The OF Girl Ch. 361-370

"I'll talk to her," Gemma said, squeezing your hand. "Remind her that actual flirting with strangers, even anonymously, isn't what we agreed to. Professional flirting should stay professional."

That made you snort and shake your head with a little smile. "We are so weird."

Gemma grinned and rolled her eyes. "Maybe, but it's mostly you two."

You arrived at the courthouse with plenty of time to spare and headed back through security and into the big atrium area. There was no way you wanted to head back into the stuffy courtroom yet, so you found a bench and the four of you chatted about nothing for a bit before you noticed Sabrina frown, looking across the big open space.

"What is it?" you asked.

"I think that's Alita," she said, then started walking across the room.

Frowning, you glanced at Gemma and then followed after Sabrina when she nodded.

You didn't recognize the name, but you did recognize the woman that Sabrina approached. She was Latina, around thirty, and was currently dressed up for court and looked good but her stress was clearly high. Alita was Sabrina's neighbour, whom you'd only met once and Sabrina had teased about getting to film with the two of you - it had been before the decision that you were dating, and not just 'best friends with extreme benefits,' and it hadn't come up again.

"Alita? What are you doing here?" Sabrina asked as you approached her.

"What?" Alita said, and then her eyes softened a little as she recognized Sabrina. "Oh, hey. Um, I have court today."

"Are you OK?" Sabrina asked, stepping up and hugging the woman lightly. They were of a similar size and build, with Alita sporting only a slightly larger bust and her hair dyed with blonde streaks and cut just past her jawline. "You look stressed as hell, girl."

"That's because I am," Alita said with a frown. Then she noticed you. "Oh, hey. John, right?"

"Hi, Alita," you said. "We met once."

"Oh, I know," she said with a smirk, accepting your offer to shake hands. "I'm reminded frequently. I appreciate that you two at leasttry to keep it down sometimes."

That got you blushing a little, but Sabrina kept the conversation on point as she took Alita's hands in her own. "What's going on?" she asked. "You're not in trouble, are you?"

"It's not criminal stuff," Alita shook her head.

"Is it your boyfriend?" Sabrina asked.

"Ex-boyfriend," Alita clarified. "Now. I broke up with him a few weeks ago - I got tired of his shit. Somehow he was still a demanding asshole even from prison. But now he's trying to sue me and says I owe him a shit load of money that Idon't have. It's all bullshit, but the legal fees alone are going to eat through my little bit of savings even if he doesn't have a fucking leg to stand on."

"Oh, girl, I'm so sorry," Sabrina said and pulled her in for another hug.

"That really sucks," you sighed, patting Alita on the shoulder as they hugged. "You do have a lawyer, right?"

"I do," she nodded. "It's my cousin's friend, so he's at least trustworthy even if it's going to cost me. The whole thing is just a real mindfuck though."

Sabrina and Alita traded a few more platitudes, and you both tried to encourage Alita that things would be OK, before she needed to go find her lawyer and you needed to head back up to Court Six. You filled in Gemma quietly on the walk up to the second floor, and Gemma went and grabbed Sabrina's hand and squeezed it, comforting your girlfriend. It was hard, knowing someone was going through something and not being able to offer any direct help - life wasn't like a TV show though. The three of you couldn't just pick up her case and represent her for free. You weren't even law students yet.

As you settled into your seats in the courtroom, you only considered bringing it to Garrison for a split second. After everything he was already handling for the four of you, and with the fact that he was a corporate lawyer and not a family lawyer, there was no way you could ask him for help on behalf of a woman you barely knew.

Sabrina, sitting between you and Gemma, took your hand and smiled a little at your glance. She knew you were trying to think of something, and she appreciated it.

Chapter 368

The afternoon session of the trial plodded along at the same pace as the morning. Garrison was thorough in establishing the facts of the case, and without a jury to pander to it behoved him to take his time.

That didn't make it any less dry.

When the afternoon recess was finally called, all four of you interns needed to stand and stretch. "Eric," Sabrina said once you all filed out of the courtroom. "I need to talk to Gemma and John about something personal - could you give us a few minutes?"

"Sure," Eric agreed. "I'll hit the vending machine on the third floor again."

He left you, and Sabrina led you and Gemma down to the first floor of the atrium so there wasn't a chance of Garrison or one of the associates overhearing as they walked past you. Once you'd found a bench, Sabrina gestured for you and Gemma to sit while she remained standing.

"So, I have a request," she said.

"Baby, I have a feeling-"

"Wait!" you hissed, your eyes going a little wide as you spotted someone through the crowd, currently walking up the ramp from the first to the second floor. You got up and grabbed a hand of each of them, practically dragging your girlfriends with you as you ducked out of the atrium and into one of the corridors leading deeper into the first floor of the building.

"John, what is going on?" Gemma asked once you stopped about fifteen yards in, now out of sight.

You blew out a breath and shook your head. What were the fucking chances?

"I saw a friend of ours," you said. "I guess we aren't his only legal situation. That idiot DeezChains guy was out there."

"No fucking way," Gemma said, turning and looking back out at the atrium.

"You've got to be shitting me," Sabrina sighed, shaking her head. "What are the chances?"

"That's what I was thinking," you said. "Look, sorry for just moving like that. The last thing we need is some sort of a confrontation with him, right?"

"No, it's fine," Gemma said. "Not that I wouldn't mind putting him in his place again, but Garrison would be pissed."

You turned to Sabrina. "I'm sorry, baby. What did you want to ask us?"

Sabrina took a breath and let it out, nodding to herself for a moment. "So, Alita could use a hand to get through her shitty lawsuit problem, and we can't exactly offer her any help on the legal front. But, what I can do is help her with some cash - not charity, I don't think she'd be comfortable with that. But, do you remember what we joked about that time you met her, John?"

"I do," you said and blew out a breath.

"You want to see if she would film with you, so you can pay her," Gemma guessed.

Sabrina nodded. "I'm asking permission to tell her my, um, 'Of' secret and offer to film with her. And I know this isn't exactly what we'd talked about in terms of how we handle things, and maybe she's too close to home literally right now, but she won't be in just over a month, and Becks feels closer than she is."

"Well, the first question is, do you think you can trust her?" Gemma asked.

"I think so," Sabrina said. "Like, I don't think she'd have a bad reaction or anything, and I don't think she'd be all high and mighty and try to out me. But I also have no clue if she would actually do it or not. She makes some sexual jokes, but that might just be her humour."

Gemma glanced at you. "Are you interested in doing that with her?"

You shrugged slightly, raising your hands but not sure what to do with them. "I... think she's attractive, sure. And I think it's a way to help her that won't screw anything up for her or us if she's into it. The real question is whether sheis into it or not, and I guess we can't figure that out until she's asked."

"Sorry for making this weird," Sabrina said.

"No, baby, you're not," you assured her.

"Definitely not," Gemma nodded. "This is exactly the kind of conversation we need to have about this stuff. Yourtiming could use some work though."

Sabrina glanced around at the various people streaming in both directions through the busy corridor. "Yeah, OK, I can see that," she chuckled. "So, I can at least open the door a little?"

"I say yes," Gemma nodded. "Just be careful, baby."

"Agreed," you said.

"Thank you, guys," Sabrina said and quickly hugged you both.

The three of you headed back up, cautiously to make sure you didn't run into DeezChains, and you stopped to quickly text Eric as you realised he should probably be warned. He sent back a thumbs up, so nothing had gone wrong yet.

Back in the courtroom, you briefly considered warning Garrison that the man behind the Cease and Desist letters was in the building, but decided not to since he was prepping for the last stretch of the day. As things got started again, you had time to consider what Sabrina had asked for a little more.

Alita was attractive in a svelte sort of way, similar to Sabrina. She was thin, with a tanned complexion and a pretty face. From the two times you'd briefly talked to her she'd seemed to have a good sense of humour, and Sabrina was right that she didn't shy away from some sexual innuendo or banter when it was appropriate. You thought that she'd probably be fun to fool around with, and now that she wasn't in a relationship you didn't need to stress about her 'boyfriend in prison.'

You did worry about something else though - how would she feel about Sabrina offering her money for sex? That was what it basically was, at the end of the day. The thing with Becks had been more of Becks wanting to try out making a porno for the exhibitionist kink of it, not for the cash. She'd tried toturn down the cash at one point. But for Alita, it was being offered because it was a way to give her money. Technically it wasn't prostitution, but it was close enough that you could see someone taking it that way.

But it wasn't a conversation you needed to have, and you trusted Sabrina to be able to thread the needle. For all that she was your horny little slut of a girlfriend, she was also still the bright, charming, intelligent woman you'd been crushing on and working with at the start of the summer. When she had the conversation, she would do it right.

The real problem you had now, however, was that you were sitting in the courtroom and had another couple of hours to go, and you'd gone and started thinking about sex.

You sighed, and both of your girlfriends glanced at you, then glanced at each other, and then smiled knowingly. That made you grin a little and roll your eyes. Sometimes it was like they could read your mind.

Chapter 369

Garrison hadn't spoken with the three of you throughout the day, which was understandable considering he was focused on his case. Once the day was over, he rallied the four of you in the corridor and only did the most cursory of check-ins before telling you to be back at the courthouse for 9 AM again the next day. You'd sort of been expecting more from your mentor but kept that to yourself. For now, at least.

The first day of the trial had proven to be mostly a snoozefest. Garrison hadn't finished presenting his case that afternoon, so he would pick up again the next morning. His witnesses were all pretty much as dry as the facts and were being used almost entirely just to enter documents into evidence by substantiating that they were real.

The boredom certainly had you thinking - did you really want to be a lawyer? But then you would remind yourself that days like this were just one small facet of what it meant to actuallybe a lawyer, and you could always pick a different stream of law. Hell, you could pick a speciality that wouldn't ever bring you into a courtroom. Or one that would bring you there frequently, and on much more interesting cases. Prosecution and criminal defence were up there. Even family law, where you could really impact the lives of people in a good way.

Eric took his leave quickly as soon as Garrison dismissed you all, leaving you, Gemma and Sabrina together outside the courthouse.

"I need to go back to my place," Gemma sighed, taking a moment to fiddle with the collar of your suit jacket. "I need to put in some more roommate time."

"Oh, please," you said, slipping your hands around her waist and pulling her to you. "You love spending time with Becca and Charlotte. Go have fun."

"I do," she smirked and gave you a peck on the lips. Then she turned and pecked Sabrina on the lips as well. "But I'd rather spend time with you two. Especially because I know what you're going to get up to."

"So itwasn't just me getting horny because we were bored," Sabrina giggled lightly, then tilted her chin up and kissed Gemma again, a little longer.

"No, it wasn't," Gemma smirked. "Treat him right tonight, baby."

"Always," Sabrina promised.

Gemma gave you one last goodbye kiss, and the three of you separated. Sabrina was coming with you to your place, and she really was feeling frisky so she ordered up an Uber and the two of you did your best to keep your hands to yourselves as you took the ride back out of downtown to your building.

It didn't take long to head up, and after the ritual knocking procedure at the door, you entered the apartment and looked around. "Mosche?" you called out.

No answer.

"Mosche!" Sabrina yelled a little louder.

Still nothing.

You went and checked his room, poking your head in and finding it a mess but unoccupied. The washroom was also empty. You came back out towards the kitchen and living area and stutter-stepped as you found Sabrina, already stripped down to her bra and thong, darting towards you and jumping into your arms. She wrapped her arms and legs around you, kissing you fervently.

"Fuck me," she ordered you. "God, I'm so fucking wet after daydreaming all Goddamn day, John. I don't think it's fucking healthy for me to have so little to do for so long."

You laughed and carried her across the apartment towards your room, stopping to hook her shirt and skirt with your foot and flick them up to catch them. You didn't bother with her purse, leaving it where she'd dropped it with her shoes.

Sabrina, went she wasn't mashing her lips to yours, kissed down your neck as you carried her into your room and kicked the door shut behind you. Bringing her over to the bed, you collapsed down on top of her and began kissing your way down from her lips to her chest. She moaned happily as you did that, wriggling to get her arms behind her and undo her little bra. It was a cute piece of lingerie but did little to support her tits since there wasn't much to support anyways. Still, when her nipples came into view, you growled and got your lips around one, teasing and sucking and tonguing it until it was nice and firm.

You lavished her with kisses and licks, tasting every part of her chest and then down her stomach. She laughed, running her hands through your hair, when you tongue-fucked her cute little belly button for a moment, and then you got down to the waistband of her thong and pulled it off of her.

"There," you said. "All is right in the world."

"What, me naked and you clothed?" she asked.

"Just you naked," you smirked. "I think you'd make a pretty good nudist."

"I think all three of us would," Sabrina chuckled. "But only in our home. No matter how many pictures and videos we put out, I don't think I could actually walk around a nude beach, let alone be at a nude resort or something."

You shucked off your suit jacket as she was speaking, and started to undo your shirt buttons next. She sat up, undoing your belt and slacks. "I don't think I'd want to do that either," you said. "You and Gemma are mine."

"Absolutely, totally yours," Sabrina agreed with a grin as your slacks dropped to your ankles.

It didn't take long for you to be as naked as your girlfriend, and only moments longer for you to be working your way inside of her.

You fucked hard and fast, Sabrina spreading one leg wide and hooking the other around your waist so that her heel was bouncing against your ass. She clung to you with her arms around your neck, and your lips brushed against each other with feather-light kisses as your breath mingled and you stared into each other's eyes.

This wasn't making love. This was carnal passion. Hard, fast fucking to sate the urges you'd both been building up over the day.

Your orgasm came on first, and you didn't break eye contact with her as you continued to slam into her with your pelvis thrusts and unloaded three, four, five long spurts of cum and growled deep in your chest. She moaned, clinging to you still, her chest heaving at the feelings rolling up from her pussy. You didn't stop thrusting though, your cock still mostly-hard, and you drove into her again and again as the squishing of your mixed juices joined the soft slapping sounds of your skin.

"Come for me, baby," you grunted.

"I love you," she gasped and came as her eyelids fluttered and her jaw slackened.

You were both left panting, sweaty from the fast exertion, and you ended up grabbing some robes and carrying her back across the apartment - both of you completely naked - to the bathroom. You showered, teasing each other lightly, and made out under the hot water before exiting both wrapped up in the robes. Then things got downright domestic. You did some cleaning, and Sabrina started on dinner.

Puttering around, taking moments to just enjoy each other with small kisses and touches, or just looks across the room, felt glorious. It made you think of what was to come when you moved back to university and into whatever place that Sabrina found for you. She'd taken point on that, insisting that she wanted to handle it, and you'd agreed readily since it was her money that would be paying the lion's share of the rent.

Once you'd cleaned up around the kitchen and living room, you went to your room and fetched out the sweatpants that she'd started keeping at your place, along with one of your sweaters for her. She let you dress her, laughing as you pulled the sweats up her legs under the robe, and then raising her arms to let you put the sweater on her. Once she was dressed she kissed you warmly.

"This is perfect," she said with a smile.

"Ditto," you smirked happily.

The front door to the apartment opened and Mosche walked in, blinking in surprise when he looked around and saw the apartment had been cleaned again and sniffing at the air as the smells of Sabrina's lasagna baking in the oven reached him.

"Hey guys," he said.

"Mosche," Sabrina said, giving him a look and pointing a wooden spoon at him. "You've got some 'splaining to do."

Chapter 370

Mosche was not a fan of getting pinned down into a conversation that was obviously about something that would be uncomfortable for him, but he also didn't have the spine necessary to extricate himself from the situation. You had to wonder how well he would fare if he got put into the classic 'Prisoners Dilemma' where cops separated a group and interviewed them in different rooms.

You had a feeling that Mosche would fold like a wet paper bag.

Sabrina got him sitting at the kitchen table. It was, in fact, the first time you'd actuallyseen the kitchen table get used for anything other than putting stuff down on. Usually, if it was just him, or the two of you, you guys ate over on the couches in the little living area in front of the TV. If you had the girls over you generally went back to your room when you were eating a meal. But it had part of the cleaning and tidying up you and Sabrina had done, and she'd even set the table in preparation for the lasagna.