FoA S2 Chapter 5

Rubbing, bumping, bopping, sliding, almost kicking… those are the words that describe what the three girls do with their bare feet.

You stare bemusedly at Caroline, who holds your gaze as though this is a staring contest. The camera is pointed right at the action, so all the viewers see are all these lubed-up feet clumsily toying with your dicks.

It feels good, but it’s not very focused or intense. You aren’t sure you could get off from this, but that’s not the point. This show is about feet and toes, not cumshots. You and Caroline probably could’ve kept your tops on for this, but then you wouldn’t have gotten to see her boobs. You could almost try to have a conversation, but the giggling from the three CCL girls would drown it out.

Caroline lifts one toe and prods your erect nipple.

“Stop it,” you chide her.

She gives you a look.

Your phone lies on top of your clothes a few feet away. The screen lights up. You reach out and grab it, checking to see who’s calling you. It’s Riley. You no longer notice the slippery toes tickling your shaft.

“I have to get this,” you say, pulling away.

Caroline looks startled. “Oh no,” she says unconvincingly. “Don’t leave me here with these three horny white girls. Anything but that.”

“I’ll be back,” you say distractedly, getting dressed and carrying your phone out of the room and into the hallway. Once the door is closed, you call Riley back.

“Hi,” she says nervously.

“Hi,” you reply. You can hear some faint clinking in the background, like dishes. Riley’s here. She’s in the kitchen.

“Can we talk?” she asks.

“Of course.” You make your way down the hall and descend to the first floor. Your erection isn’t completely gone, but your jeans do a good job of containing it. “You want to do it in person?” you ask, approaching the kitchen. Several girls are in there. Riley has a bowl of cereal in her hand and her phone in the other. She almost drops her cereal when she sees you. She wears flip-flops, gym shorts, and a T-shirt with a duck on it.

You put your phone in your pocket and walk up to her. Riley’s eyes are wide.

“Did you come here to see me?” she asks, startled.

You are not going to lie to her. “No,” you say. “I’m sorry. The club has a deal with CCL. I’m here for… business.” It sounds weird to say.

“Oh.”

“What did you want to talk about?”

Riley smiles, looking panicked. A couple of the other girls are watching her. She puts her bowl on the counter and takes your hand, pulling you out into the foyer, then out the front door. She closes it, shutting out the noise of the house.

It’s warm and dark out here. And quiet.

Riley lets go of your hand. “I wanted to apologize,” she says.

“You don’t have to.”

“No, but…” She sighs, rolling her eyes. “Look, I know that we’re different in a lot of ways.”

You lean against the door, keeping quiet so she can go on.

“Adella, I like being with you,” she says, twisting her hands together like she’s not sure what to do with them. She points toward the road with her eyes. “I just don’t know how out there. But it’s different here. It’s safe here.” She glances at the house. “Do you know what I’m trying to say?”

“That I can’t be your girlfriend. But I can be your side dish here,” you reply. “Because what happens at CCL house stays at CCL house?”

She stamps her foot angrily. “No! That’s not it.”

Your expression softens. You do understand, even if you are being difficult.

“I had to blow a stranger for my initiation,” she goes on, looking away. “I can’t be the perfect girlfriend.”

“You are perfect. And you don’t even want to know the things that I’ve had to do,” you reply.

She scowls at you. “I don’t know if we can date. I want to, but I don’t know.” She looks up at you. “And I don’t think you do either. But we can hang out, right?”

“I’d like that,” you say.

“Do you want to watch Riverdale? Because that’s what we’re watching,” she says, indicating the house with her eyes. “And cereal.”

You laugh. “OK.”

Riley was nervous and almost standoffish outside, but back in the house, on a sofa in the dark TV room, she’s different. Seven or eight other girls are here, some texting, some actually watching. You barely sit down beside Riley before she’s snuggling with you. She keeps her eyes on the screen, but she’s all but clinging to you. You can tell now how overwhelmed she must be.

You’re a little overwhelmed yourself with her slim, firm, flexible body so close to yours. She’s not even trying to be sexy or seductive, but it’s still a lot. She periodically glances up at you, then back at the screen, squeezing you. You slip your arm around her.

You spend all your time thinking about how complicated it is to be you, juggling the club and other things, but what about her? Her life can’t be simple. You aren’t going back to the room upstairs where Caroline is; she’ll have to manage without you. Something tells you she can do that, and that she’s going to have a good night. If anyone can satisfy three CCL girls, it’s Caroline. You hope that doesn’t happen in the room next door to Riley’s, or she’s not going to get much sleep. Or maybe she won’t anyway. She’s looking at you again, and you lean down to give her a soft, lingering kiss. She tastes like sugar, milk, and cinnamon from her cereal.

She snuggles closer, offering her lips again, and you give her another, longer one.

She smiles in the flickering light of the TV, blushing.

“This is usually when your phone goes off,” she whispers.

“Not tonight,” you promise her, stroking her cheek.

But then your phone vibrates in your pocket. Riley claps her hands over her mouth, trying to stifle her laugh. It’s just her. She’s called you to prank you. That must be it. You wiggle the phone out of your jean pocket and look at the screen. It’s not Riley.

It’s Stef.