11

Now it was on you.

Transferring your spoon to your other hand, you casually scooped up some more fudge and ice cream. At the same time, you lowered the hand closer to her down beneath the table and set it on her thigh, maybe halfway up her leg. You gave her slim leg a squeeze, and she slowly rocked it back and forth.

You both took another bite of ice cream, eyes flicking to watch each other as you rubbed your hand along her skirt, feeling the knit fabric slide across her skin. Your fingers were wrapped down her inner thigh, and as they moved back and forth you let them move further and further up her leg. Soon her skirt was bunching as you moved, and you let it create a barrier as you pressed higher, pushing her skirt between her legs and against her bare pussy, the only thing separating you from her the folds of fabric.

This had the extra effect of slowly moving the skirt higher up her knees, and as you stared into her eyes you moved your hand lower, down to her bare knee. Skin to skin.

"So," you said. "Honestly, Sabrina. We've been working at BMA for almost three weeks now. Is this how you expected to be spending your summer?

"Mm," she hummed around her spoon as she took another bite. Her pupils flared slightly as she tried not to react to your hand slowly sliding from her knee, back up her thigh. You could feel her skin goosebumping. "Not really, though I wasn't really sure what to expect. I just knew that if I wanted to be a lawyer, it was the sort of place I was supposed to start. What about you?"

"I definitely wasn't expecting some of it," you said. "And I guess you could say I've had some positive and negative surprises. A real grab bag." You squeezed, halfway up her thigh, when you said grab.

"Yeah? How positive?" she asked, smirking.

"Oh, very," you said. You didn't move your hand higher, just left it on her. "I mean, how could I have expected to work with two beautiful girls like you and Gemma all summer? You two more than make up for Eric and Andy.

"Is that the only reason you like working with us? Because we're beautiful?"

"No, of course not. I really like Gemma's quick wit, even if I get hit with it every once in a while. She also gives off a great competitive vibe that I think keeps us all working. If we don't keep up, we'll fall behind. That's good."

Sabrina pouted, but slowly breathed large breaths in and out through her nose as she did it, her chest rising and falling as she tried not to react to your hand. "So Gemma has other qualities, but I don't? You just like me for my looks? For my- for my body?" You had inched your hand higher, your pinky finger the further up her thigh, buried under the skirt and pointed towards her pussy. You were maybe three inches away from it.

"God, no," you said, using your spoon to gesture. "Sabrina, you are probably the sweetest coworker I've ever had. You can tease - verbally - just as well as Gemma, but you do it in a way that everyone knows you mean the opposite. And your smile can light up a room."

"That's my looks still, John," she said, then sucked in a breath as you moved your fingers up another inch.

"You're right. So I won't tell you about your amazing smile," you said, then took another bite of ice cream. "How about your generosity? You set the tone for how all of us interns were going to treat each other - taking turns, doing things fairly. Not taking advantage of each other. You're the kind of woman who could probably run over the rest of us, but you don't because you're just... you."

"Thanks," she whispered, then bit her lower lip.

You slid your fingers another inch. You weren't sure if you were imagining it or not, but you felt like you could honestly feel the heat coming off of her lips, you were so close to touching her pussy.

"And have I mentioned your smile?" you asked.

She smirked. "You did," she said.

"Good. I never want to forget that," you grinned.

You squeezed her leg, then leaned in closer to her and she closed her eyes, mouth parting slightly, expecting you to kiss her. Instead, you slid past her lips, going cheek to cheek and whispering into her ear. "Fair is fair, Sabrina. Now we're both going back to work hot and bothered."

You pulled your hand away from her and tugged down her skirt, smoothing it on her leg.

Sabrina leaned forward as you pulled away, eyes still closed for a moment before she laughed and leaned back. "You bastard," she giggled. "God, how did you do that to me?"

You laughed with her. "I don't know. How did you do what you did?"

She shook her head and took a long breath, letting it out through her pursed lips, before taking another bite of sundae. "Alright, you got me good," she admitted. "Game respects game."

The two of you finished up the sundae and you signaled for the check.

"We're going dutch," Sabrina said, before the waitress could even ask or offer.

Theresa frowned slightly, glancing at me, but nodded. "Sure, sounds good. I'll go get the machine."

Sabrina turned back to you. "Friends, right? So this isn't a date. You don't need to try and impress me or anything."

"Absolutely," you said. It felt... weird to need to say that. But then, any other day you two would have been fishing in your wallets for cash to cover the lunch order along with the other interns, so this was as close to normal as possible.

You just also had a raging hardon under the table, and wanted to slide your hand back onto her thigh and you were pretty sure she wouldn't have minded one bit. If only for propriety, with the waitress coming back, you held yourself back.

Once you were both paid up, you left the pub and began the short walk back to the Bentley building. Sabrina slipped her hand into yours, and you glanced over to her as your fingers entwined.

"Too much?" she asked.

"I'm not sure," you said. "Let's see."

You walked for half a block before Sabrina let go of your hand and looped her arm through yours instead. It brought her closer to you, but was somehow less intimate at the same time.

"Better," she said.

"I like it," you agreed.