Gemma ended up ordering the Uber this time, and this time the car that showed up was a smaller hybrid thing so you ended up taking the front seat while Gemma and Sabrina took the back seat. The driver, a Pakistani guy, tried to make some small talk with you and you halfheartedly went along with it while you could hear Sabrina and Gemma whispering and tapping on their phones in the back seat.
It wasn't too long a ride before the driver pulled up at the corner of one of the big entertainment streets downtown, and you all piled back out.
"Come on," Gemma said, grabbing your hand. "I know where we should eat."
Sabrina slid in next to you, looping her arm through yours, and the three of you set off. It was... well, it was a little surreal, walking down the sidewalk in broad daylight, holding your maybe-soon-girlfriend's hand while also arm in arm with your fuck buddy. And other than a couple of annoyed people glaring as they had to move out of your way, no one seemed to care.
Well, no one knew what the situation was either. But still, you had to wonder, how many times had you walked by a small group of people not realizing the weird or offbeat relationship between them?
Gemma led the three of you to a hole-in-the-wall sort of place, crammed between a Popeye's and another restaurant. Inside was a sports bar-looking area to the left, a fancier-looking dining room on the right, and a pretty hostess dressed all in black. "Hey," she chirped, giving the three of you a smile. "How many in your party?"
"Three," Gemma said, not letting go of your hand. "Could we get one of the tables on the bar side?"
"Sure," she nodded and collected three menus for you.
The bar was busier, since it was happy hour after work, so you assumed Gemma wanted to try and blend in a bit. The thing was, Sabrina also wasn't releasing your arm, standing and smiling next to you with a twinkle in her eye.
As the hostess led you through to an empty table, you noticed multiple sets of eyes following you. Actually, they were following the girls, and trying to judge you. Gemma was still wearing her conservative business pantsuit, shirt buttoned to the collar, but there was no hiding her beautiful face or luscious platinum blonde hair - or her ass, for that matter. And Sabrina was just Sabrina as usual, just slightly less severe in her business dress and slim and flirty.
"Here you go," the hostess said, bringing you to a round, freestanding table with a good view of the bar and multiple big screen TVs playing sports channels.
"Actually, can we have that booth?" Sabrina asked.
"Oh, sure," the hostess nodded, and brought you over and quickly transferred the cutlery as well.
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You ended up sitting on one side of the booth with Gemma, while Sabrina sat across from you. Part of you wanted to sit between them or have them both across from you, but that might have looked strange.
"I'm having flashbacks to Monday," Sabrina smirked.
"I was just thinking about that video," Gemma laughed.
"I don't think we're going to get away with anything like that here," you said. "It's way too busy. And half the room is checking you girls out."
"Good," Sabrina said. "They can be jealous of our boy toy."
Gemma snickered. "I like that. What do you think, John? Are you our boy toy?"
"I think Rule One says that I'm your boyfriend," you said, lifting her hand and kissing it. She hadn't let go. "And the extra-dirty-minded one across from us is our fuck-friend."
"Your friend-with-benefits," Gemma said.
"Speaking of which," Sabrina said. "Girl, asyour friend, and to give our man some benefits..." She leaned over the table and undid a couple of buttons on Gemma's blouse, then one more, and then reached for another.
"That's enough," Gemma giggled, slapping Sabrina's arm away. "I don't need half my tits showing to the entire bar." She shifted, getting herself comfortable, now showing a generous amount of cleavage without flashing bra.
"Whatever you wear, you're damn sexy," you said. "But I definitely prefer you like this."
Gemma blushed. "Thanks," she said, giving you a smile. "But what about-"
"Hey, y'all," your waitress said, approaching your table with a notepad out. "You want t' start with some drinks?"
The three of you ordered, you a beer, Sabrina a cider and Gemma another of those blackberry Brambles she liked.
"We're going dutch, by the way," Gemma said once the waitress left. "This isn't a date, and we're not trying to make you go bankrupt."
"Thanks," you grinned, not bothering to note that you hadn't considered that, and now wondering what your reaction would have been if the girls had both expected you to pay for them. Your wallet would have started hurting quickly.
"Now," Gemma said, turning to Sabrina. "As I was saying, if I'm getting more relaxed, what about you?"
Sabrina smirked and shrugged. "I don't have the same assets as you, but I assure you I'm relaxed."
Gemma shot her a raised eyebrow.
"Here, give me your foot," Sabrina said. You were in a darker back corner of the bar, so you didn't think anyone would see anything under the shadow of the table, but you could only hope you were right.
You assumed Gemma followed Sabrina's request, raising her foot under the table, and the girls watched each other. There was a light thunk under the table, Sabrina having taken off Gemma's shoe and letting it drop to the floor.
Then Gemma's other eyebrow raised, and Sabrina shifted lower in her seat a bit, then Gemma gasped and Sabrina giggled and you could tell Gemma pulled her foot away. "Oh my God," she said. "She just put my foot on her bare pussy. Where are your panties?"
Sabrina sat back up, a little smirk on her face. "In his other pocket," she said.
"I can't believe you're going commando in a skirt," Gemma said. "I couldn't do that, even in a tight pencil like you're wearing."
"Well, I usually don't," Sabrina said. "But it's fun, and I bet John is hard as fuck."
Gemma let go of your hand and placed hers on your crotch, rubbing your hard cock and getting a feel.
"Yeah, but can you blame me?" you asked.
"No," Sabrina said.
"No," Gemma agreed, squeezing you a little harder, then letting go and bringing her hand back above the edge of the table.
The waitress came back with your drinks and took your food orders. The three of you talked, trading stories about university life. Gemma told Sabrina about her ex, and Sabrina told you both more about her own though it hadn't ever progressed as far as Gemma's relationship had. The food came, and you all dug in. Gemma ordered a cider like Sabrina's when she finished her cocktail, and Sabrina got a second. You swapped to a lighter beer.
And through it all, the girls teased you. Gemma would touch your arm frequently, or tease her fingers over your hand, or drop hers to your lap - sometimes just onto your thigh, or sometimes copping a quick feel. She would bite her lip as you talked to her, and a few times fanned the front of her blouse as if she were cooling herself down, but always the side further from you so that she was flashing you more of her boob and glimpses of her white, lace-covered bra.
Sabrina, meanwhile, also didn't let up on you. Her foot travelled. She would wrap it around your ankle, or rub your calf, or thigh. A few times she even slid her toes all the way up to press against your hard cock. Gemma even caught her once when she went to grope you at the same time. Both girls froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.
"Are y'all interested in dessert, or more drinks?" the waitress asked you when you had all finished your dinners.
"Mm, I've got some dessert back at mine," Sabrina said, looking at both of you. "We'll just get the checks - separate please."
"Sure," the waitress nodded.
Gemma didn't say anything to deny she was coming to Sabrina's, and that was going to make it hard for you to get out of this restaurant without popping a seam on your pants, you were so hard.