in a way that wasn’t telling Eric any details, but you found it empty. Frowning, you glanced down the two core hallways, but while there were a couple of associates walking back and forth, no Sabrina or Eric. Worried that you might have missed a summons back to Garrison’s office, you even went about halfway there so you could see down to his door, but it was closed, and the lights were off. He was still out to lunch.

Fuck, you thought. Hopefully, he didn’t show up on time and invite us out to lunch and I was already gone.

Except Sabrina would have texted you if that happened.

Frowning, you returned to the conference room and opened your laptop. Nothing there either - no emails waiting, no messages pending.

Weird.

You took a moment to check your phone, quickly skimming through Becca’s messages. The pictures you’d taken were hot, but it was the videos that were the best and made you need to suppress another groan. There was something so… strangely taboo about having a mostly-lesbian, older-than-you woman not only play up the sexual tension, but want you to fill her with your cum and film it.

‘That was fucking amazing,’ you texted her. ‘Can’t believe you said that to the Barista tho.’

‘I KNOW,’ she texted back. ‘OMG. Gemma better love these.’

‘She will,’ you assured her. ‘And it was good seeing you again before we leave, Becca. All of you :P But also just you.’

‘You’re sweet, John. Make sure to let me know if you and Sabrina are coming back to the city for something. We might not hook up, but it would still be good just to hang,’ she texted.

You sent her back an OK, 100 and Thumbs Up emoji.

She responded with a picture, clearly taken awkwardly with one hand, the phone under her desk at her work. Her tights were pulled down to her knees and she had them spread, showing off your cum leaking out of her pussy. ‘You seriously need to drain those balls more often. My thong is swamped.’

That made you almost **** on your own spit, which was a super awkward time for Sabrina and Eric to show up and look at you in confusion as they walked into the conference room.

“I’m fine,” you croaked, clearing your throat and blinking. “Where were you guys?”

“Eric decided to treat me to a sub for all my work and advice on getting him a girlfriend this summer,” Sabrina grinned.

“Least I could do,” Eric sighed and shrugged. “Where did you run off to, anyway?”

Sabrina hadn’t followed him to their usual seats and instead came around to your side of the table. As she was circling Gemma’s old spot, you quickly replied to Becca. ‘What can I say, you inspire me.’

Her only response to that was a kissy face, so you responded with one of your own and then turned to accept an actual kiss from your girlfriend - now that you and Sabrina were ‘office-official,’ a tiny amount of PDA was work-appropriate. “Was that Becca?” she asked, nodding to your phone.

“Yeah, just, uh, wrapping things up,” you said.

“Can I see?” she asked with a little grin.

You rolled your eyes but nodded, giving her your phone. Her grin broadened as she took it and went back around to her seat at the table, sitting down before starting to scroll through your recent messages with Becca. There was nothing to hide from her - hell, she’d been the one to set up the rendezvous. Her and Gemma. And the look of delight on her face, the tip of her tongue playing against her lower lip as she looked at the pictures and then busted out headphones to watch the clips, was cute as hell.

By the time she was done, and slid your phone back over to you, she was a little flushed and gave you a look that said it was going to be tough to hold off until you got home that afternoon.

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