Epilogue

So it turns out that Riley couldn’t call you because she was literally in a press conference with a mic in her hand, and there’s this awkward video clip of her taking out her phone and texting in spite of that… so that makes you feel a little bit bad.

And she said that she didn’t text and call more because she was trying not to be too overbearing. She confessed to you that you are her first girlfriend and she didn’t want to come off as clingy.

And of course you know that there was no way for her to know that you almost died. You didn’t tell her that you were going after a sex goddess statue with Lara, after all.

So… your temper got the best of you.

“Do you want to meet my mom?”

“What?” you ask.

“My mom,” Riley says. “I know we were going to Seattle, but we could do Gurlberg instead.”

Gurlberg is Riley’s hometown in Florida. She makes it sound like a horrible place, but it’s where her mother is.

“OK,” you reply. “Whatever you want.”

“OK, great. I really miss you. Oh, no. Annette’s coming.”

“Love you,” you say.

The call ends and you put the phone down on the bed. And you make sure that the call is actually hung up, because you’re nude and on top of Lara in a sixty-nine in the master bedroom. She considerately stopped licking at your pussy while you took the call, and you stop stroking her cock and take it back into your mouth.

“Beth?” Lara says.

You let it out of your mouth and keep stroking, twisting to look back, but you can’t really see her back there, just her hands on your rear.

“Shut up,” you say, annoyed. “I’ll be good when I go back to the U.S. I promise,” you add, very convincingly.

The End