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.