*Gabe*
I watched Sabrina take out her aggression on some golf balls as she whacked them down the range, easily clearing my random hits in every direction as they sailed down the range in the one direction I couldn’t make my golf balls go….straight.
The entire time I noticed Sabrina’s form on ALL levels.
I looked down at my phone that was sitting on the table with the food and everything else we had on our table to see I had some unseen texts.
I unlocked my phone to see I had missed some texts from Summer.
*Summer: what are you doing*
*Summer: ???*
*Summer: Gabe?*
I quickly text back.
*Me: Hey*
I watched as Summer quickly replied.
*Summer: fucking finally. What are you doing*
*Me: just hanging with Sabrina at the driving range*
*Summer: why the fuck are you at the driving range???*
*Me: long story short was trying to help Sabrina relax*
*Summer: ok you’ll have to explain later. How much longer will you be at the range?*
I looked up to see Sabrina had roughly 3/4 of her bucket still and my bucket was nearly full as I had only used maybe a dozen.
Using the time frame we had been here and how quickly Sabrina was whacking the balls at such a ferocity my guess was at least a couple of hours.
*Me: a couple of hours at the very least*
*Summer: well I guess you can still have fun. don’t forget we have a party to go to.*
*Me: I remember. I won’t forget.*
*Summer: oh before I forget have you already taken any supplements?*
*Me: yeah. why?*
*Summer: stop taking them. I have something better but you’ll need to take it before we leave.*
*Me: ok I will stop*
*Summer: if you take too long let me know*
*Me: ok*
*Summer: how is she doing?*
I decided to record Sabrina and switched over to the camera app. I hit record and recorded roughly three swings from Sabrina and recorded her distance as the balls launched into the distance.
I attached the video along with *She’s doing a lot better than me*.
Summer must have watched the video and replied back.
*Summer: ok….. at least she looks comfortable*
*Me: yeah that’s what I’m noticing*
Sabrina spoke, “What are you doing?”
I looked up at her, “Oh just recording your swing so I can see how it’s done.”
Sabrina smiled and laughed, “Trust me I’m not that good.”
I looked at her with a smile, “Compared to me you’re a pro.”
She beamed at that.
I looked at her, “How do you feel?”
She looked around at everything with a smile, “Good.”
I looked at her, “Feel relaxed?”
She thought about it for a moment before speaking, “Yes.”
I looked at her, “This is what I’m talking about when I say being relaxed.”
She thought about my meaning before she nodded, “Ok.”
I decided to up the ante as I spoke, “Now you really want to know how it feels to be relaxed?”
She looked at me skeptical but spoke, “Sure.”
I walked up to and leaned down to her head, “You wearing a bra?”
She looked at me offended I would ask that question.
I held up my hand to show her I meant no disrespect, “Relax I’m just asking a question.”
She sighed but nodded.
I smiled, “Take it off.”
She looked at me wide eyed, “I can’t do that.”
She nearly screamed it and looked around to see the closest person who was five stations away didn’t hear her. Even the staff who was sitting at a bar in the middle of the floor didn’t hear her.
I walked back to the table where our stuff is, “Why not?”
Sabrina tensed up and nearly stuttered, “Because….”
I looked at her, “Because why?”
Sabrina blushed but spoke, “Because that isn’t decent.”
I picked up my cup and took a sip of my drink before I spoke, “Because that wouldn’t make you comfortable. Right?”
She nodded.
I spoke, “But don’t you want to get to that level of comfort?”
Sabrina nearly hissed at me, “I don’t want to be comfortable enough to where I feel like a whore.”
I laughed at her word usage but kept my laughter quick, “It’s only whore-ish if you think it is. I can tell you right now if you’re comfortable with someone like what Summer and I have. Like if I were to ask her to do what I just asked you. She wouldn’t hesitate and not only hesitate but also make a show out of it. You know why that is?”
Sabrina quickly spoke, “Because you’ve trained her to be a whore.”
I sighed, “No Sabrina. Because Summer is comfortable with me. She feels safe with me. So when I ask her to lose something. She feels safe that I wouldn’t judge her for what you’re judging the act as.”
Sabrina tried to fire a retort back at me but I cut her off, “Sabrina it shouldn’t be how the outside world sees you or what you and **YOUR** partner are doing. What should matter is being comfortable around someone that the mere mention of doing something for your partner is between you and them.” I wove my hand around the rest of range we were sitting at, “Fuck them. Fuck what they’re thinking.”
Sabrina looked at me and started to think about my statement.
I added, “What’s more important what your partner thinks of you or the world?”
Sabrina blushed but spoke, “My partner.”
I smiled, “Exactly so if I ask you to remove your bra then that’s your choice to either grant my request or deny it. That’s your choice.”
Sabrina looked at me, “So if the roles were reversed if Summer were to ask you to remove your boxers you wouldn’t hesitate?”
I slowly shook my head as I spoke, “Not only would I do it but I’d also up it by doing other things. Want to know why?”
Sabrina looked at me, “Ok.”
I smiled, “Because it’s fun.”
Sabrina quickly spoke, “But what if someone thinks what you two are doing isn’t proper?’
I laughed and spoke clearly for, “Fuck them. I’m not dating them. I’m dating Summer.”
I tried not to think of the fact I had just admitted that I was ‘dating’ Summer. I lightly wondered if I was dating Summer would that mean that I was also dating Kel?
Or was Kel our shared toy?
Mistress? Submissive shared lover?
Eh I shrugged at my own question.
Sabrina blinked at me but spoke, “So if I think that if you and Summer were out here fooling with each other out in the open and I think you two are being little sluts. You wouldn’t care?”
I shook my head, “Nope. Because your opinion doesn’t matter to me. What matters to me is what Summer thinks of us fooling out in the open. If she doesn’t like it or isn’t comfortable then I won’t do it. If we both find it hot then we will continue upping our exposure until we don’t like it.”
Sabrina just looked at me baffled that I admitted to it.
I spoke, “And you know why either of us would do it?”
Sabrina sighed, “Because you two are comfortable.”
I smiled at her asking, in my opinion, the most important question for Sabrina, “So do you want to be comfortable or not?”
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