The OF Girl Ch. 351-360

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All Characters are 18 years or older.

When a law office intern discovers that a fellow intern is one of his favourite new OnlyFans performers, a ball begins rolling that will bring a boring summer of paperwork and coffee-fetching into an avalanche of sexual adventure. Fair warning to readers, this story will jump categories. This collection of chapters includes better, but more, work developments, self-doubt, a video call back home, sneaky anal, MFF, Tasha's side of things, and a fun date night.

OFG is a variation story based on the setup by Aurelian14, and is an ongoing patronized work sponsored by him. Originally written in small chapter releases, they will be collected here on Literotica in 10 chapter chunks for smoother reading.

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Chapter 351

The work day started without a hitch. Eric showed up a few minutes after Sabrina, and Andy rolled in 15 minutes before the usual start of the day, which made him late for his mandated early start but early for a regular start. You took that as a win for him.

While the rest of you got to work, and Andy drifted in and out of consciousness, Sabrina started to get to work on the Mock Trial. Garrison had emailed her an entire package of documents she would need to go through, and she gave you the brief rundown. It was a civil suit featuring a multi-car pileup that led to the injury of multiple people - the details of the case contained multiple layers of culpability, several insurance policies, and a ton of backstory and environmental data to parse through. Not to mention the fact that Sabrina would need to be researching the actual legal points as well.

She, or all of you, had been assigned the Defense role for the case, representing the trucking company that was being sued. The opposite side would be representing one of the families that was injured - but, as you, Gemma, Eric and Sabrina all quickly clued in on with your various experiences with Debate and Mock Trial clubs in the past, it was likely to become a class action case involving all of the allegedly injured parties. It was a classic Mock Trial move.

As the morning wore on the Associates started dropping more work than normal on your plate, knowing that you would be out for at least part of the next week. That led to you forcing Andy into wakefulness by insisting he drink a coffee and start helping.

Garrison called you and Gemma into quick mentor meetings that afternoon, not giving you a moment to settle into the extra workflow without assigning his own little bonus research to accomplish.

With everything going on, at the end of the day all five of you ended up staying late. Andy because he had to, but the rest of you were just feeling overwhelmed with the amount of stuff on your plates and not wanting to let it stack up. Sabrina swapped back to prepping for the Mock Trial.

Then, at six, a couple of pizzas arrived. None of you had ordered it, but the security guard who worked in the building after Becks left for the day called for you to come pick it up. You went down to figure out what was going on but discovered it was already paid for so you accepted them.

As you were stepping back off the elevator and rounded the corner to head back to the conference room, you were stopped by Allison Tranch - she was one of the Associates, a reedy-looking blonde who had been with the firm for several years and was supposedly on the Partner-track and would make Junior Partner in another year or two.

"Oh, hey," you said, not having realized any of the Associates were still around. "Did you order these? Security called up but none of us put in the order."

"Garrison finally has you guys staying late, huh?" Allison said with a little smirk.

"Uh, well, he didn't ask us to," you said.

"If he did he'd need to pay your overtime," Allison chuckled. She flipped open the top pizza box and took a smell of the steaming pie and groaned before peeling off a gooey slice. "Looks like he's getting back into his groove though."

"He bought us the pizzas?"

"'No,'" Allison said, air-quoting the word around her slice of pizza. "But, I'll just say that when I went through the internship program back when he was running it before, whenever we had a ton of work and stayed late, dinner would show up. Honestly, I think I ate more dinners here than at home during the week."

"You were an intern before Garrison had all of his personal stuff?" you asked. "What was it like?"

"Hard work," Allison said, then bit the tip off of her slice. "Lots of hard work. But worth it. If you really engage with it, you'll learn a lot, but Garrison won't chase you. Do well and he'll write you a killer recommendation letter, and he'll get at least one other partner to do that as well. Sometimes he'll even get a Partner at another firm to do it."

"Well, we're trying," you said. "Feels like an uphill battle though."

"Maybe. But look at it this way - you're the guy who skunked Joy out of here," Allison said. "And you got Garrison back in the game with you interns. Over the last few years, he's never been a bad lawyer but hehas been a kind of background figure in the firm. Way different than I remember him when I was in your shoes. You're doing the firm a big favour, and the other Partners will remember that. Get through law school and you'll probably have a job offer here if you want it.If you don't fuck up, obviously."

"I feel like we fuck up constantly," you chuckled.

"Yeah, well, you get leeway," Allison said. "Oh, and if he offers you a mock trial case, don't settle."

"Isn't that the cheat code for Mock Trials?" you asked. "If you can convince the other side to settle, you both look like winners?"

"Maybe in a college competition," Allison said. "And lots of lawyers look at it that way in the real world. But Garrison picks Mock cases that have lots of loopholes for both sides to work with. He doesn't want to see you settle, he wants to see you win."

"Ever see a Mock case with a truck and a multi-car pileup?" you asked.

Allison snorted and shook her head. "I wouldn't tell you if I had," she said. "And you've gotten more than enough out of me. Actually, you owe me another slice." She pulled a second slice of pizza out of the box and headed back into her office. "Now get back to your cave, intern. You've got work to do!"

Chapter 352

You didn't leave the office until almost 8 PM, since dinner had been provided. Andy left right after the pizza got demolished, but Eric stuck around and between you, him and Gemma you got everything caught up in terms of the work the Associates had dropped on you that day. There was always the big backlog of makework that was meant to fill any time you had free, but there was a lot less pressure on that stuff. The three of you started reviewing the general notes from the Mock Trial in the last hour before calling it quits.

As Eric headed off for his place, you, Gemma and Sabrina lingered a bit and then decided to hit a pub for a couple of drinks. That, of course, led to some footsie under the table, and the three of you stumbled into bed at Gemma's place since you all had clean clothes stashed there at the moment.

Then the next day you did it all again. Sabrina worked the Mock Trial docs in the morning, then joined you in shovelling through the fresh batch of work from the Associates in the afternoon. The 'mystery dinner delivery' that night was from a Thai place. At the end of the night you even invited Eric out for a quick drink, since he stuck around for all the extra work again too, and then the girls rendezvoused with you back at your place after picking up clothes for the next day.

Friday was much the same. You were leaving work more tired than you had before, but also feeling strangely more fulfilled. Eric invited the three of you out to the club, but you begged off; you and Gemma had a 'date' and Sabrina had a 'family thing.' You wished him well on his night out.

"Becks wants to know if she should bring anything special other than a hot set of lingerie," Gemma said quietly while the three of you rode the bus. It was well after rush hour, but the city nightlife meant that the bus was still about half-full.

"Just her cute ass," Sabrina smirked. "Unless you want to see her dressed up in a costume, baby?"

"No," you chuckled. "Well, I mean, yeah, but no I don'tneed anything like that."

Both of your girlfriends got quiet after a meaningful glance at each other, and then they were both on their phones.

"What is it?" you asked.

"Nothing," Gemma said.

"A surprise," Sabrina mumbled at the same time.

"A nothing surprise," you sighed. "Great. My favourite."

You arrived at Sabrina's place and within minutes you were balls deep inside of her as you pounded her into her bed. Becks arrived sometime during that first go and you heard Gemma talking to her out in the living room, loudly proclaiming that Sabrina was such a horny little brat that she couldn't wait like a good host.

Afterwards, as you cuddled with your brunette girlfriend under the covers for a hot minute as you both came down, Sabrina turned in your arms and kissed. "You know I love you, right?" she asked.

"Of course I do," you said softly. "What makes you ask that?"

"I just..." she paused, biting her lip as she looked at your face like she was examining your features. "Sometimes I worry that maybe I... I don't know."

"Tell me, baby," you encouraged her.

"Sometimes I worry if I focus too much on sex," she said. "Like, we have sex a lot. It feels like the main thing we do, and even if wedo have sex as part of our side hustle, I still worry that I'm doing something wrong."

You had to breathe in through your nose and let it out slowly. "I... wonder about that too, sometimes," you said cautiously. "Not that I'm not incredibly addicted to every part of you, Sabrina. But you're right, we have alot of sex. But... honestly? We spend at minimum 9 hours together every day at work not having sex. More, with these extra hours. You need to count that time as well."

"You think?" she asked, hugging herself to you tightly. Your legs were tangled with her as she pressed herself to you. "Is it enough?"

"Enough for what?" you asked.

"I don't know," she whispered. "Love? Us? Longevity? I- I think I'm just worried about messing this up, John. I'm worried that if I do too much, or too little, you'll realize how much better you could probably do than me."

"What?!" you whispered harshly. "Sabrina, that doesn't make any sense. You are one of the two smartest, prettiest, loving, funny, and yes, totally sexy, people I know. And we happen to both be dating the other one. How could Iever do better than you? No one can even compete."

"You could find someone who isn't a whore on the internet," she whispered. "You could date my sister. We're the same, pretty much. Except for the OnlyFans."

You had to just hold her for a minute, wrapping your arms around her tightly. "I don't know how to assure you," you said. "I just-" You had to take another breath. "If you want to stop doing OnlyFans, you can stop right now. We can stop. We'll figure out our budgets for the school year. I don't mind people watching you anonymously, or us. It's part of who you were when we connected, and who we are now. When you need to stop, we stop. I'll never ask you to make a change like that for me though."

She started crying. Quietly, mostly sniffles, as she hugged you as tightly as you had been hugging her. "I love you," she whispered finally. "Please just... never let me go."

"I won't," you promised.

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"Love," Gemma said. "I love the sex. And I love our dates. And I love working with you. But I think it's this that I'm going to miss the most."

"Oh yeah?" you asked, smirking a little. "Exactly this?"

"Notexactly this," she chuckled, which made her breasts wobble a little. She was laying on her back, her butt pressed against the front of the couch while you were sitting on it, and you had her feet in your hands as you slowly rubbed them. She was naked and you were just wearing a pair of boxers. Sabrina's condo was otherwise quiet. "But the cuddles, and the quiet moments. With both of you, obviously, but I like our one-on-one time too."

"So do I," you smiled, leaning down to kiss the side of her foot.

Sabrina and Becks were cuddled up themselves, but they were asleep under the covers in the bedroom. After fucking Sabrina that first time, you had covered for her as she got herself done back up a little in the washroom while you greeted Becks. The resulting sex in the living room, followed by a movie break and snugglefest, had been bridged into a second big round that had left both women completely worn out. It helped that Gemma had donned a strap-on, having gotten a taste for feeling the power of wielding a cock during your escapades with Mallory. Becks had gotten a taste of being spit-roasted, though hadn't wanted to try a double penetration yet. Both of the brunettes had gotten a good dicking though, and then Gemma had gotten hers as you made love with her on the floor of the living room.

"Mmm, that feels good," she groaned softly as you pressed a finger between her toes, wiggling them with light pressure.

"I'll keep going, but we need to talk about something," you sighed.

"Earlier?" Gemma guessed.

You nodded. "Sabrina had a moment. She's worried about... a bunch of stuff, I guess. It's probably just all the stress of everything happening at once, but she was worried she isn't enough for me."

"I know, she told me while you were having that moment with Becks at the kitchen table," Gemma sighed. "Which was hot, by the way. But as soon as she came out after you I knew something was up and she spilled. I'm not surewhat to do about it."

"My gut says we should do a Pamper Sabrina weekend," you said. "But I don't know if that would fix it."

"It wouldn't hurt," Gemma said. "You just keep being you, though. Let me work on it a bit."

"But I need to be part of it," you said.

"No, I know, I didn't mean to stay out of it totally. I just meant let me talk to her again." Gemma pulled her feet from you and got up, her breasts swinging lightly as she rose to her knees and leaned against your legs, looking up at you slightly as she rested her hands, and tits, on your thighs. "You make us both feel special already, love. I don't think you need to necessarily do anything about this, but youwill be part of the solution."

"OK," you sighed, taking her hands in yours. "How are you feeling about... everything? It's been a few days since we had a serious check-in."

"I'm good, love," Gemma said. "Work is busy, but we're learning a lot. Next week we get to be at the court proceedings with Garrison even if we're just in the gallery. I have a boyfriend who I absolutely adore, and who utterly adores me. And a girlfriend I would kill for, which is something I never would have thought I would say. The only thing going wrong is Lucy, and I could almost care less. Becca and Charlotte are great and a wall between us, and I spend half my time with you and Sabrina anyway. Other than that, it's just my flight home getting closer day by day that makes me sad sometimes."

"Have you called back home recently?" you asked.

"Not since last week," Gemma said. "I probably should soon. My parents were all hyped up my first couple of months here and wanted me to call every other day, just like my first year of Uni, but they eased off. I love them but they can be a bit much, so we had a talk and they gave me space. Birdie I text with more often though. I miss her most of all."

"Well, it's midnight now," you said, looking over into the kitchen and squinting a little to read the dull clock on the microwave. "That makes it what, early afternoon there, right? Maybe 2 PM?"

"Aww, love," Gemma said, rising up from where she'd been sitting and crawling to straddle your lap, kissing your cheeks rapidly before planting one on your lips. "You figured out the timezone math already?"

"Just want to be prepared to call my gorgeous, smart, talented, drop-dead sexy, utterly charming-" she silenced you with another kiss, though you mumbled 'girlfriend' into it to finish the thought.

When she pulled away she was smiling and sighed happily as she just stared into your eyes.

"As I was saying," you chuckled, holding her lightly by her naked hips. "It's daytime there. Did you want to try FaceTiming Birdie? Or your family? I'd be happy to meet them, or I could give you some space."

She kissed you again, this time a little more hungry, and you wondered if you were going to be able to get it up again after what had happened all over the apartment not so long ago. For Gemma, you could. It just might take a small amount of effort.

"I want to keep the introduction to my family, like my parents and my siblings, for when you get to meet them," Gemma said when she finally pulled away from the kiss and just hugged you, your naked chests together. "But maybe Birdie. She's seen pictures, obviously, but shedoes want to meet you. But then, it's also fun to keep her waiting."

"Whatever you want," you promised her.

She breathed deeply and then squeezed a little. "I guess you did meet Katherine, and I did meet your college friends. I'm still the odd woman out." She pulled out of the hug and kissed the tip of your nose, then leaned way back, reaching to pick up her phone from the floor. This stretched her body in delightful ways, pushing her tits up and out, as you held her waist steady so she didn't fall over until she came back up to sitting. "Let me see if she's somewhere she has wifi. If she does, we'll throw some clothes on and say hi."

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"Oh my gawd, Gemma, my baby giiirl," Birdie answered the call, but her eyes went even larger and her jaw dropped as your end of the call loaded on her phone screen. "Aaah!" she screamed. "Is that him!?"

She was loud, and apparently somewhere in public, because someone almost immediately shushed herloudly.

Gemma had sent her text and then one thing had led to another and you'd been making out with her straddling your legs. Making out with Gemma, even with the natural dry humping, was peek comfortable for you simply because of how soft and sensual she approached it. You loved making out with Sabrina as well, but it always felt like it was part of going somewhere. With Gemma, the making out couldbe the somewhere.

You'd only been interrupted by Birdie texting her back, and she'd indicated she was available in a few minutes. The two of you had quickly, and quietly, scrambled into the bedroom to get clothes on before ending up back on the couch. Gemma had shifted a couple of times, sitting beside you, then getting your arm around her shoulders, then sitting on your lap and leaning back against your chest. She'd ended up liking that framing the best, and you were hugging her off-camera around her stomach.

Gemma had sent the FaceTime request, and Birdie had picked it up quickly.

"It is!" Gemma said loudly, then blushed and covered her lips with a hand as she looked over at the closed bedroom door off-camera. "It is," she said again, grinning broadly. Her accent, which you'd always thought of as relatively strong, got just a little thicker almost immediately when she started talking with her cousin. "Baby Bird, this is my boyfriend John. John, this is Birdie, my favourite cousin, my best friend, and the most important person in my life back home."

"Ooh, babyyy," Birdie said, making a silly sad face. "I miss you so much. But God, he looks even better in video, girl!"

"You look pretty cute yourself, Birdie," you said with a smile. "Not too cold a winter for you over there?"