FoA S2 Chapter 10

Fang doesn’t wait for an answer, so you don’t get to be indecisive and worry about Riley. She just saves the thing on the computer and stands up, then kneels in front of you, putting her hands on your knees.

“Come on.” She pats you impatiently.

“Um, OK. Jesus.” You open your jeans, and she helps you pull them over your hips and down enough that she can get at you. With her hands on your waist, she leans into your lap and goes to work on you with her tongue. She’s aggressive enough that it gets to you.

“Oh,” you say. “Oh. Oh. OK. OK.”

She’s not phoning it in with a little licking and stroking. She’s not using her hand at all, just her mouth, and she sucks like she means it. You look down at her glossy hair, bobbing up and down, then at the screen.

You can’t help it. You grab the mouse, breathing hard, and click. The timeline on the video jumps back, and you see Nina’s belly and breasts jiggle as Caroline plants kisses along her inner thighs before diving into her pussy.

You click and they’re fucking. You click again, and Caroline’s spurting hot, white cum all over the blonde’s face. You roll it back a few seconds and watch it again, Caroline’s perfect body shining with sweat as she tenses up.

“Oh, yes,” you gasp, stroking Fang’s hair. Between Caroline’s porn and Fang’s mouth, you are seriously horny. Your worries about life are gone until you’re in Fang’s bed with her bouncing on top of you.

She rides you hard, eyes shut, head back, running her hands through her hair as she slams down on your cock with her top still on. You feel it, but you also see. Fang is the same shape as Riley, the same weight. Riding isn’t enough for her. She slows down, falling forward and looking down at you.

“Fuck me,” she says.

You give it to her the way she wants it: her on her back, you on your knees, thrusting hard and fast. She grabs her headboard, encouraging you. She keeps calling you Prospect, and you keep seeing Riley instead of her.

Five minutes later you’re lying beside her, sweaty and gasping.

“Fuck,” Fang says, a dazed smile on her face. She looks down at her undershirt, which is doubly stained with her load and yours. “Oh, yes.” She rubs her sweaty face with her hand. “I needed that.” She rolls over and reaches for something, comes back with a vape and hits it.

You look down at yourself. You look ridiculous, half-dressed like this. You even still have your vest on. Fang doesn’t care.

“Whoo…” She blows out a puff of vapor. “Maybe I should’ve started fucking Free Gurls sooner,” she gasps. She sits up and pulls off the undershirt, throwing it aside. Totally nude, she flops back down and looks over at you. “You got it too. Stallion mode.”

That makes you smile. “You never let me see this side of you before.”

“You were just a prospect,” she says, tossing her vape in the air, then catching it.

“Shouldn’t you take your prospects for a ride before you bring them in?”

“No,” she says simply, looking at you very directly and honestly. “I don’t think so.”

You don’t know what to say to that. Sometimes you learn things about people bit by bit, and sometimes you just get a bunch thrown in your face. It’s overwhelming, but she’s still watching you.

“Hey,” she says gently, smiling at you. “Do you want to take those off and snuggle?” She touches your vest.

You don’t have a reply to that either. She stares.

“Oh shit,” she says, frowning. “You’re thinking about someone else. I’m sorry.”

“No,” you say, but you aren’t sure what to say next.

“OK, no. I get it. I’ll get dressed. We’ll finish the video,” she says, hopping out of bed and going to her closet. Then her body is hidden by a robe. “I mean, I understand if you have somewhere to be. I can do the video myself. You don’t have to hang out. It’s fine if you want to. I hope you don’t feel like I **** you into that,” she says, holding her robe shut and looking worried.

“No,” you say. “It’s not that. I just have a lot going on. That’s all.” It sounds simple when you say it that way, but it’s not simple.

“OK.” She leaves you there and goes back out to her computer. You hear her clicking the mouse.

You sit on her bed, frozen. Your phone is out there with your jeans, and Riley’s texts are on it. But now you’re thinking about the idea of riding up to CCL house and seeing her. You’d have to shower first. Would she know? Would she sense guilt? Would it matter? After all, the two of you are not official or exclusive, but… you remember how she looked at you this morning when you got dressed, and how she kissed you.

You can’t do it. You can’t face her tonight. You would just be weird and miserable, and that would only make Riley’s life harder.

You shrug out of your vest and climb off the bed, walking out into the apartment and picking up your underwear. You put those on and go back to the desk, taking the seat beside Fang. She’s just finishing. She exports the video and saves it to a flash drive. When it’s finished, she leans forward and pulls the drive out, setting it on the desk with a sigh.

“Hopefully nobody but us ever sees it,” she says, and you nod.

Fang looks over at you guiltily. Then she smiles.

“I’ll go down on you if you stop looking so sad,” she says.

“God,” you reply, rolling your eyes.

“Yup. I’m classy.”

“You had me fooled,” you say.

“Good. I was trying. Come on.” She pats your shoulder and gets up. “You want to watch some TV?”

You smile. “Sure,” you say.

“Rick and Morty’s on. I’ll get the tequila.”