FoA S2 Chapter 7

Outside the clubhouse, you sit on your bike in the summer night. A few weeks ago, being given a job like this would have been more exciting than scary. You aren’t scared, exactly. You just aren’t that interested. But there was a time when all you cared about was Free Gurls. The feeling forces you to ask yourself: if you aren’t interested in what should be a fun caper at Goldfinger, then what are you interested in?

You know the answer. You rev up your bike and ride out of town, your yellow headlight shooting out through the humid air. A few minutes later you’re leaving your bike by the side of the road and hurrying up the long drive to CCL house. It’s late now, and the big house is dark. You don’t want to wake anyone up with the noisy engine.

You head around to the back, texting Riley.

You stand there, looking up at the house in the moonlight. You wave your arms.

After a moment, a window opens and a bleary Riley peers down at you.

“Hi,” she says.

“Can I come up?” you ask.

She stares, still waking up, but a few moments later she’s helping you clamber through her window. CCL house is not very difficult to climb.

Her lamp is on. She had a modest, little room that does not seem very lived-in. She hasn’t been here for long. A jersey is draped over the chair at the desk, and she has a laptop and some textbooks. That’s about it. You obviously got her out of bed.

She’s awake now and trying not to laugh, but also self-conscious. She’s wearing a T-shirt and… probably some underwear under it. Her hair is a mess from sleeping.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, clasping her hands as though she doesn’t know what to do with them.

“The club wants me to do something crazy,” you confess.

“I don’t think I can help,” she says, looking apologetic.

“I’m not asking for help. I just wanted to see you,” you say.

“Oh.”

There’s an awkward moment. You both stand there. Then she gives you a look and nervously fidgets with her T-shirt before stepping forward. She looks up at you, placing her hands on your waist. Then she stands on her toes. She’s soft and hesitant, but it’s hard to focus on the kiss when she presses her body against yours. Of course she’s warm and perfect, but it’s what you feel down there. This time she’s not wearing jeans or an outfit to contain it. As you kiss her lips, you can feel her penis getting hard up against you. And she’s not trying to hide it.

You kiss her deeper, running your hands down her back. You like all of her, but you aren’t too proud to admit that it’s her legs and rear end that you have fantasized about. She’s firm and smooth, stiffening in your arms when you lift her shirt enough to find that she’s not wearing anything underneath. You squeeze her bottom with your hands. She breaks the kiss with a gasp, and you can feel all of her. You squeeze her tighter and she reacts to your body pressing against her erection. She’s so sensitive.

The bed is behind her. You press her down gently, and she lies back, blushing but eager. You pull up her shirt. Her cock is bigger than you thought, with a fat vein on the underside and a heavy bead of precum resting on the tip as it lies against her taut belly.

You kiss her hard, wrapping your fingers around her shaft and pulling. Her transition from quietly horny to **** is instantaneous. She throws her arms around your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss and wiggling her body, spreading her legs as you stroke her.

She grabs the sheets, letting you up, and you look into her eyes as you keep going. Her chest rises and falls with her big breaths, and her toes curl in the rumpled covers. She claps her hand over her mouth, and you remember that people are sleeping.

Her eyes squeeze shut and her hips rise off the bed. Her cock throbs in your hand, and she explodes all over her T-shirt. It’s a hot, sticky, generous load that takes three hard contractions to get out. She collapses.

“Hah…” she moans. It’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. You’re still gently squeezing her softening cock. You let go, cum sparkling on your hand.

She opens her eyes, still panting. She’s looking at you. She licks her lips, spreading her legs to let you see how wet she is down there. One look at her short, red bush, damp with her juices and her neat, but the swollen slit is enough to shut off your brain.

You stand up, tearing off your clothes. You kick your underwear aside and climb onto the bed, where she’s sitting up. You meet her lips with yours. You’re rock hard, and she’s out of breath, but that’s not keeping her tongue out of your mouth. You’re about to climb on top of her, but she climbs into your lap, pulling off her sticky shirt and throwing it away.

“Mmm,” you moan into her neck as her fingers find your cock. Then you’re inside her, face to face. She puts her arms around your neck again, pressing her face against yours, fully impaled on your shaft. Your hands have found her ass again. Her gentle, but awkward, unpracticed rocking of her hips drives you wild, but she easily finds a rhythm. You’re lost in the heat and sensation of her depths, but she’s like a kid in a candy store, kissing all over your face and fondling your breasts. You hold on tight, keeping her hips moving. She’s hard again, her cock sandwiched between the two of you. Her soft cries aren’t as loud as the bedsprings, but she’s not paying attention to the noise anymore. You aren’t worried about the neighbors either.

You pant raggedly as she moves her hips harder, then decide to make it easy for her. You lie back and she runs with it, grabbing both your breasts and leaning forward on top of you. It’s obviously her first time doing it this way, but she takes naturally to cowgirl and lets you have it.

With her hips in your hands and the sight of her face as she spurts all over your belly, you let it out inside her. Shuddering, she collapses on you and you put your arms around her.

“Oh,” she groans into your neck. You hug her sweaty body and kiss the top of her head. She jerks and twitches. You feel more hot cum dribble onto your skin as you absently caress her smooth, damp skin. “Mmm.” She nestles her face in your neck and sighs contentedly.