Chapter 102

You woke for the second time that day on Sabrina’s bed, though this time she was kissing you instead of fucking you.

“Good afternoon,” she smiled, kissing you lightly again. While you were dozing off she had squirmed around so you were no longer spooning her and she was instead laying nose to nose with you.

“Good afternoon, beautiful,” you said and kissed her back. “How late is it?”

“Almost five,” she said.

“Mmmm,” you groaned, stretching and accidentally rubbing against the now cold wet spot where Sabrina had squirted. “If we get cleaned up, do you want to head out for dinner? My treat.”

She smiled and nodded. “Yes, please.”

Somehow you always ended up in Sabrina’s shower after spending time at her place. Then again, considering what you always got up to, it made sense.

You spent a good twenty minutes in the shower, washing each other and teasing. Groping. Making out under the hot spray. Showering with Sabrina was so similar, and yet also different, from showering with Gemma. And you loved both experiences.

Once you were out of the shower, Sabrina insisted on drying you off, and you did the same for her. Then she sat you down on the toilet and styled your hair with a variety of products until she was happy, and shushed you out of the room. You got dressed and started cleaning up the living area until Sabrina came out of her room wearing a red dress that hugged her tight body closely.

“Wow,” you said, standing up from the couch. “Sabrina, you look amazing.”

“Thank you,” she smiled, and walked over to take your hand, her other holding a large purse with its straps over one shoulder. “I figured dolling myself up was the least I could do after you gave me a spiritual experience.”

“Well, I’m in awe of you,” you said, stooping to kiss her. She’d done up her makeup as well, her lips a bright red that matched her dress. She kissed you back enthusiastically, and when you were done she went to the little hall closet and fished around until she found a pair of red heels that matched her dress, lipstick and - you realized - her bag. You also noticed that she slipped a pair of old flats into her purse as well, but didn’t say anything.

You left Sabrina’s apartment arm in arm, her looking like a million bucks and you looking clean and put together even if you were wearing your clothes from the night before. Sabrina didn’t have an immediate opinion on dinner, so you decided to show her one of your own discoveries in the city closer to your place than hers. It was an Italian bistro, not so fancy that you were going to break the bank or anything, but classy while maintaining a family atmosphere and a bustling takeout business.

The hostess was a pretty woman in her mid-thirties, but you only had eyes for Sabrina as you were led over to a table. You pulled out the heavy chair for her, and Sabrina smiled shyly as she accepted your invitation to sit.

“You’re going overboard, John,” she said. “Remember, this isn’t a date. By the rules, we aren’t dating.”