ALICE Ch 89

There are layers of mental resistance despite everything. Alcohol is the main one. The other is that while Alice can do things like appreciating the view a moment ago, it’s never even occurred to her to look at Faye that way. She frowns, genuinely startled, blinking several times as she peers down at her teammate. Alcohol has a way of making Alice flexible and even more willing than usual to drastically underestimate the probability of disaster.

“Are you coming onto me?” she asks.

Faye blushes hotter and looks away.

“Oh, I get it. No toys and you’re reading these horny comic books. I don’t know if I can sub in for your collection. Big shoes to fill,” Alice says, but she’s not really trying to tease. Even if she wasn’t so blueballed by thoughts of Erica, it’s not as though it’s ever especially difficult to talk her into getting frisky.

Flustered, Faye looks up at her.

“That’s…” she begins, and Alice kisses her. “Mmm.”

Faye is hesitant for about three seconds, and then she’s like jelly. Alice’s hands instinctively go to work, finding Faye soft, warm, and ticklish under that big tee. Her chest can’t compete with Glynda’s, but she still has bigger boobs than Alice, and they seem bigger still on her small frame. The shirt has to go. Plump, tall nipples harden noticeably under Alice’s caress, and having her breasts played with and sucked causes a lot of gasping and squirming.

Faye could teach a doctoral-level course in grooming and hygiene; Alice has never encountered smoother, cleaner nether regions. The softness of Faye’s thighs is especially nice when they’re squeezing her head as she hungrily devours Faye’s pussy. Alice is too drunk to have any technique, and that doesn’t seem to bother Faye. Tears sparkle in the redhead’s eyes as she holds both hands firmly over her mouth when Alice’s tongue threatens to bring her off. Her back keeps arching and her thighs squeeze tighter.

Faye was so careful with these comics a few minutes ago, but when she’s on her back with Alice inside her, she doesn’t even notice them. Her foot kicks several off the bed as she reaches back vainly for the headboard.

The sober fraction of Alice’s mind reflects that soft and tender would be best here, but all she can manage in the state she’s in is urgent but not rough. From the way that Faye clutches at her desperately with fingers and her vagina, she is down with that.

Alice does have her pride, though. She slows down to make absolutely sure that she doesn’t finish too quickly, glancing downward. Faye’s cock is hard, bouncing a little with each thrust. The penis is perfectly proportioned to Faye’s small stature, but that makes it objectively small and on the slender side. It’s cute. Alice keeps that to herself.