Chapter 33

Sabrina left the apartment, having re-dressed in your room in her own clothes.

“Dude. Duuuude,” Mosche said. “That girl was so fuckin’ hot, and she was totally into coming to a show. Does she have hot friends? Do you think you could, like, bring her and a whole bunch of them?”

You were both standing in the kitchen of the apartment now as you were taking a quick drink of water before heading out, and Mosche was just sort of there.

“I mean, if she wants to I’ll bring her to one,” you said. “But Sabrina and I go to the same college, man. I don’t think she knows many people here in the city.”

“Oh, well that’s kind of a bummer,” Mosche said, deflating a bit as his shoulders slumped. “I mean, one more fan would be great, but...”

“But you were hoping she might set you up with a ‘hot friend.’” you finished for him.

“Yeah, pretty much,” he sighed. “I mean - and I’m not trying to be rude or anything, dude - but when she walked across the apartment in just your towel? That was really hot.”

You smirked and shook your head. “That was all her idea, my dude.” It had been kind of cute, Sabrina playing with the idea first. Your shirt and shorts she’d worn from your room to the washroom had gotten cum on the inside, so she hadn’t wanted to put them back on after showering. Considering Sabrina got naked and toyed with herself semi-professionally on the internet, watching her get nervous over being naked under a towel in front of one guy had put a smile on your face.

“Anyways,” you continued, “I gotta get out of here. I’ve got a date.”

Mosche got a confused look. “Wait, what? You two were just fucking. Well, I assume you were, but like, come on that’s a pretty good assumption. Is this like a breakfast-for-dinner kind of thing? Fuck first, date after?”

Fuck, you thought. Now you were going to have to try and explain this. “No, I’m- the date is with someone else. Sabrina coming over was her idea - she picked out my outfit and, ah, relieved some tension so I’d be relaxed.”

Mosche stood there with his mouth agape, his eyes blinking behind his big glasses as he tried to comprehend what I was saying.

“I know, dude. I know,” you said. “It’s-”

“Do you think she’d do that for me sometime?” Mosche asked.

“Fuck no,” you said, then hesitated as you realized how mean that sounded, and also that you weren’t saying it because you were sure Sabrina wouldn’t. You were saying it because you were jealous of the thought. “I mean, dude, I’m sorry that came out like that,” you quickly followed up. “Sabrina and I, we’ve kind of got this ... connection thing going on. She’s made it pretty clear that we’re friends with benefits, and that she’s not looking for anything more - from me, or in terms of numbers.”

“Oh, uh, alright,” Mosche shrugged. “But if you’re so, like, into her, what’s with the date with another chick? Tinder date or something?”

“We, ah, we all sort of work together?” you said.

Mosche took that one in and processed it while nodding. “So what I’m hearing is that you might not be able to make rent next month because you’ll be looking for a new job. Dude! You are playing with fucking fire.”