The OF Girl Ch. 011-020

She couldn't think for a moment as you kissed back down her jaw and neck, fingers sliding lower over her outermost lips again, then back up.

"God, John," she said, her voice having changed to a lower tone. "Just please, get your fingers in me."

You pulled your hand completely out from under her skirt and lifted your fingers to her lips. "You want them in you? Lube them up."

She opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue obscenely, and soon she was sucking on your ring and middle finger. Sabrina slurped and bobbed her head, getting your fingers wet, and you pulled them free after a moment of watching.

You lifted her skirt up, and Sabrina spread her legs wide, her ass right at the edge of the counter. Placing your hand down between her thighs, palm on her landing strip and two fingers on either of her lips, you leaned in again and kissed her neck, right under her jaw.

"Tell me what you want, what you really, really want," you whispered, slowly applying pressure as you pushed down on her.

"Huh?" she moaned.

"I said tell me what you want. What you really, really want," you said again, with a soft smirk.

"Spice girls?" she questioned, half-laughing and almost crying at the distraction.

And that's when you slid your fingers inside of her, and kissed her right on her 'spot' again, and she grabbed your now hardened dick with her hand as it was still hanging out of your pants.

The heel of your palm pressed against her clit as your fingers slid deep. She quivered and jerked at the shock of pleasure. Your breath hitched at the feeling of her fingers on your cock again.

And the door to the copy room opened.

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"Oh, fuck!" Sabrina gasped, and you weren't entirely sure if it was from your fingers penetrating her soaked pussy for the first time, or the shock and panic of the door opening.

"What the Fu-?" Gemma said, stopping short in the open doorway looking like she was about to fall over forwards as she gaped at you both. She looked at you, your fingers inside Sabrina, as you pulled back from kissing Sabrina's neck. She looked at Sabrina's legs parted wide, pale inner thighs on display leading right to her centre.

"Oh, fuck," Sabrina said, and this time it was obviously in some sort of panic and not sexual pleasure. "Fuck, fuck. Gemma, just-!"

"What thefuck, Sabrina?" Gemma half-shouted. "This is sofucked." Then she turned and practically ran away down the hallway.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck," Sabrina said, sliding around you as your fingers pulled from her. She didn't even bother fixing her clothes, she just let her skirt fall back down and she was off after Gemma. "Just wait here, John," she said over her shoulder, then called after Gemma as she chased our fellow intern.

"God, fucking, what?" you said, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. The office had looked entirely empty! What the hell was Gemma doing here, all alone in the office?

Oh, fuck. Fuck!Gemma had seen everything. If she told anyone - if she complained about it to HR... Right now, Gemma could probably not only royally fuck your summer internship, but possibly your entire future. You felt like a fuckingidiot. Sabrina wasn't just going to cut bait and run, you could have strung each other along another half hour and ended up at one of your places.

But no, instead you had to get freaky in the fucking office.

You got your semi-hard dick back into your pants and zipped up, and followed the girls out of the copy room. The first place you checked was the Intern conference room, but neither of them were there. You hadn't heard the signal from the elevator, and you felt like you would have heard the heavy fire doors slamming if they'd headed into the stairwell, so they had to besomewhere on the floor still.

Fuck, Gemma had looked pissed. Well, first she looked shocked as all hell. She had also been looking really hot - her pantsuit pants had been the same, and she wore heels every day that were a bit taller than Sabrina did, but her blouse had been unbuttoned further than usual, showing off an amount of cleavage that hinted that she had a really great chest. Usually she was almost entirely buttoned up, and her curves were something you knew were there, but were generally guessing about. You had to assume that between the heat in the Intern conference room, and her being all alone, she'd unbuttoned a bit just to keep cool.

But that cleavage, and the wide-eyed look of shock had been surprisingly hot. Then she got angry.

Why did she get so angry? You had to wonder. Gemma wasn't a prude by any means, and while she probably wasn't someone who would get caught doing the same thing, she'd never shied away from an innuendo joke.

Finally, walking along the back hall, you heard muffled voices coming from the women's washroom. You walked up but hesitated, your knuckle already up to knock.

"Gemma, I am so sorry," Sabrina said inside the washroom.

"I mean what thefuck, Sabrina? I thought we'd talked about this. I thought we weren't going to snipe at each other," Gemma said.

"We're not- I'm not. I just, look, today was weird, OK? I never planned for any of that to happen, but John and I just sort of really hit it off and one thing-"

"I swear to God, Sabrina," Gemma said. "If you say 'one thing led to another' I will not forgive you. Ever."

You could practically feel Sabrina hesitating.

"Look, Gemma. Iam sorry. I didn't just ignore what you said," she said. "You told me you were interested in John. I should have respected that, OK? But thingshappen."

Wait, what? Holy shit, Gemma was into you?

"You couldn't just keep your hands off him, Sabrina? You told me you weren't going to date any of the guys this summer. Youtold me it was your summer of self care.That wasn't self care, Sabrina."

"Gemma, come on," Sabrina said. "You know this isn't that simple. John and I connected on some stuff, and then we went and worked off site, and during lunch things got flirty. And Iliked it, OK? I went with it, and he was really good at it. And he helped me figure some things out, some personal things, and I got fucking horny."

"So go home and take a cold shower," Gemma said.

She didn't say anything, but you could almost feel the look that Sabrina shot Gemma in there. "Gem, does it help if I tell you it's nothing serious? John and I agreed what we were doing was no strings attached. None at all. So if you want, you can still date him."

"Errrgh," Gemma groaned, even more muffled, making you think she'd buried her face in her hands. "Yes, and no. And I don't know? I didn't think John was a 'no strings attached' kind of guy."

"He isn't," Sabrina said. "Not... Well, not usually, I don't think. But I wanted that, and he agreed to it."

"But what the hell am I supposed to do with that now, Sabrina?" Gemma asked. "I've seen him finger blasting you in the copy room. What's it look like if I'm all flirty with him now - he'll just thinkI want to ride the Palm Olive Express."

"What?" Sabrina asked.

"He'll think I'm interested in the same thing," Gemma deadpanned. "You poisoned the well. He's going to just see us for sex."

"I don't- I don't know," Sabrina hesitated. "I don't think he would. Not after today."

"What are you talking about? What did you two do today that's got you literally throwing yourself at him?" Gemma demanded.

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"Nothing," Sabrina said. "It's not- It was just a personal thing."

OK, so Sabrina wasn't going to out herself to Gemma. You could only imagine howthat would go at the moment.Oh, well he found my secret amateur porn on the internet, and we bonded over my pussy, and he was really understanding about me expressing my inner sexuality. And so I sucked his dick and then you interrupted him being sweet and reciprocating.

Alright, maybe it wouldn't have gone quite like that.

"What does that even mean? How did you two get to 'personal things' between here and another office building?" Gemma demanded.

"Just leave it, Gemma. Fuck," Sabrina sighed. "Look, you have every right to feel betrayed by me, OK? I just- Hold on."

You heard footsteps across the tile floor inside the bathroom, heading towards you.

Your panic led you to a split second decision, and you took five fast steps and were around the corner of an open, empty office doorway before you heard the washroom door open. You gulped down your nerves.Why am I hiding? you couldn't help but wonder to yourself - well, beyond not wanting to get caught eavesdropping. It was too late to change your mind now; stepping out and revealing yourself would make you look even more guilty.

You waited until you heard the washroom door close again, and Sabrina to start talking inside again, before you left the office and crept away. That was too close for comfort, and while youreally wanted to know what the fuck those two were talking about, you knew it was a bad idea to risk getting caught.

Swinging by the copy room to grab your bag and the extra copies of the surveys, you decided to wait in the Intern conference room. Neither girl was there when you arrived, so you assumed they were still talking and you took a seat down at your end of the big conference table. You opened up your laptop, a cheap piece of shit the firm was supplying each of you, and quickly started to scan through your emails for the day. Most of it was inane updates you were being CC'd on, or document retrieval requests sent to the general Intern mailing list. Gemma, Eric and Andy would have handled all of those during the day.

There was an email from Andy asking you for the wifi password again - how he sent it without being logged in to that same wifi, you weren't sure. You also had an email from Gemma asking if you and Sabrina were having fun, and if you would be back into the office before the end of the day.Guess that ship has sailed. Seeing the email got you thinking about her again though - not that she'd exactly slipped your mind.

Fuck! Gemma wasinto you. Or had been, at least. Still was, maybe?

Other than Sabrina, she was probably one of the hottest girls you'd met in college. And now that you'd finally seen her in a bit more of a casual look, well... she still wasn't Sabrina in terms of sheer attraction right now, but she was a close fucking second place. It really came down to personality - both Sabrina and Gemma were attractive physically in different ways that were kind of hard to compare. Sabrina had just been more open in the last few weeks, more willing to be more than a hard-working intern in the office.

"Oh-" Gemma said from the doorway of the intern office, stopping short as she was surprised by you sitting there. Her eyes wide in that 'fight or flight' reaction again.

"Hey," you said, sitting up straight. "Look, Gemma..." you trailed off, realizing that even though you wanted to apologize, you actuallydidn't. You weren't sorry at all. And you weren't supposed to know about that conversation.

Instead of continuing, you let out a big sigh and leaned back, rubbing at your face. "Gemma, Sabrina and I shouldn't have been getting intimate like that in the office." True. "It wasn't fair to you or anyone else that we would do that, and you walking in on us like that is pretty embarrassing." True. "I'm sorry if our actions have made you feel uncomfortable working with us, but I hope it's something we can laugh about in the future. Between you and Sabrina, this has probably been the best summer I've had since I started working summer jobs. You two make this place worthwhile, and I would hate to make you feel isolated by a poorly timed decision on our part."

All of it true, none of it an apology. Maybe you were going to be a decent lawyer after all.

"It's... fine," Gemma said, slowly stepping into the room. Her eyes had narrowed to normal, but she was still a lot more tentative than usual as she circled around the far side of the big conference table to her usual seat. "I just wasn't expecting it. I've seen crazier stuff back in Sydney at school. It's fine."

"You're sure?" You asked, leaning forward again. "I wouldn't-"

"Hey, I thought you were going to stay in the copy room," Sabrina said, abruptly appearing at the office door.

"The awkwardness got to me, and I wanted to make sure you two were OK but I couldn't find you," you said. Not true. At least not entirely.

Sabrina glanced at Gemma, then at you again. "Well, I guess that's it then," she said. "We should all probably head home, it's another long day tomorrow."

"Yeah," Gemma agreed, already picking up her things from where she'd had them under the conference table. As she bent over, half-sitting in her chair, the unbuttoned top of her blouse shifted and gave you a longer, wider peek at her cleavage.

"OK," you said, really not sure where you had landed with all of this.

Sabrina answered that question for you, striding over and putting a hand on your shoulder and giving you a kiss on the cheek. She pulled back, blocking your view of Gemma, and gave you a wink, then one brief, firm kiss on the lips.

"Have a good night, you two," she said, turning out the door. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"And where exactlyis that line, Sabrina?" Gemma asked, but more teasing than snarky.

Sabrina laughed and shrugged. "These days, I'm not really sure. I guess we'll need to find out."

Gemma stood, looking back over toward me as she bit the corner of her lip and chuckled softly. "Bye, Sabrina," she said. "See you tomorrow."

"Night, Gem," you said, unintentionally shortening her name.

"Only my Ex calls me that," she said, heading towards the door. She peeked out, checking how far away Sabrina was, then looked back at you. Her smirk, usually a firm fixture on her face, had returned. "You wouldn't want to be my next Ex, would you? Because I'm sure we'd have a bunch of fun, but I'm a real bitch during a breakup."

I laughed and shrugged. "I don't know, Gemma. No risk, no reward, and you're definitely the kind of woman who is worth risking it for."

"You think?" she asked. "What would Sabrina think about that?"

"I think I still have a lot to learn about both of you," you said. "It's been a surprising day."

"Same," Gemma said. "Definitely same."

And she left.

Chapter 20

Home, or as much as you could think of it like that. You had managed to find a room to let for the summer, and two of the other three roommates were out on their own internships, leaving you with Mosche. He was nice enough, just very 'New York Jew' - curly brown poof of an afro, a nasaly way of talking about himself deprecatingly, and a social awkwardness that reminded you of some of the kids you'd grown up with that had to spend time going to Hebrew school.

Suffice to say, you didnot want to attend Mosche's latest Open Mic night. Because of course he had a dream of becoming a standup comic.

"Alright, well man, I'm gonna head out of here in a few," he said, slowly pulling on his coat near the front door of the apartment. "You sure you don't want to come out? There's supposed to be a bachelorette party in the club tonight, and I could definitely use a wingman to make me look good."

"Man, I'm totally wiped out," you said from the couch. You were already in your loose sweatpants and an old high school athletics t-shirt. "But hey, you're the comic. Shouldn't you be wingmanning me at the comedy club?"

"Hah, yeah," he said. "I guess. But you know me, man. All thumbs."

What does he even mean by that? you wondered, but let it go.

"Well, break a leg tonight, dude," you said. "You'll get 'em this time."

"Let's hope so," he said, opening the front door.

It took another three minutes for Mosche to step out the door, and then actually close it. There was a part of you that felt bad - he was like a little puppy that just wanted a friend. There was another, much larger part that was screaming at him from inside your headDear god, just leave already!

Any other night in the last four weeks since you moved in, you would have been game to tag along with him. You'd done so several times already, and had been pleasantly surprised to find out Mosche didn't entirely suck at stand-up, and there were definitely much worse comics out there.

No, the reason you were screaming at him internally was because you wanted the freedom to jerk off without anyone else in the apartment.

Five minutes after Moshe was gone, and likely not to come back, you were set up in front of the TV, your phone ready to cast to it and show Sabrina in all her fullscreen glory, when a text came in.

Sabrina: So are you already satisfied tonight?

You snorted, shaking your head at the reference to your earlier conversation.

You: Was just about to decide what I should watch, if I'm being honest. How was tanning?

The text bubbles showing that she was replying popped up, so you waited, but then they disappeared. You were about to go back to your search when your phone started ringing - Sabrina calling you on FaceTime.

You accepted the call, and after a quick buffering you saw that she was holding her phone as she lay on her side. From the lighting she was clearly outside, and you realized that she was wearing your sunglasses that you hadn't gotten back from her.

"Hey John," she grinned. "I figured this was easier than typing."

"Hey yourself, gorgeous," you said. "You look good in those sunglasses, but I think I've seen them somewhere else before."

Sabrina's grin turned into a smirk as she touched them, the bridge of her nose wrinkling as she got playful. "They really are Daddy-hot, aren't they? I don't know if I can give them back."

"Eugh, really?" you asked. "'Daddy' hot?"

"It's an internet thing, John. Not a fan?"

"It's just a very different impression than what I want to see you as," you said.

She pursed her lips. "Oh, so maybe you want me to callyou daddy?"

You chuckled and shrugged. "Feels better than me calling you it."

"Well,daddy," she said, emphasizing it so extremely that it was silly. "Maybe this will help." Sabrina pulled back the camera and showed you her body. She was laying out on a deck chair, which was crammed into a small apartment balcony, and the sun was just peaking through to bathe her in golden light. Sabrina was wearing a small black bikini, the cups of the bra firmly hugging her small breasts while leaving a nice cleavage and the bottoms riding low on her hips, rolled down so that you could actually see the top of her pubic hair peeking out. "I don't really tan all that well, so I need to be careful. You think this will work?"

"God damn, Sabrina," you said. "You look- wow."

She giggled and shifted, laying down more on her stomach and rotating the camera to show you a shot of her ass. The back of the bikini was a string, her two small but pronounced cheeks wiggling and bouncing as she jostled her legs. "How about this view?"

"You are too fucking much," you said.

"You know you left me hanging, right?" Sabrina said, bring the camera back around to her face. Then she shifted a bit more, rolling on to her back and lifting it higher so her lovely face and her chest were in view. "Your fingers felt great, by the way. But damn you got me humming with those lips of yours."

"Did I?" you asked. You were hard now, watching her tease you all over again. The brief thought of how many other guys were out there, who would kill for this sort of situation with Sabrina, rattling in your mind.

"Yes. You really found my button and pushed it," she said. "I had to check if you gave me a hickey when I got home. Part of me wanted you to, but it would be a pain to cover up."