You leaned over and kissed Gemma, and followed her and she rolled onto her back so that you were now on your stomach, propped up on your arms as you lay almost side by side. Her chest was pressed to the side of yours, her bust soft and firm all at once, and she brought her hand up and trailed her fingers through the hair around your ear as she worked her lips.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're heartstopping?" you asked her between kisses.
"Mmm-mmm," she hummed in the negative.
"That's a problem," you murmured. "You should probably need to have a license to be as utterly attractive as you are. I can only imagine the number of people who have keeled over with heart murmurs just from seeing you."
"John?" she mumbled into your lips.
"Yes?"
"I like the flattery, but you're laying it on a little thick," she smirked against your kiss.
"You hot, me horny," you grunted, giving her a Caveman voice.
"Little more modern, please," she snickered.
"Forsooth-"
"Nope, further," she said.
"I could listen to your laugh for forever," you said. "And the only thing that would sound better would be you moaning my name as I make your toes curl."
"John," she moaned pornographically, then laughed. "Like that?"
"Almost," you smiled.
Knock Knock Knock
"Fucking hell," Gemma growled, then shouted. "Busy!"
The door opened and Charlotte stuck her head in. "Hey, so I'm really sorry, but it's like 1am and I need to be up early for work. Any shot you're into gags or muffling yourself in a pillow, Gemma?"
"I didn't say come in," Gemma said. You'd pulled back and she'd sat up again. "What if we'd been naked?"
"Then I'd have gotten an eyeful I guess, sorry," Charlotte said. "But for real, we share a wall and usually I'd be all for a bit of a soundtrack but I'm already pushing it too late here."
"We need to be at work tomorrow, too," you grumbled. "Maybe we should just take the sign and pick this up Friday?"
"Great," Charlotte said. "Sorry and thank you! And nice to meet you, John."
Gemma groaned as her roommate shut the door, putting her head in her hands. "I don't want you to be right, but you probably are."
You both slowly straightened yourself out, Gemma watching wistfully as you adjusted your hardon in your pants, and she walked you to the door.
"Goodnight again," you said, wrapping her up in a light hug and leaning down to peck her on the lips.
"Goodnight again," she nodded. "Sorry that this part didn't work out, but you aced the rest of the date."
"I'd give you a solid eight out of ten," you said.
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Her jaw dropped and she slapped your chest lightly.
"Eleven," you corrected yourself with a smile. "Eleven out of ten."
"Good," she said. "You-"
"Fuck off out of here already!" Lucy said, storming by from the living room towards the hallway with the bedrooms.
Gemma took a deep breath and rested her forehead against your chest. "Next time, we go to your place."
"Great, you can meet Mosche. Today I came home to him watching porn on the big screen with a jar of peanut butter," you said.
"Wait, was he...? Or...?"
"Honestly, I didn't ask questions and still got more details than I wanted," you said.
Gemma snickered. "Does he knock on your door at inconvenient times?"
"Yes, but I think he'd be scared to if I had a woman in there."
"Then next time, we end at your place," Gemma said.
After one last kiss, you left it here, deciding not to extend the goodbye any further. You waited until you were out on the street to do a little happy dance, and stopped to take a deep breath. That went exceptionally well, everything considered. In all reality, Gemma shouldn't have been interested in anything more than maybe a quick hookup but instead, you were... Well, that wasn't defined. But it had promise, despite her 'drop-dead date.' You would work on figuring out what to do there.
You'd been having such a good time that when you took out your phone to order an uber home you realized you had texts from both Mosche and Sabrina, asking how the date was and when you would be home.
You quickly texted Mosche that you were on your way, telling him you'd be there at least ten minutes faster than you possibly could if an Uber pulled up immediately, and then went to Sabrina texts.
Sorry if this wakes you up, you texted. Date went well. Just ended. Will tell you tomorrow.
You were surprised to see the bubbles pop up almost right away.
Kk. I'll get juicy details from Gem. Missed "Satisfaction" with you tonight ;)
You shook your head, checked on the progress of your Uber, and then texted back. Twice wasn't enough this afternoon?
She responded by sending you a picture. It was a super close-up of her clit with a bullet vibrator pressed right up next to it, teasing her without touching. From the few background clues you had, you thought she might be laying in bed.
You took a risk, which later you would blame on being horny as hell and getting cockblocked by Gemma's roommates, and you pointed your camera down and took a picture of your hard cock bulging in your jeans and sent it to her.
You didn't get a response until you were in the uber, and it was another picture. Sabrina, with a satisfied smirk, the bullet vibrator still smeared with her juices and pressed to her cheek happily.
Tease, you texted.
A satisfied tease. Thanks for the inspiration, she replied.
Good night, Sabrina, you texted.
Good night, Daddy :P.
"This girl is gonna be the death of me," you muttered.
"What's that, sir?" your uber driver asked.
"Nothing, nothing," you said. "Don't worry about it."