A Christmas Futa Ch 5

Riley sits behind the wheel of her car in the lot outside the clinic, rubbing her chin. On the passenger seat is the report from the doctor. She supposes that she should be glad that this could get done before the holiday, but it’s just one more thing between her and Ingrid. She checks the time. Dinner at eight, huh? She has a little while. Riley’s anxiety is bad enough even when there’s nothing going on. There’s time to check on Mom and Kayla.

She has to GPS the location of the bar where Gurlberg’s odd little biker gang hangs out, selling weed and sex toys. The place looks much the same as it did when Riley was a kid, although the Christmas lights are a nice touch. Mariah Carey’s Christmas album blares inside, and the little gravel lot is full. Riley has to join all the other cars at the side of the road.

Shivering, she stuffs her keys into her pocket and heads inside. She never had the guts to visit this place before camp and everything else. Now she’s a married woman.

On a normal night, this place is just a gay bar with a little light contraband. Tonight, Riley sees plenty of women whom she knows to be straight. It’s a little sad that a party hosted by a gang is safer than some of the alternatives.

She spots her mother right away; she’s at the bar with a drink in her hand, talking to another woman around her age. It’s Carla, one of Mom’s friends from back in the day. They look cozy. Very cozy. Riley stares as women move all around her and the music deafens her. Wait, was Mom high today? Is that why she’s so chill? Who drove? Kayla’s not old enough to drink. Is she the DD? Mom never did anything like this with Riley. Those thoughts come in a confusing, jumbled cascade. Riley shakes her head and catches a glimpse of Kayla.

Like Mom, Kayla wears her sexy little Santa top and hat with black leggings.

And like Mom, she’s talking to someone. A pretty, aggressively cool-looking Asian girl with short hair and a lot of confidence. Her hand is on Kayla’s waist. They’re looking cozy too. Since when is Kayla cozy with girls? As Riley watches, the girl’s hand moves. They get cozier, and the girl’s fingers tug and bunch, discreetly hiking up the back of Kayla’s top. Kayla has leggings on, so it’s not like she’s flashing anyone, but Riley still bristles as this girl’s hand rests comfortably and somewhat possessively on Kayla’s rear end.

Riley’s seen enough. She wanted answers, and she has them. Her mother and her sister had plans for Christmas Eve. Reasonable plans. That’s not what bothers Riley; they agreed on their holiday plans weeks ago. The plans are fine. But partying with the Free Gurls and keeping it a secret? Riley kind of gets it, but still. Keeping it a secret from her of all people?

Riley pushes her way back to the door and heads out. She climbs behind the wheel and starts the car, irritably jabbing the button for the heated seats. She can’t be connected to her life and confident, but she can have a warm butt. She checks her mirrors and pulls out, her headlights showing her the tangled swamp that she used to hate, but now has more complicated feelings for.

Back on the road, she checks the time. Now she’s running a little late, but she’s well within the strike zone for dinner. Maybe she and Ingrid should have a talk, but on Christmas Eve? Riley feels like a shitty wife, but trying to have this talk on Christmas Eve when Ingrid has just worked really hard on dinner… that’s something an even shittier wife would do. It’ll have to wait. Riley’s going to enjoy Ingrid’s surprise, whatever it is, and deal with her inadequacy later.

She sees red off to her right.

Frowning, Riley slows down, then comes to a stop in the road. Are those taillights out there?

Lights appear behind her and her seatbelt digs into her chest as her car is hit from behind. It’s not a big hit, but it’s still enough to hurt. Dazed, she shakes her head and blinks, seeing her pastry box, which is now on the floor of the passenger side. It’s still closed, but the cookies inside are a crumbled mess.

“Oh!” she shouts as her airbag punches her in the face, knocking her skull into the headrest.