Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 173

Chapter 173

The correct choice was likely for you to head to Sabrina's apartment since you'd be alone, but since you had left your overnight bag at Gemma's the three of you headed back there. Going up was a lot less intense than when you and either of the girls separately stumbled in after a date. Sure, there was some groping and light kissing, but you weren't making out in the elevator.

It was a different sort of sexual tension. Comfortable. There wasn't any question about what we'd be doing, any nervousness that maybe something would go wrong, but still the excitement of being together. You hoped, as the girls giggled to each other while Gemma rubbed her palm over the crotch of your pants in the elevator, that this would be the standard for a long time to come.

At Gemma's apartment Sabrina ramped things up just a touch as Gemma opened the door. Sabrina unzipped your pants without undoing the belt or button and fished her fingers inside, stroking your cock through your boxers. When Gemma got the door open and turned around she scoffed dramatically and gave Sabrina's ass a light spank. "Did anyone give you permission to do that?"

"No," Sabrina grinned wickedly. "But I want to."

The voice she put on was slightly different. Just a touch more innocent, and a touch more whiny, and breathy. It was her 'brat' voice, the same one she used when she called you Daddy on or off camera.

You took her arm by the wrist and pulled her hand out of your zipper, and Sabrina pouted playfully.

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Gemma slipped into your arms and kissed you lightly again, right in front of Sabrina, and then led you both inside. Shoes were left at the door and Gemma led you right back to her bedroom. Becca and Charlotte's door at the end of the hall was open and it sounded like they were watching a movie (not a dirty one), and you didn't see any sign of Lucy. Once you were inside Gemma's room, she shut the door and turned to find Sabrina just about to go up on her tiptoes to kiss you.

"Ah, ah," Gemma said, wagging a finger and pulling Sabrina away. Sabrina made a smarmy face. Gemma turned back to you. "Tonight you're Daddy, OK?"

You snorted out a small chuckle and nodded. You'd given them one night, and they were taking it pretty earlier.

"And tonight I'm in control," Gemma continued. "I'm Madame Director. And Sabrina is the Brat who needs to be taught how to be a good girl."

"I don'tneed to be a good girl 'cause Daddy spoils me rotten," Sabrina said, putting her hands behind her back and grinning as she swished her hips.

"Oh God," you said to Gemma. "You're creating a monster."

Both girls giggled and Gemma swatted Sabrina's butt again. "There's just one last thing to make this perfect. Give us a minute in the washroom to get ready, OK?"

"Sure," you said. They both grabbed bags from beside the dresser and left the room. You ended up sitting on the edge of the bed debating whether you should get naked or not, and eventually decided to just unbutton your shirt a bit and leave it at that.

"Hey, stud," Becca said from the doorway. The girls had left it open and she was leaning casually dressed in a tight 'wife beater' tank top and panties, clearly lacking a bra. "What's up? Just you and Gemma tonight?"

"Both," you said. "They're getting ready in the bathroom."

"Ooh, a surprise for the threesome," Becca smirked. "You know you're one lucky fuck, right?"

"Oh, I know," you said.

"Are you guys going to be here tomorrow night, too? Charlotte and I are hosting a... let's call it a party. Lucy is making herself scarce, but it was sort of a semi-impromptu thing we planned a couple of hours ago and I haven't talked to Gemma about it yet."

"The girls are in charge of the weekend," you said. "But I think the plan was probably Sabrina's or my place."

"Alright, cool," Becca nodded. "Not that you aren't welcome, but it's kind of a Gals Only party so we'd either need to tie you up in this room, or you'd be the naked butler or something."

You laughed. "Well, that sounds like an interesting party, but I don't know how they'd feel about me getting ogled like that."

Becca turned as a door down the hall opened and raised her eyebrows. "Damn," she said, then looked back at you. "Lucky bastard." She stopped leaning on the doorway and you could hear her say something in the hallway quietly, but not what. Then Gemma and Sabrina were walking into the room with shit-eating grins. They were both dressed in button-down white blouses, with red and silver plaid kilts and red knee high socks. Gemma had pulled her blonde hair back into a ponytail while Sabrina's brunette hair was pulled into a single braid.

They were schoolgirl fantasies.

"Professor John, I caught Sabrina doing something naughty in the bathroom while moaning your name," Gemma said tartly. "I think she needs to be taught a lesson."

"And what sort of lesson is that?" you asked, trying to slip into character.

Gemma shut the door. "A big one," she said. "It needs to be hard, and long, too."

"I don't need punishing, sir," Sabrina said, pouting out her lower lip and looking at you with big puppy dog eyes. "I wasn't doing anything bad, I promise. I'm a good girl."

"Good girl my ass," Gemma said, then looked at you apologetically. "Sorry for my language, sir."

"It seems to me like we have two conflicting stories," you said. "What exactly were you doing in the bathroom, Sabrina?"

"Nothing!" Sabrina said.

"She was rubbing herself under her kilt, sir," Gemma reported to you. "And she isn't in proper uniform. I can prove it."

"How is that?" you asked.

Gemma, standing just behind Sabrina, lifted up Sabrina's kilt from the front to show that the brunette wasn't wearing any panties while also flashing you her pussy for a long moment. "See, sir?"

"It's not my fault," Sabrina pouted. "My panties got all soaked through during the lesson, sir."

"You mean while you were daydreaming?" you asked, playing along. "That makes three infractions, Sabrina. Daydreaming in class, improper uniform and inappropriate actions in the school bathroom. What are we going to do with you?"