Life is Futa Chapter 22

“Course,” Lara notes, glancing down at Max. “If I’d known you planned to get yourself trampled, I’d have sorted a sexy nurse costume or something.”

“It’s not too late. We can hit a costume shop.”

“No chance. We smell.”

They do. The flutter of nerves that Max feels on the way upstairs isn’t like the rush that goes with sexy rewind antics. This isn’t part of her games; this is happening for real. Sure, it’s just casual stuff to Lara, but it’s still exciting. It doesn’t help Max’s confidence that she had no notice or opportunity to get ready.

She could easily game it and rewind to do a little grooming and preparation, but she decides against it. It’s time to let things happen for a change without all that. Besides, Lara just played a soccer game as well. She’s just as gross at the moment.

Walking into the bedrooms at the Lodge is always a little tough. There’s something about them that reminds her of an old friend’s bedroom, or maybe it’s her old dorm room. Max pushes that aside and drops her bag, stretching carefully.

“Will you make it?” Lara asks considerately.

“Of course. I’m super tough.” Max makes a muscle pose with her pitifully thin arms.

Lara snorts. “Right.”

“Is this where I collect my handy in the shower?” Max asks, putting her hands on the hips. “Which I am owed.”

Lara raises an eyebrow. “No. Go clean up. I’ll find us some wine.”

Oh. Well, OK. Trying not to be insulted but still miffed, Max heads into the bathroom and gets in the shower. As she gets under the water, she decides that if necessary she’ll use her powers to turn the tables on Lara. If Lara wants to be insufferable, Max can think of an idea or two to shut her up.

Lara grabs her suddenly from behind.

“Again!” Max says, laughing.

“Yes, I’m a genius. Now I’ve done what I was going to do. And it’s not at all problematic because you knew it was coming,” Lara says, squeezing her.

A fakeout! Playful flirting! Max’s heart thuds in delight. She touches Lara’s arms, which are crossed over her chest.

“I’m a genius. It’s why we won,” Max says, turning to look up at Lara, only that gets water in her eyes. They move out of the stream.

“Only you could think of something as brilliant as throwing yourself under Adella’s spikes,” Lara says lightly, playing with Max’s hair.

Max forces herself to stop thinking about Lara’s penis, which is touching her bottom.

“Yeah,” she says intelligently.

Lara laughs. “Right. Weren’t you saying something about me owing you?”

“Did I?” Max asks nervously.

Lara uses a fingertip to tickle her chin. “You did.”

“You think you can embarrass me? No. I’ll do anything. Anything to hear you make that cute noise that you did when you jizzed all over the shower,” Max says.

Lara looks startled. “You impetuous child,” she replies, making the most of her accent. “You heard nothing. That noise shall never be spoken of.”

“Oh, you’ll make it again.” Max raises both hands, opening and closing her fingers ominously.

“You first,” Lara says with a squinty, dangerous look in her eyes.