ALICE Epilogue Part 6

Meri detachedly worries about how this might look to someone walking in. While there’s nothing but tender affection in reality, it looks a little violent. Colby clutches a pillow to her face to muffle her voice because it’s early, and Meri fingerbangs her so ferociously that her wrist is wet almost to the elbow. Flying drops have spotted half the bedspread. She slows down just long enough to drag her fingertips across the g-spot, then hammers Colby again before switching to an up and down motion. Colby’s thighs and belly jiggle fascinatingly.

The burst of liquid at the end is always a surprise, and Meri sometimes feels bad for the hospitality staff after doing this. But the covers aren’t as much of a mess as the wheezing, tearful Colby, whose rapturous orgasmic high makes her whole body red and causes her to breathe like she’s on her deathbed.

It’s amazing to Meri that Colby can get so worked up in the morning. Sex is the last thing on Meri’s mind at this hour; all she can think about is coffee and a shower. Nothing is easy for Colby, but race days are the hardest. Now, there is zero tension in Colby’s body. She’s pudding from head to toe. An elemental being of pure relaxation.

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Colby sounds stressed.

Aki sits up and holds her phone to her ear, frowning in the dim light and doing her best to deal with not only having to function seconds after waking, but also having to hear, understand, and speak English. It’s not as easy as she makes it look.

“Where are you?” Colby demands, sounding close to panic.

Aki is figuring that out for herself; there’s always a moment of grogginess for her in the morning. It’s her hotel room, obviously. And there’s a race today. What time is it? Was an alarm not set?

Aki sighs. In her struggle to stay afloat in an ocean of mediocrity, she has fallen into a trap that she considers beneath her: the common and foolish assumption that someone else will handle something. She has placed her faith in others, not for the first time, unwisely.

“We will get dressed,” she tells Colby, and ends the call. She sets down the phone and gingerly arches her back, then moves her neck and stretches her arms. She’s recovered from what happened at the Shigeno, although all of that made her keenly aware that she is a woman over thirty, not a youth in her prime running around without a care at a quaint but gauche camp in Florida.

She touches Julieta’s shoulder, then gives a firm shake. Nothing less will wake her.

Julieta mumbles something in French. Aki simply grasps the back of Julieta’s chastity belt and gives a sharp tug.

“Oh!” Julieta comes awake with an exclamation in French.

Aki turns and lays her fingertips on Ingrid’s flank, rubbing gently.

“Mmm?” Ingrid replies.

“Time to wake up,” Aki tells her quietly. “We are late.”

“Oh. OK,” Ingrid says, sitting up. She yawns and rubs her eyes.

It’s race day, and they are late for work.