Busy Work Week

You didn’t leave the office until almost 8 PM, since dinner had been provided. Andy left right after the pizza got demolished, but Eric stuck around and between you, him and Gemma you got everything caught up in terms of the work the Associates had dropped on you that day. There was always the big backlog of makework that was meant to fill any time you had free, but there was a lot less pressure on that stuff. The three of you started reviewing the general notes from the Mock Trial in the last hour before calling it quits.

As Eric headed off for his place, you, Gemma and Sabrina lingered a bit and then decided to hit a pub for a couple of drinks. That, of course, led to some footsie under the table, and the three of you stumbled into bed at Gemma’s place since you all had clean clothes stashed there at the moment.

Then the next day you did it all again. Sabrina worked the Mock Trial docs in the morning, then joined you in shovelling through the fresh batch of work from the Associates in the afternoon. The ‘mystery dinner delivery’ that night was from a Thai place. At the end of the night you even invited Eric out for a quick drink, since he stuck around for all the extra work again too, and then the girls rendezvoused with you back at your place after picking up clothes for the next day.

Friday was much the same. You were leaving work more tired than you had before, but also feeling strangely more fulfilled. Eric invited the three of you out to the club, but you begged off; you and Gemma had a ‘date’ and Sabrina had a ‘family thing.’ You wished him well on his night out.

“Becks wants to know if she should bring anything special other than a hot set of lingerie,” Gemma said quietly while the three of you rode the bus. It was well after rush hour, but the city nightlife meant that the bus was still about half-full.

“Just her cute ass,” Sabrina smirked. “Unless you want to see her dressed up in a costume, baby?”

“No,” you chuckled. “Well, I mean, yeah, but no I don’t need anything like that.”

Both of your girlfriends got quiet after a meaningful glance at each other, and then they were both on their phones.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Nothing,” Gemma said.

“A surprise,” Sabrina mumbled at the same time.

“A nothing surprise,” you sighed. “Great. My favourite.”

You arrived at Sabrina’s place and within minutes you were balls deep inside of her as you pounded her into her bed. Becks arrived sometime during that first go and you heard Gemma talking to her out in the living room, loudly proclaiming that Sabrina was such a horny little brat that she couldn’t wait like a good host.

Afterwards, as you cuddled with your brunette girlfriend under the covers for a hot minute as you both came down, Sabrina turned in your arms and kissed. “You know I love you, right?” she asked.

“Of course I do,” you said softly. “What makes you ask that?”

“I just…” she paused, biting her lip as she looked at your face like she was examining your features. “Sometimes I worry that maybe I… I don’t know.”

“Tell me, baby,” you encouraged her.

“Sometimes I worry if I focus too much on sex,” she said. “Like, we have sex a lot. It feels like the main thing we do, and even if we do have sex as part of our side hustle, I still worry that I’m doing something wrong.”

You had to breathe in through your nose and let it out slowly. “I… wonder about that too, sometimes,” you said cautiously. “Not that I’m not incredibly addicted to every part of you, Sabrina. But you’re right, we have a lot of sex. But… honestly? We spend at minimum 9 hours together every day at work not having sex. More, with these extra hours. You need to count that time as well.”

“You think?” she asked, hugging herself to you tightly. Your legs were tangled with her as she pressed herself to you. “Is it enough?”

“Enough for what?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” she whispered. “Love? Us? Longevity? I- I think I’m just worried about messing this up, John. I’m worried that if I do too much, or too little, you’ll realize how much better you could probably do than me.”

“What?!” you whispered harshly. “Sabrina, that doesn’t make any sense. You are one of the two smartest, prettiest, loving, funny, and yes, totally sexy, people I know. And we happen to both be dating the other one. How could I ever do better than you? No one can even compete.”

“You could find someone who isn’t a whore on the internet,” she whispered. “You could date my sister. We’re the same, pretty much. Except for the OnlyFans.”

You had to just hold her for a minute, wrapping your arms around her tightly. “I don’t know how to assure you,” you said. “I just-” You had to take another breath. “If you want to stop doing OnlyFans, you can stop right now. We can stop. We’ll figure out our budgets for the school year. I don’t mind people watching you anonymously, or us. It’s part of who you were when we connected, and who we are now. When you need to stop, we stop. I’ll never ask you to make a change like that for me though.”

She started crying. Quietly, mostly sniffles, as she hugged you as tightly as you had been hugging her. “I love you,” she whispered finally. “Please just… never let me go.”

“I won’t,” you promised.

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