FoA S2 Chapter 8

Riley’s already awake when your eyes open in the morning. You don’t know how long she’s been lying there in your arms, trying not to wake you up. A little pale sunlight comes through the blinds. Your bodies are covered partly with a sheet, but that’s all.

“Hi,” you murmur. You start to move your arm, but she holds onto it, stopping you. “You like being the little spoon?”

Blushing, she makes a little noise and doesn’t move.

Fine. You aren’t complaining. You just need to shift a little bit to get more comfortable, but that causes your raging, morning wood to move as well, and she feels it.

Riley giggles.

“Whatever,” you mutter. Your face is against her neck, so that’s what you lazily kiss. “You have one too.”

“I don’t,” she says, and you move your hand to check, but she giggles again and blocks you because she totally does.

“OK,” you say, and kiss her again, then lie still, breathing in the scent of her hair.

You picture the two of you at one of Gurlberg’s restaurants, having breakfast together after this. But you can’t do that. She doesn’t want to be seen with you outside this place, and even if she did, you couldn’t. If Stark doesn’t know who she is, she might guess if she saw you together.

Riley makes a disappointed noise.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, then yawn.

“You got soft,” she says.

Oh. You got lost in your thoughts for a second, but Riley was probably very conscious of the feeling of you pressing against her bottom.

You get up on your elbow, and she twists to look up at you as you lean down to kiss her. It doesn’t take much of that before she rolls onto her back and her hands are on your face. It’s too late to worry about morning breath now, because this is a hungry, serious kiss. You like the feeling of her body underneath you, and there’s a temptation to climb on top of her and go all the way right here. There’s no question that’s what she wants.

But Riley will have enough embarrassment with her fellow CCL girls after last night. Riley wasn’t very loud, but her bed was.

She must have had high hopes for your morning wood from the way that she squirms, pulling you closer. You stroke her cheek as you kiss her, then run your hand down, over her breast and her belly to the warm, hard, erection that waits for you. You want to pull back and watch her face, but you kiss her the whole time as you stroke her until she stiffens up and whimpers, then goes limp.

She gazes at the ceiling, glowing and panting. You look down at her stomach, where a generous pool of cum reflects the morning sunlight. Riley might not have much experience, but she does have an appetite.

You don’t. You aren’t looking forward to what you have to do today.

You stay in Riley’s bed for as long as you can, but it won’t be long before Fang or Caroline will be calling you.

Riley watches you from the bed as you get dressed, modestly covering herself with the sheet. You are suddenly self-conscious about your jeans, boots, tank, and vest. You feel like you look so crude and rough, while Riley is so pretty and different.

She doesn’t seem to mind. She’s still glowing adorably as she gazes. She does like you, but you have to wonder if she still would if she knew what you were about to do.

“Can I use the door? Or do I have to sneak out the window?” you ask as you walk over to the bed and bend over to give her one last kiss.

“You can use the door,” she says, blushing.

As you leave the house, you realize that you got lost in your insecurity. You’re so worried about her being too good for you that you forgot to notice how awkwardly she navigated all of this because she has no experience. She wasn’t sure about you when she could think clearly, but now she can’t think clearly. You remember what that’s like. Being with someone that you like, and the hormones from sex and sleeping together. It’s like a love potion.

But Riley’s smart. It’ll wear off and her brain will take over. She won’t get attached to you. She’s too smart to do something that stupid.

It looks like you won’t have to wait to talk to Caroline. She’s sitting on your bike as you approach. It was dark when you came back to CCL House; you didn’t notice that her bike was still here.

“You stayed the night?” you ask, poking her. She grudgingly scoots aside so you can sit beside her.

“So did you. Who was she?” Caroline asks, looking past you at the house.

“Let’s eat something,” you reply, and she smiles.

“Got a little CCL crush, Prospect?”

“I’m not a prospect,” you remind her, pushing her off your bike. She has to be as hungry as you are. You both exerted yourselves yesterday. Caroline goes back to her own bike, and you follow her into town. A few minutes later you’re sharing a booth at the diner, ordering waffles.

“Did they ever get you off?” you ask her. “With the feet, I mean?”

“No, but they wanted the shot, so they put their feet in front of the camera and, you know,” Caroline replies, moving her hand.

“Did they make money?”

“Sounds like they did.”

“Then what? I’m picturing you waking up this morning at the bottom of this pile of snoring girls,” you say.

Caroline laughs and drinks coffee. “Let’s just say I need to replenish my fluids.”

“Tell me about it. I’m sorry I missed it.”

“I am too,” she says, giving you a sideways look. “I was looking forward to bonding with my new Free Gurl sister.”

“We don’t need the word sister in that kind of bonding,” you say. “If you wanted to bond with me, you should’ve just said so.”

“Girl, I bonded the shit out of those CCL girls,” she says.

You laugh and almost spill your coffee. “Next time I’ll help.”

“You should. It’s not as much fun as you think,” she says seriously. “There’s three of them, Adella. And they’re working together.”

“Did they ravish your nubile, virgin body?”

“They did! Don’t underestimate horny, skinny, White girls,” Caroline says, shaking her head. “I think I pulled something in my back.”

“Check this out,” you say, looking around to make sure nobody’s watching. You pull on your top, exposing one of your boobs to Caroline, who smiles, then claps her hand over her mouth to stifle a guffaw. The bruises from Riley’s fingertips are obvious. When she came while she was riding you yesterday, she had your breasts in her hands, and she was not paying attention to her orgasmic **** grip. It hurts like a son of a bitch.

“I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off those puppies either,” Caroline says. “Put ‘em away before a cop sees you.”

You cover up, and Fang arrives a few minutes later. She looks uncharacteristically rumpled and sleepy. It’s not that early, and Fang usually looks so put together.

“You OK?” Caroline asks as Fang slides into the booth beside you, helping herself to your coffee. “You look like hell.”

“Up late studying,” Fang replies dryly.

“I thought you were kicking her out,” you say.

“I did. That doesn’t stop her from coming over.”

“You don’t have to let her in. You like that nerd pussy that much?” Caroline asked. “Am I missing out?”

Fang sighs, finishing off your coffee. “I do like her,” she says finally, and Caroline’s look softens. “Not like that,” she adds quickly, seeing your face.

“Funny,” Caroline says. “We were all with CCL last night. I guess club-sorority relations warmed up fast, huh?”

“A house full of horny college girls wanted to get laid, and more news at eleven,” you say. “So listen, we’re getting Jan’s charges and mine dropped.”

“Carla texted me,” Fang says with a nod. “Nina, Nadia’s daughter is who we want. They think she’ll be at Goldfinger. We’re doing a sex tape.”

“I don’t love that,” you say.

“Why do you care?” Caroline asks. “I’m the designated porn star, right?”

You laugh, but tone it down when the waitress comes so Fang can order.

“We all have to take a shot at her,” you say.

“But I’m the one she’ll want,” Caroline says confidently. “You’ll see.”