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 ï>¿The OF Girl by BreakTheBar

   Chapter 21

   You were getting a heavy dose of conversational whiplash and it was
starting to fuck with you.  At the top of your mind was the fact that you
knew things that you weren't supposed to know.

   "OK, OK," you said.  "Hold on a sec, I think I need to do some catching
up here.  What does Gemma have to do with you and me?"

   Sabrina blew an errant strand of hair away from her face and then took
my sunglasses off so she was looking at me through the camera.  "First,
there's only five of us interns.  Of the three guys, you're the only one
worth dating.  I wasn't planning on dating anyone this summer because of,
well, y'know.  But now we've fucked up the dynamic, and I pissed off Gemma
because she's been flirting with you for weeks."

   "Wait, what?" you stopped her.  "No she hasn't."

   Sabrina raised one her thin eyebrows.  "Dude, what was all that teasing
between you two?  And being helpful to each other all the time?"

   "Gemma's been teasing everyone," you said.  "And we've all been helping
each other."

   Sabrina shook her head.  "No, you've been helping everyone.  Gemma only
pays it back to me because I'm the only other girl, and you because she's
interested.  And you two tease each other, Gemma only pokes fun at Andy and
Eric.  It's a laughing with you, laughing at them distinction."

   You rested your head back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling.  Was
all of this true?  Were you that blind, or was Sabrina playing it up to try
and fix her relationship with Gemma?

   "OK, I just-" you said, then sighed.  "Look, I'm new to this whole
no-strings thing we agreed to.  Just bear with me for a second while I
check the facts, OK?"

   "Mhmm," Sabrina nodded.

   "OK.  So you and I are not dating.  We are friends, and co-workers, and
we're going to have sex.  But we're not going to date.  And you are telling
me that I should date Gemma, our co-worker, and presumably have intimate
relations with her at some point.  While I'm still having sex with you. 
And you are totally OK with this."

   Sabrina nodded again.  "Plus you're maybe going to help me with my
OnlyFans stuff.  You did say you would."

   "Sure, yes," you agreed.  "Happy to help.  But I just...  me actively
dating someone else, and maybe flirting or some office PDA in front of you,
that's not going to make you jealous or anything?"

   "No," Sabrina shook her head.  "I mean, it might make me horny because I
think you and Gemma are both hot.  But we aren't dating."

   "OK," you said.  When you were honest with yourself after the
conversation, you weren't sure if you believed that totally, but what were
you going to do?  Challenge the hot girl telling you to fuck the other hot
girl?  "So, last thing.  Is this something Gemma is going to be OK with? 
Like, are you and I supposed to be a secret from her, or is she going to be
aware?  And like, if she does know how much is she supposed to know?"

   Sabrina sighed and gave me a look through the camera.  "Baby," then she
smirked, "Daddy.  You are jumping way further ahead than necessary.  Just
take her for drinks and see if you two even want to actually date, or if
it's just summer flirting.  If things are good and go further, I'll handle
it."

   You stared at Sabrina through the phone, and she stared back.  Finally
you sighed and shrugged.  "Yeah, OK.  What am I going to do, fight you on
this or something?"

   "Good," Sabrina smiled, which slid towards a smirk.  "Thank you, Daddy."

   "Oh my god, Sabrina," you snorted.  "You're starting to make me think
you've actually got daddy issues."

   "Actually?  My dad is a wonderful provider and completely loving to me
and my sisters and mom," she said.  "So no daddy issues here.  Just a horny
girl who you blue-balled today."

   "Hey, that was not my fault," you said.

   "Oh yeah?" She asked.  "Then why haven't I been able to get these under
control?" Sabrina scanned the phone down, showing off her small chest
again, and used her free hand to slowly pull the cups of her bikini top
aside until she was showing me her nipples, each one capping a perfect
little pale titty and budded up firm with her arousal.

   You cleared your throat and grinned as you shifted lower on the couch.
"Well those just look like they need some seeing to," you said.

   Sabrina pouted her lips and then teased one of her nipples, brushing it
with her fingertips before slowly pulling on it and then letting it pop
back, making her small breast jiggle for a moment.  "Mmm, they really do.
But there's other parts of me that need some attention as well."

   She lowered the camera down her body, showing off her softly thin
stomach and cute little belly button, then lower until that string bikini
bottom was showing, the top of her pubic hair visible.  "What do you
think?"

   "I think you are a professional, grade A, no competition, top notch
tease if I've ever known one.  God, you know how to push my buttons,
Sabrina."

   She hummed her delight at this, and then slowly tugged the bikini
bottoms lower until her entire mound and the little exclamation point of
her pubic hair was visible, but not her lips.  "Ugh, you say the nicest
things, John," Sabrina laughed.  "I'm so fucking turned on right now, I
feel like I might be leaking.  Is there a wet spot?"

   "Hard to tell," you said.  "Black fabric isn't showing well on camera."

   "Are you hard?" She asked you.

   You'd been holding your shaft since you'd moved on from the Gemma
conversation.  "Yes, Sabrina.  You've got me hard as a rock."

   Sabrina moved the camera away and up to her face again.  My sunglasses
were back down over her eyes, and she bit her lip in that cute/sexy way
that made you want to growl.  "Show me?" She asked.

   "Um, ah, yeah," you said, a little surprised.  You'd never had someone
ask to see your cock before like this.  You fumbled with the phone in your
hand until you managed to reverse the camera, and then adjusted the angle
so that you were showing your hard dick to Sabrina with your hand wrapped
around the base.

   "Fuck, that's hot," Sabrina moaned.  You were still able to watch her
with the camera reversed, and you saw her bite her bottom lip fully now and
her shoulder moved in a way that made you think she was rubbing herself. 
"John, I ah, I had a thought..."



   Chapter 22

   "I was wondering how you would feel about us having a little phone sex,"
Sabrina said.  "But maybe I also record it for content?"

   You hesitated, but nodded.

   "John?" she asked, and you remembered she was looking at your hard cock
on the screen instead of your face.  "Sorry, sorry," you said, tapping the
screen and reversing the camera again so she could see you.  "I was
nodding. Yeah, I think I'd be OK with that."

   Now it was her turn to hesitate for a moment.  "And is it OK if your
dick is in the recording?  I'm not sure how to just record my side of the
call."

   "Oh," you said.  "Uh, yeah, I guess."

   "Sweet," Sabrina said.  "I guess we don't want your voice recorded, so
this is going to be sort of one-sided in the talking."

   "That's not really phone sex, is it?" you asked.

   She smirked.  "I guess not, but I'll still put that in the title.  OK,
so flip your camera back around so I can see that tasty cock of yours, and
I'll start recording."

   You did so, holding your dick in one hand and keeping your phone propped
up with the other, and Sabrina was tapping on her own phone busily for a
few moments.

   "Alright, it's recording," she said.  "Ready?"

   "For a while now," you chuckled.

   Sabrina smirked, and then bit her lip.  She had the camera pointed at
her face, cutting off at her nose so that only her lips were showing, and
was laying on her side.  Her chest and little bit of cleavage was visible,
framed in her bikini top.  "Hey baby.  I just wanted to call and say how
much I appreciated our lunch yesterday.  I'm sorry we didn't end up getting
to see each other, my boss was really riding me hard at work."

   You waggled your cock back and forth like you were shaking your head,
and she giggled.

   "I know, I know, phrasing," she laughed.  Sabrina was using her OnlyFans
voice, a little lower and more sultry than her own.  "But I am sorry.  I'm
glad you're willing to let me make it up to you while I'm sitting out here
on my balcony catching some sun.  Do you maybe want to watch?"

   Now you waggled your cock forward and back like a nod.

   "Hmm, great.  I love the way your cock looks on my phone, just
dominating the entire screen.  It makes me want to lick my phone just to
try and get a taste.  If I show you my titties do you think you could
stroke it for me a bit?"

   You gave yourself a half stroke.

   "Mmm, you know I don't think I've gotten my nipples under control since
the restaurant?" she said, and with one hand she teased her fingers over
the bumps in her bikini top and playing with the outside hem.  "They've
been hard little knots just begging for some attention.  I wish these were
your fingers, you could feel how hard they are thinking about you and your
big cock.  And then you could pull my naughty little bikini aside just like
this." Sabrina did so, revealing one of her tits to you again.  The nipple
was hard and a ruddy pink, completely suckable.  "You could play with it
with your thumb first, then give it some little pinches.  Gosh!  I can feel
that tingle all the way down to my pussy.  You know my nipples like it a
little rough, right?  So after pinching abit, you can really give them a
nice twisssst."

   Sabrina hissed as she rolled her nipple firmly between her thumb and
finger, her skin twisting and then snapping back into place with a jiggle
as she let go.  In response you started stroking your cock slowly.

   "Mmm, that's nice baby, start working that cock.  But you're not happy
yet, are you?" she said, lips twisted into a smiling bout at the top of the
screen.  "You're not happy with just a bit of me.  You want both of my
needy little titties." She then shifted, laying on her back with the camera
looking down at her, and she pulled the other side of the bikini top aside
and gave the other nipple the same treatment as she moaned softly.

   You gripped your cock and nodded it again, then stroked a little faster.

   "You want more, baby?  Do you need more of me?" she asked.

   You nodded your cock again.

   "Well, I bet I know what you want," she said, then started panning the
camera lower, following her hand as it skimmed over her trim stomach,
brushing past the dimple of her belly button down to show her bikini
bottoms.  "I know, baby.  I'm being so naughty wearing this bikini where
people might see me.  I'm a filthy little girl though, I don't care if men
or women are watching from any other apartments and can see my pubic hair.
I know you think it's sexy, so it makes me feel extra naughty to walk
around with it showing.  And it's also fun to tease myself with." She ran
her fingers through the upper, visible portion of the little exclamation
point her pubic hair was shorn into, and then pinched it between her
fingers and gave it a tug.  Her legs twitched and spread a bit when she did
it, and then again.

   You started stroking faster.

   "Oh, you like that baby?" she asked.  "You like when I get a little
spark of pain with the pleasure?  I bet you'd like to spank me right now,
wouldn't you?"

   You let go of your cock and made a motion like you were slapping your
inner thighs, then returned to your cock.

   Sabrina gasped.  "You'd spank my thighs?  That would sting so bad, baby,
but just thinking about it has got me dripping wet.  Hold on." Sabrina
trailed her hand from her pubic hair to her thigh, then rubbed the pale
skin and gave it a little slap.  "Ooh, I don't know if I can do it to
myself," she said.  "Your hand is just so much bigger than mine, and you
can be more forceful.  I bet you'd turn both of my thighs red."

   You jacked off a little faster again.

   "And then what would you do, baby?  If you're already giving me
spankings for being a naughty tease, would you spank my pussy, too?  My
naughty, horny little pussy that you got all wet, and all it wants is your
cock?"

   Sabrina ran her fingers through her pubic hair again, then under the
waistband of her tiny bikini bottoms so her fingers were obviously cupping
her pussy.  "What do you think, baby?  Is my pussy too naughty to even come
out to play?"



   Chapter 23

   You stroked your cock, and Sabrina hummed on the other end of the video
call.

   "Mmm," she moaned.  "Is that precum I see?"

   It was, beading from your tip.  You swiped your fingers through it and
slowly rubbed it down your shaft.

   "Fuck, that's so hot, baby," Sabrina crooned.  "I feel like I can taste
it on my tongue just thinking about it.  MMmmmm." As she hummed her desire,
her fingers shifted under the bikini bottoms and slowly inserted into her
pussy.  "Fuuuuck, you make me so wet, baby," she said.

   This whole note being able to talk back to her thing was getting
frustrating.

   "Look," Sabrina said.  She pulled her fingers out from under the bikini
bottoms and held them up to the camera.  You could clearly see the slimy
clear juices on her fingers.  "This is what you do to me, baby.  This is
how I've been feeling aaall day thinking about you.  Can you imagine that?
Me, sitting at work surrounded by my coworkers, with a hot...  horny... 
juicy pussy just screaming to get fucked raw?"

   Now you ramped up your jerking pace again.

   "And my pussy is sitting there, wanting any old cock.  It'd bend over
and take it from my boss or the worst intern in the whole company, it's so
fucking juicy and needy and slutty, but I make it wait because only you get
to play with me, baby.  Just you, and that big, fat dick of yours.  Oh
baby, just watching you is making me so fucking hot I can't stand it."

   Sabrina pulled the bikini bottoms aside, revealing her cooch.  It wasn't
quite shimmering, but it was obvious she was fully aroused.  Her labia were
swollen, her inner lips were flowered open and she slid two fingers inside
as if it were nothing.  "That's it, baby," Sabrina whispered.  "That's it,
stroke that fucking cock for me, baby.  That big fucking cock that belongs
right here in my pretty little pussy.  My needy, slutty, whore pussy, but
just for you, baby.  Just for you, no one else.  Fuuuck." She added a third
finger.

   You were pumping hard now, your cock feeling swollen, your balls
tightening up.

   "Oh!  Oh, fuck, baby are you going to cum?  Are you going to spew that
thick load all over for me?" Sabrina asked.  "God, I wish we could be
together.  I'd want that load all over my face.  The first load on my face
for sure - ungh - and then the next one?  I think I want the next one all
over my ass after you've - umhmmm - after you've fucked me doggy style. 
And then I'd feel you using that cum to test me, to start prodding at my
little back door.  My virgin little ass that's never had a man in it
before, and I'd know I should stop you, but I can't say no to you baby.  I-
I- Fuuuuhuuuuck!"

   She went over the top.  Sabrina had started ramming her three fingers
into herself, the juicy sounds squishing as she fingered herself into an
orgasm.  And the thing is, you were right there with her, imagining all
those slutty things she was saying were coming to life.  Unloading on her
face, leaving her plastered in your cum.  Fucking her from behind, driving
her face into the pillows of her bed, or better yet into the grass outside
as you railed her over and over.  Prodding your cock at the entrance to her
asshole, taking what you wanted from her as she let you do it.

   You came hard, the first volley shooting up into the air and falling
back onto your hand.  The next two catching less height, but doing the
same.

   "Oooh, oh, baby," Sabrina hummed happily.  "That looked so good, baby.
So tasty.  God, you came so hard for me.  Mmm, I wish I could just lick
that up."

   She raised the camera back up, passing by her bare tits again until her
lips were back in frame.  "OK, baby," she said.  "I think we both need to
clean ourselves up.  That was so much fun, I can't wait to play with you
again."

   She smiled, holding it for a long moment, and then she broke character.
Sabrina rolled onto her side, raising the camera back to show her whole
face again.  "Oh my god, you came like a fucking horse, John." she laughed.
"I almost broke character.  I can't even imagine getting hit with a load
like that."

   "Fuck, that was hot, Sabrina," you said.  "You really know how to use
your words to get me going."

   "Hmm, I'm glad you appreciated it.  Daddy."

   "Alright, enough of that," I laughed.  "I think I really do need to
clean up though."

   "Same.  OK, remember, you are asking out Gemma tomorrow for drinks,"
Sabrina said.  "Maybe it's best if you don't jerk off again tonight or
tomorrow morning.  Save it all up in case things go really well." She
grinned naughtily and then stuck out her tongue.

   "I can't see things going that well," I sighed.  "I mean, maybe me and
Gemma work well, but she really doesn't strike me as a First Date Fuck kind
of girl."

   "True, but maybe I'll talk her into it for you," Sabrina grinned. 
"Anyways, tomorrow drinks with Gemma.  Make it happen.  Then the next day
you're coming to my place after work, OK?"

   "I am?" I asked.

   "Yeah, you are," she said.  "And you're bringing that cock of yours with
you.  This was definitely not enough to keep me satisfied."

   "Well the good news is you've got it recorded," you said.  "You can
watch it over and over."

   Sabrina let her mouth drop open in mock surprise.  "By jeeves, you're
right!"

   "Hey, Sabrina," you said.

   "Yes?"

   "Today was a lot of fun," you said.  "Thanks for being a good - well,
whatever we are at this point."

   "Co-worker fuck budies with side business benefits?"

   "Yeah, that one's going to need some workshopping," I laughed.

   "Good night, John," Sabrina said.

   "Good night," you replied, and had to stop the last words from slipping
off your tongue.

   The call ended, and you could still feel them hanging there, wanting to
be said.

   "Fuck me," you finally said instead.  It was too early in any world to
say what you'd wanted to say.  "Come on, man.  Get your head in the game."



   Chapter 24

   It was your turn for the coffee that morning, so you weren't in quite as
bright and early as you had the day before.  Just the difference in the
last twenty-four hours had you staring off into space while you were in
line at the coffee shop down the street from the office.

   "Excuse me?  Sir?"

   You shook your head, waking yourself up.  "Sorry, sorry," you mumbled,
stepping up to the counter and thumbing open your phone to read off the
orders.  "I need three black coffees extra large, plus an almond macchiato
large, a french vanilla large, two cold brews medium aaaand can I get one
of those chocolate pastry things?" You asked.

   "Sure," the girl behind the counter said.  She was a pretty girl who
took care of herself, but she'd applied more makeup than she needed -
probably wanting to distract from the fact that she was a little
overweight. That didn't stop her from showing off a significant amount of
cleavage crammed into her uniform shirt, and just noticing that made you
think of Gemma and the first time you'd ever seen her not buttoned up, prim
and proper, yesterday after hours.

   "Actually, can I get three of those?" you asked.

   "Yeah, of course," she chirped, but you could immediately tell you'd
annoyed her since she'd almost finished packing the first one up in a
little box that wouldn't fit the others.

   Oops, you thought.  Is this the same thing as the secretary whispering?

   And now that you'd thought of that...

   "And could you add one more black coffee, medium to that please?" you
asked.

   She sighed and started adding it to your order.

   "Thanks," you tried to smile politely, and got nothing back.

   Giving up on making this interaction any better, you paid and tucked the
receipt away so that you could submit it as an expense.  Rather than
issuing out a bunch of company cards for the interns, the firm did expense
reports - hopefully whoever processed them wouldn't look twice at the three
pastries, but you'd seen Garrison order three dozen donuts for a six person
deposition before so you weren't exactly worried.

   For the next fifteen minutes you set aside all your daydreaming and mild
panic at what the day was going to bring, and focused on balancing eight
drinks and a box of pastries in your arms while managing your messenger bag
as well.

   You made it, barely.  A biker had hopped the curb to avoid an uber
driver suddenly pulling over in front of him to drop his fare, and you'd
almost been the feature of a bicycle-meets-pedestrian youtube clip. 
Thankfully, you only dropped the pastry box and it hadn't opened, and a
kind woman had picked it up and set it back on your tower of drinks for
you.

   Inside the building, you walked up to the counter and for the only time
since your very first time in the building, instead of walking by the
reception desk you stopped.  "Good morning, Becks," you said.

   Becks - you had to assume her full name was Rebecca - looked up from her
computer screen.  "Oh, hey.  You're um, Sabrina's coworker, right?  John?"

   "Yes," you said.  "I'm on coffee duty today, but I didn't know your
order so I grabbed you a medium black."

   "Finally, one of you boys thinks to ask me," Becks said with a smirk,
reaching out and taking the coffee you ordered.

   "Finally?" you asked.

   "Yeah.  Sabrina and Gemma both asked me their first day here.  They've
been bringing me coffees all month."

   "Fuu-OK," you cut yourself off from swearing.  "Well, I'm sorry I wasn't
thinking of you."

   "Honestly, this is my second year here and you're the first guy intern
to ask, so better late than never," she smiled.  "Here, I'll call the
elevator for you so you don't have to struggle." Becks came around from the
desk and walked you to the elevator.

   "Thanks, I appreciate it," you said.

   "Who's the pastries for?" she asked as she pushed the button.

   "Oh, um," you stammered.

   "It's alright," she grinned.  "I won't say anything."

   "Thanks," you said.

   "I mean, next time you're on duty, I wouldn't say no either," she teased
you.

   The elevator binged and opened, and you stepped in.  "Got it.  Oh, how
do you take it?"

   Becks smirked.  "Black, and as big as I can get it," she laughed, and
gave you a wink, before reaching into the elevator and hitting your floor
button for you.  "Have a good day, John."

   "You too, Becks," you said, and the doors closed.

   "Jesus," you sighed.  It's gonna be a day.

   Up in the office, you stopped off at the intern conference room first to
shed your messenger bag and deliver Sabrina's cold brew.  She wasn't in the
office yet, but when you walked in Gemma was already sitting at her spot at
the head of the table, a Starbucks frappuccino sat next to her - she'd
declared early on she hated the taste of the coffee from the place we went
down the street, and got her own on the way in.

   "Morning," you said, quickly sliding the tower of drinks onto the table
and walking around to drop your bag off at your spot.

   "Oh, hey you," Gemma said.  "Good morning."

   "Hey, Gemma," you said, picking up the pastry box and walking over to
her.  "I'm glad I caught you before the others are here.  I wanted to say
sorry again about yesterday." You opened the box and showed her the
chocolate pastries.

   "So you're bribing me with chocolate?" Gemma asked with a raised
eyebrow, then grinned.  "You know me too well." She picked one of the
pastries out and set it on the lid of her frappuccino.  "Thanks, John."

   "You're welcome," you said, then went and stowed the box on your chair,
out of sightline from the door if Eric came in before you got back from
drink deliveries.  "Why so early today?"

   "Well, after you and Sabrina got the special assignment yesterday, I
guess I was hoping for some special treatment myself, but no such luck,"
she said.

   "Sorry, not my fault I'm Garrison's favourite," you shrugged and teased
her.  "He just doesn't like attractive blondes, I guess."

   "Yeah, he really strikes me as the tall, dark and handsome type," she
said sarcastically, a little smile on her lips.

   You considered asking Gemma out right then and there, but felt weird
about it considering you'd just brought up the 'You caught me fingering
Sabrina in the copy room yesterday' thing.  So instead, you made a couple
more small talk comments, and then went to deliver the drinks.



   Chapter 25

   By the time you came back around from dropping off the coffees in the
Lawyer's offices, Eric and Andy were both in the intern conference room. 
Eating your pastries.

   "Hey dude," Eric said, just popping the last bite into his mouth. 
"Thanks for bringing in snacks."

   The empty box was sitting in the middle of the table.  All you could do
was sort of raise your hands as you watched Andy peeling the chocolate
filling out of the pasty he had in front of him and eating just that part.

   "Yeah, yeah," you finally said, shaking your head in mourning for your
lost breakfast.  "You're up next time though."

   "Sure," Eric nodded, and you knew there wasn't a chance in hell he'd
think to reciprocate.

   "Can I have another?" Andy asked.

   "That was the last one," you sighed.

   You grabbed your seat and opened up your laptop, getting started again
on the pile of emails and digital files that needed sorting before you
could all get to the real task for the day - keyword searches on
thirty-year-old hardcopy files.

   Sabrina arrived right on time, and she flashed you a smile as you looked
up and saw her wearing your sunglasses again.

   "Morning," she chirped.  "Andy, you're here early!"

   "I am?" the dopey guy said.  "Oh, yeah.  Garrison told me yesterday I
have to start a half hour earlier now."

   "So you were late, then?" you asked him.

   "What?" he asked back.

   "You got here five minutes ago.  So you're late for your early start," I
said.

   "What?" Andy asked again.

   "Can we maybe get to work instead of debating the time-space continuum
of Andy's life?" Gemma asked.

   "I don't know, I have to wonder if the fluctuations are being caused by
strange gravitational forces," you said.  "Like, is Andy a black hole, and
time dilates around him?"

   Gemma snickered.  "Maybe the dilation matches his pupils.  Andy, did you
smoke up last night again?"

   "Yeah, I mean- Wait, is this a trick question?" The interns had signed
an employee policy that they were not using recreational drugs, but had
been assured that since marijuana had been legalized in the state that
didn't count.  Andy had been a little paranoid about talking about his
habit anyways.

   Eventually you all fell into your regular work patterns.  You only had
to kick Andy awake once, and a couple of the associate lawyers dropped off
stacks of files for you all to sort through ASAP.  That actually meant
'before the other stuff, but after anything a Partner gives you to do.

   Around eleven you stood up and stretched, then headed for the washroom.
As you were coming back out, Sabrina was walking down the hall.  She
grabbed your arm and pulled you further into the office, towards the staff
kitchen.

   "Did you ask her yet?" Sabrina asked you immediately after starting to
fill her water bottle.

   "No, I didn't want to.  I apologized again this morning for yesterday, I
thought it might be bad form to ask her out right after that," you said.

   "Oh," Sabrina said.  "That actually makes sense."

   "Also, I spoke with Becks this morning, it went well," you said.

   Sabrina grinned.  "I know, she told me.  Nice job finally figuring out
you could buy her a coffee."

   "No one said anything about that," you said.  "Why didn't you tell me?"

   "I can't give away all my secrets," she said, and smirked.  "Speaking of
which, what's with not buying enough pastries for me?"

   You rolled your eyes.  "I got one each for me, you and Gemma, but Andy
and Eric got to the box while I wasn't in the room.  So we both missed
out."

   "Well, I guess you're just going to figure out another way to fix my
chocolate addiction," Sabrina said.  She glanced around, making sure no one
was nearby listening, then leaned in and whispered, "I hear sex is a pretty
good serotonin replacement."

   "Here?  Today?" you asked, surprised.

   She pursed her lips and shook her head.  "No.  But it's fun to tease
you." She finished filling her water bottle, and you both started walking
back.  "By the way, the video from the restaurant?  It's doing some killer
numbers."

   "That's great," you said.  Considering you'd watched it about three
times last night yourself, you could understand why.

   "So when are you going to ask her?" Sabrina asked.

   "At lunch, I think," you said.  "I'll see if she wants to grab something
from the bodega downstairs, and ask her while we aren't in the office."

   "Good idea, I approve," Sabrina nodded.  "But, um, could you actually
get me some reese cups while you're down there?  I'm craving chocolate
now."

   You laughed, and you both entered the intern conference room to get back
to work.  The thing was, you didn't miss Gemma giving you a sidelong
glance, lingering as you sat down and then glancing away when you tried to
meet her eyes.

   Now what did that mean?



   Chapter 26

   Just before lunch, you messaged Gemma over the official Slack channel
that the office used for messaging.  'Hey, Bodega?'

   Gemma, sitting just down the table from you, raised her eyebrow a moment
later and glanced up at you, then back down to her computer screen and
typed quickly.  'Sure.  Why this?'

   We knew the law office had keyloggers on our work laptops, and the Slack
could be checked by any of the Partners, so you, Gemma, Sabrina, and Eric
had all taken to being as brief as you could on it.  Andy, of course, said
whatever came to mind.  Sometimes he messaged on it late at night, asking
if anyone wanted to come over for drunk pizza.

   'Want to ask your advice on something without You Know Who tagging
along.' You sent it, then realized she might think you meant Sabrina. 
Shit, was she going to think you wanted to gossip about Sabrina - or worse,
that you wanted to talk to her about Sabrina?

   Gemma just replied with a Thumbs Up emoji, and you all worked for
another five minutes until the clock hit twelve.

   "It's a sub day for me," Eric said, standing and stretching.  "Anyone
else want to make the run?"

   "You buying?" Andy asked.

   "No," Eric said.  "Dude, you can buy your own sub."

   "Fine, I'll still come," Andy sighed.  They left quickly; the trip down
to the sub shop, the wait and the trip back would take most of our break.

   "You want me to grab you anything from the Bodega, Sabrina?" you asked.

   "Um, sure.  I'll get one of those pre packaged salads, please," she
said. "The one with the chicken if it's there."

   "I'll come with," Gemma said, standing.  She was wearing a dark blouse
with a floral print over a tan skirt that seemed tight and came down to her
knees, and her usual dark 1" heels.  Dressy enough to look good, but not to
over do it.

   "Cool, let's go," you said, and left together.  You glanced back at
Sabrina on your way out the door and she gave you a bright smile and a
thumbs up.

   You'd made it to the elevator before Gemma turned to you.  "Alright,
spill.  Why do you want to talk to me without Sabrina around?  Because
we're cool, but I don't know if I'm ready to give advice on where you can
hook up again or something."

   "No, ugh, I knew you were going to think that right after I sent it,"
you sighed.  "I meant Andy and Eric.  Well, also Sabrina, but not Sabrina
specifically."

   "Oh," Gemma said, a little surprised.  The elevator arrived and you got
in, and you hit the button for the ground floor.  "So, you actually have
some advice on something?"

   "Sort of," you said.  "You're a confident person, right?  Well, I met
this really confident woman recently and I've decided that I'm interested
in getting to know her better.  I'm just wondering how you think I should
approach someone who seems to have life by the balls and everything going
for them."

   "Oh, alright," Gemma frowned.  You could see the gears turning in her
head.  "What about Sabrina, though?"

   "Sabrina has made it completely clear that we aren't going to be a
couple," you said.  "And don't get me wrong, I think she and I could be
good together, but I'm going to respect what she wants.  Plus, this woman
I'm interested in...  well, let's just say she is very much a First Pick
kind of woman.  She's absolutely gorgeous, has great style and poise. 
She's very smart and driven, I wouldn't be surprised if she ended up a
corporate lawyer, or some sort of prosecutor.  And when she smiles it sort
of lights up the room and makes me forget what I'm doing."

   "Wow, John," Gemma said.  "You kind of sound smitten.  Who is she? 
She's not, like, some forty year old MILF or something, is she?"

   The elevator stopped and opened, and you stepped out.  "Hey Becks," you
both said at the same time as you passed the secretary's desk.

   "Hey Gemma, John," Becks said, giving a wave from her desk.  It looked
like she was managing some sort of scheduling binder so we didn't say any
more.

   Once we'd exited the office building, you turned to walk down the street
towards the bodega.  "So, first off no, I'm not interested in a
forty-year-old MILF," you said.  "But you do know her."

   Gemma frowned again, pressing her lips together and eyeing me sideways.
"If you just tell me, this will be a lot easier to help you," she said.

   "Just try," you said.

   "Alright, well, if she's as amazing as you say, and she's confident and
she knows who you are - wait, are you trying to get a date with Becks?"

   "What?  No," you said.  "Well, I mean Becks is pretty, but- No, no, it's
not her."

   "Alright, well, like I was saying, if she's everything you say she is,
and she knows who you are and you're not being creepy or whatever, then you
should just walk up to her and say, 'Hey, whoever you are.  I'd like to
take you out tonight if you're free.' And then outline a plan for the
date."

   "Alright, that makes sense," you said.  "So you think she'd want me to
just be direct?"

   "Yes, John," Gemma said.  "Surprisingly, women only like games when
they're fun and they already know you decently well."

   "Huh, alright, good to know," you nodded.

   You two entered the bodega and quickly grabbed your usual lunch items,
and you remembered at the last minute to grab some Reese's cups for Sabrina
at the counter.  After finishing at the cash, you both headed out again.

   "So you're really not going to tell me who it is?" Gemma asked.  "I'm
going to have to find out through the rumour mill or something?"

   "Oh, you'll know pretty much as soon as I ask, I promise," you said. 
"Believe me, I wouldn't hide it from you, that would be weird."

   She gave you a look.  "OK.  You realize this has been kind of a weird
conversation, right?"

   "Well, yeah, but it was fun," you smiled.  "Oh, by the way, Gemma, I'd
like to take you out tonight.  I was thinking we could meet up at seven at
that arcade bar down on Fifth, then we could take a walk down Main street
and hit the food trucks in Beaumont Park for a snack."

   Gemma opened her mouth, and then closed it again.  "Wow," she finally
said.  "I walked right into that one, didn't I?"

   "You did," you grinned.  "So seven?"

   "Make it eight," she said.  "My roommates called a meeting for six and I
have no idea how long they'll take."

   "Eight it is," you said.

   You both walked quietly for a moment, and then Gemma grinned.  "So,
First Pick kind of woman, huh?  Style and poise?  Laying it on pretty thick
there, Romeo."

   "Was I lying?" you asked.

   She chuckled and then preened a little bit as she tucked some of her
platinum blonde hair behind her ear.  "No, I guess you weren't."



   Chapter 27

   The three of you, Sabrina, Gemma and yourself, ate lunch together in the
office and none of you brought up the relationship stuff that had been
going on between you.  Things, it felt like, were back to normal.  By the
time you all were back to work, Andy and Eric returned from lunch fifteen
minutes late and in a rush.

   Thankfully, for them at least, none of the Partners or associates
noticed.  Still, the afternoon felt like it dragged on as files came into
the conference and were sent back out with sticky notes and highlighter. 
It was around four o'clock when you went to grab some water from the
kitchen.  As you were sipping it you got a text from Sabrina.  'Check
OF!!!'

   You frowned and looked up and down the hallway.  Trent, one of the
associates, had just left the kitchen as you were coming in so you were now
alone.  You switched off your wifi and then brought up Sabrina's OnlyFans
page.  The first thing you noticed was that she must have timed the upload
release of the video you'd helped her with last night - it had released
about an hour ago and had a surprising number of views.  Her last video had
a lot of views as well.

   Holy shit, Sabrina's subscriber count had shot up by over 1000 since
last night.  You weren't completely sure of the backend split that OnlyFans
gave the models, but that had to be well over $5000 extra dollars in
Sabrina's pocket just this month alone.

   'Holy shit.  That's awesome!' you texted back.  'I think you owe me
dinner, tho.'

   'I owe u appetizers, dinner, dessert, and then a late night coffee.' she
texted, along with a series of emojis that you were pretty sure were meant
to be sexual.

   Then Sabrina came down the hall, and seeing you were alone she skipped
into the kitchen, right up to me, raised on her tiptoes and kissed me on
the mouth.  No tongue, unfortunately, and it was sweet and cute and made
your heart flutter a little.

   "OK," she said.  "Don't talk about that here, obvi.  But tell me, did
you ask her?"

   "I did," you said.  "We're going out tonight.  The arcade bar on fifth,
then the Beaumont food trucks."

   "Oh, that's a good date.  Nice thinking," Sabrina said.  "I'm actually
kinda jealous."

   "Really?" you asked.  "I thought-"

   "Not of the date, of the food," Sabrina assured you.

   "Well, we can still go do the food trucks as friends.  It doesn't have
to be a date," you said.

   "And that, John, is yet another reason why I want to-" she stuck her
tongue into her cheek and made the universal hand sign for blowjob.

   "Good to know.  Bring food, get fun," you laughed.

   "Definitely," Sabrina nodded.  "Well, good food, anyways.  McDonalds
might get you a quick flash at best."

   "Hey, better than nothing," you said.

   She snorted and shook her head.  "OK, so what time is your date?"

   "Eight," you told her.

   "Ooh, OK," Sabrina said.  "Text me your address.  I'll be at your place
at six."

   "Wait, you what?" you asked.

   "I'll be at your place at six," she said.  "I'll help you pick out the
right outfit."

   "Sabrina, just because I'm not a natural secretary whisperer doesn't
mean I can't dress myself."

   "Pick out your outfit was code for blowing you so you're not constantly
thinking of sex during the date," Sabrina said.

   "Oh..." you said.  "Uh, OK.  Um.  Thanks?"

   "Looking forward to it," Sabrina laughed.  You both started walking back
to the conference room again.

   "Hey, um, any chance you...  would actually help me pick out my outfit?"

   Sabrina snorted.  "Yeah, I can do that too."

   Back in the office you were all settled into your work again when Eric
messaged you over the Slack.  'Yo.'

   You looked over and he was staring hard at his laptop screen.  Frowning,
you messaged back.  'What's up?'

   'Do you think I should ask Gemma out?'

   Oh, god.  How were you supposed to answer this?  You could tell him yes
to watch him crash and burn, or you could tell him no and then, if things
went well between you and Gemma, he could get mad.  You decided that today
was a good day, and you didn't want to risk karma taking it out on you
later.  'Probably not.  I have a date with her tonight.'

   "What?" Eric blurted out.

   "Something wrong?" Sabrina asked.; We were all staring at him.

   "Oh, uh, nothing," Eric said.  "I just...  lost some work I didn't get
to save."

   "Bummer," Gemma said, and went back to her highlighting.

   'When did this happen??!?  Why didn't you tell me???!!'

   You sighed and shook your head.  'Literally 4 hours ago.  We've been in
this room since then.'

   'Dude.  Nice.  Get a pic of them titties for me.'

   'Eric, this is the Slack chat.'

   'O, fuk.'

   You were fairly certain Eric spent the rest of the day trying to google
ways to delete Slack chat comments.



   Chapter 28

   The last hour of the day absolutely dragged by.  You weren't sure what
you were more excited for, your date with Gemma or your...  not-a-date? 
What did you even call your plans with Sabrina?  Just 'plans?'

   Suffice it to say, you got very little done.  And then the day ended
pretty much like any other - you all packed up your things and started
filing out of the office all at the same time.  Waiting at the elevator,
Gemma snuck you a little smile and a wink, but that was all you could do
without tipping off Erc and Andy.

   "Well, see you all tomorrow," Sabrina said at the door.  We all mumbled
back our agreements, and went our separate ways to various nearby public
transit - except for Andy, whose parents had gotten him a one-bedroom
apartment for the summer right in downtown, just two blocks from the
office. Which was yet another appalling detail of his constant lateness.

   The bus ride was packed, but you managed to get a seat and immediately
started annoying the people around you with your nervous leg bouncing.

   It took about thirty minutes of transit and walking to get to your
apartment, and when you walked in you found your roommate Mosche was
sitting in front of the TV in nothing but his boxers, an open jar of peanut
butter balanced on his stomach, a spook hanging from his mouth, and porn on
the big screen set to some trap beat.

   "Oh, shit!" he said, scrambling to cover the fact that he'd been clearly
tenting his boxers while also trying to stop his airplay from his phone. 
The jar of peanut butter went tumbling away from him and rolled to a stop
at your feet.

   "Dude, what the fuck!?" you said.

   "Why are you home so early?  You're not usually home this early," Mosche
shouted.  He'd gotten a pillow over his crotch but was fumbling with his
phone, turning up the music by accident before finally getting it stopped.

   "Dude, it's after 5:30, I'm always home at this time.  What the fuck? 
Why are you doing this out here?" At the moment you weren't feeling
inclined to mention that you'd jerked off in that same seat last night, but
you'd known Mosche wouldn't be back.

   Maybe I should stop making assumptions like that, you thought to
yourself.

   "Oh, fuck, I lost track of time.  I was- This chick was talking to me
last night about tantric sex stuff, and said I should try it, and I was
like 'If I figure it out we should do it together' and she was like 'If you
figure it out we can fuck all weekend, literally' and so...  that's what
I've been doing today?"

   You really didn't know what to say to all of that.  "Mosche, I- just...
I've got someone coming over in thirty minutes, OK?  Just get yourself
cleaned up.  We'll probably be in my room for a bit, but dear god just put
some fucking clothes on?"

   "Yeah, sure, yeah," Mosche nodded.  "Wait, is it a girl?"

   You closed your eyes and took in a breath.  "Yes, it's a girl."

   "Do you think she knows anything about tantric sex?  I'm really not
figuring this out."

   "Watch a fucking youtube video or something, Mosche!  I swear, if you
bring up tantric sex to Sabrina I will heckle the shit out of you every
comedy night you do for the rest of the summer."

   Mosche held up his hands in surrender.  "Fine, fine!  It was just a
question."

   "Fuck, dude," you said, shaking your head and heading to your room.

   You quickly changed out of your work clothes and into some baggy
athletic shorts and a t-shirt, then re-thought things and grabbed a fast
shower.  By the time you were back out and dressed again, it was almost
6pm. You grabbed your phone and realized you'd missed texts from Sabrina.

   'OMW.  I'm bringing dinner, what do you want?'

   'John what do u want to eat?'

   'A girl coming to give you blowjob is offering to bring you food as
well, and you ignore her?'

   'KK, chicken nuggies from McD's it is.'

   "Shit," you sighed, and quickly typed.  'Sorry, was in shower.  Nuggets
are more than fine if you already have them.'

   She replied by sending you back a photo, her face scrunched up looking
silly next to a bag of McDonald's.  In the background it looked like she
was in a car.

   You took what time you had left to quickly clean your room - aka shoving
your dirty laundry into the hamper instead of the floor of your closet,
emptying your garbage can (mostly to hide the amount of dirty kleenex in
there), and spraying Febreeze liberally over...  well, over everything. 
You were just making your bed when there was a knock out at the door to the
apartment.

   "I got it," Mosche yelled to you.

   "No, I got it!" you said, rushing out.

   Mosche was already opening the door, thankfully wearing sweatpants and a
t-shirt now, to reveal a big, burly guy stuffed into a delivery driver
uniform from a local pizza place.  Sabrina leaned from behind him and
waved. "Hey, we got here at the same time," she said.  "You should have
told me you ordered pizza."

   "Oh, that's mine," Mosche said.  He stepped out into the hall to deal
with the delivery guy, and you invited Sabrina in.

   "I didn't even know he ordered it," you said.  "And believe me, there's
probably enough garlic and anchovies on there you probably don't want to be
around when he opens the box.  Come on."

   You led Sabrina around to your room, and she handed you the bag of
McDonald's and you sat it on the bed.  "Hey," you said, finally breaking
into a smile.

   "Hey," she said, and came in for a hug.  She was wearing a pair of
preppy jean booty shorts that hugged her tight body, and a summery tank top
that showed the outline of her bra, along with flip flops, and your
sunglasses perched on top of her head.

   When you separated from the hug, she held your arms and looked you up
and down.  "Well, at least you smell good, but please tell me this isn't
your date outfit?"

   "No, god no," you said.  "I figured you'd want to start from scratch."

   "Very, very true," Sabrina grinned.  "How about you break out the
nuggies and sauce, and I'll start browsing what we have to work with?" She
turned to your closet and immediately began flipping through your shirts.

   "Sure, yeah," you said, sitting on the bed.

   You'd kind of been expecting the blowjob to come first, but food was
good, too.



   Chapter 29

   Five minutes later and half of your closet was out and scattered across
your room.  Sabrina had connected your wireless speaker and was playing a
song that had a kind of dark, electronic edge and a crooning voice singing
about a sort of vaguely sexual encounter.  Or maybe it was a breakup?  It
was hard to keep track as you were also trying to follow what Sabrina was
saying.

   "This one has potential," she said.  She'd had you stand and was holding
shirts up to you, then tossing them in a Maybe pile and a No pile.  "This
one, definitely not."

   "Oh, it's not that bad," you said.  She'd held up a black t-shirt with a
big, old-school Marvel print on it.  "I mean, it's not a date shirt, but
you just scoffed like it's garbage."

   "John, look at me," she said, putting a hand on your shoulder and
looking up into your eyes.  "Listen to me carefully.  If you want to fuck,
you need Gemma to see you as the catch you can be.  A superhero shirt
doesn't exactly scream 'I'm the guy your pussy wants.'"

   You thought about arguing with her for a second, then just decided it
wasn't worth it.  "Alright," you said.

   "Good," she nodded.  "Now nugget me," and she opened her mouth, her
hands still full of your clothes.  You held up another chicken nugget and
she took a bite of it, scrunching up her nose and growling like she was an
animal tearing into its prey.  "Grrrr."

   "Nice," you snorted.

   She pursed her lips as she chewed, making a face.  "I am woman, hear me
roar."

   The fashion teardown finally came to an end once Sabrina had narrowed
your entire wardrobe down to two shirts and two different pants.  "You said
it was an arcade bar, right?  Like with pinball machines and stuff?"

   "Yeah, exactly," I said.  I'd finished stuffing my own face with the
nuggets as well, and was wiping my mouth with the McDonald's napkin.  "She
seemed interested."

   "Mmm, maybe," Sabrina said, "Or Gemma was just humouring you.  Hard to
know, I don't actually know all that much about what she does in her off
time.  Maybe she's a secret nerd or something.  Anyways, these pants for
sure.  I'm still not sure about the shirt."

   "Anything I can do to help?" you asked.

   "Actually, there is," Sabrina said, and then she picked up all of the
clothes she'd thrown on your bed and tossed them into one big pile up near
the head.  She got up on the now-cleared space and sat on her knees.  "Come
here."

   You did, standing in front of her.  Sabrina looked up at you and cocked
her had, then reached up and ran her fingers through your hair.  "We're
going to need to do something with this, too," she said.

   "As you wish," you said.  This whole thing felt sort of surreal, one hot
chick helping you get ready to go on a date with another.

   "See, that's part of what I like about you, John," Sabrina said. 
"Sometimes you stand up for yourself or take the initiative, and you know
when to get out of your own way and let a woman teach you a thing or two."

   "Oh, I'm allowed to take what I want sometimes?" you said with a smirk.

   "Well yeah," Sabrina said, and licked her lips.  "That's how you ended
up with two fingers stretching my pussy in the copy room."

   You took her chin in your hand, your finger and thumb split and running
up either side of her jaw, and leaned down and kissed her.  Now, you'd
kissed Sabrina before.  This was the first time you were really taking the
kiss though, and she eagerly came up to meet you.  She sucked in a breath
through her nose as your lips met, and you pushed your tongue into her
mouth and she hummed in appreciation.

   Sabrina reached for your waist, her hand quickly pushing past your
shorts and down to your cock, while you used the hand not on her jaw to
palm her small tit through her shirt and bra.  Inside your shorts she
wrapped her small fingers around your quickly hardening cock and gave you a
couple of tugs.

   Your kiss ended, but as you started to pull away she licked your lips
again.  Her eyes, big and mesmerizing, looked at you with want.

   "No sex tonight," Sabrina said.

   "Not even if I take it?" you asked.

   She shook her head.  "I know you won't, because I'm saying no," she
said.

   "Why?" you asked, breathing deeply through your nose as she thrust your
shorts down to your ankles and took your cock in both hands, slowly jerking
you.

   "Because, daddy," Sabrina said, smirking at the nickname.  "Tonight
you're going to go out with Gemma, and it wouldn't be fair to her.  Your
night with her should be special for both of you."

   "Sabrina, I really doubt even if the date goes super well that Gemma is
going to just have sex with me this fast.  Not even you went that fast."

   "Fair," Sabrina said.  "But she still can't smell pussy on you if she
gives you a blowjob or something.  So that means you just get my pretty
little mouth tonight."

   She leaned forward and kissed the head of my now raging hard cock with
the lightest feather of a kiss, and looked up to me again.  "Got it,
daddy?"



   Chapter 30

   "As you wish," you said, once again quoting the Princess Bride to her
without Sabrina seeming to realize it.

   "Good daddy," she smirked, then leaned forward again and took the head
of your cock into her mouth as she looked up at you with her big eyes.

   "You know, if you keep calling me that, I'm seriously going to give you
a spanking until your ass is red," you said.

   "Mmm, pwomitheth," she grinned around your cock.

   Sabrina went to work on you.  Back in the copy room, there had been that
thrill of the entire day, and doing it at work, that had been buzzing in
your mind.  Now you were here, comfortable in your shitty sublease of a
room, Mosche somewhere out there in the apartment eating his stinky pizza,
and you had all the time in the world to just enjoy it.

   The first thing you realized was that Sabrina loved to use her tongue.
She rubbed it on the bottom of your head, she trailed it up and down the
side of your shaft.  She would take little licks, and then she would talk a
long lick like she was eating an ice cream cone.  You also noticed that she
tried her damndest to keep eye contact with you, which was fucking hot at
any time of day, but for some reason when she would fumble for just that
moment, missing her mouth with your dick and needing to readjust, it was
the cutest and sexiest thing.

   "You are just a special girl, Sabrina," you moaned.

   "Mmm, thank you, baby," she said.  "You're pretty special yourself. 
Have I mentioned I love the taste of your cock?"

   "Not today you haven't," you said, though you couldn't remember if she'd
said it to you yesterday or not.

   "Well, maybe I'll have to remind you every day," she said, before taking
you halfway into her mouth again and sucking you like a straw.  "Mmmm, your
precum is perfect," she hummed once she released you again.

   "You really like it that much?" you asked.

   "Mhmm," she nodded, holding your dick with one hand and giving you this
innocent, earnest look.

   "Do you have a cum fetish?" you asked.

   "Not really," she said.  "I mean, I've had sex and all, but I've never
really explored stuff like that."

   "Where have you had cum on you before, then?" you asked.  "I want to cum
somewhere you haven't had it before.  We can see how it makes you feel."

   "Um, well in my mouth obviously.  And once on my face, but my boyfriend
shot small loads so it wasn't much," she said.  "And on my ass a bunch when
he'd pull out after doggie.  Any time we fucked doggie style he'd cum
really quick."

   "That it?" you asked.

   "Mhmm," she hummed again.  She hadn't stopped playing with and teasing
you while you talked.

   "Take off your shirt and bra," you told her.

   She did it without question.  Sabrina pulled her shirt up from the
waist, pulling it right over her head, and then undid her bra and set both
garments aside.

   "Fuck, Sabrina," you groaned, and leaned down and immediately took one
of her small tits in your mouth, mauling the other one in your hand as you
held her still at her bare waist.  Her nipple was already firmed up and you
played your tongue over it, sucking hard.

   "Oh, John.  Fuck, yes, do it like that," she moaned.  "Fuck, no one's
been that hard on my tits before and it feels so fucking...  huuuh, that's
good."

   You switched tits, sucking on the other and pinched the nipple you had
just left in between your fingers.  You took your time, enjoying her small
tits and smooth skin and just the smell of her as she ran her fingers
through your hair and crooned wordlessly.

   Eventually, you pulled away and stood back up, looking down at her as
she cupped her tits, feeling her roughly treated nipples.  "Back in your
mouth now," you told her, and she leaned forward and took your direction.
"Fuck yes, Sabrina.  I'm going to come on your tits.  I'm going to spray my
hot cum all over them."

   "Mmm," she hummed, and reached up and started hacking you off as she
sucked hard on your head.  Always with her eyes up to watch you.

   "Is that what you want?  You want me to drain my balls all over you?"
you asked.  "You're such a slut for my cock, Sabrina.  Yesterday you showed
me everything in a public restaurant.  Your little tits, you puffy, needy
little cunt.  Anyone could have seen you, but you did it just to tease me.
And then we risked everything because you couldn't wait another second for
my cock.  At work?  Really?  Is that how hungry you are for it?"

   "Yes," she hissed, jerking you faster and faster as she aimed you down
at her chest.  "Yes, I want it, John.  Fuck, this is so fucking wrong,
fucking you.  You're not my boyfriend.  We've barely even been friends for
a month.  Before then you were just a boy I saw in my classes.  Fuck, my
nipples are so fucking hard right now, I'm such a fucking whore thinking
about your cock."

   "How many people saw you orgasm just to the view of my cock on the video
from yesterday, Sabrina?" you asked.

   Sabrina bit her lip, looking like you might as well have been fingering
her and driving her towards her own orgasm.  "Almost fifteen hundred last I
checked," she moaned.  "Fifteen hundred men and women, who know I'm an
absolute slut for your cock, John."

   You came, your balls pulling up hard into you and your cock throbbing in
her grip.  You pulsed half a dozen times, your cum hitting her chest in
thick splorts and leaving her looking like a splatter painting.

   "Fuck, fuck," you panted, backing away from her a bit when she leaned
forward and sucked your cockhead again, pulling the last bit of cum from
you.

   Sabrina looked up at you, that last string of semen on her tongue as she
stuck it out at you, then she swallowed it with this look on her face like
she was right on the edge of her own delicious orgasm.

   "Shorts and panties off," you ordered her, and just like before Sabrina
started to follow your orders, leaning back to sit on her ass and pushing
down her jean shorts and thong.