A Night with your Girls

Sometimes you felt like maybe your brain was getting trained to be too used to weird and wild shit happening. Your entire summer - well, three months of it - had been a rollercoaster of emotions, confrontations, new friends, and sex.

So much sex.

The problem was that, for most people most of the time, life wasn’t like that. Your life hadn’t been like that before that summer. So when the end of the work day came around after a quiet afternoon slowly working your way through the backlog of data entry and categorisation and keyword searches in scanned documents, it felt… anti-climactic. Your second-to-last day of work ended with a bit of a whimper.

Which wasn’t really fair, considering your day had started with amazing morning sex with Amanda, you and Sabrina getting outed at work as a couple, and then your hookup with Becca over lunch. It had already been a busy, chaotic day.

And yet, leaving the office with Sabrina and Eric and splitting up to catch the bus as you and Sabrina walked arm-in-arm, you had a weird sense of expectation.

You and Sabrina rode the bus home, sitting together, chatting quietly about nothing and everything since the bus was pretty packed. Nothing dirty - anyone nearby would easily overhear anything you said. Nothing about her OnlyFans account or what nasty things you were going to do to each other. Just going over your plans for moving back to school on Friday. She’d secured a nice condo earlier that month for the two of you, far enough from the University campus that you weren’t going to be dealing with drunk first-years stumbling by your place to get back to their dorms, but close enough to still be just a short walk so you wouldn’t be dealing with public transit to get to class, or need a car. You had also booked a uHaul rental van so the two of you could pack all your summer luggage up - including all the new filming gear Sabrina had accumulated over the summer - and drive down together instead of needing to be picked up by a parent or something.

Friday felt so far away still, and yet so close. One more day of work. Two nights.

When you got home, Sabrina did a very Sabrina thing - as soon as the door was closed, she was getting naked. Instead of joining her immediately, you leaned back against the closed front door and watched her, enjoying the view of the sexy little body as she revealed it quickly, tossing her clothes towards the couch in the living room in a rough pile until she was down to just her thong.

“God, I love you,” you told her when she finally looked back over her shoulder, surprised you weren’t doing the same.

“I dunno,” she said with a playful smirk. “Sometimes I wonder. Especially when you don’t take a hint.”

You laughed and went to her, picking her up by the waist and lifting her into a kiss. She wrapped her legs around you, clinging tight as she deepened it, and you slid your hands to support her by her cute, tight little butt.

“Mmmm,” she groaned, slowly pulling her tongue from your lips and eventually breaking off the kiss entirely. She tossed her head, flipping her long dark hair out of her face, and looked you deep in the eyes. “Never mind,” she said. “I don’t wonder at all. I know you love me.”

“I do,” you said with a smile. “And I love you, too.”

“You do,” she grinned. “Now take me to bed and rail me while you tell me all about what happened at the coffee shop.”

“Hey, you guys,” Gemma said, waving through the video chat.

“Bay-beeee,” Sabrina said, leaning close to the tablet and making kissy faces. “Oh my God, your hair looks great.”

“Thanks,” Gemma laughed, running her hands through it. She’d gotten it recoloured - at the start of the summer it had been a silvery blonde, but over the last four months that had darkened closer to her more natural bright blonde and now she’d gone back to the more bright silver. “It needed a cut badly, and I had to reconnect with my stylist here after a whole year away.”

“It looks great, Gemma,” you said, smiling warmly.

“Thanks, love,” Gemma grinned, then that grin turned to a smirk as she bundled her hair up with both hands into a ponytail and turned her head as she held it in a fist. “Still more than enough to hold onto, too,” she chuckled wickedly.

That made you groan and laugh, and Sabrina snickered. “He might have been doing that with me a little earlier.”

“Lucky cunt,” Gemma sighed, smiling and shaking her head. Her accent, which had never really felt like it wasn’t full-on to you, was sounding a bit stronger now that she’d been back home in Australia for a week. Not crazy like some backwoods mumbler - which all countries had their versions of - but definitely with a bit more of the classic twang. Her casual use of ‘cunt’ was the most telling that she was sliding back into a slightly different cultural attitude, though.

“Did Becca send you the stuff from today?” you asked. “Because it was a bit of a shock for me.”

Gemma snorted and stuck out her tongue through her grin. “She did. I woke up to a very nice package of messages. You definitely gave it to her good.”

“You totally masturbated to them,” Sabrina laughed.

“I totally did,” Gemma shrugged. “God, I miss you guys so much.”

“We miss you too,” Sabrina said, pouting with her lower lip.

The three of you chatted a while, talking about everything that had been going on and re-covering territory that had only really been discussed in text. Gemma had also woken up to texts about you and Sabrina being ‘outed’ at work as a couple, and possible implications for the lawsuit, so she wanted to talk through that. You and Sabrina wanted to know more about what was going on with her, and if she felt ready for her next internship. It was still weird, even if you understood intellectually that Australia was currently still in their winter months - it wasn’t freezing by any means, but Gemma wasn’t wearing a bikini down at the beach every day. She did send you a picture of her and Birdy in their wetsuits, though.

“Sexy,” Sabrina grinned. “Just think - one little hole in the crotch, and John sees it and tears it open wider, and then he fucks you-”

“You bitch,” Gemma started laughing. “Stop it, you’ll get me horny all over again and I can’t have him. Or you.”

“That’s true,” you said, leaning forward and letting out a breath as you shook your head. “But you could play Director Gemma again for us.”

“Oooh,” Sabrina said, her eyes lighting up.

Gemma rolled her eyes, her cheeks tight, her grin was so wide. “Fine,” she said. “First things first, you two need to get naked.”

“Yes, Madam Director,” Sabrina snickered, pulling the shirt - your shirt - up over her head and revealing she was naked underneath.

“Sorry, I’m a method actor,” you said. “I need to know what my motivation is, and everyone else on set needs to be naked too.”

“Your motivation is making your girlfriends moan your name as they orgasm,” Gemma smirked as she started pulling off her own shit - one of your hoodies that she’d taken with her. “And that’s definitely a rule to stick to. Now get naked.”

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