Starting a New Week

Monday morning you all had to get dressed at Sabrina’s. You probably shouldn’t have spent the entire weekend together, but it had happened. Saturday night you’d gone to the movies and done a double-feature and then crashed at Gemma’s. Sunday had been another lazy day, a late brunch, and then we went to the mall and just did some window shopping. Well, mostly window shopping - the girls ended up buying new lingerie and that’s how you ended up back at Sabrina’s for a mini fashion show.

Getting ready for work in the morning with both of them, sharing one tiny bathroom, was a bit of chaos. There wasn’t enough room, and the three of you worked on slightly different rhythms in the morning, and it was a mess.

And you loved it.

Sitting on the bus with both of them, trading smiles and flirty looks between us, made you fucking happy.

Trying not to be too obvious about your relationship, Sabrina ended up heading into the office a couple of minutes before you and Gemma as you went to fetch the coffee for Gemma’s day of the coffee run.

“Have I mentioned I love you?” Gemma asked as you were standing in line.

“Mmm, today?” you asked. “Maybe just once.”

“Well, I do,” she said with a smile. You were holding hands and she was smiling up at you.

“I love you too,” you said, leaning down to give her a peck on the lips.

And then something weird happened - Gemma looked away and blinked a few times, and then took a breath, and one big fat tear rolled down her cheek.

“Hey, whoa,” you said, letting go of her hand to wrap your arm around her shoulder. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing,” she said. “I just- I started my period this morning so I’m feeling a little off, and that kiss just made me really sad because I need to go back home soon and I won’t be able to kiss you like that every day.”

“We’ve still got almost two months,” you reminded her.

“Almost,” Gemma said. “And soon that’ll be a month and a half, and then just a month. I’m just- John, I’m really happy right now. My semesters abroad were fun enough and helped me get over my ex, but this summer… you and Sabrina are a change in my life that I don’t want to lose. I don’t want a clock on Us.”

“There isn’t,” you assured her. “There’s a clock on this summer, but not on us. I love you, and that will never change.”

“God, get a fuckin’ room or order,” said a greasy-looking teenager from behind us.

That made Gemma snort hard at the absurdity of how melodramatic you were being, and she wiped her tears away as you rattled off the morning coffee order from your phone for the barista. You made sure to buy a doughnut with some whipped cream piled on top especially for Gemma.

“Um, Gemma, you’ve got something…” Becks said as we entered the office building.

“Hmm?” Gemma asked, giving Becks an oblivious look.

“You’ve got something white right here,” Becks said, tapping the corner of her own lips to indicate it to Gemma.

“Oh!” Gemma laughed, then wiped the spot with her fingers and looked at it before sucking it into her mouth. “Mmm! That’s just cum, no worries.”

The look on Beck's face was priceless.

Thankfully no one else had been in the lobby or Gemma wouldn’t have gotten away with the prank. She burst out laughing, waving her hands. “It’s just whipped cream,” she assured Becks.

Beck actually blew out a long breath before she could laugh as well. “Jesus, girl, you had me worried there for a second.”

“What, that I’ve become a total whore for my boyfriend?” Gemma teased.

“No, for John,” Becks said, gesturing to me. “If his cum is coming out whipped and puffy like that, there might be something seriously wrong with him.”

“Everything’s working perfectly fine down there, no need to worry,” you said.

“Very fine,” Gemma agreed, shooting Becks a wink.

“OK, you two,” Becks said. “You’re going to get me into trouble if you don’t move it.”

“Hah! We got her,” Gemma laughed.

You left Becks laughing to herself and upstairs Sabrina giggled when you told her the story.

“But where’s my doughnut?” she then asked.

“I didn’t get you one,” you said.

“Why not?” Sabrina asked, looking slightly hurt.

“Because only Good Girls get treats,” Gemma teased, lowering her voice to make sure no one else could hear the sexual innuendo. Eric and Andy hadn’t arrived yet, but there were other folks around the office.

Sabrina shot you both a horny look, but you rolled your eyes and shook your head. “That’s not the reason at all,” you said. “It’s because I got you a cookie.” You produced a big oatmeal chocolate chip cookie from your bag - it was probably the size of Sabrina’s entire face and was too big to fit in one of the coffee shop boxes, so it was just wrapped in saran wrap.

“Oh. My. God,” Sabrina said, her eyes lighting up and her jaw dropping. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s all yours,” you said, handing it to her. Then you leaned in. “My Good Girl.”

Sabrina shot you another horny look as she bit her lip. “Thank you, Daddy,” she said quietly with a little grin.

A little later when Garrison came into the conference room he did a full on double-take when he noticed Sabrina slowly munching on the edge of the gigantic cookie as she was working, looking all the world like a squirrel with a giant walnut or something. The look on his face made you laugh, which then got Gemma snickering and trying to suppress it, but that just made Garrison laugh, shaking his head and leaving without even telling you what he had come in for in the first place. It took him almost an hour to realize that and come back.

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