The OF Girl Ch. 031-040

Gemma rolled her eyes with a smile. "It's not a big secret. Girls get served first at bars since they're more likely to get mad and make a scene about it."

The bartender came over and you leaned toward her so you didn't need to shout. "Two Brambles to start."

She raised an eyebrow. "Never heard of it."

Gemma was ready and put her phone on the bartop, a recipe already pulled up. "Crushed ice, dry gin, lemon juice and syrup, then blackberry liquor. We'll take raspberry if you don't have it."

The woman scanned the less-than-common cocktail recipe, nodding along, then set to work.

"I'm surprised you wanted to try it," Gemma said, settling onto one of the bar stools. "All my guy friends back home think it's kind of a girly drink. That doesn't stop them from drinking since it's fucking delicious, but not on a first date."

You shrugged. "Why would I care if you thought I drank girly drinks? If you like it, I have to assume it's tasty."

The bartender came back over with the two drinks. "Twenty," she shouted over the noise.

Fuck me, you thought. There was no way that was a $10 drink. Still, you fished a twenty and a five out of your wallet and passed it to her.

Gemma had already picked up her drink and was smelling it, but you saw her watching you pay, and she had a little smile of satisfaction on her face. You picked up your drink as well and held it up to her. "To a fun night of getting to know each other," you said. "And me beating your ass at skeeball."

She laughed and clinked glasses with you and you both took a sip of our drinks around the crushed ice. It was bright, a little sour and the drizzled blackberry flavour gave a burst of tartness.

"Alright," you asked. "So what was that look?"

"What look?" she asked innocently.

"The one you gave when I paid. Did you want to go dutch here or something? Because I'm totally not against that if it's important to you."

"No, no," she said. We'd both set our drinks down, and she put her hand on my arm as she leaned in. It was loud in the bar, which made our conversation feel more intimate. "It's just one of those red flags I look for on a first date. You tipped the bartender well, but not too well. Too little or no tip, and you're cheap. Too much and you care too much about what they think, which means you probably spend way too much time here and want to fuck them."

You glanced over at the bartender, who was down the bar from us now, and made a considering face. "Well, I mean I'm not huge into the tattoos thing buuut..."

"Stop," Gemma said, drawing out the word with her wonderful accent.

"What other red flags should I be making sure I don't send?" you asked.

"Well that would be telling, wouldn't it?" Gemma said with a little smirk.

"Touche," you admitted and raised your drink to her in a salute before taking a sip. "Alright. I assume everyone you've met for the last year you've spent here has asked the same things over and over about Australia. So I want to know about the best place you've travelled to outside of Australia."

"Oh, that is a good play," Gemma nodded. "And you're right, every single date or conversation I got into would ask about home. My best trip though? That has to be Japan. Tokyo was so fucking cool, but I really liked the day trip we took out into the north to this city called Aomori. It was a lot smaller and was beautiful on the coast. We went to this gorgeous art museum there. Hold on, I have got to show you this picture." She started thumbing through her phone, hiding the screen from you as she went through her pictures. That got you wondering about what she might be hiding - something sexy?

She eventually turned the phone around and showed you these pretty pictures of some more traditional Japanese architecture used for modern buildings, along with pictures of her and one of her friends. She talked at length about the museum and several of the other stops they made. Then she stopped on one last picture, in front of a pink flowering cherry blossom tree. She and a guy were standing there, arms around each other's waist, while the friend and another guy were standing next to them in the same pose.

"Oh, shit," Gemma said, quickly turning off her phone. "Sorry."

"What?" you asked.

"That was just my ex. I always do this, accidentally bringing him up. I swear, John, it's not a big deal."

"Hey," you said, taking her hand. "If it's not a big deal, then it's not a big deal. As long as you're not using me to cheat, I don't care that you have an Ex, alright?"

She sighed. "Definitely not cheating," she said. "But now that it's out there, I might as well get it out of the way. I was actually engaged to him, coming out of high school. We were young and dumb and I thought I loved him even though my parents thought it wouldn't work out. I almost eloped with him on that Japan trip, honestly. But I didn't, and thank God. I found out two weeks later he'd been cheating on me with another girl we knew from back in high school, and was hiring escorts while I was saving up for a down payment on an apartment while we were both in our first year at Uni. You know he actually went to a brothel while we were on that trip? I found out during our breakup fight and he said it was just for 'the experience.'"

You blew out a breath, slowly nodding. Sabrina blowing you today, twice, at the front of your mind. Right before this date. "Gemma, I'm-"

She leaned forward and planted a kiss on you.

Chapter 35

You were so surprised that you didn't have a chance to kiss her back before it was over.

"Sorry," she said, with a blush as she pulled away. "I just realized I was dumping my baggage all over the place and I wanted to do that before you found a reason we should call it an early night."

"Gemma, I- That's not what I was thinking at all," you said. "I mean, I'm sorry?"

"What are you sorry for?" she asked.

A lot of things, you thought.

"Well, let's start with your hard break-up," you said, and offered her a hug. She accepted, and you felt those big tits of hers pressed into your chest as you squeezed each other. Once she sat back on her stool you took a breath and continued. "I'm also feeling guilty about... well, the way we're doing this?"

"You mean because of the Sabrina thing," Gemma said, and I nodded. Now it was Gemma's turn to take a breath, and she took a sip of her drink as well. "Look, John. I can't rightfully think of that as cheating or whatever because we hadn't even been out yet, let alone had a conversation about being exclusive or anything. So don't worry about yesterday, OK? I'm here."

You didn't know how Sabrina was going to feel about this, but you decided you had to deviate from her plan. She wanted to talk to Gemma tomorrow about the whole thing, but after hearing Gemma's story... you couldn't let it sit.

"Gemma, I need to tell you something," you said.

Gemma exhaled heavily in a sigh. "Please tell me there isn't a girlfriend back home as well or something," she said. "I can't be the girl who you cheat with."

"No, there's no one else," you said. "But Sabrina... look, full disclosure, alright? Sabrina and I want to see each other more, same rules as we had before. It's no strings, not dating. Just friends with benefits. And she wants to talk to you about continuing to do that even if we're dating."

Gemma pursed her lips and her brow creased as she listened to you. "Anything else I should know?" she asked.

"I-" you hesitated, but you were all in now. Either Gemma would consider it, or she wouldn't. Just the sneaking around today was a little much, you couldn't imagine moving forward without talking about it, spending hours with each girl and avoiding whole topics with just one of them. "Sabrina came over to help me get ready for this date. And she, ah, wanted to make sure I was completely at ease."

"You guys had sex?" Gemma asked.

"Oral. She, uh, blew me and then I ate her out, then she blew me again."

Gemma pursed her lips again, then bit the inside of her cheek as she was thinking, then she tapped something on her phone and raised it to her ear. You could tell it was ringing, and then someone picked up.

"Yeah, hey. Yeah. Yeah, he told me. Well, you didn't tell me he was going to go down on you as well. Uh-huh. Yeah. I guess that's good to hear. Yeah. You, too." Then she held the phone out to you, "She wants to talk to you."

"Sabrina?" you asked as you brought the phone up to your ear.

"Hey, John," she said. It was Sabrina. "So, I'm honestly a little mad that you didn't do what I said and wait for me to talk to her, but also when Gemma said she wanted to run this one test to make sure you were who we thought you were, I knew I wanted you to pass."

"So you two planned this?" you asked.

"Well, Gemma came to me after work," Sabrina said. "And I figured I might as well tell her then. But she doesn't know about the OnlyFans, OK? That has nothing to do with us fooling around and you dating her, so please keep that between us."

"I understand," you said. "Are we good?"

"Very good. Have fun on your date, OK? I'm excited to hear about it tomorrow."

"OK, thanks Sabrina," you said.

"OK, love you, bye," she said.

And you just sort of stopped breathing.

"Wait, Freudian slip. Freudian slip!" Sabrina said in a panic. "I'm just used to saying that when I hang up with my girlfriends and my family, and with my ex. John, I'm so sorry, don't freak out. Please don't freak out?"

"I- Uh- I get it," you said, your tongue trying to catch up to your brain and your heart and your gut all doing somersaults. "It's fine, really."

"OK, good," she said, and you could hear her exhale out a sigh through the phone. "I just- Don't think about it. Just forget about it, OK, Daddy? You know I'm just horny for you, and I'll say anything to get more of your dick."

Well, now you knew she was really flustered if she was trying to distract you with the Daddy talk again. "Sabrina? It's fine, really. Have a good night."

"OK, OK," she said. "I'm hanging up now."

There was a part of you that really wanted to say, 'Love you too' just to see what she did... or to test her reaction... but instead, you just said, "Goodbye."

You handed the phone back to Gemma. "So how much of that was true?" I asked.

Gemma frowned but nodded. "I'm sorry, John. I just had to know for sure if you would tell me the truth or not," Gemma said. "It was all real. I dated Fred for five years, three of those during my undergrad while we were engaged. It turned out he was cheating on me as soon as we went to different Uni's, including the escorts and the brothel. I went to Sabrina after you asked me out because I wanted to hear from her where you guys were at."

She drained her drink and signalled to the bartender to come over, but turned back to you. "Honestly, I still don't know how I feel about the whole thing still, but it's out in the open, and you didn't lie about it, which helps a lot. The way I figure it, we see how tonight goes?"

"That's all I was expecting," you said. "And I'm sorry I didn't tell you even sooner."

She smiled. "When would you have done that?"

"I don't know, but I still feel that way."

Our tattooed bartender showed up, and Gemma turned to her. "Four of your cheapest beers that come in bottles, please," she said.

The bartender raised an eyebrow, glancing at the fancy cocktails we'd just been drinking, but shrugged and produced four bottles of Pabst Blue Ribbon from under the bar. "Ten dollars," she said, and Gemma handed her a Ten and three Ones. The bartender winked at Gemma and then was off to other customers.

"Finish that drink," Gemma said to you, nodding to your half-drunk Bramble cocktail. "I think we need to play some games."

"Yes, ma'am," you said, and downed the cold drink.

Chapter 36

Gemma's laugh - the real one, louder and more boisterous than the one she used in the office - was electric to you. She was always a little playful in the office, teasing and smirking, matching wits. But as you both slowly made your way through your beers and roamed the arcade part of the bar, popping a coin in here or there to play the different games, it was like Gemma came to life.

First, she was weirdly good at games she'd never played before, but terrible at ones that she knew. This obviously frustrated her, but she took it in stride and laughed her ass off as she fumbled classic Pacman, or went 0 and 10 against you in air hockey despite actually trying. Then she crushed you in Street Fighter 2, just mashing buttons, and she was scary good at the games where you aimed a fake gun and shot whatever was flying at the screen. She was even better at the fake hunting ones.

Eventually, you ended up at the bank of skeeball machines. You both fed a coin into side-by-side machines, and Gemma gave you one of her patented teasing smirks as the music started playing and the lights started flashing. "So, I've got to admit something," she said.

"Oh, yeah? Are you about to shark me?" you asked.

"Well, yes. My Uni student centre had a few of these, and I've been in a beer league for a couple of years," she said. "I'm... well, I'm gonna crush you."

"Then let's make a bet," you said. "What do you want if you 'crush' me?"

"No, no, no," she said, shaking her head. "You're suggesting it, you say what you want first."

"OK," you said. "If I win, I need a redemption kiss. You surprised me with that last one, and I want to leave a better impression."

She rolled her eyes at that. "Well if that's the case, I guess I shouldn't bet a kiss as well, huh?" You chuckled as she thought for a moment, and then her eyes lit up with an idea. "I know!" She leaned in a bit, whispering over the sound of the games around you, "If I win, I get to take a sneaky feel of your bulge. Just to check if what I caught a glimpse of was what I thought it was. But then no matter what happens on this date, it doesn't make an appearance on this date."

Your eyebrows had gone up as she spoke, and she had a teasing smile as she pulled back to watch you think. "I think to keep things balanced when I win, my kiss is guaranteed with tongue, and light groping."

"Define light groping," she smirked.

You pursed your lips as if thinking, and pretended to push up imaginary glasses before miming writing out a contract. "I believe in this instance, we'll define Light Groping as the touching of sides, the sides of breasts, hips, and ass, but lacking in significant squeezing, honking or otherwise firm pressure."

"I think we can agree in principle," Gemma said, also stepping into a mimery of formal legalese. "But for clarity, it should also include the male chest, and light over-the-pants nudges to the penal region."

"You want to nudge the prison in my pants?" you asked her.

"You know what I mean," she chuckled.

"Alright, it's a bet," you said, holding out your hand, and she shook it smartly with one firm pump.

You both turned, hit the blinking 'Start' buttons on our skeeball machines, and started rolling balls.

Gemma began strong, hitting some early high points, but the thing was that while you may not have been a Secretary or Bartender Whisperer, you had some excellent hand-eye coordination. You quickly caught up to her, and she may not have been great practice considering she'd just spent an entire semester not competing in her beer league.

You were both down to your final balls, and we were neck in neck when you rolled. Gemma nailed a 9000-point ball, spiking ahead, but you hit an 8000-point one with a lucky bounce bringing the scores to... dead even.

Gemma burst out laughing, and took the last swig of her beer and set it down. "OK, I admit, you were a lot better than I expected. Now what?"

"I think we're both winners here, how about that?"

"Mmm, I like that idea," Gemma grinned, then slid forward and wrapped her hands around your waist. First, you leaned over and picked up the yellow flower she had been carrying around with her purse through the bar. You broke the stem in half and you placed the flower over her ear, tucking her hair around it, making her smile brightly. Then you leaned forward, bringing your lips to within an inch of hers, breathing in the smell of her - a soft fruity smell from her shampoo, a light note from perfume, and the warm undercurrent of alcohol. You placed one hand on her hip, taking one of her hands from your with the other and holding it like you were about to dance salsa.

Gemma broke the anticipation, leaning in and up into the kiss, and you tested her lips with your tongue as you pulled her just a little closer, chest to chest, and eased your right hand down to cup her ass lightly. She kissed you back, eagerly testing your tongue with hers. Her hand on your hip rose up to your side, and then your chest, and then higher to hold the side of your neck. Your other hands entwined fingers.

"Hey, get a room!" someone in the arcade yelled, and you broke apart giggling and flushed.

"You ready to go grab some food?" you asked.

"Just one more game," Gemma said, your hand still in hers, and she pulled you towards the coin machine. "I need to beat your ass in Dance Dance Revolution before we leave."

"Oh, God," you groaned. You had hand-eye coordination and decent rhythm, but hand-foot?

Chapter 37

You played two rounds of DDR with Gemma and got absolutely stomped. It wasn't even because you were bad at it - it was because she was really fucking good, and you were distracted. Even with a bra on, the quick-stepping movements of the game had Gemma's sizely natural tits jiggling and bouncing, her cleavage surging in the summer dress as she laughed and had her hands out for balance as she played on expert.

After the second round, while a good ten people around the big DDR machine were clapping having watched the show, Gemma grabbed your hand with both of hers, leaning forward as she bit her lip and grinned playfully. "I told you," she said.

"You did, that was pretty amazing," you said, and leaned down and pecked her lips.

"Want to see me really compete?"

"Uh, sure," you said. "That wasn't at your best?"

She shook her head. "This was my favourite way to exercise back in high school. I had my own mats at home and everything. Watch this."

You stepped down off of the Player 2 platform, and as Gemma put in another token and started pressing the pads with her feet to cycle the song choices another woman stepped up onto the platform you had vacated. She was a slight girl of Asian descent - Chinese, you thought, but you really weren't sure - and was dressed in shiny black hotpants that showed off just a little of her lower butt cheeks beneath fishnet stockings. Up top she was wearing what looked like a men's t-shirt with the arms ripped off, the hems still frayed, with the waist tied up to show off her abdomen like a crop top.

Gemma and this woman started talking to each other, quickly devolving into some sort of jargon for the game as they both were apparently very good at it. The Asian woman kicked off her black pumps like Gemma had when she first took to the game, both of them playing in their bare feet.

Then they both selected the hardest difficulty on their song choice, and the show started.

The Asian woman was a little better than Gemma, though you couldn't really tell by how much. What was the difference between a chain of 30 'perfects' and 32 'perfects'? You weren't really watching the screens much anyways.

Gemma 'danced' with wild abandon, grinning like mad as she twisted her hips and touched her toes or heels to the arrow pads under her. The Asian woman was the same, and she looked over at Gemma and they made eye contact, laughing as neither of them watched the screen and the prompts, playing the song by memory.

The crowd of watchers started growing and cheering. And then they cheered even louder when the Asian woman spun around and started playing the game backwards.