Life is Futa Chapter 2

It’s early evening and stiflingly hot. The girls are in the woods to spend a night camping.

Riley stands in the middle of the campsite, fanning herself with one hand as she uses the other to pull her T-shirt, sticky with sweat, away from her skin to let a little air in. She is completely oblivious to how attractive she is at this moment. Max doesn’t have a sweat fetish or anything, but Riley is especially hot when she’s… hot. Exertion. Max doesn’t know how to put it into words. It might just be that she’s fascinated by these girls who have penises. There are several of them at the camp. It just speaks to the slightly repressed bi girl in her.

It's not weird that she’s tempted to use her powers in naughty ways. It’s only surprising that it’s taken that long. Blushing, she rewinds about ten minutes, undoing her decision to share a tent with Viti.

Riley jumps, startled by the touch of Max’s fingers on her wrist.

“Huh? Oh. Max. Hi,” she says, smiling.

“Let’s share tonight,” Max tells her. It’s easy to be a little bold when she has all the time in the universe to practice.

“Sure,” Riley replies without hesitation. Max didn’t expect to get her on the first try. It feels like Max is always running into people like this, who should be confident but aren’t. Max has seen Riley staring at Ingrid so many times, but Riley never talks to her. Maybe it’s the presence of Adella that makes Riley doubt herself.

“Thanks.” Max gives Riley’s hand a little squeeze and smiles at her.

She has no specific agenda. She’s not scheming to seduce Riley or anything. It’s just… why not make things more interesting? Instead of avoiding a situation that might be complicated, why not step into one instead? She’s avoided things for her whole life. The best memories that she has are of being pushed outside her comfort zone. Now, the only person who can push her is herself.

“You OK, Max?”

“I’m good,” Max assures her. She is. After all, she’s seen some things. How scary can it be to spend the night alone in a tent with Riley? Riley is much sweeter than the last girl that Max had a thing for. And she doesn’t have a thing for her. She’s just pretty. And who wouldn’t be curious about that penis? Max wishes that she had her journal with her.

Nobody wants to sit around a campfire in this heat. After dinner, once it’s dark, grumpy, sweaty girls are ready for it to be tomorrow already so that they can get back to their cabins with climate control. Half the girls are already in their tents, and Max can see the faint glow of phone screens through the cloth.

Blushing a little, she crawls into the tent to find Riley sitting cross-legged, fanning herself.

“I don’t even want to lie down,” Riley admits.

“Oi,” Beth says, sticking her head in after Max. “Budge.”

“Huh?” Startled, Max moves aside so that she can crawl in. She’s followed by Duni. The tent is now thoroughly crowded. Beth zips it up in a businesslike fashion.

Max doesn’t know what’s happening. She can control time, but not other people. So much for being alone with Riley.