14

As you entered the closet space you fished the file folder with all of the survey answers out of your messenger bag, taking it off and setting down on the counter opposite the copy machines. Sabrina followed you in, and as you were sorting some of the pages you couldn't help but wonder at the difference one work day could make.

This morning you had just come out and hard-asked if Sabrina was posting on OnlyFans, and she'd almost dove into a panic spiral. Now you two were better friends than, well, ever since you'd only really been acquaintances even as fellow interns, let alone back in college. More than that even, if what you'd discussed at lunch was still on the table. Way more.

"I think three copies probably, right?" you asked, turning back to Sabrina as she was programming the copier.

"Yeah, triplicate should be fine," she said. "Not that we probably need more than one, but it is Garrison."

You handed her the sheets and she straightened the stack one last time before feeding it into the auto-loader of the machine. Sabrina was standing in front of you, turned away, and you took the opportunity to look her up and down. Unless she had done it during her quick bathroom break at Chambers, you knew that Sabrina was still going commando under her long skirt, and you couldn't help but look at her tight little butt imagining what you knew it looked like from her posts.

"There," she said, turning back to you as the copier hummed to life loudly. "Now we wait. Oh, I wonder what we should do?" She had a mischievous look on her face, and Sabrina didn't bother to wait for your response before she closed the single step between you two, ran her hands across your stomach and sides to you back, and pressed her body against yours as she leaned up and kissed you on the mouth.

You'd been hoping for these, and even expecting it at some point, but her abruptness still surprised you even if it shouldn't have. You hesitated one shocked moment before kissing her back, letting your lips open and tongues started probing at each other, playing against each other.

"Mmm, mmm," you hummed, and she chuckled lightly at the back of her throat as she took your hands in hers and slid them around her body until they were circling her small waist.

You kissed for a while - you weren't really sure how long - and focused on the little things to keep yourself from getting overwhelmed by the situation. Her smell, even after a long day of work, still had the hint of a vanilla shampoo. The way her fingers trailed along your shoulders and upper arms as she leaned into you, pressing her entire front to yours. Your hands fell from her waist to her hips, squeezing her, which she groaned in delight at.

Eventually she broke the kiss, keeping her body pressed to yours but leaning her lips away until you were able to look at each other without being entirely cross-eyed. Her eyes were big, pupils dilated, as she smacked her lips and smirked at you. "God, I was right. You are a really good kisser."

You snorted and shook your head, "Yeah, well I take no responsibility for that kiss. You were driving that train, and I just had a great time along for the ride."

She stuck her tongue out at you, cute and innocent, then pecked you on the lips again.

"Well that's not all that I'm going to drive right now," she said. "I wasn't lying when I said I appreciated you helping me out today. And not just for the internship. Honestly, John, today has been a lot, but it's turned out to be in the best way. So I want to give you something, right here and right now."

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Sabrina reached down and her fingers found the zipper of your pants.

"You sure?" you asked, glancing to the door of the Copier room.

"Are you saying no?" she asked, giving you another one of those pouty little smirks as she pulled the zipper down.

"No, no," you said. "I just- earlier today..."

"Earlier today I was offering it to you out of fear," she said. "It was the only thing I could think of to try and get you on my side. But then you turned out to be on my side no matter what. So now, John, I'm offering it to you freely because I want to."

"Say it," you said. She hadn't actually said the words yet, and you wanted to hear them.

"Say what?" she asked coquettishly.

"Say what you're offering."

"You want me to say it?" she asked, teasing. "They're filthy words though. Maybe I shouldn't." She leaned in close to you as her fingers snaked into the front of your pants. Her lips pressed to your ear and she whispered very quietly, "I want to wrap my lips around your cock, John. Then I want to run my tongue up and down your shaft, and take it in my mouth and feel it all the way to the back of my throat. Is that OK? Can I do that for you?"

Her fingers had wriggled around and found the hole to your briefs, and she carefully pulled your hard dick out and into the air between you. Her slender fingers were smooth and just a touch colder than your swollen, raging cock, and they played lightly over the shaft as she giggled in your ear.

"Yes," you said. "Do it."

"Mmmm," she moaned, biting her bottom lip as she slipped down, lowering to her knees. Soon she was kneeling in front of you on the copy room floor, holding your dick at the base with one hand while she looked up at you with those big eyes you'd imagined in this exact position before.

You were blessed with a bigger than average dick for sure, but in her small hands you looked huge - Maybe that's how p**n does it. Girls with small hands. Sabrina licked her lips, her gaze slipping to examine your cock before coming back to meeting your own.

"Can I?" she asked you for permission. A shiver ran up your body, from your legs to your neck.

"God yes, Sabrina," you said. "Just- it's been a bit, and you've been teasing me all fucking day."

"That's OK, baby," she said, her breath hot on the side of your dick as she hovered around it. "I understand."

Then Sabrina stuck out her cute little tongue and touched it to the underside base of your dick, and like she was licking a big popsicle she ran her tongue all the way from the base to the very top.

"Fuuuuuck," you groaned.

She swirled her tongue around the head, popping it just inside her mouth a couple of times like she was slurping an ice cream cone, then smacked her lips and kissed your head.

"Is that good, baby? Do you like that?"

You nodded, words stuck in your throat.