The OF Girl Ch. 011-020

It took another two hours to get through to the last employee, who happened to be the Office Administrator lady. By the end of her questionnaire, you had the feeling she realized how much time had been wasted today with all the meetings instead of just a quick email. Her smile was faltering a little, and she made it clear that it was nearing end-of-business and 'everyone is ready to call it quits for the day.'

Soon you and Sabrina were being escorted out and thanked for your work. You'd stowed the papers into your messenger bag, and when you and Sabrina stepped out of the Benthouse building the heat of the day had worn off a bit. Sabrina winced a bit at the sharp light, the sun beating down at an angle, so you took your sunglasses out of your bag and set them on her face for her.

"Thanks," she said, grinning.

"No problem," you said. They were a little too big for her, and the mirrored lenses reflected your back at yourself, but her smile was bright and innocent and she looked cute as hell.

"What?" she asked. "Do I look silly?"

"No, no," you said. "I just want them back. You look good though."

"Do I?" she asked. "Hold on, let's take a selfie."

Sabrina took out her phone and thumbed on the camera, then turned and nestled in under your arm, pressing her body to yours. She was carrying her sweater in her other hand, which she hid with her purse behind your back, and you could feel her small tits pressed into your side as she tilted her face up and smiled at the camera. She clicked the shutter button, and then again, before stopping.

"Hold on. Could you just tilt your head this way?" she asked.

"Like this?" you said, trying to mimic her motion.

"No, more like- no, yeah, likethat," she said, nudging your face around. "OK, better. Now smile with just a little more teeth. No, too much. Little less. Now smile with your eyes."

"What does that mean?" you asked.

"Ugh, boys," Sabrina said. Then she went up on her tiptoes and kissed you on the cheek. "There, that look.That's smiling with your eyes."

You tried to hold your face still as your heart gave a few heavy thumps in your chest. Despite your conversations today, and all the heavy flirting, and the 'show' is the restaurant, it all felt kind of distant. Like you were living outside your body. But that kiss, her lips pressed to your cheek? It was like an airplane coming in for a landing, that first bump of wheels to pavement.

"Perfect," she said, then took another two pictures, then leaned her head on your chest more and took another two, then went up on tiptoes and took another one as she planted her lips on your cheek again. "That one's just for me," she said. "I do not need my sisters asking me questions about you."

"I didn't know you had sisters," you said. "How many?"

"Two. Katherine is my twin sister - we're as close to identical as possible without actually being identical. Then there's Emma, the baby of the family. Well, that's not fair any more, she graduated high school this spring."

"Oh, that's fun," you said. "Is she excited for Uni?"

"She is! Actually, she's coming to State. She wants to spend a year in the dorms like I got to, otherwise I'm sure she'd have ended up living with me," Sabrina said. "God, wouldn't that have been awkward? Hey sis, don't worry about all the weird noises coming from my bedroom."

You laughed and nodded, "Yeah, maybe not something you'd want to have a family discussion about."

"Well, I might need to tell Katherine eventually. I think she'd understand, but it's also like - it's my body, but she's so similar that I'm kinda showing her off too, y'know? It's weird."

"I really don't know," you said. You had both started walking back to the office, and Sabrina had wrapped her arm through yours again as you walked. "I think that's very much a twin-thing. I don't know what it would be like looking at someone else who looks exactly like me."

"True," she said, and sighed. "I don't know. It's like - it's a completely different worry than some stranger finding out. Even if they do turn out to be pretty cool about it." She nudged you in the side.

"Yeah, yeah," you said. "Well, all you can do is hope they don't change the way they think about or treat you. And I'm sure if your sister is anything like you at all, she'll want to make sure you're good."

Sabrina hugged your arm tightly for a moment and smiled up at you through your sunglasses. "Thanks," she said. "Come on, let's get back to the office."

Chapter 15

By the time you got back to the BMA offices, through rush hour traffic which did in fact slow down pedestrians, it was already going on twenty minutes after end of day. 'Becks' the secretary was gone from the front desk, replaced by a grim-faced security guard with jowls like a bulldog who didn't even look up when you walked through to the elevators.

"Should we just drop them off at his desk, or hold on to them to give to Garrison tomorrow?" Sabrina asked you as you were stepping off onto the third floor. She hadn't given you back your sunglasses, but had them pushed up and perched on her forehead, looking part punky biker chick and part nerdy office girl with her clothes.

"Let's drop them off at his desk, but we should make copies first," you said. "You know he'll want copies, and if we do them now it means he won't make us do them tomorrow."

"Good point," she said, then looked around as you both stepped out of the elevator area and into the dark hallways of the firm. "Jesus, there's no one here."

"Yeah, looks like everyone got out of here pretty quick today," you agreed.

Sabrina looked around, peeking down the next hallway over, before coming back. "Alright, well... copy room, right?"

"I can handle it if you want to get out of here," you said. "I think you mentioned something about trying to do some tanning to our hostess at lunch."

"I did, and that would be nice," she agreed. "But I'm not going to just abandon you to do the last of the work. That wouldn't really show how much I appreciate you letting me ride your coattails on this assignment."

You laughed, and both headed for the copy room.

As you entered the closet space you fished the file folder with all of the survey answers out of your messenger bag, taking it off and setting down on the counter opposite the copy machines. Sabrina followed you in, and as you were sorting some of the pages you couldn't help but wonder at the difference one work day could make.

This morning you had just come out and hard-asked if Sabrina was posting on OnlyFans, and she'd almost dove into a panic spiral. Now you two were better friends than, well, ever since you'd only really been acquaintances even as fellow interns, let alone back in college. More than that even, if what you'd discussed at lunch was still on the table. Way more.

"I think three copies probably, right?" you asked, turning back to Sabrina as she was programming the copier.

"Yeah, triplicate should be fine," she said. "Not that we probably need more than one, but it is Garrison."

You handed her the sheets and she straightened the stack one last time before feeding it into the auto-loader of the machine. Sabrina was standing in front of you, turned away, and you took the opportunity to look her up and down. Unless she had done it during her quick bathroom break at Chambers, you knew that Sabrina was still going commando under her long skirt, and you couldn't help but look at her tight little butt imagining what you knew it looked like from her posts.

"There," she said, turning back to you as the copier hummed to life loudly. "Now we wait. Oh, I wonder what we should do?" She had a mischievous look on her face, and Sabrina didn't bother to wait for your response before she closed the single step between you two, ran her hands across your stomach and sides to you back, and pressed her body against yours as she leaned up and kissed you on the mouth.

You'd been hoping for these, and even expecting it at some point, but her abruptness still surprised you even if it shouldn't have. You hesitated one shocked moment before kissing her back, letting your lips open and tongues started probing at each other, playing against each other.

"Mmm, mmm," you hummed, and she chuckled lightly at the back of her throat as she took your hands in hers and slid them around her body until they were circling her small waist.

You kissed for a while - you weren't really sure how long - and focused on the little things to keep yourself from getting overwhelmed by the situation. Her smell, even after a long day of work, still had the hint of a vanilla shampoo. The way her fingers trailed along your shoulders and upper arms as she leaned into you, pressing her entire front to yours. Your hands fell from her waist to her hips, squeezing her, which she groaned in delight at.

Eventually she broke the kiss, keeping her body pressed to yours but leaning her lips away until you were able to look at each other without being entirely cross-eyed. Her eyes were big, pupils dilated, as she smacked her lips and smirked at you. "God, I was right. You are a really good kisser."

You snorted and shook your head, "Yeah, well I take no responsibility for that kiss. You were driving that train, and I just had a great time along for the ride."

She stuck her tongue out at you, cute and innocent, then pecked you on the lips again.

"Well that's not all that I'm going to drive right now," she said. "I wasn't lying when I said I appreciated you helping me out today. And not just for the internship. Honestly, John, today has been a lot, but it's turned out to be in the best way. So I want to give you something, right here and right now."

Chapter 16

Sabrina reached down and her fingers found the zipper of your pants.

"You sure?" you asked, glancing to the door of the Copier room.

"Are you saying no?" she asked, giving you another one of those pouty little smirks as she pulled the zipper down.

"No, no," you said. "I just- earlier today..."

"Earlier today I was offering it to you out of fear," she said. "It was the only thing I could think of to try and get you on my side. But then you turned out to be on my side no matter what. So now, John, I'm offering it to you freely because I want to."

"Say it," you said. She hadn't actually said the words yet, and you wanted to hear them.

"Say what?" she asked coquettishly.

"Say what you're offering."

"You want me to say it?" she asked, teasing. "They're filthy words though. Maybe I shouldn't." She leaned in close to you as her fingers snaked into the front of your pants. Her lips pressed to your ear and she whispered very quietly, "I want to wrap my lips around your cock, John. Then I want to run my tongue up and down your shaft, and take it in my mouth and feel it all the way to the back of my throat. Is that OK? Can I do that for you?"

Her fingers had wriggled around and found the hole to your briefs, and she carefully pulled your hard dick out and into the air between you. Her slender fingers were smooth and just a touch colder than your swollen, raging cock, and they played lightly over the shaft as she giggled in your ear.

"Yes," you said. "Do it."

"Mmmm," she moaned, biting her bottom lip as she slipped down, lowering to her knees. Soon she was kneeling in front of you on the copy room floor, holding your dick at the base with one hand while she looked up at you with those big eyes you'd imagined in this exact position before.

You were blessed with a bigger than average dick for sure, but in her small hands you looked huge -Maybe that's how porn does it. Girls with small hands. Sabrina licked her lips, her gaze slipping to examine your cock before coming back to meeting your own.

"Can I?" she asked you for permission. A shiver ran up your body, from your legs to your neck.

"God yes, Sabrina," you said. "Just- it's been a bit, and you've been teasing me all fucking day."

"That's OK, baby," she said, her breath hot on the side of your dick as she hovered around it. "I understand."

Then Sabrina stuck out her cute little tongue and touched it to the underside base of your dick, and like she was licking a big popsicle she ran her tongue all the way from the base to the very top.

"Fuuuuuck," you groaned.

She swirled her tongue around the head, popping it just inside her mouth a couple of times like she was slurping an ice cream cone, then smacked her lips and kissed your head.

"Is that good, baby? Do you like that?"

You nodded, words stuck in your throat.

"Here, hold my hair back for me," she said, letting go of your cock for a moment to pull her long, black hair back into a ponytail. She didn't have an elastic, so you let her pass it to you and now you were holding her head right at cock level. "Perfect," she said, smirking at you from the tip of your dick. Then she slurped your head in, her tongue darting back and forth, and slowly began to blow you.

She was sensuous about it, using every part of her mouth to tease and release you. Some of the time she stared down at your dick, practically cross eyed as she focused, then she would look back up at you and your heart and dick would both clench at the look in her eyes.

"Oh, fuck, Sabrina," you grunted, struggling to hold your orgasm back. It had been more than a few months since your last female encounter, and jerking off to Sabrina last night felt more like foreplay for this moment than preparation to hold your stamina. And she'd shown you her pussy today.

That was the wrong thing to think of.

"Where?" you babbled. "Soon."

"MmmMMMmm," she hummed, still slowly sliding your cock in and out of her lips. She didn't intend to release you. 'Give me your cum,' her eyes said. She took you deep, your cock nudging at the back of her throat, and she coughed for a moment but recovered quickly, her eyes brimming slightly. She didn't, maybe couldn't, take you in like that.

Not yet at least. Another dangerous thought for holding back.

It was too much. You squeezed Sabrina's hair like a handle, and released. She was ready, and she began swallowing immediately as your first hot blast felt like it pulled from every corner of your body, straight through your nuts and out your dick. Then Sabrina was using every part of her mouth to milk you - lips and tongue, sure. That was normal. But she also used the inside of her cheeks to vary the sensations. Even her teeth, extremely lightly applied, sent shivers and tingles through you, causing you to jerk in place as you spurt your load into her mouth.

Sabrina's mouth.

Your body rolled with the last big wave of your orgasm, and all she did was keep swallowing as you kept her head still, her mouth fastened around you.

"Fuck," you said, the emphasis entirely on the F you had been holding tightly between your teeth and your lips through the whole orgasm.

Sabrina didn't give up immediately, instead she went back to bobbing slowly, and you couldn't tell if maybe she was trying to keep you hard, or even go for an immediate round two. The way she was tender about her work, delicate and pleasing, was out of this world. Eventually she was too much, and you pulled her off by your hair-handle at the back of her head.

"Auuugh," she moaned, mouth open wide, spittle dripping from her lip as she took a deep breath.

"Well," she smirked, mouth still agape even as she smirked at you again, standing open almost like a well-fucked pussy. "How was that?"

Chapter 17

You swallowed the drool that had been accumulating in your mouth, looking down at Sabrina as she smirked up at you.

"Fucking amazing," you said, still panting a little to catch your breath after your orgasm had rolled through you. "Come here." You pulled her up and hugged her to you, kissing her cheek and then down the crook of her jaw, and then lower to her slender neck.

"Oh, oh fuck," Sabrina gasped. "How did you know that was my spot?"

"I didn't," you admitted. "But that's definitely good to know."

"Oh shit," she laughed, then gasped again as you nuzzled into her neck again and let your lips and tongue make love to her soft, warm skin for a long moment. She melted in your arms, moaning and whimpering as you slowly let your hands rove over her clothes. You grabbed her ass, small and pert, through her skit, feeling each cheek as your fingers curled around it. You held her waist, small and thin. You palmed her small tits over her shirt, knowing that her thin, lace bra did little to protect her nipples from the sensation.

When you swapped sides of her neck, starting fresh kisses on the other side, the needy whine she let out was like a dog begging for attention. You shuffled and spun the two of you so that she was backed to the counter now. As you kept kissing her, wondering whether you should push things and actually give her a hickey, you lifted her by the waist so that she was sitting on the edge of the counter.

Your hands found her knee, and just like in the restaurant you started slowly rubbing up and down, moving your fingers, then your entire hand, up and under her skirt. You grabbed her bare thigh, then smacked it lightly. She squeezed her thighs together, pinning your hand there, then opened them again. Asking you to go further.

Fingers moving higher, kisses moving lower. Sabrina undid the top buttons of her shirt, letting you start kissing down to her shoulders and collarbone.

"Oooh, baby," she crooned in your ear, pulling your head to her. "What are you doing to me?"

"What do you want me to do to you?" you asked, fingers creeping back to that point where they had stopped before.

Inches from her lips. Close enough to feel the wet texture that had been building between her thighs. To feel the flushed heat building in her.

"I don't know," she whispered. "I wasn't expecting..."

"What, you didn't think I'd reciprocate?" you asked.

She shook her head, biting her lower lip. You replied by kissing her, and taking her bottom lip between your teeth and pulling slightly, before melting back into the kiss.

"This is so fucking hot," she gasped when the kiss ended. "Fuck, can you imagine what this would look like on film?"

"Is that really what you're thinking about?" you chuckled lightly.

"Sorry, sorry baby," she said quickly, cupping your face and pulling you back in for another kiss. This one was sweeter, less primal, than the last, but just as intense. "I just can't help it. For the past couple of months literally everything sexual I do, I've been doing thinking about cameras."

"Well this time no one's watching," you whispered in her ear, leaning over her. Your fingers trailed up her thigh, skipping over her lips and rubbing higher on her pubic mound, fingertips in the thin little landing strip that you knew was above her clit. "This time it's all about you and me. Do you want me to make you feel good? Just you, all the way?"

She nodded silently and quickly. Your fingers tugged on her pubes lightly. She sniffed in a breath.

"You teased the everloving crap out of me today, Sabrina. Should I do the same to you?" you asked her.

She shook her head no, but she also quivered and you felt her subtly flex the muscles around in cunt under your palm and fingers. The idea of you teasing her was definitely appealing to some parts of her.

"No? Then why is your little pussy practically drooling at the idea, Sabrina?" you asked quietly. You leaned down and kissed her neck again, and at the same time you slid your fingers lower, over her warm and flushed vulva, avoiding her clit or inner labia. Just as quickly as you started, you kissed back up and your fingers left her lower lips.

"John," she whimpered.

"Yes?" you asked, smiling against her ear.

"Please?" she begged. You pulled away and looked her in the eye. Hers were big and round and desperate for release. Her mouth was hanging just slightly open, and she was breathing shallowly. "Please, baby? I'm sorry for being such a tease. I'm sorry I teased you with my tits in public. I'm sorry I flashed you my needy little pussy at the restaurant," she said. "I'm sorry I... um- I'm sorry I was..."