Chapter 311

“I’m just going to run up and grab my book,” Sabrina said as you all entered the house. “Unless you guys are planning to start down here?”

“No,” Gemma laughed. “Definitely don’t want to risk someone walking in on us.”

“Can you imagine the look on Victoria’s face?” you chuckled.

Sabrina darted upstairs while you and Gemma kicked off your shoes. You took her in your arms and kissed her softly. “Is it weird that I love you so goddamn much and yet I’m still getting butterflies because I know we’re about to have sex?”

Gemma smiled sweetly and shook her head. “No, love. I feel the same way.”

“Alright,” you said. “Just double-checking; all of that with Mallory was OK, right?”

Gemma nodded and hugged you tightly, pressing her cheek to your chest. “I was a little confused when you first asked her to sit down, but she was cool and even if she didn’t add so much to the conversation, what she did add was good and she helped direct it so we didn’t go in circles.”

“And the other part?”

“She’s hot as hell, John. Even if it’s just a bucket-list kind of thing, having sex with her would be a lot of fun.” She pulled back and looked up into your eyes. “You want that too, right?”

“Right now I just want you, love,” you said.

You kissed her and she moaned softly against your lips.

“OK, the bedroom is free,” Sabrina said as she came back down the stairs lightly. She’d changed into pyjama pants and a loose sweater and had her book in her hand. “And, um, I’m kind of looking forward to those clean sheets, so try not to make her squirt, baby?”

“No promises,” Gemma laughed and stuck out her tongue. Then she left your arms and went to Sabrina, pulling her into a hug and a kiss. “Thanks for understanding.”

“Thanks for being mine,” Sabrina smiled back and then kissed Gemma on the tip of her nose. Then she gave Gemma a smack on the ass. “Now get our man upstairs, I can see his crotch bulge from here.”

Gemma turned and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the stairs, and you managed to snag a quick peck with Sabrina on your way by.

Upstairs, you shut the door behind you and Gemma was already pulling her shirt off, revealing the sexy bra she was wearing. She went to start undoing her jeans next but you caught her up in your arms, sweeping her off her feet, and lifted her up to kiss her stomach as she hummed a laugh and clutched onto your shoulders. Then you walked her to the bed and laid her down, lowering on top of her until you kissed her smoothly.

The three of you kissed often. If you thought about it from someone else’s point of view, you would have been the equivalent of the gross couple in high school that were making out in the hallways all the time. The thing was, after a month and a half of dating the two of them, you’d learned a lot about what the different sorts of kisses were and meant.

This kiss was light and playful, with your tongues teasing with little dips against each other. It made a loud smacking noise compared to more intense kisses because you weren’t pressing hard, but it still had that deep desire built into it. Gemma’s hands were pulling at your shirt, lifting it up towards your armpits to get ready to strip it off of you, and you had one hand in her hair while the other rubbed against her hip and up to her bare side.