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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 working things out, makeup sex, a pubic confrontation with an old foe, a voyeuristic 'threesome,' a hands-only threesome, and more time in court.
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 371
"OK, first of all, remember that the timeline here was that we'd gotten Mosche's side of the story, and I'd spent a couple of days consoling him already, but we hadn't had our outing with Tasha," you said.
"Understood," Sabrina said, eyeing you.
"So I only had Mosche's side of things," you said.
"Yeah, I got that, baby," Sabrina said. "Move it along here."
"Right. Well, I was pretty heavily leaning towards Mosche needing to break up with Tasha," you said. "Then we ordered Chinese food and the delivery girl was kinda cute, but Mosche was totally struck dumb. Like, couldn't move his mouth or hand over the money petrified. So I stepped in and paid the girl and took the food, and she was about to leave and Mosche finally found his words and told her she looked like a video game character. That got her talking, and honestly, it was some of
the
most awkward flirting I've ever heard. I made sure she was of age, cause she looked kinda young, and when she was I just let it happen. She gave him her number to maybe play some online games together. I figured if he saw he had even a slight chance with someone else, Mosche would man up and end things with Tasha, so I helped him with his first message to actually get her name, and I made it clear he needed to talk with Tasha."
Sabrina was looking at you extremely intently.
"That's all I did," you said.
"Except you didn't tell me or Gemma," Sabrina said. "Or Tasha when we were out with her."
"I wasn't thinking of it with your girls," you said. "And I wasn't about to make things
worse
for Tasha when she's just processing all the shit she was wading through. Like, how would that go? 'Oh, by the way, the guy who convinced you he liked the idea of you fucking a bunch of people is also now flirting with someone else.' That wouldn't exactly have made things
better
."
Sabrina grimaced. "That's fair, but you still didn't tell me or Gemma."
You sighed and groaned a little. "Would a defence citing the Bro Code be satisfactory to the court?"
"Only if the witness understands that reference to the Bro Code opens the door for use of the Girl Code and the Treaty of Intimate Relations in rebuttal," Sabrina said.
"Is this conversation protected by the Geneva Convention?" you asked.
"Don't try to deflect with comedy, John. I'm being serious here," Sabrina said.
"I don't have a reason," you said. "I wasn't intentionally keeping it from you. We've just had a lot going on and I wasn't thinking of it."
"So you're just throwing yourself on the court's mercy?" Sabrina asked.
"Well, if I had it to do over again and I knew what I know now, then I wouldn't have done it," you said. "With Tasha's side of things, the whole thing is way different than we thought it was. Now I know Mosche was acting delusional, and he probably needs therapy before he dates anyone. And he and Tasha
need
to talk about it."
Sabrina pressed her lips together firmly, but then the buzzer went off on the oven and she had to get up to get the lasagna out. After she'd turned off the oven and had it cooling, she walked past you to your room and came out with your laptop. She quickly had an episode of Castle loaded up, but she didn't start it. Instead, she grabbed one of the three place settings she'd put out and went to the lasagna, putting a big piece on the plate and then walking it down to Mosche's room. You couldn't see her, but you could hear everything clearly.
Sabrina knocked loudly, and you heard Mosche up the door. "Did you call her?"
"She texted that she can't talk right now," Mosche said.
"Fine," Sabrina said. "Here. Even assholes need to eat."
She walked back into view before you heard the door close. Sabrina grabbed both your plate and hers and quickly scooped out some lasagna for both of you and put it on the table before sitting. You stopped her before she started the show and went and got a bottle of the cheap wine she liked and had started stocking in the kitchen, pouring a glass for each of you, before coming back and handing her one. "I'm sorry I hurt you," you said.
She shook her head and started the show, and the two of you ate in silence as you watched the show other than when you told her the lasagna was really good.
Then, when you were done eating, you took the dishes to the sink and she followed, and as you washed she dried. After that she took your hand and led you into the living room, bringing the laptop with you, and she had you sit at the end of the couch facing down the length. She climbed up and sat between your legs, leaning back against your chest, with the laptop in front of her. She started another episode as you hugged her from behind.
Five episodes later, you were both yawning and went and got ready for bed. Still, there was little talking other than small comments asking to pass something, or what time to set the alarm for.
Sabrina stripped down to just her panties, and you wore your boxers, and you got into bed with the lights out. And for the first couple of minutes, you just lay there. Then you turned over and pulled Sabrina to you, holding her from behind. She hugged your arms to her for a long time, neither of you saying anything.
"I need to get up," Sabrina finally said, and your heart dropped. She was going to leave.
