FoA Chapter 19

Mary is cool. She’s cool enough to throw your clothes on before running off to deal with whatever just happened. You hope she puts on a robe on so that witness doesn’t see the cum dribbling down her thighs.

Was that Riley? You try not to think about that as you pull your clothes on in the bushes down beside the house. If it was, what did she see? Your naked body on top of her mom, for sure… but it was from behind, right? You were pretty exposed. She saw you cum, like every detail. The muscles of your sweaty back, your legs clenching, probably your asshole twitching… that’s your imagination for you, always going there.

But could she tell it was you? Could she recognize you from that? She couldn’t have seen your face, right?

You make it home, and all you know is that the next day you wake up feeling limp, like you’re made out of liquid. Birds are singing outside, and you can hear traffic. The window is open, and it’s going to be another warm day in Gurlberg.

You come to your senses and sit up, checking your phone. No new texts.

You jump out of bed, shower, and get dressed, rushing to the window to look down at the street and at the coffee shop on the other side. You dry your hair and head downstairs. You aren’t quite looking as good as you would want to, but you don’t have much choice.

It’s such a feeling of certainty that Riley isn’t going to show up this morning, but she does! You watch her walk into the coffee shop, and trying not to feel like a stalker, you hurry across the street and go in after her. You join her in line, and she jolts when she notices you.

“Oh,” she says, blushing. “Hi.”

This is so intense. You search her face for any sign that she recognized you last night.

It doesn’t look like it. You were right! She seems uncomfortable, but if she literally knew that it was you last night, jizzing your brains out inside her mother, she would be acting way differently.

You are so relieved. You also have regrets. You shouldn’t have done that.

But you can fix it. You can, uh… be smarter now.

“Hi,” you reply. “You OK?” She seems bothered, probably because she saw an unknown woman in bed with her mom. You can’t blame her for that.

She gives you this weird look that you aren’t sure what to think about, but then she just sighs and looks uncertain.

“Can I buy you some coffee?” you offer.

For a second she looks like she wants to cry. “OK.”

Then you notice how much makeup she’s wearing. You are starting to understand what’s going on here.

A couple of minutes later you’re outside the crowded café. Across the street, your bike sits looking amazing. Beside you, Riley looks incredibly cute as she munches a muffin and tries to decide what to say.

She must have gotten really drunk at her initiation last night. She’s badly hungover, hence the makeup. She probably doesn’t even remember seeing anything. She just had a crazy night, and she’s a good girl, so she feels weird about it.

“You know about CCL, right?” she asks you, lowering her voice like it’s some kind of secret.

“I do,” you say. “The club talks to them sometimes.”

“Really? I um, I did my initiation with them last night,” Riley admits.

“Really? Sweet,” you say.

She looks surprised. “You think so?”

“Yeah. CCL is cool as hell, right?”

She smiles. “Kind of.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I mean, they do some pretty wild stuff.”

“Riley, I’m in a biker gang. I think wild stuff is cool,” you assure her.

“You don’t think it’s slutty or gross?”

“There’s nothing wrong with having some fun,” you say.

She looks relieved. She gets up on her toes to whisper in your ear. “My initiation was sucking off a girl.” She looks at you for your reaction.

“Was it fun?”

She hesitates. “Kind of. She came really fast.”

“Because you’re cute, probably.”

She blushes and laughs. “I don’t think so. I was blindfolded. She couldn’t see me.”

Uh… you could see her pretty clearly. And she was very cute.

“You must be talented,” you say.

That makes her laugh harder. “Maybe…”

“CCL is definitely cool,” you tell her. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks.” She looks really happy to hear that.

“You want to sit down?” you ask.

“Where?” she asks. The café is crowded, and the outdoor tables are all taken.

“Here,” you say, leading her across the street to your bike. There’s enough room on the seat to perch, side by side. She sits beside you, close enough that you can feel the warmth of her body. You both sip your coffee and watch the occasional car go by. There’s not much traffic on your street, but plenty of people go to that coffee shop.

“The neat thing about joining CCL is that I can move out of the house,” Riley confides in you. “CCL has its own place outside the city.” She pauses, making another face. “It’s outside town, so it’s OK to like girls there,” she adds, giving you another of those uncertain looks.

“I’m a Free Gurl, remember? I love girls,” you tell her with a shrug.

She blushes again. “Right. I’m moving in with them in a couple of days. Everybody lives there.”

“That sounds like a party.”

“I wish I could remember,” she says, touching her head and taking another big gulp of coffee. “I remember the… test, but the rest? I think I had some beer. Like, a lot.”

It probably doesn’t take much for Riley.

“I know how that is,” you say.

“You’re really cool about all this,” she says, looking you up and down.

“You’re cool about me being in a gang,” you add.

“But you just sell like vibes and stuff, right?” she asks, giggling. “That’s not really crime, is it?”

“We do hardcore stuff too,” you say.

She snorts. “Sure you do.”

Uhh… well, OK.

“So do you have to do sorority stuff tonight?” you ask her.

“I’m in the sisterhood now,” Riley announces proudly. “I can do whatever I want. As long as I pay my dues.”

“So you could come get something to eat with me?” you ask.

“I could,” she says. “I’d like that. But, um, I have to get to class now.”

“Right,” you say.

“Text me?”

“I will,” you promise.

You mean it. As much as you have looked forward to becoming a full member of the Free Gurls, tonight you’re glad to be the prospect. They will leave you out of the big job. So while they’re committing felonies, you’ll be having dinner with a cute, red-haired, soccer-playing CCL girl.

After Riley heads to the university, you go back to your apartment and clean it up. It’s not like you think for sure you’ll be bringing her home tonight, but it’s possible, so you don’t want her seeing a mess. Your place isn’t that great even when it’s clean, so you need to make an effort here. You do laundry, tidy it, and pick out an outfit.

It’s such a weird feeling to have these plans. Why does a normal date feel weird to you?