The Of Girl Ch 521 530

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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 a burlesque show, late night musings and emotions, brunch (again), a videochat with a pornstar, unfulfilling phone sex teasing, and a nostalgic throuple date.

OFG is a variation story based on the setup by Aurelian14. 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 521

There was no reasonable way that the people in the bar weren't at least vaguely aware that you'd gone into the bathroom together and then come out eight or so minutes later, together the entire time. None of the patrons seemed to give a fuck though.

The bartender just smirked at the two of you, and you had an irrational thought that it was an actual possibility that you and Gemma could have made a pass at her and taken her home with you whenever her shift was over. She was a relatively attractive woman in her thirties maybe, and her tattoos were definitely a unique turn-on that you hadn't explored.

You shook your head. Just because something

could

be done didn't mean it was something you should let be more than a passing fancy. Gemma may have even been down for it, but this date was about the two of you and you weren't looking to hook up with some random woman when you had the most gorgeous thing you'd ever seen holding your hand.

"You good?" you asked Gemma.

"Very," she smirked, squeezing your hand. "Now what the hell is going on for real?"

"Come on," you said, leading her to the neon-lit stairs.

"How the fuck do you even know about whatever this is?" she asked as you started climbing up to the second floor.

"Becks told me about it, and I thought it sounded like a good idea," you said. "And something wildly different from what we've done before."

"Why do I feel like I'm about to be pranked?" she asked, making you chuckle.

At the top of the stairs was another set of velvet drapes, these half-blocking the entrance so you had to brush past them to enter the little room at the top. There was a guy wearing a sleeveless button-up shirt, a bow tie and a tophat leaning over a half-door with a knowing smirk. "Cover charge, lovelies," he said, tapping a little sign.

"Jesus," Gemma said when she saw the cost, but Becks had warned you and you paid the $35/person in cash, along with a ten-dollar tip. That got you a wink, and he handed over a wooden disc. "Table five. Enjoy!"

"Where the

fuck

are we?" Gemma murmured to you as you walked down a dim hallway towards yet another curtain-draped doorway - this one had lights and music emanating from it. "This isn't a male strip club, is it?"

"No," you laughed. "Well, not that I know of."

The two of you entered into a dark theatre space, one wall dominated by a stage framed with crushed velvet curtains and ostentatious guilding. There were about thirty-some circular tables almost as small as a stool and others as big as a kitchen table, scattered through the audience area and most of them were already full with an eclectic array of audience members. The far wall from the stage was a bar attended by two bartenders, a man and a woman, dressed exactly the same in white tank tops, black slacks and suspenders, each of them with their nipples showing piercing bumps through the thin fabric. The rest of the walls were decorated with mirrors at odd angles and what looked like old Renaissance paintings of garish nudes. The whole space was lit by a trio of 'gold' chandeliers casting flickering light other than some coloured spotlights slowly swirling as they pointed at the stage.

"OK, for real, what the fuck?" Gemma chuckled.

You went to the bar and ordered new drinks, and brought them to your table where you slid the wooden disc into the slot in the centre with an embossed 5 inside it. The table was maybe the size of a checkerboard, just enough for both of you to set your drinks next to the little candlelit centrepiece and to snuggle up next to each other. You were on the left side of the room, right next to the stage - it would have been a 'hot seat' at the comedy club, but you were counting on this performance not being quite so verbally contentious.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

A voice boomed, and a man wearing a full tuxedo stepped on stage. He had an extravagant moustache that was waxed up into curling points and a barrel chest that had you wondering if he was the width sideways as he was front-on. "As a reminder, this performance is private. There will be

no

photography, videography, instagram-ery, TikTokery or other bullshittery allowed! If we discover you are filming the performances, we will confiscate your device, feed it to a garbage disposal and mail you the pieces. This is, of course, for both the privacy of the performers and you, our fair audience. Otherwise, please turn off your ringers, look but don't touch, treat each other with respect, and tip your waitresses. And have fun, damn it!"

The lights dimmed, and the man clomped off stage.

"Seriously, love," Gemma whispered. "Where the fuck are we?"

The curtains on the stage parted, and a spotlight highlighted a blonde bombshell of a woman dressed in what looked like a ball gown made of feathers and carrying a pair of oversized antique fans that she fluttered. Music kicked in, swanky and smooth, and she started to rock her hip to the beat as two men dressed in similar outfits to the bartenders stalked onto the stage, snapping to the beat.

"Welcome, my lovely, sexy friends," the woman said, fluttering the fans. "To Burlesque on Fifth!"

"No. Fucking. Way," Gemma muttered, looking at you with wide eyes.

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The burlesque show was raunchy, lewd and hilarious while somehow also remaining classy, artistic and even wholesome. There was plenty of tits and ass on display - some of the performers were drop-dead gorgeous, others were wildly skilled or flexible, and a few were there to pad out the performance, seeming more amateur and about inclusivity than being professional performers.

Gemma got a little bit of attention from one of the singing performers, who tossed a big feather in her direction - you were a little shocked that you got even more attention than your girlfriend. One of the performers tossed a pair of panties right onto your head from across the stage, using the elastic of the waistband to fire it from one end to the other. Another woman, a leggy black woman who did a dance number to an old jazz song, used a white fluffy boa to tease the crowd, looping it around your neck and practically motorboating you with her cleavage. It left white fluff all over your shoulders and in your hair that Gemma had to help you shed as she giggled about the look on your face.

The intermission arrived and you ordered new drinks for the two of you, just beers this time, and while you waited for the waitress to come back with them Gemma grinned and leaned into your side, resting her head on your shoulder. "I fuckin' love you, John," she said. Her hand was clasped in both of yours. "Thank you for this. It's perfect."

"I love you too, love," you said, turning your lips to give her a kiss on the forehead.

"I talked with Sabrina last night over dinner about some of the stuff we have," she said, a little more quiet. "We're in agreement about everything. And I admitted I was jealous that she gets to live with you even if I'm also happy for you too."

"I'm going to miss you so much," you sighed. "I feel like life before us isn't even real."

"I know," she said. "It's like... we were always supposed to be together, and you should have been there for all the good and bad times before now because you

will

be for everything ahead of us."

"So what did Sabrina say about the jealousy?"

"She understood," Gemma said. "And had the same thoughts we both did about making sure we stay in contact. I'm seriously reconsidering not having her come to my cousin's wedding as my date as well, but we agreed on that too. Not my wedding, not my place to start family drama."

You nodded, squeezing her fingers lightly. "It's good to know there's a countdown to when I'll be able to see you again," you said. "If it was just 'next year' then I'd probably do something crazy."

"Please don't burn all your savings and drop out of school to come show up on my doorstep," Gemma smirked a little. "Even if it

would

be romantic, I'd be so pissed at you."

"Noted," you chuckled. "Did she have anything to say

about

school?"

Gemma shook her head. "Same initial thoughts as us. Reasons for either country, reasons to not. "

"What if we go with option C and pick somewhere that's new for all of us?" you mused.

"That's a narrow list," Gemma said. "It would need to be a first-world country with reputable law schools that are recognized internationally, where the main language is English, and that's relatively safe. That leaves, what, the UK? Canada?"

"They'd both be options," you shrugged. "It's just a thought."

"Or are you trying to find a reason to get near Maeve?" Gemma asked, then shook her head as she grinned. "I'm teasing, I'm teasing," she assured you. "But we should stick with the US or Australia, I think. We'll want

some

sort of support system around, even if it's strained if us being poly doesn't go over well with everyone."

You sighed again but were interrupted from that particular rabbit hole of worry by your drinks arriving. The second half of the show kicked off, including some more musical numbers, an acrobatic display from a large woman who you could have sworn shouldn't have been able to move like that, and an oddly erotic shadow puppet show that included a tentacle monster - or maybe it was just an octopus and it wasn't erotic at all? Several more acts followed, culminating with a live musical number from a gorgeous, buxom redhead who slowly stripped away layer after layer of sheer cloth as she belted out a classic big band song until she was down to just one scarf wrapped around her hips, another around her breasts and two elbow-length gloves. Somehow she managed to lose the two sheer pieces of cloth while using the gloves to preserve what little of her modesty was left, until finally baring her breasts completely during the final climactic ending of the song, the first and last actual nudity of the show that brought the crowd, you and Gemma included, to your feet in applause at both her beauty and her talent.

"Now those are some perfect tits," Gemma said into your ear as the applause started to die down. The redhead had flaunted her stuff a bit, curtsying several times for the applause, and then accepted a cloak from a stage hand to cover up as she was joined by all of the other performers. A new round of applause ended the show for good. "Maybe not as big as Amanda, but stellar nonetheless," Gemma continued.

"Gemma, my darling, my love," you said. "Yours are way better."

She grinned at you, shaking her head, and then leaned in for a kiss. "Take me home," she said. "And make love to me."

"Whenever and wherever you want it," you vowed, taking her hand and leading her towards the stairs.

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Gemma sighed softly and pulled John's arm a little tighter to her side, snuggling back against him, feeling his cock against her ass and his chest on her back. Even his breath on the nape of her neck felt

good

. They'd talked about feeling like there hadn't been a time before

them

, and she hadn't been lying, but there

had

been a 'before them' and feeling was different than reality. She could remember sleeping next to Timothy, remember feeling like his hand on her when she was trying to sleep was annoying. How his breath on her shoulder or neck in the middle of the night was frustrating.

Was it really different with John, or were they still in the new relationship honeymoon phase?

Had those things ever felt good like this with Timothy?

John shifted gently, squeezing her in his sleep, his hand cupping her breast, and Gemma sighed again. Maybe it didn't matter. She loved him, and everything about him felt

good

. He wasn't perfect, but she didn't expect him to be. No one was perfect.

Three months of love, and maybe it all hadn't been blissful and easy-going, and it certainly hadn't been the no-strings-attached summer fling she thought she might have had. It was coming to an end though, and that hurt to think about. The only thing that kept her from sobbing was the fact that it was

an

end and not

the

end.

Gemma cried in the dark of John's bedroom, revelling in the feel of his body against hers and the rhythm of his calm breathing. The tears flowed silently, and she was smiling as it happened. He was cute and sweet, and kind. He thought about her constantly, even if he also had Sabrina, even if they were sleeping with other women. Her Mom used to say she needed to find someone who was obsessed with her - she thought she'd found that in Timothy, but it turned out she hadn't known what that

meant.

John was obsessed with her (in a healthy way) and he made that clear every day. He wasn't clingy, he gave her space when she wanted it, and he didn't simp for her. He challenged her and teased her, and let her be her abrasive self sometimes.

She loved him. And she didn't ever intend to see that change.

And she wanted him again, and soon she wouldn't be able to do anything about that feeling, but she could now.

Gemma wiped her tears from her cheeks and then rolled softly in his arms until she was facing him, then started slipping down under the sheets. A late-night blowjob to show him she loved him, and was just as obsessed as he was, would do the trick.

- - - - -

Tasha gently reached down and ran her fingers across her labia, feeling that they were slick again. The shower had been good, and had definitely gone a long way to cleaning up the post-sex sweat and stickiness, but she was still horny.

Part of it was the fact that she was snuggled up naked next to two gorgeous women. Well, technically she was next to Becks, and Sabrina was on the tall woman's other side. All three of them smelled good, the same light, fruity body wash having cleaned each of them up. The sheets were fresh as well.

God, Sabrina, Gemma and John went through a lot of sheets. When did they have time to do all that laundry?

Tasha still wasn't sure how to feel about the fact that she was definitely closer to being gay now than she was a few weeks ago. The entire day had been amazing, from the hanging out parts to the sex parts. Sabrina was a good friend

and

a good lover. She knew she wasn't

entirely

gay - she'd felt like John was missing from the equation. Hell, even the shower had reminded her of him. Maybe that's why she was horny all over again?

Becks' hand slid down Tasha's side, ending on her hip. Intentional, or just a movement in her sleep?

Tasha wasn't blind. She knew that Sabrina wanted her and Becks to consider hooking up. Gemma was a lot more circumspect about it but likely wanted the same thing. Tasha just wasn't sure how she felt about it. Becks was... intimidating, in a way. Not just because she was gorgeous, which she was, and not just because she represented this whole lesbian sex thing that Tasha was falling into.

She could see herself on a date with Becks to try it out at least. Especially after today. Without Sabrina to turn things overly sexual in inappropriate places.

No, the intimidating factor really didn't have all that much to do with Becks at all, Tasha realized. It was because, if they tried, it meant that Tasha was letting go of that hope that maybe...

It felt awful to think, especially sleeping in Sabrina's bed, but Tasha knew that deep down she was hoping she could be with John. She hadn't fully explored what that

meant

- alone? Joining their poly relationship? She just knew that the way he was compared to every other man she'd dated, or had a fling with, or... that other thing...

But all three of them had been clear. They loved her, but they weren't looking to be

in

love with her. And it hurt, and maybe it would have been better if Tasha had cut things off there, but she was addicted to the feel of them. Of being around them. To the love, and the ridiculously clear communication. And

God

, the sex.

But then, Becks was in the same boat. Was learning the same lessons.

Tasha shifted a little and panted a little kiss on Becks' chest, somewhere between her tit and her armpit, in the dark. How did that feel? Did it feel natural, like something she could see herself doing regularly? Kissing a woman, and loving her?

She wasn't sure.

But maybe I should find out

.

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Becks felt a little kiss on the side of her chest, Tasha's lips warm against her skin. Was it intentional, or something done in her sleep?

She'd let her hand travel a little as they 'slept' in the dark, though she wasn't sure if the blonde was asleep or not. Becks' was familiar with Sabrina's sleep patterns now, how her breathing changed and such. The fact that she

knew

that Sabrina was asleep was a bit of a weird realisation at first - she'd fucked and slept with another woman so much that she had that inherent knowledge. She could have said the same thing for Gemma or John, too.

Tasha was a different matter.

The blonde snuggled up next to her, her perfect bare breasts wedged against Becks' side in a soft squish, was new. They'd met before, at the party, but within the last week they'd fucked twice, and were falling asleep in the same bed twice. Sure, the first time had two extra bodies involved (and important ones), but before that summer Becks' wouldn't have ever thought she'd get so comfortable so quickly sharing a bed in both senses with a woman she barely knew.

Threesomes were supposed to be a rare gift for a boyfriend who had earned them. That's how she'd always thought of them.

Now she regularly participated in

foursomes

. And even a fivesome.

And she wanted more.

Not more

people

. Five had definitely been enough to max out her ability to keep track of what was going on. She could only imagine how John had felt. No, she wanted more of the not-relationship she was in.

She'd admitted it to John the night before, that glorious night one-on-one with him that Gemma and Sabrina had gifted her.

John was a gentleman. Sure, he wasn't her usual type, but that was probably a good thing. Her usual type generally turned out to be bad news for one reason or another, because her pussy liked bad boys. John was definitely not that... except that he was fucking two (

no, even more

) other women like a player. Somehow sweet, occasionally awkward, John had turned himself into a bad boy

pornstar

without the drawbacks.

Becks' didn't intend to let this thing die on the vine at the end of summer. She didn't intend to go back to how things had been. John had set a new standard in her dating life - for how a man treated a woman, the ambition he should show, and how sex should be. In the unlikely chance that she found another guy like him, Becks would be hard-pressed to not be vigilant for a mask slipping. With John, she knew there wasn't a mask at all.

She would go visit him and Sabrina. Not just for sex, but just to be around them. She felt like she was a planet in orbit around the sun of their relationship, tied to them by gravity. The sex was fucking amazing, but just hanging out with them, feeling the warmth of being their friend...