Chapter 354

“Oh my gawd, Gemma, my baby giiirl,” Birdie answered the call, but her eyes went even larger and her jaw dropped as your end of the call loaded on her phone screen. “Aaah!” she screamed. “Is that him!?”

She was loud, and apparently somewhere in public, because someone almost immediately shushed her loudly.

Gemma had sent her text and then one thing had led to another and you’d been making out with her straddling your legs. Making out with Gemma, even with the natural dry humping, was peek comfortable for you simply because of how soft and sensual she approached it. You loved making out with Sabrina as well, but it always felt like it was part of going somewhere. With Gemma, the making out could be the somewhere.

You’d only been interrupted by Birdie texting her back, and she’d indicated she was available in a few minutes. The two of you had quickly, and quietly, scrambled into the bedroom to get clothes on before ending up back on the couch. Gemma had shifted a couple of times, sitting beside you, then getting your arm around her shoulders, then sitting on your lap and leaning back against your chest. She’d ended up liking that framing the best, and you were hugging her off-camera around her stomach.

Gemma had sent the FaceTime request, and Birdie had picked it up quickly.

“It is!” Gemma said loudly, then blushed and covered her lips with a hand as she looked over at the closed bedroom door off-camera. “It is,” she said again, grinning broadly. Her accent, which you’d always thought of as relatively strong, got just a little thicker almost immediately when she started talking with her cousin. “Baby Bird, this is my boyfriend John. John, this is Birdie, my favourite cousin, my best friend, and the most important person in my life back home.”

“Ooh, babyyy,” Birdie said, making a silly sad face. “I miss you so much. But God, he looks even better in video, girl!”

“You look pretty cute yourself, Birdie,” you said with a smile. “Not too cold a winter for you over there?”

You could see parts of Gemma in her - they might have passed as sisters if you stood them side by side, but it wasn’t super obvious. Birdie was as gorgeous as your girlfriend, just slightly different. She had the same light blonde hair, though it wasn’t quite as thick of a mane. She also looked just a touch younger and was thinner where Gemma was filled out just a little more. They had the same eyes and eyebrows, and the same slightly-large mouth with very communicative lips - she smiled easily, but there were frequent little smirks and other things going on as she talked. She was dressed in a thin knit sweater, as befit the wet background behind her that looked like the windows of a coffee shop, and she had a little black choker on that accented her slender neck.

“And he knows our weather,” Birdie grinned, pretending to be shocked.

“He knew what time it was, too,” Gemma smiled, turning and kissing you on the cheek.

“If he’s so perfect, why have you been hiding him from me?” Birdie asked.

“Because whenever I’m with him we’ve been too busy with each other,” Gemma said.

“Ooh, bow-chica-wah-wow!” Birdie giggled, making Gemma blush.

“Stop!” Gemma laughed.