ALICE Ch 39

“Alice, I’ve just been exercising.” Kylie takes a deep breath and wipes her sweaty forehead with her hand. “All I want is a bath.”

“Does your room have one of those?” Alice points at the suite’s bathroom. There’s a jet but in there as big as a king bed.

Kylie twitches. “Probably not. Are you doing class stuff?”

“You keep telling me to be classier.”

“You know that’s not what I mean. I thought we had solidarity.” Kylie looks miffed.

“We do! I mean, what’s that mean? Doesn’t matter. It’s a big tub! Plenty of room for two. Don’t make it complicated.”

Kylie’s nostrils flare. She wants a piece of that tub.

“I’m not having sex with you,” she says stubbornly.

“I won’t ask you to. Cross my heart and hope to die. I mean, I won’t ask today.”

Kylie peers at her suspiciously, then stands up with a groan. “Fine.”

“Yes,” Alice says quietly, doing a restrained victory pump.

“What are you so happy about?” Kylie asks as she peels off her sweaty top.

“I get to see you naked,” Alice replies truthfully as Kylie’s perfect breasts bounce free.

Kylie shakes her head. “An internet full of naked women and you want to bother with me.”

“Yeah,” Alice says, looking straight at her. “I want to see you.”

Kylie has her hands on her waistband. She’s about to push her shorts and underwear down. She freezes momentarily, glaring at Alice, but also blushing. Then she rolls her eyes and pushes them down, stepping out of the damp garments nude. Alice stares unabashedly. The moment is a perfect storm of factors to give her the most erotic view possible. Sweat makes Kylie shine. The workout has dehydrated her, both pumping and giving definition to her toned body. Alice sees the front, then she gets to see the rest as Kylie grumpily strides past to enter the bathroom.

Alice sits there happily. Kylie is so attractive that it is physically painful.

Water’s running. Alice picks herself up, strips hastily, and enters the bathroom.

“You promised no sexual harassment,” Kylie reminds her as she joins the blonde beside the tub, which is filling from about a thousand very fancy jets.

“I promised not to ask you to have sex,” Alice corrects. “But give me a little credit. I can be horny and understand consent at the same time.”

“So American schools are good for something, I guess.”

“Actually, I learned that from Coach Riley.”

“Riley Jameson?”

“Yeah. Her wife, or uh, I guess they weren’t married back then. Anyway, she looked at Riley the way that I look at you.”

“Nice. Nice try.” Kylie stands, naked and self-conscious, watching the tub fill and refusing to look at Alice.

“It’s true. Anyway, we were spying on them…”

“Who’s we?”

“Me and Val. We weren’t friends, it just worked out this way.”

“No, no, no,” Kylie says, climbing into the bath, which is already mostly full. This is the power of a rich person’s tub. It fills so fast. “Tell the story properly.”