The OF Girl
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 651
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 651 - 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
Leaving the restaurant arm-in-arm with Tasha, following Sabrina and Becks as they both laughed and sauntered ahead of you, felt right. Not that you wouldn’t have wanted either of the others on your arm as well, but you’d been flirting with Becks throughout the day and Tasha...
Well, Tasha was Tasha. Just as fun and flirty, and sometimes even more crass when she got going, but also still a little tender from dating Mosche that summer. If you had had a ridiculous summer that had changed your life, she was right behind you, Sabrina and Gemma in line for that award.
“You know,” you said as you made it to the front doors, a dozen eyes of various customers following you from throughout the room because you were with three beautiful women. “You’re disgustingly cute, right?”
“Disgustingly?” Tasha chuckled, flashing you a lopsided smile as you opened the door for her.
“So cute you make me sick just thinking about it,” you grinned.
“What if I don’t want you to think of me as cute?” she challenged, her grin remaining. “What if I want to be sexy?”
“Oh, you’re sexy, too,” you said. “In so many ways. Physically, obviously. You’re an absolute snack. But also mentally. Emotionally. Platonically. Humour-ally?”
“Humourally?” Becks laughed as you joined them on the sidewalk.
“I’m listing all the ways Tasha is sexy,” you chuckled.
“Humour-ally, I don’t know,” Tasha smirked. “Maybe. But what does it mean to be platonically sexy?”
“It means he loves you and wants to fuck the shit out of you every time he sees you,” Sabrina said helpfully, drawing shocked expressions from a few people walking by. It wasn’t very late at all, and the late August night was still pretty young with the sun still hanging orange and bright above the horizon.
“Well, that’s part of it,” you said, wrapping your arms around Tasha and hugging her from behind. She hugged your arms with hers as she looked up and back at you. “I do love you heaps, and want to tear these clothes off of you. But I also wish that we could just spend more time together, like that dinner. Talking, laughing, figuring out our lives. Being together, not just being together.” You leaned down and kissed her cheek. “You’re platonically sexy, Tash. Along with all the other sexy categories.”
She turned in your arms and took your face in both hands, holding you still so she could kiss you with the sort of fervour that curled your toes in your shoes.
“Careful, babe,” Becks joked. “You don’t want him popping in his pants out here on the street.”
“Oooh,” Sabrina teased. “You’re calling her ‘babe’ now? That’s cute.”
“It’s- It’s just a term of endearment,” Becks laughed, flustered.
Tasha was smiling into the kiss, and slowly pulled away to look up into your eyes from a couple of inches away. “Thanks, John,” she said softly. “You’re pretty platonically sexy, too. But once we get back to your place, platonic is out the window, ‘kay? Then we’re both animalistically sexy. We’re gonna have weird, hot, sweaty, king of the jungle sex.”