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The OF Girl

Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar

Chapter 644

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 644 - When you discover a fellow intern at the law office is filming amateur content, you make the rash decision to approach her about it. You couldn't have dreamed what would come from that one conversation.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Mult   Consensual   Romantic   Lesbian   Heterosexual   Fiction   Workplace   MaleDom   Light Bond   Rough   Spanking   Harem   Polygamy/Polyamory   Anal Sex   Analingus   Cream Pie   Double Penetration   Exhibitionism   Facial   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Petting   Safe Sex   Sex Toys   Squirting   Tit-Fucking   Voyeurism   Big Breasts   Small Breasts   2nd POV  

By the time you and Sabrina got the drinks delivered out to the various offices across the firm’s two floors, folks were starting to show up en mass and you both received some quiet thanks from most of the regular orderers - starting tomorrow, they would be back to doing their own coffee runs in the morning until they brought in a new batch of interns.

Once you made it to the conference room, Sabrina had saved one of those big cookies for each of you, her and Eric.

“Did you see her last night?” Sabrina asked your fellow intern, doing a classic ‘offer it but pull it back’ carrot scenario.

Yes, I saw Beth last night,” Eric sighed, rolling his eyes and leaning back in his chair again instead of continuing to try and reach across the corner of the table to accept the cookie.

“Aaaand?” Sabrina asked, sitting down as well and sliding the seran-wrapped cookie across the table to him.

“And she’s still amazing,” Eric said.

“So why do you look unhappy about that?” you asked.

“Because I leave on Saturday,” he grunted. “Because she isn’t super sure about doing long distance. Because meeting me through her Crazy Roommate upended her life, so at some point she might remember that and, I dunno, blame me?”

“But the sex was pretty fucking great, huh?” Sabrina asked with a smirk.

“Sabrina,” you scoffed. “He’s being serious.”

“So am I,” she countered, then turned to Eric. “Best you’ve ever had?”

“I ... I mean, maybe...” he said, looking flustered.

“That’s because you actually, like, like each other,” Sabrina said. “More than just for looks, or want to get off, or ego. You like like her.”

“I don’t like like her,” Eric said defensively.

“OK, if you can’t admit you’re falling for her, even if it’s this soon, maybe you don’t deserve her,” you said.

“What?” he asked. “That’s not fair. It’s only been like ... less than two weeks.”

“I’m not saying you need to tell her you love her,” you said. “Hell, it probably would be too soon to say that. But if she’s different from anyone else you’ve dated or hooked up with, don’t you think you might need to act differently than with everyone else?”

“Um,” Eric said, screwing up his face a little as he tore the saran off the cookie and ripped a piece off, popping it into his mouth and chewing.

“He’s not wrong,” Sabrina said. “Flirting and chemistry only gets a girl so far in terms of relationship decisions. Well, worthwhile girls. Though, to be fair, there’s plenty of girls who are attracted to toxic traits and think they are getting relationship material because of whatever trauma from their parents or siblings, but I digress - If you want to convince this girl that you’re worth putting up with the issues around long-distance, then you need to give her a good reason. Argue your case. Just remember you’re making an emotional case and not a logical one, so you need to be able to talk to her about your emotions in a reasonable way.”

Eric sighed, long and slow, shaking his head. “That’s exactly the opposite advice that all the Podcast guys suggest,” he said. “I’m not supposed to get too invested in any one girl because that turns girls off. I mean ... that’s basically what happened with you two and Gemma, right? John, you’re with two ladies. You’re like the definition of a successful male using hypergamy to his advantage.”

“Oh my God,” you groaned, rubbing your forehead.

“Wait ... you think Gemma and I are with John because of hypergamy?” Sabrina asked incredulously.

“Well, not just that,” Eric defended himself. “But it’s a biological imperative kind of thing, right? John has excellent prospects for the future and comes from a successful enough family to be considered, what, at least upper middle class? He’s tall, has a strong jawline. All of those are markers, biologically speaking.”

“Gemma and I both have the same amount of markers, though,” Sabrina said. “So couldn’t you say that’s just ... dating? Don’t people just date within similar spheres to themselves because that’s what feels comfortable?”

“I mean, yeah, but also no,” Eric said. “Like, if you went on a dating app and set your location to Miami, say, you could make connections with guys way wealthier, better looking and prepared to provide for you - biological-imperative speaking - than John. No offense, John.”

“Uhuh,” you grunted, one eyebrow raised about as close to your hairline as it could physically get.

“But, but,” Eric continued before Sabrina could argue with him. “You and Gemma do also have similar markers, so you have the ability to invest in John. Again, I’m just talking biologically. You know that he shows potential, and since you’re not in survival mode and are also aware you will eventually outclass most men, it’s like a girl marrying the guy who she bets is going to make it to the NFL right after they graduate from high school. She isn’t doing it to be a gold digger, but her genetics are kind of doing it anyway.”

Sabrina’s mouth was working overtime, gaping like a fish gasping for air, as she tried to formulate words.

“Eric,” you said evenly. “I’m going to take a moment to speak for Sabrina here because if she starts talking she’ll end up shouting, and if she can’t formulate words soon she might reach over and rip your dick off. Please, please, consider the men you are getting this utter horse crap from. All this bullshit you’re talking about is ... it sounds an awful lot like excuses.”

“No, dude, it’s science. They get the data from dating apps,” Eric said.

“You mean the absolute worst place to try and meet someone you actually like?” you asked.

“Well...”

“Did I meet Gemma or Sabrina on a dating app?”

 
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