ALICE Ch 185

In Miami…

Meri’s feelings about FUTA are complicated. It’s sensitive to talk about and no one ever brings it up sober, but the fact that there’s a whole mass media company dedicated to glorifying girls with penises and being fairly unsubtle about presenting them as superior can be complicated for an ordinary gay woman.

It’s not like Meri doesn’t see the appeal. She’s thirsted for Adella Salazar and touched herself watching deepfake videos of Riley Jameson.

But then there’s Colby being weird, joking about ‘Amazons’ and the fact that she’s working close to someone like Alice Wilde when Meri can’t look at her phone without seeing a Diorgasm ad showing Alice Wilde’s mouthwatering bulge.

Keys and coins rattle as Meri bumps against the sideboard just inside the door of her apartment. She even thinks of it as hers instead of theirs because Colby’s never there.

All of those thoughts and images that go with FUTA and Diorgasm are nothing next to actually feeling it, and she can feel it. She kisses Erica back, returning the embrace. With their bodies pressed together tightly, it’s noticeable between her legs. Thoughts and feelings go running in all directions in Meri’s drunken brain, but she’s hyperaware of how hot her body is. Not because Erica’s so hot or even her type; she’s not. But nothing is more of a turn-on than someone actually listening and validating. Although not getting laid for months might have something to do with it.

Erica tastes like gin and tonic. She’s warm and lusty, although not as soft and squeezable as Colby. Thoughts of Colby make Meri stop.

She pulls back, a little breathless.

Erica’s red-faced and hiding nothing. She was flirty, not pushy. All she did was ask if Meri wanted to be alone tonight. Well, that and she looked at Meri in a way that no one’s looked at her in some time.

Erica’s about to say something. Probably something decent and sensible. Maybe she’s going to give Meri permission to have second thoughts. Meri doesn’t want to hear that. She grabs Erica’s hand and leads her firmly.

She hasn’t been expecting company; the apartment is not ready for guests. It’s a nice enough space, but living downtown in Miami is expensive. She is an insider, not a bigshot. Cozy is a better word than cramped for this one-bedroom unit, which is full of Colby’s nerdy stuff. Meri has quietly gotten rid of a lot of her own belongings; she’s less attached to things than Colby is, and they only have so much space. Two rows of anime figures and a shelf of plush toys look down on the bed.

Meri lets go of Erica’s hand and sits, looking up at her a little defiantly. Luckily, Erica is nothing if not considerate. She knows this is complicated for Meri, and she also knows one way to make it simpler.

For all her steely cool, Meri looks almost nervous. She licks her lips as Erica unbuttons her shorts.