The OF Girl
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 658
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 658 - 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
You groaned softly, and all three of the girls looked back at you and started chuckling.
“Leave me alone, you succubuses,” you said.
“Aw, feeling a little drained?” Tasha grinned, reaching back and giving you a side hug as she rested her head on your arm.
“‘A little’ my ass,” you grumbled with a smile.
“More like our asses,” Sabrina snickered.
You were waiting for your table for Brunch, and considering you were there for an early seating, you really shouldn’t have been kept waiting but you were.
A part of the plan for your last evening and morning in the city that you hadn’t been informed of had been waking up early that Saturday morning, Tasha and Becks helping with some packing, and then all four of you heading out to eat breakfast at a brunch place since the only things left in the fridge at the apartment were Gatorades, a bag of carrot sticks and a single can of whipped cream.
Honestly, you were a little surprised the whipped cream hadn’t gotten busted out last night.
You hadn’t really put that much thought into how the morning would go - really, you’d been expecting a lazy morning, maybe a bit more sex or at least some fooling around to slowly wake up, and you and Sabrina had an appointment to pick up the UHaul van you were renting just before noon. The help from Tasha and Becks was definitely helping speed things along, but it also meant that your morning had been a lot more abrupt than you’d expected. None of the girls seemed to want to talk about the emotional sex you’d had the night before, and were all-business to the point of teasing you for feeling so tired.
“You know, it’s easy for you three to pretend like you aren’t feeling it while we’re standing here waiting,” you said, shaking your head. “Let’s see what you say once you’re sitting down.”
That got smirks and grins from Tasha and Sabrina, but a mild look of dread from Becks. She was definitely feeling that big bout of rough stuff that morning.
The waitress finally came and escorted the three of you to your table, and then it was a fast whirlwind of menus and ordering before you had a moment to yourselves again. It was the same place you’d been to before with both of them, but you’d been sat in a back corner at a round table and were all sitting with your feet intermingling underneath, little bouts of footsie taking place.
“OK, I take back every snicker and smirk,” Becks groaned as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
“You did ask for it,’ Sabrina laughed.
“I think you specifically asked to be feeling it two weeks from now,” Tasha smirked.
“Fuck you guys,” Becks chuckled, shaking her head.
Your phone started buzzing, and you pulled it out and found that it was Gemma. Her day would have been starting when she’d called the night previous, and now it would be coming to a close. “Hey, love,” you answered the FaceTime call since you were connected to the Wifi. “How was your beach party?”
Gemma looked like she’d gotten some extra sun, her silvery blonde hair still swept back from her face and held by her sunglasses balanced on her forehead. She was also smiling easily, wearing a full-cupped bikini top, and looked tired but happy. “It was great. Our friend Zander brought a girl, hoping to get in her pants, but she ended up hitting on me, which was kind of funny. I shot her down lightly. But mostly it was just sun, fun and some good firepit food. How is everyone this morning?”
You passed around your phone so all the girls could say hi. They had to talk in code a bit since you would easily be overheard by other tables. Once the phone got back to you, Gemma had the gist of things.
“We miss you so damn much, love,” you told her.
“I miss you guys too,” Gemma sighed warmly. “And I wish I could fall asleep in your arms, John. December can’t come soon enough.”
“I know,” you agreed. “It’s only three months. That’s as long as we’ve been together. We can do it.”
“And I won’t let him forget you, babe,” Sabrina said, leaning in and pressing her cheek to yours. “Don’t you worry. Can we call you when we’re all packed up and leaving this afternoon?”
Gemma nodded emphatically. “Call me,” she insisted. “I want to be part of the end of your summer just like you were for mine.”
“We will,” you promised. You wished her a good night, and you all told her you loved her again, before hanging up.
Brunch was oddly tense. It had a slight manicness to how you were all acting, knowing that the end was near. All of you laughed a little too much, spoke a little too loudly. Flirted harder, and obviously got caught doing it. Nothing that would get you thrown out of the restaurant, but enough that you knew the waitress and a couple of the other staff were aware something was going on.
And breakfast foods don’t take long to eat. Thirty minutes later, you were done, and Sabrina had insisted on paying the check - and since Becks and Tasha were now both aware of the income discrepancies, even if she was paying them for their ‘acting,’ they were happy to let her treat.
Outside, the four of you split up into pairs - Becks headed back to the apartment with Sabrina to keep packing, while Tasha grabbed an Uber with you to head over to the U-Haul rental place. For about fifteen minutes, you and Tasha just held hands like you were a couple, talking and joking, accepting that things were changing. You each caught each other giving sad glances once in a while, and tried hard to make the other person smile.
Picking up the rental van wasn’t a big deal; it was a classic panel van, so no extra training needed or anything, and it would easily fit all of yours and Sabrina’s combined bags and boxes. You were almost tempted to ask Tasha if she wanted to go find somewhere to park and have one last little fling, but you decided against it before putting it into words. It might have been fun, but it also could have ruined what last night had been.
Driving back to Sabrina’s apartment building, and then carrying bags down to the van where Tasha stood watch to make sure no one was picking through your stuff or trying to drive away with the van, you were struck again by how fast it was happening.
The process felt like it should have been monumental because of the weight of the change. It should have been heavy, a labour that took time and effort.
But you weren’t moving furniture. It was bags of clothes, mostly, and personal entertainment stuff. A bag of her camera equipment was handled delicately. A duffel of sex toys that rattled ominously.
Then the last couple of bins. Cleaning supplies that you could use in the new place. Half a flat of Gatorade. Carrot sticks.
The apartment was empty. The bed and couch that had seen so much, been so abused, left in a bare space.
That was when Sabrina broke down, tears streaming down her face as she hugged you and Becks, looking at the couch. She managed to get herself back together quickly, and you went and did one last check through the rooms for anything that had fallen under the bed or dressers, under the sinks, turning off the lights as you went. And then the three of you were outside, shutting the door and locking it, riding the elevator down, and Sabrina dropped the keys in a lockbox in the front hall of the building.
It was out on the sidewalk, next to the packed van, that the rest of you broke.
Your shirt became an absolute mess as the four of you were crying, and all three women needed to be held and sobbed into your chest for a bit. Thankfully, for your own ego, you managed to remain at least a little stoic through your own tears and didn’t break out into any sobs.
“Oh, no,” Sabrina finally said. Her tone of voice was a shift, and you’d been busy holding Becks tightly as she clung to you and sniffled another goodbye about how much she was going to miss you, and how you were kind of an asshole for only being in the city for four months when she needed you for longer. Both of you looked over at Sabrina’s tone, and she was looking down at her phone while Tasha had her arm looped with hers, obviously having been hugging each other before something that pinged on the phone.
“What is it, baby?” you asked.
“Your internship has been extended for a year?” Becks asked, only half joking.
“It’s not something bad with Gemma, is it?” Tasha asked in concern.
“No, no, not stuff like that,” Sabrina shook her head, frowning and sniffing hard before wiping at her eyes and looking up at you. “It’s Eric.”
“ ... What about Eric?” you asked. “Did he fuck it up with Beth?”
“No, no, he fucked Beth, but he didn’t fuck it up,” Sabrina sighed. Then she looked down at her phone and snorted softly, shaking her head before looking back up at you. “Beth took an early warning pregnancy test and she’s positive. Eric got her pregnant, probably.”
Your jaw dropped.
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Becks said. “Eric is- he’s-”
“Does he know what Beth wants to do?” you asked.
Sabrina shrugged, gesturing to her phone. “He doesn’t know yet,” she said. “He just sent me one long paragraph. I’ll have to find out more as we’re driving.”