Sunday, Sunday, Sunday

Sunday was a slow day, at least in terms of how you and your girlfriends seemed to run through your lives. You had a lazy morning in bed snuggling with the girls, then got yourself up and went to the kitchen. Gemma’s apartment was quiet even though the microwave clock was declaring that it was 10 AM. Shaking your head, you opened the fridge and started digging for breakfast materials.

The first person to show up, following the smells coming from the frying pan full of bacon, was Becca. She was dressed in panties and a crop top, her boyishly short hair smeared up in a cowlick on one side and her eyes revealing that she was definitely suffering the effects of a hangover.

“Morning,” she muttered, shuffling past you and snagging a piece of bacon from the plate of cooling strips as she headed for the fridge. She also gave you a smack on the ass as she passed, so when she bent over to fish a Gatorade out of the bottom drawer of the fridge you decided to pay her back with a smack of her own. Her ass, upturned as she bent at the waist, provided a perfect target. You couldn’t say that it was as nice an ass as any of the other women you’d been intimate with (and given a spank to); Becca was feminine without being curvy or thin. She also wasn’t stocky, she was just sort of fit in a squarish way, her hips matching her broad shoulders. When you smacked her ass, her cheek rippled nicely though and she barked a laugh into the fridge, then winced as she stood up. “Careful, John,” she said. “Do that again and I might call you Daddy and start asking for another.”

You smirked, knowing that she was teasing you with what she’d heard through the walls before. “I’ll smack your ass all day if you deserve it,” you said. “But for now, how about you go wake up our girls? I should have the eggs done in a few minutes.”

“M’kay,” she said, peeling the seal off of the inside lip of the Gatorade and then lifting it to take a drink. She sighed heavily as she lowered the bottle, already half empty, and she looked you up and down again. You were dressed in shorts and a T-shirt you had left at Gemma’s before. “You looked good last night,” she said. “Good thing you’re gonna be a lawyer, you can wear suits more often.”

“You looked pretty fantastic yourself,” you said. “You make that dress look great.”

“Thanks,” she grinned. Then she set down her Gatorade and quickly pulled off her crop top, her bare tits bouncing a little as she grinned at you. “I just realized we’re breaking tradition if one of us doesn’t flash the other.”

“I think technically we both need to flash each other,” you said.

“So get your cock out,” Becca said, wiggling her eyebrows.

You sighed and glanced at the hall outside the kitchen, then quickly lowered your shorts. You weren’t wearing any underwear and your cock flopped out briefly before you covered it up again.

“Aww, you didn’t need to put him away,” Becca teased. “I know me and the girls wouldn’t mind if he hung around for breakfast.”

“Yeah, well, you might want to reconsider,” you said. “Lucy is here, and we heard her with a guy in her room last night.”

“Ugh,” Becca sighed, reaching for her top and pulling it back on. “You know, you’re not the only one who’s going to miss Gemma when she leaves, right? I’m going to need to find a new roommate to help balance out McBitchface. For some reason I doubt she’s going to mellow out once you all leave the city.”

“Sorry,” you said with a grimace. Lucy had reportedly been an OK, if snobby, roommate before your reunion.

Fully covered again, Becca reached around you to snag another piece of bacon. As she did that you reached up and slid your hand under her shirt, palming her tit. She froze, biting her lip as her eyes got a little big while you found her stubby little nipple and gave it a little pinch.

“What?” you asked with a smile.

“Is that allowed?” she asked.

“That depends on if you’re OK with it or not, but I’m pretty sure you are.”

“Oh, I am,” she said. “You. Sabrina. Gemma. A little grabass or titty is all in good fun, as long as they are OK with it.”

“I’ll make sure to let them know,” you said, giving her boob one last squeeze before letting it go. “I just wanted to let you know that if you keep teasing me, things are going to escalate.”

“All I’m waiting for is escalation,” she smirked.

She left you in the kitchen, and a few minutes later all four of the girls trudged in and sat down at the table. No one looked particularly chipper, but you’d made a big pot of coffee and lots of eggs, bacon and toast and soon everyone was sitting and chatting, comparing their nights. Becca traded little grins with Sabrina and Gemma, so you assumed she’d already told them about the grabass games you’d played with her and they had approved.

Partway through breakfast, you heard Lucy sending off whatever guy she’d had in her room and then trudging down the hallway into the kitchen. She stopped when she saw you, pulling her robe tighter around herself.

“He made the breakfast, and there's enough for you,” Becca said. “So stop acting like a cunt.”

Lucy dropped her jaw in shock.

“Mm, like that,” Gemma nodded. “That’s an appropriate use as per Aussie rules.”

“I thought so,” Becca smirked. The conversation that had been happening right before Lucy had shown up had actually been about Aussie slang and the appropriate use of the word ‘cunt.’

Lucy, for her part, snapped her jaw shut and came and got a plate, sitting at the opposite end of the table from you as she picked away at it, too hungry to deny the food.

You all scattered afterwards, Becca and Charlotte offering to clean up. That left you, Gemma and Sabrina to finish off the morning cleaning up Gemma’s room. Then you left, heading out to Sabrina's place to do the same thing. After getting the apartment clean, Sabrina put in some time managing her OnlyFans account while you and Gemma did some more work on the mock trial material before heading out to do groceries for Sabrina and coming back to make dinner.

After dinner was some cuddle time on Sabrina’s bed, just talking and making sure you were all still good, and comparing thoughts on the mock trial. None of you could decide what to do about telling Eric about Lucy, and you struggled to decide how much to push or help Mosche. Eventually the three of you needed to split up and head back to your own places, despite having every desire not to.

You had Court in the morning.

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