BR - Cold Feet Part 2

Edna’s house is quite close to Beth’s. It’s made of stone and has an old-timey English cottage vibe. It’s got two floors and three bedrooms, but the rooms seem small compared to what you’re used to. It’s adorable, and has more than enough space for one person. Edna lives well; business must be reasonably good for her florist business.

The property has a tiny garden that’s choked with plants, and the inside of the house is the same way. The place isn’t cluttered with actual belongings, it just feels a bit tight because there are leaves everywhere. It smells good.

“This just seems weird to me,” you say as you follow Beth. She curiously and shamelessly explores the house, making no effort to hide her nosiness.

“She’s a proper pervert,” Beth says.

“What do you mean?”

“She’s getting off on this. Knowing that we’re here, doing this.”

“Knowing that you’re looking through her stuff?”

Beth nods.

The guest bedroom is the only room in the house free of plants. It’s simple and clean, with a beautiful quilt on the bed. The whole point of coming here is to be away from Shauna’s ears, but you aren’t sure how horny you can feel in a stranger’s house like this. The weirdness is in the way.

“It’s a nice room,” you remark to Beth, who’s already moved on down the hall. You catch up with her. This is Edna’s room. It’s more lived-in than that guest room, which doesn’t seem to be used much. Photos hang on the walls and the bed is unmade. Her sheets are dark green. She has a lot of books.

Without hesitation, Beth looks through her drawers.

“Seriously?” you say.

“She wants us to.” Beth stands up, frowning. “Peculiar,” she murmurs.

“What?”

“I thought she’d have a dragon’s hoard of dildoes. But she hasn’t got any.”

“That is so not our business,” you say. “We shouldn’t even be in here.”

“Don’t be stupid. Course we are. You’re going to fuck me in that bed,” Beth says.

“Why in her bed? Hey!” you cry out as Beth steps behind you, reaching around your body to grab your boobs. You giggle as she squeezes them and kisses your neck. “What is with you?”

“She’s right. That’s what,” she purrs.

“Huh?” She’s got you in front of Edna’s dresser, so you’re looking at your reflection as Beth massages your breasts through your dress.

“She’s right. Every man who watches FUTA does want to fuck you, Riley.”

You take that in. “Is that like a turn-on for you?” you ask, startled.

“Mmhmm.” Beth has to get on her toes to nibble your earlobe. You want to laugh, but the feelings in your body aren’t letting you.