Life is Futa Chapter 3

A lot of the nerves and vanity that might normally go with this situation are missing because everyone being all sweaty with no way to conveniently clean up is a powerful equalizer. A sort of instant camaraderie has developed, as though they’re all prisoners or something. This camp is weird, but Max has other things on her mind.

Only she and Riley are fully dressed. Duni wears boyshorts and a sports bra. It’s obviously for comfort, yet it looks weirdly badass on her. She gives Max MMA fighter vibes, except she’s actually very polite, nice, and not especially aggressive.

Beth is the problem in her tiny undershirt and panties. Walking around outdoors, even in a camp of all girls, seems bold to Max. That’s escalated by the heat; sweat-soaked fabric is see-through, and Beth sits cross-legged without a trace of self-consciousness. Max can see everything and so can Riley. Everyone is flushed from the heat, so Max’s red face can go unnoticed. The same can’t be said for Riley’s erection, which she deals with by holding her water bottle in her lap to hide it.

“What is, uh, what’s up guys?” Riley asks.

“Duni wants to see your willie,” Beth says.

Max chokes on the snicker bar that she’s just taken the first bite from. She coughs in alarm, and Duni helpfully pounds her back.

Beth gives Max a spirited look. “She’s got one, Max. I saw her touch it in the shower. Weirdly erotic.”

Riley’s face goes from slight embarrassment to annoyance. She leaves her water bottle where it is and counts on her fingers.

“OK. Outing me. Telling people embarrassing stuff about me…”

“Outing you? No. I can’t be the only one who’s caught you.”

“You are! And you promised not to tell.”

“And I’m not embarrassing you,” Beth says, waving a hand dismissively. “I said it was erotic. I’m paying you a compliment. Anyway, Duni doesn’t believe me so just show her. Look. You can see mine.” She abruptly pulls the crotch of her panties to the side, revealing a smooth slit.

“Whoa!” Riley puts her hands up and Max’s eyes pop open. She chokes again.

“You are being quite inappropriate,” Duni says to Beth reprovingly.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” Beth opens the backpack that she’s brought with her and pulls out a bottle of gin. “I’ve barely started.”

“Oh Christ,” Duni says.

“Are you drunk?” Riley asks, indignant.

“Not yet,” Beth retorts, fighting back as Duni tries to wrestle the bottle away from her.

“God. Sorry.” Riley gives Max an apologetic look. “She promised not to tell anyone.”

“Just show us your bloody willie and we’ll leave,” Beth pants, holding on gamely, but Duni is stronger than she is.

“I’ll show you if you trade me that booze,” Riley tells her.

“Done!” Beth shoves Duni off and sits upright, tossing the bottle. A startled Riley catches. “I mean, I brought loads,” Beth adds, yanking another bottle out of the backpack.

“For fuck’s sake,” Duni says, giving up.