The OF Girl Ch. 071-080

"Now you're using it wrong," you smiled, hugging her to you.

"It's all about the context," she whispered back.

You held each other for a bit, her rotating her hips and you with your hands on her ass to help while she clung her arms around your neck.

Your orgasm came on suddenly - one moment you were feeling good, revelling in the warmth of her. The next you felt the tight surge.

"Fuck," you said. "Gemma, I'm going to-"

"Shh," she hushed you. Gemma kissed you again, her tongue sliding between your lips as she kept up the slow rotation of her hips.

"Condom," you murmured into her lips, reminding her that you didn't have one on.

She just kept grinding on you.

And there was nothing you could do. You came.

The orgasm rolled through you, and you felt every inch of your hot cum roll up through your cock and blast into Gemma's pussy. The first one sent her cunt into its own tensing spasm, and the two of you came together, holding each other close as you sat on her bed. You weren't sure when the kiss stopped, but you both rode the waves of your orgasms, her nose pressed up against the side of yours as your lips just barely touched, your breath mingling between you.

You dumped five heavy spurts into her. You were worried she was going to regret it, that her fears would rise up. But she surprised you. Instead of disengaging, of needing to have a conversation, she started to roll the both of you over without you disengaging from her. Soon, after going to your sides first, you were over top of her with Gemma on her back, and you were still hard inside of her in the missionary position.

"Can you keep going?" she asked you, reaching up and holding your cheeks.

"Looks like it," you smiled, sliding slowly through her messy cunt.

She pulled you down and kissed you, and you began to thrust into her at a lazy but determined pace.

"I love you, too," Gemma said.

"I didn't say it that time," you reminded her.

"Yes you did," she said. "You said it with your eyes. And a little with your cock."

You sighed a laugh and kissed her again.

She hugged you down onto her, and the two of you pressed as much of you against each other as you could. Gemma wrapped one of her legs around your hip as you continued to slowly fuck her and made out.

"Not quite what you promised me," she whispered with a smile in your ear.

"Hmm?" you asked. "We aren't done yet."

"No. That one time you told me our first time together you would start by laying me down and prone boning me because you wanted to feel as much of me against you as you could. I think I masturbated to that a half dozen times."

You chuckled. "I wish I could have seen that."

"Maybe some other time," she said. "But only if you jerk off with me."

"Mutual masturbation, huh?" you asked.

"I've never had a guy willing to do that," she said, biting her lip.

"I'll gladly jerk off with you, love," you said with a smile.

"Such a romantic," she said dramatically, and then kissed you again.

"To be fair," you continued after the kiss. "When I promised the prone bone you were still maintaining that you only did it in that gorgeous butt of yours."

"Fair. And I did love how we actually started. And this."

You continued the slow thrust, and Gemma started to show signs of working towards another orgasm. You kissed your way down her throat. "I want to leave a hickey on you," you said.

"Don't," she gasped.

"I know, I won't," you said. "I just want you to know that I want to."

"God you turn me on, John," Gemma gasped.

"Gemma, I'm going to come again soon," you told her.

"Whenever you want, love," she said.

"What about you? You're close," you said.

She nodded.

"How close?"

Gemma closed her eyes and started to orgasm, and this time you followed her into it as her interior walls bore down on you, and you came into that writhing, squeezing pussy of hers again.

As you came down from it, you lifted yourself off of Gemma and slid to the side, still partially laying on top of her but letting the bed take your weight.

"God. Fucking. Damn," Gemma sighed. "When I picked you making love to me, I didn't realize I'd fall in love with you the first time."

"I wasn't expecting it either," you said. "But you slipped that one time, and then started calling me 'love' and I liked it. I'm happy you love me."

"I'm happy you love me too," Gemma said. "Every part of the codeword is true."

You both laid there for a long moment, and then Gemma's eyes snapped open. "Oh, crap," she said. "That's not something I'm used to."

Chapter 78

"What aren't you used to?" you asked, a little concerned.

Gemma blushed a little and glanced down your bodies, then back up to you. "So, I may have pulled a Sabrina..." she said. "I've never let a guy come inside me before."

You looked at Gemma with concern, worried she was upset, but she was looking at you so earnestly that your worry faded. "Why?" you asked, not sure how you wanted to word the question.

"Because the last week has been better than my entire relationship with my Ex, despite the fact that I'm sharing you with Sabrina," she said. "Because I didn't want to stop. And because I love you, too."

You kissed her again, the only thing you could really think to do with your mouth to try and explain to her how what she said affected you.

"Stop," she said, smiling into your lips after a long kiss. "The thing I'm not used to is the mess afterwards."

"Oh. Leakage?" you asked.

"I'm currently clenching my vagina so fucking hard to try and stop your load from leaking out of me," she started giggling.

"Can I see?" you asked.

"You want to see it coming out of me?" Gemma asked, a little surprised.

"Gemma, you are absolutely a walking wet dream for me," you said. "And knowing I put those loads inside of you has me half-hard again already. Fuck, I went twice in a row without any wait time!"

"OK," she agreed. "Fuck, this is kinky. Grab that towel over there, I don't want cum on my sheets - we're still coming back here tonight for round three."

You got off the bed and grabbed the towel, and Gemma lifted her hips so you could spread it out underneath her. Then she spread her legs, and you got between them like you were going to eat her out again. Her pussy was messy and swollen, a mix of your cum and her cream glistening on her already.

"Ready?" she asked.

"And excited," you said.

"OK, here goes," Gemma said, and you could see a fluctuation in her lower abdomen and a little bit around her pussy as she relaxed, and then pushed out a bit. Her pussy opened up and a pearly white dollop of cum started to ooze out of her.

"Fuck me," you said, watching with wide eyes as your creampie slowly rolled out of her. "God, you are amazing."

Gemma snorted and laughed, making her pussy flex with her diaphragm, and another glob slid out of her.

"You are such a perv," she grinned at you.

"A perv who loves every inch of you," you said.

"Actually, speaking of pervs," Gemma said, and reached over to her side table and grabbed her phone. "Take a picture for Sabrina. Make sure you don't get my face."

"Really?" you asked.

"Yes, absolutely," Gemma smirked. "After yesterday? She teased me so much, I can't not get her back for that."

"Alright," you said, and took a couple of pictures for her. Then she spread her pussy lips with her fingers, making the whole thing even more lewd, and you took a couple more.

"Can you wipe me up a little while I pick one to send?" Gemma asked as you handed her back her phone.

"Of course," you said, and used the towel to softly wipe the dripping cum from her ass, your fingers brushing between her cheeks and over her asshole, then carefully around her pussy.

Gemma scanned through the options quickly and you heard thewhoosh of a sent file, then another one. Your phone bingled a received text. "I sent them all to you," she said. "Just one to her."

"I promise I'll never share them," you said.

Gemma smiled. "I know you won't."

Then her phone went off and she laughed. "Sabrina says 'Lucky Bitch!'" She started typing but another message came through. "Oh my god," she laughed again, blushing.

"What is it?" you asked.

"She offered to come over and lick it out of me," Gemma laughed. Then she started typing, narrating as she went. "Iam a lucky bitch, but this is my cum. You have to earn your own."

It was weird and strange and surreal for your girlfriend to be telling your Friend with Benefits that she was going to need to earn your cum herself. With Gemma as clean as you were going to get her with the towel, you climbed up on the bed and she let you shift her on her side so you could spoon behind her.

Gemma grinned and took another photo, this one of just your faces and not showing anything below the neck. She set that as your Caller ID for her phone.

"Guess I shouldn't use one of the pictures you just sent me for you on my phone, huh?" you asked.

"Oh god, can you imagine?" Gemma laughed. "You're in a meeting with one of the Partners and I don't know, and I call you about something andthat is what shows up on your screen?"

"The response might depend on who the partner is," you grinned.

She just shook her head and rolled her eyes, settling down on the pillow. You laid there for a little bit, naked and spooned together comfortably. Your hand was again on her stomach, just softly playing your fingers on her skin and tickling her belly button every once in a while, which made her twitch and squirm.

"So you never went for my tits," Gemma said after a while.

"I assumed if you wanted me to, you would have taken off the bra," you said.

"They aren't too big, are they?" she asked. "Sabrina has such a cute chest, and I'm hauling around these-"

You interrupted her by lifting your hand to cup and squeeze one of her breasts through her bra. "You are beautiful," you said. "And I want to spend days just exploring every inch of these magnificent breasts."

"You haven't even seen them," she said, and you could hear the smirk on her lips.

"Gemma, if you ever try to disparage your boobs, me and your vagina and your booty are going to sit down and organise an intervention," you said.

"Oh, yeah?" she chuckled. "You're going to turn my own pussy and ass against me, huh?"

You kissed her neck and shoulder. "It's too late, you already missed the part where I made a deal with your pussy. Remember that long conversation I had earlier with it? That was your pussy and I in negotiations. She's a shrewd negotiator, but I got her to sign on the dotted line."

"You're getting ridiculous now," she sighed.

"Good," you said. "I'm just matching your energy of maligning your mighty mammaries."

Gemma snorted hard and long, your alliteration getting her right in the funny bone.

Chapter 79

Eventually you checked the time and realized you had to rush to get ready for the actual date. Gemma tossed you a second robe she had, which barely covered your ass and didn't cover the bottom half of your dick. Seeing you in the robe made Gemma almost fall over she was laughing so hard, but she said you should just hold your junk as you went down the hall to the washroom.

"Lucy is out, and Becca and Charlotte are probably cooking dinner," she said. "We aren't going anywhere near the kitchen."

"Fine," you sighed, cupping your soft cock.

Gemma checked the hallway, and then you both darted the half dozen steps to the washroom. Once inside you both quickly stripped and Gemma revealed her tits to you for the first time. They were big and wonderful pillows that hung with a delightful natural weight. Her areolas were wide circles of a dull, soft pink with pretty gumdrop nipples.

It took you both about five minutes to actually get into the shower together because you immediately set to work trying to prove to Gemma that her breasts were the most wonderful things you had ever seen. Stepping under the water didn't deter you, and you had a very fun time soaping Gemma up and rinsing her off as she held her blonder hair up on her head to keep it from getting wet.

Your hands travelled everywhere, and you revelled in the broad smile she had the entire time as you loved on her body. Then it was your turn, and as you blocked the shower spray with your body Gemma began the same process with you, soaping you up and feeling you all over. She gave you the same treatment she'd gotten, and soon you were hard again.

Gemma had just gone down to her knees and was teasing the tip of your cock with her tongue as you held her hair up for her when there was a banging on the bathroom door.

"What?" Gemma yelled over the noise of the shower.

"I need to pee! You've been in here twenty minutes," someone shouted back.

Gemma stood up and made sure the shower curtain was fully blocking you both and shouted. "Come in."

You heard the door open. "Sorry, I just really have to go," Becca said. There was movement and you heard the toilet seat rattle. After a moment of standing under the shower with Gemma, both of you trying not to laugh at the situation, Becca spoke up again. "So... is that a one occupancy shower, or two?"

"Uh, two," Gemma said.

"Nice," Becca said. "Just remember the pipes aren't designed for jizz, and all the hair you bitches shed clogs up the drain so one of us will end up needing to clean it out."

"Well that wasn't what I needed to hear," you joked.

"Hey, it would be your jizz," Becca laughed.

The toilet paper roll rattled a couple of times, and then the toilet flushed and Becca washed her hands. "Sorry for the interruption!"

"Hey, Becca, what's the time?" Gemma asked her roommate.

"Um, like five to eight?" she said.

"Shit, we need to hurry. Hey Becca?"

"What's up?" Becca asked.

Gemma slid the shower curtain aside, revealing the both of you naked and glistening with water, to Becca. Her pretty but boyish roommate was in the doorway, looking back, and her face lit up with laughter as Gemma flashed the both of you to her. Almost as soon as she'd done it, Gemma slid the shower curtain closed again, giggling.

"Damn, girl!" Becca called. "And nice dick, John!" Then she shut the door, leaving.

"Oh my God," you laughed. "I can't believe you did that."

"I can't either," Gemma kept giggling. "I don't know what came over me."

You kissed her, and then she quickly finished getting you rinsed off. Once you were out of the shower, it was another mad dash to her room - being hard actually made it easier to hide your dick behind the too-short robe, but no one was waiting to catch you.

Gemma did a light touch-up of her makeup and fixed her hair while you dressed, and you helped her with the catch on her bra and zipped up the dress. It clung to her wonderfully, the square collar cut not showing any cleavage but the cut accenting her bust wonderfully.

"Last touch," you said, picking up the flower you had brought and weaving it into her hair over her ear. She smiled widely again at this and you couldn't help but kiss her. "God, you look so good I want to take it off of you and start all over again."

"Charmer," Becca shook her head with a smirk.

You took a selfie of the two of you to send to Sabrina, who replied that you looked great and asked if Gemma was wearing underwear. She was, but another pic of Gemma's thong was enough to get Sabrina off her back as she declared it 'sexy enough.'

Gemma grabbed a black clutch with her ID and wallet, and you started to head out but were stopped in the living area by Becca and Charlotte. Both of the women were standing with their arms folded and judgemental stares. Then they made a big production of pretending to be disapproving parents, with Charlotte asking questions about your intentions, while Becca paced around you as if inspecting your outfits for appropriateness.

"Alright, I guess you can go," Charlotte finally passed her judgement, then broke into a grin. "Maybe next time we double date? Becca hasn't taken me out inmonths."

"Bitch, it's been three weeks," Becca laughed. "And we're not even dating!"

"She keeps saying that, and yet we keep waking up in bed next to each other in the morning," Charlotte said with a shake of her head. "It's scandalous, really."

Outside the apartment and waiting for the elevator, Gemma explained it to you because you were feeling lost as hell. "They're fuckbuddies who are roommates," she said. "Becca goes out on dates once a week, but Charlotte isn't really looking. She's happy with the way things are between them."

"Sounds like a recipe for trouble," you said.

"Maybe, but it seems to be working for them," Gemma shrugged. "As long as it doesn't collapse while I'm here, I'm just happy they are happy."

Chapter 80

You took an Uber through the city to the comedy club and texted Mosche and he said he would meet you out front.

To be honest, getting dropped off right at the front door with its shitty little red carpet and gold-white lights lining the awning over it, you sort of felt like a celebrity. Not because of the setting or scenery, but because of Gemma.

"Have I mentioned you're looking radiant?" you asked her as you helped her out of the back seat.

"You did, actually," she smirked.

"Well, you are also ravishing," you smiled.

"Oh yeah?" she asked, leaning close and dropping her voice. "So later on, am I doing the ravishing or you?"

"We can ravish each other," you said and kissed her.

You took Gemma's hand in yours and turned, looking for Mosche and not finding him. There was only a short line waiting to get into the club, which was minutes from opening, so you shrugged and walked with Gemma to the line. You chatted, held hands, and stole quick kisses.

When the door opened a big burly guy with a beard halfway down his gut came out and started carding people on their way in. He let the both of you in without any issues, and after paying a cover fee of fifteen dollars each, you immediately went to the bar. The comedy club wasn't the nicest one in town, but Mosche said it was the best because of its history. He could rattle off dozens of names, only some of which you could recognize, of comedians that had performed or cut their teeth there.

"Two Brambles, please," you said to the bartender.

"You remembered my drink," Gemma grinned.

"Of course I did," you said, kind of making a curious face. "You showed it to me four days ago, and it's also delicious. How could I forget?"

Gemma glanced away and you realized you were turning a happy moment into a melancholic one for her due to memories.

"Hey, come back to me," you said, squeezing her hand. "You're here with me, in this club."

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Nothing to be sorry for, love," you said. "We can talk when you're ready, but I figure maybe this isn't the right place?"

She looked around and grinned. "Yeah, definitely not the right place."

"Twenty bucks," the bartender said, presenting our drinks.

Fuck me sideways, you thought.

You put a twenty and a five on the bartop, and he didn't even say thank you as he walked away to other customers.

"Hey you guys," Mosche said, appearing from somewhere around the back of the bar, his lanky gait making him stand out.

"Dude, I thought you were meeting us out front?" you asked.

"Oh, man, I totally forgot. I was talking with that girl I told you about, she's here for Open Mic night, too."

"Alright, well, Mosche, this is Gemma. Gemma, this is my roommate for the summer, Mosche," you said.

"Hey there," Gemma said.

"Whoa," Mosche said. "You sound just like the Virgin Mobile answering machine lady."

And thus began the most awkward conversation you thought you had ever seen Gemma be a part of, and that included the idiocy of Andy at work. She kept a smile on her face, but clearly she had been through all of the questions Mosche had dozens of times. He asked about dangerous animals. He asked about toilets flushing in the opposite direction. He cracked a joke about hanging off the bottom of the world. He even did a Crocodile Hunter impression. That was when you finally had to stop him because Gemma squeezed your hand.