ALICE Ch 106

Faye has come through. This new comic isn’t porn, but it’s great. It’s telling a normal crime story, but with every possible contrivance to allow for nudity. It’s a little over the top, but still playing it straight… Alice has a big smile on her face as she turns the pages. This is great. She hardly notices when Faye puts her own comics aside and gets off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom.

She returns no longer smelling like ice cream. Now she smells like toothpaste and deodorant, Alice notices detachedly as she snorts, grinning as she turns a page. It looks like the climactic fight in this issue will be in a strip club. Perfection. As she closes that comic and is about to eagerly reach for another one, she notices how Faye is cozily beside her, watching her expectantly.

Alice grins. “This is amazing.”

“I’m glad,” Faye says, weirdly.

And then it clicks. Faye has brushed. She wants to be kissed.

“Oh my god.” Alice turns toward her, trying not to laugh. “This was a booty call?”

Faye looks puzzled and a little alarmed. She doesn’t seem to know what to say.

“You’re trying to get laid?”

Faye reddens.

“Oh my god.” Alice shakes her head. Maybe it’s on her for not paying attention. Great. Well, it’s not as though she can blame Faye for wanting to blow off steam before a race. “You are too cute, Faye. You don’t have to pretend to read comics. You can just send me some nudes. Or some eggplant emojis. You know?”

“Er,” Faye says.

“OK,” Alice goes on, cutting off whatever the Irish girl was about to say. “I didn’t get to brush, though. Just saying.”

Faye stiffens for a moment, then immediately softens when Alice kisses her. From the speed that Faye revs up, it’s obvious that this is what she wanted from the beginning. Alice is OK with that; there are worse things than having a soft, eager, Formula One driver in her lap. Faye’s big on hunger and passion, not so much on technique. That’s OK. The kissing is hot and heavy, but it isn’t enough. Faye’s shifting around on Alice’s lap and she must have a situation of her own in those shorts.

Without warning, Faye breaks the kiss and stares. Alice isn’t sure what to do with the eye contact; she’s enjoying Faye’s warm weight and softness, but there’s frustration too.

“Could…” Faye asks, trailing off.

“What?” Alice is a little impatient.

“Er.” As she says it, Faye rises up on her knees a little. Always helpful, Alice slips her hands into the waist of Faye’s shorts and panties, sliding them over her plump rear. Faye awkwardly and hurriedly finishes getting them off and tosses them aside. On her knees, bottomless, she licks her lips. Precum falls from her fat cock onto the tent in Alice’s shorts.

“Could,” she says again, face bright red, staring into Alice’s eyes. “Could you be a little rougher?”