Chapter 28

The last hour of the day absolutely dragged by. You weren't sure what you were more excited for, your date with Gemma or your... not-a-date? What did you even call your plans with Sabrina? Just 'plans?'

Suffice it to say, you got very little done. And then the day ended pretty much like any other - you all packed up your things and started filing out of the office all at the same time. Waiting at the elevator, Gemma snuck you a little smile and a wink, but that was all you could do without tipping off Erc and Andy.

"Well, see you all tomorrow," Sabrina said at the door. We all mumbled back our agreements, and went our separate ways to various nearby public transit - except for Andy, whose parents had gotten him a one-bedroom apartment for the summer right in downtown, just two blocks from the office. Which was yet another appalling detail of his constant lateness.

The bus ride was packed, but you managed to get a seat and immediately started annoying the people around you with your nervous leg bouncing.

It took about thirty minutes of transit and walking to get to your apartment, and when you walked in you found your roommate Mosche was sitting in front of the TV in nothing but his boxers, an open jar of peanut butter balanced on his stomach, a spook hanging from his mouth, and porn on the big screen set to some trap beat.

"Oh, shit!" he said, scrambling to cover the fact that he'd been clearly tenting his boxers while also trying to stop his airplay from his phone. The jar of peanut butter went tumbling away from him and rolled to a stop at your feet.

"Dude, what the fuck!?" you said.

"Why are you home so early? You're not usually home this early," Mosche shouted. He'd gotten a pillow over his crotch but was fumbling with his phone, turning up the music by accident before finally getting it stopped.

"Dude, it's after 5:30, I'm always home at this time. What the fuck? Why are you doing this out here?" At the moment you weren't feeling inclined to mention that you'd jerked off in that same seat last night, but you'd known Mosche wouldn't be back.

Maybe I should stop making assumptions like that, you thought to yourself.

"Oh, fuck, I lost track of time. I was- This chick was talking to me last night about tantric sex stuff, and said I should try it, and I was like 'If I figure it out we should do it together' and she was like 'If you figure it out we can fuck all weekend, literally' and so... that's what I've been doing today?"

You really didn't know what to say to all of that. "Mosche, I- just... I've got someone coming over in thirty minutes, OK? Just get yourself cleaned up. We'll probably be in my room for a bit, but dear god just put some fucking clothes on?"

"Yeah, sure, yeah," Mosche nodded. "Wait, is it a girl?"

You closed your eyes and took in a breath. "Yes, it's a girl."

"Do you think she knows anything about tantric sex? I'm really not figuring this out."

"Watch a fucking youtube video or something, Mosche! I swear, if you bring up tantric sex to Sabrina I will heckle the shit out of you every comedy night you do for the rest of the summer."

Mosche held up his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine! It was just a question."

"Fuck, dude," you said, shaking your head and heading to your room.

You quickly changed out of your work clothes and into some baggy athletic shorts and a t-shirt, then re-thought things and grabbed a fast shower. By the time you were back out and dressed again, it was almost 6pm. You grabbed your phone and realized you'd missed texts from Sabrina.

'OMW. I'm bringing dinner, what do you want?'

'John what do u want to eat?'

'A girl coming to give you blowjob is offering to bring you food as well, and you ignore her?'

'KK, chicken nuggies from McD's it is.'

"Shit," you sighed, and quickly typed. 'Sorry, was in shower. Nuggets are more than fine if you already have them.'

She replied by sending you back a photo, her face scrunched up looking silly next to a bag of McDonald's. In the background it looked like she was in a car.

You took what time you had left to quickly clean your room - aka shoving your dirty laundry into the hamper instead of the floor of your closet, emptying your garbage can (mostly to hide the amount of dirty kleenex in there), and spraying Febreeze liberally over... well, over everything. You were just making your bed when there was a knock out at the door to the apartment.

"I got it," Mosche yelled to you.

"No, I got it!" you said, rushing out.

Mosche was already opening the door, thankfully wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt now, to reveal a big, burly guy stuffed into a delivery driver uniform from a local pizza place. Sabrina leaned from behind him and waved. "Hey, we got here at the same time," she said. "You should have told me you ordered pizza."

"Oh, that's mine," Mosche said. He stepped out into the hall to deal with the delivery guy, and you invited Sabrina in.

"I didn't even know he ordered it," you said. "And believe me, there's probably enough garlic and anchovies on there you probably don't want to be around when he opens the box. Come on."

You led Sabrina around to your room, and she handed you the bag of McDonald's and you sat it on the bed. "Hey," you said, finally breaking into a smile.

"Hey," she said, and came in for a hug. She was wearing a pair of preppy jean booty shorts that hugged her tight body, and a summery tank top that showed the outline of her bra, along with flip flops, and your sunglasses perched on top of her head.

When you separated from the hug, she held your arms and looked you up and down. "Well, at least you smell good, but please tell me this isn't your date outfit?"

"No, god no," you said. "I figured you'd want to start from scratch."

"Very, very true," Sabrina grinned. "How about you break out the nuggies and sauce, and I'll start browsing what we have to work with?" She turned to your closet and immediately began flipping through your shirts.

"Sure, yeah," you said, sitting on the bed.

You'd kind of been expecting the blowjob to come first, but food was good, too.