Blended Ch 36

“Thanks for not being a jerk about this,” Riley says after a while.

“Moi? A jerk? Never,” Piper says, getting to her feet. “But I’m not watching these bullshit cartoons. Put that gay HBO hockey show on. I heard it’s good.”

Riley yawns. “OK. Where you going?”

“I’m changing.”

Piper can pretend that she hasn’t made up her mind about what to do, but she has. Riley needs a push, and it doesn’t seem like anyone else is going to give it to her. Piper stops in the hallway and gives the thermostat a twist downward.

Upstairs, she strips, sprays on some body mist, and then puts on snug panties and an undershirt. Skin, explicit bulge, pokey nipples, bare legs—it’s a full court press. In horse racing, it’s what people call a sure thing. Piper has Riley’s full attention when she returns to the sofa with LaCroix and M&Ms. Riley doesn’t like to drink or smoke, so Piper is playing on hard mode. Or maybe not. Riley’s discomfort is suddenly at an eleven, and it’s not because she doesn’t like what she sees.

Piper sits crosslegged beside her. The hockey show is heavier than is ideal, but it’s also mercilessly horny and the dudes in it are hot.

“You really didn’t want to take Meghan for a ride?” Piper asks after a while.

“It’s not all I think about,” Riley mutters, shivering. The AC is a good wingman.

Piper takes the throw off the back of the sofa and cozies up to her, covering them with it. Riley seems startled by the sudden closeness. Piper makes sure that Riley feels plenty of boobage against her left arm. “I didn’t say it was. But I was thinking it, and I’m not even the one she was flirting with.”

“Yeah, I wanted to. I still want to. But she’s a Trenton, so what happens in the morning? You know? I just—ew.” Riley groans. That’s what she says, but she is locked in with this steamy TV show because she’s trying not to think about Piper’s body.

“Just clarify for me, like for my own curiosity,” Piper says, leaning in and smooshing ruthlessly. “Were you nervous about being with her, or were you nervous about being the hole?”

Riley gasps. “Don’t say that!”

“It’s a legitimate question. You know I’m on the bottom like three times out of four with Ines, right?”

Riley blushes bright red instantly. “Oh my gosh. Don’t tell me stuff like that.”

“It’s just how it works out. Not my usual. My ex doesn’t have a dick. You think Meghan’s bigger than you?”

“I don’t know! Wait a minute. Did I repress this—did you—did you say that you made out with Kayla?”

“Yeah, but just to win the contest,” Piper says. “You should hug her more often. She’s very soft.”

“Oh my god! What is up with you?”

“I’m cold, I’m mad at Ines, I’m mad at myself, and you’re eating my ice cream.”

“Oh. Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t think about that,” Riley says, looking guilty. “There’s a couple bites left.”

“Gimme,” Piper says, reaching for it. She slips, and her hand comes down on Riley’s lap. Riley gasps and drops the ice cream. She’s only two-thirds hard from Piper’s clinging and steamy HBO sex scenes, but that’s still a tent under the blanket.

“Oh,” Piper says, feigning surprise. “What’s going on down here?”