Chapter 522

The burlesque show was raunchy, lewd and hilarious while somehow also remaining classy, artistic and even wholesome. There was plenty of tits and ass on display - some of the performers were drop-dead gorgeous, others were wildly skilled or flexible, and a few were there to pad out the performance, seeming more amateur and about inclusivity than being professional performers.

Gemma got a little bit of attention from one of the singing performers, who tossed a big feather in her direction - you were a little shocked that you got even more attention than your girlfriend. One of the performers tossed a pair of panties right onto your head from across the stage, using the elastic of the waistband to fire it from one end to the other. Another woman, a leggy black woman who did a dance number to an old jazz song, used a white fluffy boa to tease the crowd, looping it around your neck and practically motorboating you with her cleavage. It left white fluff all over your shoulders and in your hair that Gemma had to help you shed as she giggled about the look on your face.

The intermission arrived and you ordered new drinks for the two of you, just beers this time, and while you waited for the waitress to come back with them Gemma grinned and leaned into your side, resting her head on your shoulder. “I fuckin’ love you, John,” she said. Her hand was clasped in both of yours. “Thank you for this. It’s perfect.”

“I love you too, love,” you said, turning your lips to give her a kiss on the forehead.

“I talked with Sabrina last night over dinner about some of the stuff we have,” she said, a little more quiet. “We’re in agreement about everything. And I admitted I was jealous that she gets to live with you even if I’m also happy for you too.”

“I’m going to miss you so much,” you sighed. “I feel like life before us isn’t even real.”

“I know,” she said. “It’s like ... we were always supposed to be together, and you should have been there for all the good and bad times before now because you will be for everything ahead of us.”

“So what did Sabrina say about the jealousy?”

“She understood,” Gemma said. “And had the same thoughts we both did about making sure we stay in contact. I’m seriously reconsidering not having her come to my cousin’s wedding as my date as well, but we agreed on that too. Not my wedding, not my place to start family drama.”

You nodded, squeezing her fingers lightly. “It’s good to know there’s a countdown to when I’ll be able to see you again,” you said. “If it was just ‘next year’ then I’d probably do something crazy.”

“Please don’t burn all your savings and drop out of school to come show up on my doorstep,” Gemma smirked a little. “Even if it would be romantic, I’d be so pissed at you.”