OnlyFans Girl Ch 611-615

Chapter 611

It felt weird good, making your final ride over to Mosche’s place. And it was definitely his place now, not your temporary home. The transition felt entirely fucking natural and you weren’t disturbed by it at all. Sabrina’s place had sort of felt like home for a while now, especially with how it had been the primary place you were able to meet with the rest of the girls for fun too.

Hopping off the bus, you decided to take your time and walked the block slowly, taking it in for the last time - if you ever had to come back to this part of the city again it would be too soon. Living with Mosche was a part of this fantastic part of your life that had brought you Sabrina and Gemma, and Tash, but otherwise, you were ready to forget the details and leave them in a nostalgic haze. Maybe after a couple of years of law school, you’d be more wistful about it and wonder how he was doing.

You reached the building and headed in and up, tapping a rhythm on the metal handhold of the elevator and then humming to yourself as you walked down the hall. Your knock on the apartment door was a firm shave-and-a-hair-cut rhythm because you didn’t need to walk in on Mosche and Iris again. And for some reason, you didn’t think they would have learned even after the last time.

Still, you waited a good twenty seconds before putting the key in the lock and opening the door, then peeked your head in and looked around.

Silence.

Lights off.

With a sigh of relief, you entered the apartment and locked the door behind you, heading for your room. You had a duffel and backpack left, not a lot but too much for your last trip, so it didn’t take long to grab them and bring them out into the living room to get yourself sorted. A little reorganizing of the duffel to balance the weight a bit better, and then you checked the kitchen to make sure you weren’t forgetting anything-

The door to the apartment opened in a rush and Iris came scampering in, followed by Mosche, both of them giggling. Iris was pulling off her shirt and Mosche was unbuckling his pants as he slammed the door shut and tried to kick off his shoes at the same time.

“Ahem,” you coughed.

Iris got to the living room couch, tossing her shirt to the side, and started working on her bra. Mosche’s pants were down around his thighs as he waddled towards her. Neither of them glanced at the kitchen or your noise.

They also didn’t seem to notice your bags.

“AHEM,” you cleared your throat again.

Iris yelped and clutched her bra to her chest. Mosche jumped slightly, stumbled on his pants and fell forward, barely managing to twist onto his side. This probably saved him from smashing his face, but unfortunately flashed you his dong.

“John!” Iris half-screamed, partially in panic and partially in relief. You assumed at seeing it was you and not some intruder or something.

“John?” Mosche questioned from the floor, yanking at his pants and thankfully getting them up over his junk.

“John,” you said, gesturing to yourself as you turned to give Iris privacy to get herself together. “I just got here to pick up the last of my stuff.”

“Dude,” Mosche said.

“I thought you said he was gone,” Iris accused Mosche.

“He- Was? Is?” Mosche stammered.

“Will be,” you corrected. “Trying to. I told you guys yesterday I had to come back one more time.”

“Oh my God,” Iris muttered and then said something in Mandarin. 

“I thought you came back last night,” Mosche said. “Sorry, dude.”

I was a little busy banging a virgin, you thought to yourself, almost snorting. This weekend really had been kind of insane.

“Nope, I was busy,” you said. “You guys appropriate?”

“Yes,” Iris said.

You turned around and she was sitting on the couch, her shirt back on and with her heels on the edge of the seat as she hugged her knees. Mosche was picking himself up off the floor, thankfully securely clothed again. “Look, we don’t need to talk about it,” you said and gestured to your bags. “This is my last load of stuff, I was just checking I didn’t leave anything in the kitchen. I’ll be out of your, uh, love nest here and you guys can bang in every room without worrying about me walking in. Since you’re here though I can give you the key and we can do the final walkthrough.”

“Huh?” Mosche asked.

You pulled your keys out and started threading the apartment key off of your key ring. “You know, to make sure I didn’t do any damage or steal anything,” you said. “You didn’t charge me a security deposit but we should still make it official.”

“Oh, uh, yeah sure,” Mosche said. “You’re good, dude. Like I said, you can take any of Tommy’s old stuff if you want.”

“Uh, you should probably at least email me that the move-out happened and there's no damage,” you said. “For our records. And thanks, but I’m good leaving his stuff here for if you get another roommate who might, uh, want it. I do have a question though.”

“Oh my God,” Iris muttered to herself under her breath, her embarrassment at this moment extending palpable.

“What’s up?” Mosche asked.

“How, uh, did Tommy die?”

“Oh, yeah,” Mosche said. “Long story.”

You blew out a breath and glanced at Iris, but for all that you wanted to get out of there and she wanted you to get out of there, you knew inquiring minds wanted the answer.

“Give me a short version?” you asked.

“Sure,” Mosche shrugged. “Come on, let’s sit down.” He headed for the couch next to Iris.

“Let’s walk and talk, take pictures of the room and you can send me that email from your phone,” you said, redirecting him to the back hall and your former bedroom.

“Whatever you want, man,” Mosche shrugged, leading the way.

You traded glances with Iris.

‘Sorry,’ you mouthed to her even though you weren’t at fault.

She just frowned.

Chapter 612

“So what happened to Tommy?” you prompted once you and Mosche were in your former bedroom.

“Well, he died, like I said,” Mosche said.

“Right, but…?”

“Oh. He got high and then got assassinated,” Mosche said with a shrug. “It was, like, a whole thing I guess?”

You paused a long beat until you shook your head. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Well, Tommy liked to get high and go for long walks through the city,” Mosche said. “Which, I mean, I thought it was weird 'cause when I get high I like to feel all mellow and stuff, but he’d smoke up and then want to stretch his legs. So he’d go for all these walks.”

“Mosche,” you said carefully. “Was Tommy someone important?” You couldn’t conceive of that being true, considering all his stuff had been abandoned and he’d been living in a relatively cheap apartment with Mosche as a roommate, but… weird shit could happen.

“Huh? No, man. I mean, he was important to like, his family and stuff I guess,” Mosche shrugged.

“So he got high, went for a walk and…?”

“Got assassinated,” Mosche finished for me.

“You mean murdered?”

“No, like, assassinated by an assassin,” he shook his head.

You worked your jaw for a moment. “Was there a reason that the cops told you or anything?”

“Oh, I guess he looked like this other guy. Like a doppelganger situation. And the other guy was in like the mafia or something and had these enemies that were looking for him. And I guess while Tommy was out on his walks someone had spotted him and thought he was the guy, and that he had a routine, so there was an assassin waiting for him when he went out on his walk.”

“Jesus Christ,” you said, looking around the room at all the guy’s stuff.

“I mean, stuff happens, right?” Mosche shrugged again. “It sucked, and was sad. And Tommy sort of left me hanging for the rent, and his parents didn’t come asking for any of his stuff so it’s just kind of here.”

You scrubbed at your face with your hands, shaking your head. “Dude, that’s wild,” you finally said, dropping your hands and looking around again.

“I guess,” Mosche said. “You sure you don’t want any of this stuff?”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you sighed. “Maybe see if you can sell any of it on Craigslist, make back some of the rent while you look for a new roommate?”

“Maybe,” Mosche said, considering the idea. You had a feeling he wouldn’t do it - that would take more effort.

You ended up needing to walk him through the room, making sure he acknowledged there wasn’t any damage, and then emailing you that from his phone. There was a near-0% chance that Mosche would try and come back at you later for damages or something, or try to screw you over in any way, but you were still pre-law and you had read plenty of horror stories on the internet. You also didn’t know much about his parents, and if he got in a tight enough bind it was possible they could try and manipulate him or something.

Email secured, you led him out of the room and back into the living area. Iris was gone, probably to their room, and you slung on your backpack and picked up your duffel.

“Well, Mosche,” you said. “It’s been weird, and it’s been real. Thanks for being my roommate this summer.”

“Thanks for everything, John,” Mosche said and pulled you into a hug. You hugged him back with your free hand. “When you’re in the city, let me know! Unless you want to change your mind and stay?”

“Can’t man,” you sighed, shaking your head. “Gotta get back to school with Sabrina.”

“Right, right,” he nodded, backing off. “OK, well, uh…”

“Bye Iris,” you called towards his side of the apartment.

“Bye,” she called back, not coming out.

You turned back to Mosche. “Do me a favour, dude? Talk to her more than you talked to Tasha. And use all your words, and explain all your feelings. You hurt Tash pretty bad and Iris is younger than her. Don’t do that to her, too.”

Mosche made a slightly pouty frown but nodded. “Yeah, I guess,” he said.

“No, not ‘I guess,’” you challenged him. “Just fucking do it. Don’t be a little bitch, own your feelings and thoughts. That’ll help you with your comedy too - you can’t be truly funny unless you can get to the truth of things.”

He sighed heavily. “Yeah,” he said again. “I guess.”

That was probably the best you were going to get from him. 

“Alright, my man,” you said, hefting your duffel again. “Get the door for me? I'm out of here.”

Mosche got the door, and you managed to not look back and see the sad puppy look he probably had on his face as you walked down the hall towards the elevator. As soon as you were downstairs in the lobby you dropped your bag and took out your phone.

‘You guys are not gonna believe the Tommy story,’ you texted both your girlfriends.

‘Tell me!’ Sabrina texted back quickly. It was super late, or early, for Gemma so you didn’t get anything back from her.

‘Let me get on the bus. I also need to Google some news stories for evidence,’ you texted and chuckled to yourself. Let her chew on that for a minute.

She sent you back some shocked-face emojis in response, making you grin. Maybe you could play this out a bit just to tease her.

Chapter 613

Sabrina opened the door to the apartment while you were fumbling the key into the lock, glaring at you with one eyebrow imperiously raised.

“Well?” she asked.

“I’m still gathering my evidence,” you smirked and shrugged. “You don’t want me to just give you the hearsay rumours, do you?”

She grunted in frustrated exasperation, narrowing her eyes at you. Your girlfriend was still wearing what she had been when you left and you could see Emma over her shoulder at the other end of the apartment, sitting on the couch cross-legged with a laptop in her lap. She was smirking at her sister’s back and shaking her head.

“Investigations can start with hearsay rumours,” Sabrina pointed out, both hands braced on the doorframe and keeping you from entering yet. “And I don’t need a warrant to go searching online for details.”

“Except that’s not your job, baby,” you grinned. “That’s my job, I’m the one assigned to investigate the case. You’re the judge, you just have to hear the case and then pass your judgement.”

Sabrina rolled her eyes and sighed. “You are a pain in my ass sometimes,” she muttered with a little smirk.

“Is that an invitation?” you asked, still grinning as you stepped closer to her and slid your free hand onto her side and then down to her hip and back onto her ass, giving it a squeeze.

“Maybe it is,” Sabrina said, a gleam in her eye as you squeezed her butt cheek. “But only if the investigator finishes his job. Only then will he have a chance at a bonus tonight.”

You chuckled and leaned down to kiss her, and she let go of the doorsill to grab your shirt collar with both hands and pull you down into it. The kiss got deep and sloppy fast as she moaned and leaned into you, her tongue battling with yours like she was trying to taste every corner of your mouth. You dropped your duffel so you could hold her with both hands, one still on her ass and the other coming up to scoop behind her head, weaving fingers into her hair. You weren’t sure why she wanted a kiss like this but you were definitely ready to roll with it. 

When she finally pulled back, gasping a little for air, she looked at you with a serene expression as she let go of your shirt and brought both hands up to stroke your cheeks and jaw. “Welcome home for real, John,” she said softly. “Now you and I live together for real, forever.”

And she was right. You still technically had stuff in your room back at school where you’d lived with your friends, and you still had stuff back at home with your parents. But you didn’t live in those places anymore (and God help you, you loved your parents but you did not want to move back in with them along with your two girlfriends.)

You lived with Sabrina. And you never wanted to live away from her again.

“I am, quite possibly, the single most blessed in the world,” you murmured to her, pulling her into a deep hug.

“Mhmmmm,” she hummed happily, hugging you back. “But only just as lucky as me. And Gemma is like, right behind us but she had to go home so not quite as lucky.”

You squeezed her and kissed the top of her head, and she squeezed your right back. Then she dropped her hands from your back to your ass and gave you a double-handed squeeze, laughing.

“OK,” she finally said, letting go and moving to the side so she could wave you in. “You may enter your home, King of the Castle.”

“Hmm, I do like the sound of that,” you smirked as you picked your duffel back up and entered. “How’s the work going, Emma?”

The ginger girl rolled her eyes. “It feels a lot more like work now,” she sighed. “Posting pictures of myself was just supposed to be, like, horny fun. Now there are spreadsheets involved.”

“Hey, the spreadsheets will make your life so much easier,” Sabrina said, slipping past you and going back to the couch to sit next to Emma, grabbing her laptop as well. “It’ll help with tracking your progress, and what fans you want to interact with more because they aren’t fucking weird and actually spend money, and especially with your taxes at the end of the year.”

Emma made a gagging noise at that last one. “You’re sure I can’t find some way to make an offshore account like a bajillionaire and never pay taxes?” she groaned. “The government is evil.”

“The government is a necessary evil,” Sabrina muttered, quickly typing something into her computer. “Same as laws, the police, and money. If you want to be able to walk down to Starbucks, order your drink featuring ingredients from half a dozen different countries, and walk home to your house without being accosted by people bigger, stronger or meaner than you, then you should probably pay your taxes.”

Emma scoffed. “Fine,” she said.

Sabrina glanced up at you with a smirk and glanced towards the bedroom, letting you know this was a conversation that had been going on for a while and you could go put your stuff away instead of chipping in. The two of you wanted to be lawyers - the rule of law, government processes, it was all interesting and necessary and you’d never really, truly understand people who thought differently.

Heading into the bedroom, you dropped your duffel with your other luggage and bags and then unslung your backpack and dropped it on the bed. The weight off your shoulders, you stretched and then fell down onto the bed next to it and stretched again with a satisfying groan.

“You better not be jerkin’ off in there,” Sabrina called from the other room.

You snorted and chuckled, turning over onto your back. “I’m not,” you said, then waited for a beat. “Yet.”

That got a laugh from Sabrina. “Did you see Iris naked again?”

“What?” Emma asked.

“No- well, almost,” you chuckled.

“Wait, who is Iris and why would he see her naked?”

“Ooh boy, OK,” Sabrina giggled. “John, come out here. We need to tell her about Mosche.”

You groaned again before rolling to your feet and taking a breath. This was a story you felt you’d be telling for the next few years.

Chapter 614

Once Emma had heard the saga of Mosche and his luck for being caught in, or post, sexual act due to his own negligence, you ordered lunch from the sub shop down the street and went to grab it, and they joined you at the table to eat.

“M’kay,” Sabrina said, covering her mouth with a hand as she spoke around a bite of her sandwich. “We used the plan me and you developed, John, but had to adapt it to fit Emma’s content style and what’s already out there. And the fact that she was giving it all away for free. Just keep in mind that her model is gonna be different from mine because she can’t stop posting free stuff since that’s what her fans are used to.”

You nodded slowly, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “Alright, that makes sense. You don’t want to piss off your current fanbase, you just want to try and get them used to the idea of monetizing.”

“Exactly,” Sabrina nodded. Then she looked at her sister expectantly.

Emma’s eyes went wide. “Wait, I’m telling him?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Sabrina said. “It’s your plan, you need to be the one enacting it. You should know it well enough to explain it to him.”

Emma groaned, a little whiny (and a little bratty), reminding you how she was still younger than you and Sabrina even if she’d graduated high school and was heading into college. “Fine,” she eventually said.

“I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Sabrina deadpanned. “You don’t have to do any of this, so let us know if we’re wasting our time. We want to help you with this because we know how to do it to keep you safe and successful. If you just want to go back home and keep posting yourself stretching your holes open for your phone camera and letting anyone you know goon to them and hope you’ll put out if they buy you a burger and fries, you can do that.”

Emma gave Sabrina a look and sighed, her shoulders slumping. ‘That’s not what I meant by… that.”

“Your attitude,” Sabrina said levelly. “Honestly, Emma, you were being a brat. And that’s OK to do in the right circumstances. I’m a brat with John and Gemma sometimes, or online on social media and in the comments and messages on OF, but it’s time and place. Do you think I act like a brat at work? Or when I’m out with friends, other than being silly? Or when I’m handling the business side of content?”

“No, I guess not,” Emma grumbled. 

“It’s time to grow up, sis,” Sabrina said, her voice thickening as she leaned in and rubbed Emma’s arm.

“OK, fine. I’m growing up,” Emma said, shaking her head. “I’m a grown woman. I can handle my shit.”

“I believe it,” you said, giving her an encouraging smile. The moment hadn’t been right for you to pile on trying to help or give advice so you’d stayed quiet, but playing the ‘good cop’ at the end felt like a good move.

Emma gave you one of her small, terse smiles that barely broke the surface of her stoic expression, then got up and went and grabbed her laptop so she could give you a mini presentation as the three of you ate lunch. And she wasn’t bad at it, though she mumbled occasionally and jumped between pages more than she would have needed if it was planned out.

They really had put in a bunch of work - starting from where you and Sabrina had and using it as a template had helped, but they’d been delayed a bit by needing to set Emma up with the accounts she would need to get started on. The content plan was pretty simple - she would make some albums of the stuff she’d already put out for free and make them available as compiled content to download, along with the short clips she’d released. That would fill in a back catalogue of content that any of her current followers would be tempted to access, and would still be fresh content for brand new fans. From now on her free stuff would be a little more selective - she couldn’t roll back anything she’d already. Her face was out there, as was everything she’d already done. Her fans really liked the exhibitionist content but Sabrina drilled into her the dangers of it, using examples from other girls during the 2010s boom of camgirls and how some of them had gotten discovered and kicked out of their colleges for doing stuff on campus. 

New free content would be a little more limited in scope - only one or two ‘full-on’ photos or clips from any set or in any outfit, or any hiking trip. The rest would be released over a few days on her OnlyFans account, getting dirtier throughout the week. Extended videos would be promo’d with dirty clips but would cost extra for the whole thing. And anything with your cock in it would only ever get a single photo teaser released for free, photos posted to the main OnlyFans stream, and videos costing extra.

“We’re still figuring out the final pricing scheme and that’s kind of the last thing to do other than Sabrina wanting me to line up what the first release schedule would look like,” Emma said, then took the last bite of her sub and chewed quickly, washing it down with a sip from her drink. “It’s gonna take me a few hours at home on my computer to do all the bundling and stuff too, but mostly I’m not used to ‘planning releases’ and stuff.”

“Well, I’m not seeing any glaring holes in the plan,” you said. “One thing I will say is that every time we extend out the planned schedule for Sabrina’s content-”

“Our content,” Sabrina interrupted.

“-For ‘Kat18’s’ content,” you continued, giving her a look. “Is that it helps relieve some of the daily or weekly pressure to produce content. Some weeks or weekends we were too busy to do anything, but we had it planned and ready ahead of time.”

“And then we could film like three things in a day to catch up,” Sabrina agreed. “Seriously, I get it, Emma. Planning feels like extra work when you could just take some nudes and chuck them up and probably get a bunch of likes and stuff, but the girls who really take off and make serious money are either totally business minded or they have someone else managing it for them and only make like thirty cents on the dollar because the management ‘companies’ are crooks and lock girls into really shitty contracts.”

“You told me, you told me,” Emma said and sighed. “OK, well, I guess I need to plan ahead.”

“Especially to n around school and holidays,” Sabrina prompted her.

“That too,” Emma rolled her eyes.

“There is one more thing that has to get done while you’re here though, and that you can’t do at home,” Sabrina said.

“There’s more?” Emma asked, her eyes widening as she planted her elbows on the table and rubbed her forehead.

“You need some more teaser pics with John’s dick to start building up hype for your OnlyFans opening its doors and your legs,” Sabrina smirked. “You can film a proper sex tape once we’ve got your office set up at our place at school, but I’m thinking some pics of John’s dick next to your face, or lying on your stomach to show how big it is, that sort of thing.”

Emma bit her lip, her eyes narrowing slightly. “And then?”

“And then you can fuck him,” Sabrina grinned.

Emma smiled.

Chapter 615

For all that your girlfriend was the single horniest person you knew, her only competition really being Maeve and her autistic approach to wanting to have new sexual experiences, Sabrina had decided on a very firm line.

Even if it would make things easier, she was not going to do camera work for Emma. She would give tips on editing or any production stuff, and she would review content and give feedback for next time. She was even lending you out as the stunt cock. But she wouldn’t be in the same room or participate in any way with the actual process.

That meant, for the ‘teaser photos,’ Emma had two options - setting up the shots using tripods or one of you taking the photos. In the end, you split the difference - selfies had a certain voyeuristic flair to them, while PoV photos fed a bit more into the fantasy for a male viewer to put them in the moment of the video or photo. You’d take a couple of both and Emma could decide which to lean into later.

The real problem was figuring out where to take the photos.

It couldn’t be on the couch, near the balcony, showing any of the kitchen, showing anything of note in the bedroom, or any defining features of the bathroom - the goal was to make it as unlikely as possible that someone who happened to be a fan of both Sabrina and Emma wouldn’t be able to connect that they knew each other or filmed in the same space. You’d think that would be pretty easy, but Sabrina knew some horror stories about girls who did content wearing a mask getting outed because someone recognized a certain scuff on a wall and a picture frame, or the same shower curtains and bath mat.

And there was always the fact that you’d identified Sabrina by the pattern of the carpet at the office.

That was how, in the middle of the day, you ended up with the lights off, the door closed and the drapes and blinds tightly closed in Sabrina’s bedroom. She’d helped you move some of your bags around to make space in a corner of the room where there was some blank, plain carpet and the basic off-white walls didn’t have any distinguishing marks, and then she’d given you a kiss on the cheek, a pinch on the ass and shut you and her sister in the room.

“This feels kinda weird,” Emma said after a moment. “Not… sexy.”

You chuckled softly and nodded, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “One thing I’ve figured out, doing this stuff with Sabrina, is that it does feel weird. A lot. There was one time when we were filming a threesome with a friend where we got like twenty minutes into it and pretty much had to stop and have a group meeting to figure out why it felt awkward as hell instead of fun.”

“How did you fix it?” Emma asked. “So far I’ve only done this sort of thing when I was already feeling turned on.”

“Well, that makes sense for you doing solo content,” you said, reaching towards her in the dim lighting and gesturing for her to give you her hand. She did, and you tugged her towards you. “The only time you need to sort of suddenly ‘be in the mood’ is if you’re going to do on-camera work with someone else. Luckily with me and Sabrina, we can get in the mood pretty damn quick. If we're going to work together I’m sure we’ll start to feel more natural about slipping into that mode too.”

“So you’re saying I’ll get used to it,” Emma smirked, looking down at you as she stood between your legs.

“I’m saying you and I will find a rhythm,” you said. “And that we don’t need to jump immediately, right away, into sex. We can ease into it.”

“I think you’re supposed to ease into me,” she said, making you snort.

“Do your parents have the same dirty humour as you and your sisters?” you asked, pulling her closer and then guiding her to get up on the bed with you, kneeling and straddling your lap.

“No,” Emma scoffed, letting you bring her hands up to your shoulders so that she was solidly close to you. “Well, actually, maybe. Kind of. I think they’ve mellowed out, the older we all get. Katherine can swear in the house whenever she wants now, and our Dad made a joke about how Mom was gonna be mad at him and not have sex for a week this summer and Mom just laughed. I was embarrassed as hell.”

“No one wants to think about their parents having sex,” you chuckled, running your hands up and down her outer thighs. “Now, how about we make out for a little bit and get comfortable?”

“That…” Emma started, her face stoic as usual, but she hesitated and looked you in the eye. “Communication and stuff, right?”

You frowned slightly and nodded. “That’s how we’ve always had the best sex with anyone.”

“Don’t ask me to do anything,” Emma said. “I get that you’re being, like, a gentleman or whatever. And making sure that little old me is comfortable and feeling safe and all that stuff. And, like, I appreciate that’s what you’re doing, but it doesn’t turn me on. Can we make a deal that I’ll tell you upfront if I’m not feeling it or open to sex, and if I don’t you just… take it?”

You swallowed, looking her in the eye and gauging her micro expression through her frustratingly stoic reaction. It really wasn’t so different from what you already had with your girlfriends, just more explicitly defined. But you knew Emma didn’t just mean initiating sex. She wanted you to take it.

“I can’t do that,” you said. “Not that I’m refusing, but if this is a deal t we both need to compromise. I’m never going to be able to just assume that since you haven’t said no, it’s an enthusiastic yes. So what I need you to do is whenever we’re together, you just look me in the eye and say yes pointedly, and I’ll act from there. Maybe immediately, maybe after a delay. The ‘yes’ is just you saying you’re enthusiastically open, not that it’s going to happen. After that, it will be my choice. Sound fair?”

It looked for a moment like Emma wanted to argue. So much so that you could practically feel a bratty response trying to bubble out of her. But Sabrina’s words from earlier must have latched on earlier as she hesitated and then clicked her mouth shut, cocked her head to the side and thought for a moment. Finally, she nodded. “Yes,” she agreed.

“OK, good,” you nodded.

“Yes,” she repeated herself, looking into your eyes and saying it pointedly.

You put your hand on her chest, over her shirt and between her breasts, and slid it up to her tall, graceful neck and wrapped your fingers around her throat. She pressed a little harder against your hand, eyes locked with yours, and you used that handhold to slowly pull her closer until your lips were less than an inch apart.

“Kiss me,” you ordered her.

“Kiss me,” she demanded brattily.

It was the right time and the right place.

You used the hand not holding her by the neck to smack her little ass hard. She gasped and pressed forward, kissing you with hunger.

Emma was going to be a problem you would need to figure out over time, that was for sure.