You only needed to backtrack once, realizing you'd made a wrong turn, and the night remained warm even though the sun was nearly gone - though it had disappeared behind the buildings of the city before then. You and Gemma laughed and bantered, and you managed to only mention Sabrina once while talking about the silly things from the office.
Gemma was enjoying being an intern in a US law firm. She'd wanted to be a lawyer since she was a kid and watched A Few Good Men.
"So it was 'I want the truth!'?" you asked as you walked down the street, doing your best Tom Cruise impersonation.
"You can't handle the truth!" Gemma responded, doing her Jack Nicholson and then chuckling. "Yes, definitely. Then I watched every Lawyer movie I could. Rainmaker, My Cousin Vinny, Philadelphia - pretty much anything from the '90s."
"Not Legally Blonde?" you asked.
She actually turned and punched you in the arm, hard.
"Ow!" you said.
"That movie actually made me cry, I hated it so much," she said and sighed roughly. "Seriously. Everyone in high school called me 'Legally Blonde' when they found out I wanted to be a lawyer, and I fucking hated it. I almost went to school for journalism instead."
"OK, but would you rather they called you Vinny?" you asked.
"Yes," Gemma chuckled. "At least then it would be a good story for a nickname."
You could see the park ahead, the lights bright in the evening air as a festival-like atmosphere was lit up by the dozen or so food trucks. "Well, Vinny, I'm sure you've heard this while you've been here, but-"
"If you're about to say you love my accent, I'm going to punch you again," Gemma smirked. "It's a line every guy uses when he's trying to pick me up."
"-but I think you would have made an excellent journalist," you finished, quickly pivoting what you were going to say.
Gemma narrowed her eyes at you. "Well played."
In the park, you browsed the various food trucks, arm in arm, until Gemma settled on an artisanal taco truck. You chatted in line, and ordered a 6-pack bundle of various tacos to try together, and once you'd gotten your food you went and found a bench to sit on. You snagged it as another couple were just leaving, and you noticed the guy eyeing Gemma. His date wasn't bad looking either, but Gemma was- well, she was Gemma.
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The tacos were made with hard shells made of purple tortillas but had white soft-shell tortillas around them, and each one had either a different meat or vegan protein and accompanying toppings.
"Mmm, I'm starting with this one," Gemma said, immediately taking the standard ground beef taco and crunching into it, trying to catch the spillage in her other hand. "Mmmmm- fuh dis i' goo'!" she groaned.
You picked up the next one in a line, a chicken taco with a spicy kick coming off of it, but Gemma put her hand on yours to stop you. "Mm-mm, I wan' tha' one 'oo," she said, still chewing.
"Wait, wait," you said. "Are you trying to claim the meat ones and make me eat the vegan ones?"
Gemma swallowed and got a mischievous look on her face. "Maybe," she said.
"Why didn't I just order more meat ones then?" you asked.
"Because I want you to tell me what the vegan ones taste like?" Gemma said, giving you a wincing smile.
"Well, I want the second half of that beef one," you said. "And then you have to eat the second half of a vegan one I think is best."
"Deal," she nodded, and she took another bite of the beef taco before holding it out for you to bite. You did, letting her feed you as you both giggled, and as you were enjoying the warm rush of the food in your mouth she popped the last of it in her mouth.
"Hey!" you said, and she giggled into her hand, trying not to spit out taco.
You both ate, playfully bantering, and you ended up getting her to try the 'Jamaican jackfruit' taco, which had a sort of jerk chicken taste. She tried it gamely but didn't like it. To be fair, you didn't much either. It turned out you were both very much carnivores.
As you were polishing off your last taco (black beans and avocado) and she was hers (shrimp), Gemma put her hand on your thigh and leaned back against you, resting her head on your shoulder comfortably. "This has been a good date, John," she said.
"I couldn't agree more," you said.
"But that means I need to tell you something," she said, "And I don't know what you'll think."
"Are you currently pregnant with Andy's baby?" you asked.
She barked a laugh. "God, no."
"Eric's?"
"Eww, definitely not. I'd rather Andy over Eric."
You laughed and felt her laughing with you. "So just say it," you said. "I doubt it's as big a deal as you think."
Gemma reached back and pulled your arms around her so you were hugging her from behind. "Well, to be clear, we're not having sex tonight," she said.
"That's it? I already figured that, it's-"
"That's not it," she said. "See, I'm... excited to do things with you. But I grew up in a pretty religious family, and even though I'm not like a virgin or anything, I kind of developed a coping mechanism with my Ex, and even after we broke up I've stuck to it."
You stayed quiet, letting her take a breath. Gemma was clearly hedging on whether she wanted to tell you this or not. You just leaned down and kissed the top of her head lightly, letting her know to take her time.
She took in a breath and sighed. "OK, so my family might as well be a rabbit colony - I have sixteen aunts and uncles across both sides, and over fifty cousins, and twenty-four nieces and nephews at this point and I'm in like, the older half of my generation. And I am fucking terrified of ruining my chances at a career by getting pregnant, and because my family doesn't agree with abortion and I agree with them. So I've only ever done actual penetration with my Ex, and all my other... escapades we just do oral and anal. So if we do get to sex, it's gonna be anal. And I know that's fucking weird and you might not be into it or whatever, and I wouldn't blame you cause I mean it kinda makes me a freak and-"
You squeezed her. "Stop," you said, and she stopped rambling.
Then you took her hand and put it on your thigh, where your cock was rock hard and straining against your pants.
"When we're ready," you said. "I would be very happy to fuck you any way you want. Especially that delectable booty."
She turned her head back and kissed you, her hand still on your thigh and tenting dick. "Good answer," she said.
"Tell me this, though," you said. "And I feel like it's a fair question considering earlier. Was that a test?"
Gemma quirked her mouth into a playful smirk. "I guess you'll need to find out."