AR Returns Ch3

A quick stop at Adella’s place is necessary to clean up. Riley makes an effort: cute underwear and a little dress. Adella stubbornly sticks to her rugged cool-girl clothes and makes a point not to act too excited.

When they arrive at Stef and Jess’s place, Riley finds almost a mirror image in the other couple. Lovely smells come wafting out of the warm home, and Stef is looking tough and gay in her jeans and tank while her wife has gone full noir femme fatale in a sheer robe over black lingerie that could’ve come out of any 90s erotic thriller.

That slices through any awkwardness. Riley cannot help her nature.

“You look so hot,” she gushes as she comes through the door. Stef is pleased by that in a complicated way. Jess is pleased by that in a totally uncomplicated way.

Adella, towering over them all, is unreadable.

“I was promised wine,” she says to Stef, who smirks and goes to get her a glass.

Jess has one ready for Riley, which she hands over.

“Thank you! Thanks for inviting us over.”

“Thanks for coming. Housewives have needs too.”

“You aren’t a housewife. And I think your wife’s bigger than me,” Riley adds with a laugh.

“But you smell better. And you have better hair.” Jess touches it. “It really is just like Mary’s.”

“Is that weird?”

“In a fun way.”

“OK, good.” Riley takes a drink and giggles.

“See something you like?” Stef asks dryly as she hands Adella her wine. Adella quite openly gazes appreciatively at Jess.

“Do you?” she replies.

“Your girlfriend’s ass is making FUTA millions of dollars. Don’t act like you don’t know.”

“In college, we would do this sometimes,” Jess is saying to Riley. She hooks her arm through Riley’s so that they drink together. “They called it a brotherhood shot.”

“Oh, a shot? I’m drinking the whole glass?” It’s a big glass of wine.

“I’m fooling around with younger women, Riley. I’m channeling college vibes. You’re in college. You understand.”

“Oh, gotcha. All righty.” Together, they chug their glasses.

“Worried she’s going to like my dick more than yours?” Stef asks Adella.

“You should worry about your wife. Does she ever look at you that way?” Adella replies.

Stef twitches, noticing the… hungry way that Jess is looking at Riley.

“Let’s have another glass upstairs while they’re comparing dicks,” Jess says, taking Riley’s hand and leading her to the stairs.

“Okey dokey,” Riley says, bright red. She casts a look over her shoulder at Adella. It’s half-elation and half-panic.

Adella stays cool.

They vanish upstairs, leaving Adella with Stef, who looks shocked.

“Something unexpected?” Adella asks Stef.

“She’s having a midlife crisis. That’s what’s happening here,” Stef says, a little defensively.

“Sure.”

Stef blushes, looking up at Adella. “What? What about that is funny?”

Adella smiles and leans in, touching the tip of Stef’s chin with her fingertip.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you dressed like that,” Adella says, indicating the stairs with her eyes.

Stef pulls back, flustered.

“Hands to yourself,” she says. “And hands off my wife.”

Adella smirks. “You as well.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

A moment passes. Stef irritably gulps the last of her wine.

“We need to get up there,” she says, and Adella follows her to the stairs.