Spend the night with Sabrina

There’s only so many times you can deny her before your willpower crumbles. The look into her eyes, they are no longer clouded with lust. It appears she is asking for your company, not your body. Having blown your load more than once this evening, you doubt she’ll be getting much more than that anyways.

“Let’s go to bed,” you answer her. She smiles brighter. You lead her by the hand into your bedroom. This is not the way you would have imagined taking your schoolmate to your room, but before now you had never thought it was a possibility. Hand in hand you guide your female companion into your bed. She climbs in, over the sheets.

You take one long look at the bare skinned babe laying on your bed. She lays on her side and rests her head in her hand, giving you a centerfold pose and smiles. With the both of you already naked, there really isn’t much for you to do except kill the lights and lay down beside her. You gradually raise your hand to hit the switch and grudgingly turn out the lights.

In the dark, you can hear the young woman’s giggle as you join her in bed. The sheets rustle around a bit as you feel them going over you. You also feel Sabrina’s petite frame snuggle up against yours, small spoon to your big spoon. She cradles her head on your shoulder and sighs softly.

A cool breeze rustles through the room, blowing the warm air aside and letting you two rest in comfort. You can smell Sabrina’s sweet scent as you rest your head next to hers, breathing down the nape of her neck. She takes your arm and wraps it around herself like a blanket.

“Goodnight, John,” she says quietly.

“Goodnight, Sabrina,” you reply.

It goes silent. After a while you drift off into dream land, recollecting the day’s events like some wild wet dream. Before you know it, the sun is hitting your eyes to tell you that it’s morning.

You get up and look around, wondering if it was all a dream. The bed is empty and there is no sign of Sabrina anywhere! You hop out of bed and wander around the apartment. You’re all alone. There’s no sign of the girls coming over last night, was it really all a dream?

Dismayed, you quickly load up your computer. If it was a dream, you wouldn’t have the videos on there. You wait impatiently for the machine to boot up. Finally, you click around and to your relief and elation, they’re all there! You scroll through clip after clip of adult situations and morally deviant sex acts. It wasn’t a dream after all!

You check your phone. Sabrina texted you: Hey, John, I wanted to go home to change before going to work today and I didn’t want to wake you so early. I’ll see you there! (Kisses Emoji)

She must not want to come into work with the same clothes as yesterday and cause the rumor mill to start churning. That makes sense. She still wants to keep work life and her side hustle separate, but that leaves you questioning how the two of you are going to handle both sides of this.

You text her back: Hey, Sabrina, just got up. Thanks for the extra time for sleep. What did you want to do with the videos and stuff we took yesterday?

The dots blink on the reply caption and you wait for the reply to send. Sabrina must be thinking hard about it because she is taking her time writing something out. Finally, you get the response:

Sabrina: Let’s do short teases before showing the full video and hype up the collab. Also, when you get to work, can we not talk about any of the Onlyfans stuff there?

You: Of course! Want to get together after work to go into it more?

Sabrina: Sure!