Post-Bone

“Yeah, OK,” Gemma said, still a little hoarse. “That hit the spot.”

You hummed a chuckle and squeezed her a little tighter to you. The both of you were naked, laying near the foot of the bed as you gently spooned her. The ball gag was laying somewhere near the middle of the bed, and the nipple clamps had hit the floor at some point. Gemma had a half dozen fresh hickies across her cleavage, and her nipples were ruddy and swollen as you lay basking in the sweaty warmth of each other.

“So it was good for you?” you asked with a little smile.

That made her laugh and turn over to face you, her nose grazing against yours as she stared into your eyes. “The best I’ve ever had, love.”

You kissed her softly, and she returned it with an earnestness that set flutters in your chest despite the fact that the two of you had been having wild buttsex not five minutes ago.

“God, part of me wants to call Sabrina up here,” Gemma sighed.

“I don’t think I can go anymore, love,” you said.

“Not for you, for me,” Gemma smirked. “Get her to massage my ass with her tongue since she’s such a nasty little slut. I’m going to be feeling it tomorrow.”

“Good hurt?” you asked.

“The best,” she assured you with a smile.

“Well, what about this,” you suggested. “I pick you up and carry you into the shower, and we wash the sweat and cum off, and then we head down to join them in the hot tub?”

“Mmmm,” Gemma considered and then nodded. “Yes, please.”

It took another couple of minutes of softly touching and kissing each other for you to finally roll off the end of the bed heavily and then stand, scooping your girlfriend up into your arms and carrying her into the washroom.

You were leading Gemma down the stairs when the front door burst open. Edgar piled in followed by the blonde who you recognized as Mallory’s daughter from the pub.

“Oh, hey,” Edgar said. “Ummm.”

“Hey,” you said, walking the rest of the way down and then turning and taking Gemma’s hand. Together you crossed to the front door and the mismatched couple. “Hi, I’m John,” you said, holding out a hand to Mallory’s daughter. “This is Gemma. And I’m sorry for whatever Edgar has, or will, say and do.”

That made the girl smirk and laugh while Edgar rolled her eyes. “Thanks. I’m Genevieve. And he hasn’t been too bad a boy so far.”

“Well, have fun with whatever you’re getting up to,” Gemma said. “I’m sure it’ll just be board games or something, down in the basement where anyone might walk in.” She looked pointedly at Edgar.

“Oh yeah,” Edgar said. “Uh… definitely here to just play some Monopoly.”

You rolled your eyes as Edgar grabbed Genevieve’s hand and led her to the stairs down into the basement. When they were gone, the tinkling laughter of the blonde cut off by Edgar shutting the door, you glanced at Gemma.

“What?” she asked.

“You had to break his balls that much?”

“After the ‘control your woman’ thing earlier?” Gemma pointed out. “Definitely.”

“Fair,” you said. You were just happy that Gemma had taken the precaution of wrapping a towel around her chest before you’d left the bedroom or else Edgar and his new friend would have gotten an eyeful of the hickies on her cleavage.

You and Gemma headed out of the house, and Sabrina’s face lit up as you rounded the corner and walked towards the hot tub. She was sitting across from Corey and Victoria and it looked like they’d been talking and sipping on beers. You helped Gemma up into the tub and took her towel for her to set aside before you dipped back into the house to grab drinks for you and her, and refills for Sabrina and Corey.

“Hey, baby,” Sabrina grinned again as you stepped into the hot tub, passing out the beers. She took hers and set it aside, immediately hugging herself to you as you sat down in between her and Gemma.

“Hey to you too,” you said with a smile. Then you were surprised by Sabrina kissing you firmly and a little overzealously. When she finally broke away you were half-stunned by it, but also confused.

“She did it to me, too,” Gemma chuckled. “Seems like our partner felt a little left out.”

“I’m sorry, Sabrina,” you said, rubbing your hand along her arm as you hugged her to you.

“No, no need to apologize,” Sabrina said. “Alone time is good, and I’m looking forward to mine. With both of you. I just missed you.”

“We saw you, what, twenty-five minutes ago?” Gemma asked.

Sabrina made a face and stuck out her tongue, making all four of you laugh.

You could tell Corey wanted to ask something, but felt like it might be too personal, and he let it go and changed the subject of the conversation. The five of you chatted about random stuff, just feeling casual as you enjoyed the hot waters. Occasionally some of you would rise up to sit on the edge, just keeping your feet in, so that you could cool off. The first time Gemma did that she blushed a little in the dark - she hadn’t really brought a swimsuit that didn’t show off at least a little of her cleavage, and even wearing the one that covered her the most there were two hickies standing out.

Victoria blushed as well, and you caught Corey glancing at them once and looking away, then glancing down at Victoria’s impressive if moderately covered cleavage. You could tell he was thinking about doing that to his own girlfriend. No one mentioned anything, and the conversation covered the blip, and Gemma wasn’t blushing at all the next time she raised up out of the water.

She did, however, slip back down below when the three loud club-goers for the night came strolling back home.

“Any luck tonight?” you called.

“I,” Paul said, coming over to the hot tub with his chest puffed out. “Got a blowjob.”

“Thanks to whom?” Ollie demanded, also coming over.

“OK, Ollie helped,” Paul said.

Ollie coughed loudly.

“Ollie did most of the heavy lifting,” Paul corrected himself. “Thank you, dearest lesbian friend.”

“Well, I got something for myself too,” she smirked, then turned to you five. “I got a little head myself from this cute little redhead.”

“I got a rock,” Brent sighed, shooting off a Charlie Brown quote. He was usually luckier at the bars and clubs than Edgar and Paul put together.

“Congrats on the conquests,” Gemma said. “I’d say pics or it didn’t happen, but that would be rude.”

“Oh, I have pics,” Ollie laughed. “But they’re staying locked up in my secure folder.”

“You got a pic!?” Paul asked, clearly shocked.

The three of them headed inside, bickering about getting pictures from hookups, and Corey and Victoria decided to call it a night too and got out of the hot tub. You got a brief eyeful of Victoria’s tits jiggling in her top as she dried herself off, and when you looked away you caught Sabrina looking as well and she had the decency to blush. It wasn’t like you could blame her, those things were impressive.

You didn’t think to warn the couple until after they were gone that Edgar was ‘entertaining’ down in the basement if one of them had to go get their sheets out of the dryer. Hopefully, they’d seen the pair coming in and made the assumption.

“Hey, Gemma?” Sabrina asked as the three of you sat in the darkness and looked up at the night sky.

“Yes, baby?” Gemma asked, reaching across your shoulders to play her fingers along Sabrina’s neck.

“Did you have a good buttfuck?”

“The best,” Gemma grinned into the night. “Thanks for asking.”

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