Lunch, and Sabrina's plan

“Hmmhmmhmm,” Sabrina chuckled in her throat.

“Oh, fuck,” you grunted softly, trying to stay as quiet as you could.

The bathroom was thankfully a single-person room and not just a stall in a larger washroom facility, but even with the thick door separating you from the outside you were still worried about being heard.

Sabrina popped off of your cock, grinning, and then stuck out her tongue and slithered it against the bottom of your cock. She glanced sideways, adjusted how she was holding her phone so that only her lips and below would be seen, and took the picture.

“Good enough?” you asked.

Her answer was to put the phone down and quickly slide her lips down your cock, continuing the blowjob.

“Baby,” you grunted.

She pulled away, wrapping her fingers around your cock instead of her lips. “Shush,” she said quietly, smirking at you. “Just fill my mouth, then go get Gemma and send her in here.”

“This is such a bad idea,” you sighed, but inhaled sharply as she started blowing you again.

The lunch recess for the trial was an hour long, and Garrison had sent the four of you off while he grabbed a working lunch with his associates. The rain had reduced itself to a light misting for now, so you and the others had braved leaving the Courthouse and headed down the street. The diner you ended up in wasn’t exactly a greasy spoon, but it definitely pretended to be one. You didn’t recognize the brand, but judging by the commercial-feeling ‘memorabilia’ plastered across the walls you assumed it was.

Sabrina hadn’t waited long to spring her plan into action and had texted you from under the table that you should follow her to the washroom. It hadn’t seemed like a great idea at the time, but the place was only about a third full, so you let yourself think with your cock instead of your brain.

“Baby, I’m getting close,” you warned her. The feeling of her lips and tongue was exquisite, but the situation definitely heightened things. You knew that Gemma and Sabrina had done things in washroom stalls together before, but that was a lot easier to play off since they were both women. You and Sabrina getting caught was a whole different matter, and a lot less explainable.

Sabrina, for her part, at least wasn’t looking to draw out the process by teasing you. She quickened her pace, smiling up at you around your cock in her mouth, and sucked hard. It didn’t take much more to get you there, and you had to grab the sink to keep yourself steady as your toes flexed against your dress shoes and your ass clenched. Your orgasm pumped out of you in four long releases, and Sabrina hummed another happy chortle around your cock as she pulled her lips from the head slowly, cleaning you as she went.

When you dropped from her mouth, she smirked and carefully tucked your cock away and zipped you back up, then gave you a look that was supposed to be ‘innocent’ but immediately followed that up with opening her mouth and showing you the pearly white cum she was holding there. Your cum.

“Jesus, Sabrina,” you whispered.

Her smirk just got bigger as she closed her mouth again, and she stood up and gestured you to the door.

“Really?” you asked.

She nodded, wiggling her eyebrows.

You sighed, glancing in the mirror to make sure you didn’t look like you’d just been sucked dry by your girlfriend in a public washroom and then opened the bathroom door. Just the unlocking felt like it was way too loud, and you tried to make sure you didn’t peek out suspiciously before leaving. Thankfully no one was waiting to use the restroom. You went back to the table where Gemma and Eric were still sitting, their menus set down.

Gemma, facing towards you, saw you coming and raised an eyebrow questioningly. You widened your eyes in response then looked back and nodded towards the restrooms. Gemma’s other eyebrow went up, showing her surprise, and then she rolled her eyes.

You grabbed your seat again.

“So I still don’t know where we’re actually at,” Eric said, barely acknowledging that you’d sat down. “I don’t even really know how to figure it out, either. Lucy is just so… ugh.”

“Maybe John has some insights,” Gemma said, redirecting Eric to you.

“Do you think?” Eric asked, looking at you with a sincere desire for your help in his eyes. “I mean, I know things weren’t great between you two, but you might be able to figure something out of this mess.

You took in a deep breath and sighed it out, and as you started to parse through the latest of Eric’s Lucy troubles, Gemma silently took her leave from the table and headed towards the restrooms. There was a big part of you that wished you could follow as well. Based on Sabrina’s teasing, she was planning on sharing her mouthful with Gemma, and then likely intended for one of them to go down on the other. After the morning you had, and with the ‘entertainment’ you were being provided in the form of Eric’s love life, you would definitely rather watch your two girlfriends getting it on than just about anything else at the moment.

It turned out the only piece of help you could really provide Eric was that Lucy was all about appearances, as far as you could tell. She wanted to feel like she was valued, which meant she liked gifts, fancy dates, and reasons to dress up and parade herself around. You didn’t mention that that might have also been why she had such weird patterns of wanting loud, active sex but only when Gemma was at home in the apartment. That one you were still trying to wrap your head around a bit still, even if you had your guesses.

Sabrina came out next, a Cheshire cat smile on her face as she strutted between the tables. As she approached she mouthed ‘Your turn,’ to you, then slid into the seat next to Eric at the table.

“I ordered for you,” you said by way of pivoting the conversation.

“OK,” she said happily. “What am I having?”

“I figured you might want something not too heavy, so I went with the soup and salad combo. I know you like creamed soups on a cold day.”

She scrunched up her nose, knowing full well what you meant by ‘creamed soup,’ and she nodded. “Sounds perfect, baby,” she said.

“I still can’t get over that you two are dating each other as well,” Eric sighed.

“He’s having Lucy trouble again,” you pointed out. “Actually, Eric, why don’t you tell Sabrina that thing about the hiking date you did this weekend?”

Setting him on that story again, which really wasn’t much of a story other than Lucy being mildly bitchy, gave you the opportunity to slip away and head back to the washrooms again. You knocked softly. “It’s me,” you said.

The door opened and Gemma’s hand pulled you in quickly.

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