The OF Girl
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 650
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 650 - 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
“Can I just say that we’re a bunch of fucking hotties?” Tasha laughed. “I mean, we’re missing Gemma to round us out, but damn.”
No one would get an argument from you.
Part of you had been expecting the last GoodBye Dinner to be fancy, kind of like what you’d all done when Gemma was leaving - dress up really nice, go somewhere a little pricey, really make it feel special that way. Instead, you’d been surprised when Sabrina had directed you to wear one of the more ‘business casual’ shirts that you’d picked up over the summer - a button-down, yeah, but one with a pattern and short sleeves. It didn’t threaten ‘Hawaiin Shirt Guy,’ but you weren’t ever going to be looked at for being too formal, no matter where you ended up. Sabrina had matched you though, adding a knit, short-sleeved crop top to the long, flowy skirt she was wearing and matching it with white, strappy sandals with just a little bit of heel.
Walking out the door earlier, you’d been split between feeling like you were kids dressing up to look like adults, and looking good in this more adult persona.
The restaurant the girls had picked, because you’d been banned from making any of the plans for the evening, was a Brazilian steakhouse. A nice place, but not overly fancy or dressy. And, it turned out, perfect for a casual, flirty dinner, other than that there was a server coming around with fresh meat to slice off their big, skewered slabs of meat every few minutes.
Becks and Tasha had already gotten there and both stood up to welcome you; and their welcomes had been familiar. Becks, wearing a pair of long, flowy black pants that hugged her ass and thighs but was loose around her heeled feet along with a black tube top that hugged her torso like it was trying to mesh with her upper skin layers, had groaned happily as she’d kissed you after a day of flirting. You hadn’t held back either, giving her ass a quick squeeze during the hugging embrace.
Tasha was wearing the thin leather jacket that was part of her ‘standup uniform’, but underneath she was wearing a shimmery mesh top and a black athletic bra that was somehow kind of Raver Girl but also pop fashion, along with a black leather skirt that matched her jacket. She’d hugged Sabrina in a crushing embrace and given your girlfriend a quick, friendly peck on the lips, and then swapped places with Becks and surreptitiously got her hand between the two of you as she hugged you around the shoulders with one arm as her lower hand gave you a firm groping. That had you grunting in mild surprise, which made her laugh and tip her lips up to you, so you did the only natural thing and kissed her for a long moment that turned even more romantic than it had with Becks.
The four of you got some looks as you were settling down, and judging by the look on Sabrina’s face, Becks had given her a kiss that matched the two that you’d gotten.
“I think you two look so good together,” Sabrina grinned across the square table you’d been sitting at, responding to Tasha’s observation.
“OK,” Becks smirked a little. “No need to lay it on thick. We’re still testing things out.”
“It’s been fun, but it’s still testing,” Tasha agreed.
“Well, you guys test as long as you want,” you said. “And don’t stick a label on it if you don’t want to. I’ll keep Sabrina in check.”
“Oh, you will, huh?” Sabrina asked you.
You raised an eyebrow, looking at your girlfriend. “You don’t think I could?”
“I think Gemma would have something to say about that,” Sabrina raised an eyebrow right back.
“I think Gemma would agree with me and my methods,” you chuckled.
“To be fair, I literally have a text from Gemma that says, ‘Don’t let Sabrina pressure you to move faster than you’re comfortable with,’” Tasha chuckled.
Sabrina scoffed, feigning that she was wounded. “Betrayed by my own girlfriend.”
“How ever will you go on?” Becks snickered.
“I’ll need some resuscitation, I think,” Sabrina said. “About seven to eight inches of it, right up- Hi.”
Thankfully, she cut off as one of the servers came over with some sort of special roast lamb. Whatever it was, it was delicious and managed to keep Sabrina from saying something filthy.
“So, John,” Becks asked once you all were alone again, though she kept her voice low since the restaurant was busy and you weren’t that far away from the next table over. “I know we’ve had the running joke of you needing to learn how to be a Secretary Whisperer, and that sort of thing, but a lot has happened since then. You’ve kind of become a bit of a man whore this summer. What do you think it’s going to be like heading back to school with this new Charisma you’ve built up?”
“I ... hadn’t really considered that,” you said, shaking your head. “I’ve been so focused on Sabrina and I moving in together, I hadn’t really thought of me being different.”
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