10

"You handled all of that really well. But I also sort of... pushed it pretty far. Was that OK? I figured calling you 'baby' wasn't so bad, but once we were into it I got a little carried away," Sabrina said. You two were still sitting next to each other in the booth, and she leaned one elbow on the table, leaning forward and turning fully to talk to you. Her shirt, still partially unbuttoned, gaped open a little and you could see her cleavage and the top line of her bra.

"Yeah, I was fine with it," you said. "I wasn't really sure what to expect there, and you were definitely pushing some of my buttons."

"I think I was pulling on a lever, too," she smirked.

"That you were," you nodded with your own smile. "I guess I just need to know how much of all that was performance for the camera, and how much might have been for me."

Her smirk softened into a bit more of a shy smile, and she looked away for a moment as colour rose to her cheeks. "I'm not sure, really," she said. "I think maybe some of it was definitely for you. There was a part of me that wanted to see what you would do, if you'd crack. Once you were filming you went all professional on me - I couldn't tell if you were just focused, or into it."

The waitress came back with your coffee, interrupting the conversation again for a moment. It gave you a chance to recollect your thoughts and figure out what the hell you were doing. Sabrina was dancing between coming on to you constantly, or acting like you were her gay best friend. You felt like she was right at the cusp of making a decision about you, and goddamn you wanted to make sure she made the right one.

As Theresa the waitress walked back towards the bar to make the sundae Sabrina had ordered, you still hadn't decided how to do what you wanted to do.

"John, I just- can I just do one thing?" Sabrina asked you after taking a sip of her black coffee.

"What's that?" you asked.

Instead of answering, she slipped her hand under the table and onto your thigh, and ran it up to your crotch. Your dick reacted quickly, having only gone down to a half-chub through lunch, and soon she was cupping your hard length through your slacks.

"God, I thought so," Sabrina said. "I just couldn't really tell with my foot. I've never done something like that before."

"Sabrina, if you're going to keep doing that, I'm going to do the same," you warned her.

She bit her lip, meeting your eye, but pulled her hand away. "Sorry. I know I'm being such a bitch right now."

"You're not," you assured her. "I can't blame you for being curious about me. You've given me more than an eyeful, and I'm still curious about you."

"Are you?" she asked.

"Don't be like that," you laughed. "Don't play like you don't know what you're doing."

"What am I doing?" Sabrina asked.

You didn't answer her, turning and opening a sweetener packet, then dumping it into your coffee before giving it a stir with the little spoon they provided. You took a sip and set the mug back down and looked back at her. You didn't say a word, just met her eyes with your own.

This was it. This was the moment. You were going to force her to choose - admit what direction this was headed, or back off.

Sabrina pouted her mouth to the side, furrowing her brow as she met your resistance with consternation. Then she chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment, thinking.

"I'm not looking for a relationship right now," she said. "Not with school, and work, and OnlyFans."

"And?" you asked.

"Is that alright with you?"

"Is what alright with me?" you asked.

"Now you're doing it," she said.

"Is what alright with me, Sabrina?"

She swallowed and glanced around, making sure the waitress wasn't coming back yet. Then she picked up the spoon you had mixed the sugar into your coffee with, and slowly slid it into her mouth and sucked on the lingering flavour for a moment before pulling it back out. "Do you want to maybe do more of what we just did?" she asked. "No strings attached?"

"I would," you said. "Is that something you want?"

"I think I do," she said. "I hadn't really thought about it before, I thought I was going to keep this whole thing a secret to my grave. Or at least as long as I could. But having someone to help, and talk to, would be... a lot of good, I think."

"And?"

"And maybe I really liked teasing you," she admitted. "And maybe most of what I said was some fantasy about you, and not just words."

"OK, Sabrina," you said. "I'll be thefriend you need, and whatever else we decide at the moment. But no strings."

"OK," she agreed.

"Aaaand here's your fudge sundae, and two spoons," the waitress said, presenting the overflowing glass bowl to us. It was piled with several scoops of vanilla ice cream and drizzled heavily with warm, gooey chocolate. "Anything else I can do for you two right now?"

"We're good," you said. "Thanks."

She grinned and walked away to her other tables, leaving you and Sabrina alone again.

You picked up a spoon and dipped it into the dessert, then held it out to Sabrina. She took it, and you loaded up the second spoon. "Cheers to new friends," you said, lifting your spoon towards her.

"And maybe more," she responded, clinking her spoon against yours.

You both took your bites, the cold of the ice cream deliciously paired with the warm of the hot fudge.

"Mmm," Sabrina hummed around her mouthful.

"Mhmmm," you agreed with her.

She slid her hand back into your lap and gave you another squeeze.

You swallowed and looked at her, setting down your spoon. "I told you what would happen if you did that again," you said.

"You did," she agreed, giving you a cheeky, pursed-lip grin.