ALICE Ch 26

“Oh, go on.”

“Huh?” Alice cocks her head.

“Aren’t you gonna…?” Kylie wiggles a finger.

“Oh, you mean get it out? Oh, fuck yeah. I’ll get butt-ass naked.”

“You know how to talk to a girl,” Kylie says dazedly as Alice hurriedly wiggles out of the rest of her clothes and throws them aside. They’re so sweaty that they land with a smack.

“Sorry,” Alice replies breathlessly. “I wasn’t doing that because I didn’t want to be like that. You know, showing people your junk when they don’t want you to. But if you want to see it, I’m down.” She corrects the angle on the iPad and Kylie’s eyes widen.

“Well,” she says, licking her lips.

“What? You’ve seen it before.”

“Not really,” Kylie says.

That’s kind of true. The surreptitious, sort of ironic handies that Kylie has condescended to bestow haven’t been especially erotic, and she’s never like… stared at a naked Alice. Until now.

Alice isn’t complaining. Her skin feels hot and it’s the workout, it’s Kylie’s gaze. She grasps her hard, sensitive cock and it feels like her sensitivity is dialed to eleven.

“That is exciting,” Kylie admits, watching her stroke it slowly.

“Right? We should do this in real life.”

“I’m engaged, remember?”

“But you’re not in love with him. You’re in love with me. Just skip to the part where we’re making sweet love and he’s all salty and sitting in a chair over there, jerking it,” Alice pants, starting to pull a little harder.

Kylie blinks several times.

“Well,” she says after a moment.

“Well?” Alice presses. She’s so hot that there’s precum and it’s making noises as she faps. Kylie’s eyes are locked on that.

“That’s some imagery,” the trainer says, a bit distracted.

Alice comes to her senses.

“Hey,” she says, indignant. Not indignant enough to stop masturbating furiously, but still. “I don’t see boobies yet.”

“S’alright,” Kylie replies distractedly, leaning closer to her device so her face crowds Alice’s screen. Alice sees the telltale movement of Kylie’s shoulder. Kylie is touching herself! Offscreen!

“You minx!”

“Keep going,” Kylie says.

“Grrr.” Alice is feeling too good. Her knees touch and her abdomen clenches. She keeps pulling, watching Kylie’s face. Kylie’s lips are slightly parted and her eyes are a little glassy.

Alice’s penis is her most sensitive erogenous zone. Her imagination is only in second place, but she can picture Kylie’s delicate fingers vigorously working a smooth, taut pussy. She lies back, spreading her legs and lifting her hips off her mat. Hissing through her teeth, she goes over the edge. She arches her back and warm wetness sprays across her belly and chest.

Then she collapses, gasping.

Alice hears a soft grunt and opens her eyes, sitting up, but all she sees is the top of Kylie’s head; she’s leaning forward. Half of Alice’s brain is in her post-jizz haze, and the other half of her is kicking herself. She missed her chance to see the look on Kylie’s face when she cums. And Kylie never did get her top off. Unlucky.