It's open

“It’s open,” you say.

Lara comes in. It looks like she had the same idea that you did to get warm. She’s wearing a robe like yours, and she’s still damp and smelling like shampoo and bath oils. She sits next to you on the bed, but not too close.

“I’m sorry,” she says.

“For what?” you ask.

“For everything. For putting you in danger and stuff. I let it get away from me.” Lara looks truly remorseful. You watch her push her hair out of her face, grimacing. “Let me finish,” she says, when you try to protest. “I like taking chances. I do risky things. I took it too far by bringing you. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s a good thing you did,” you remind her. “Or you’d have died.”

“Maybe,” she replies. There’s that pride again, but you don’t mind that. You’ve known her for a long time. “I wanted to show off. I was just thinking about myself. I suppose I always do that,” she muses. “Probably why you ended up with someone else.”

That surprises you. You weren’t expecting her to go there. But you had no idea she was interested, all these years. Because she wasn’t interested, or at least not that way. Not until you were dating someone else, obviously. You don’t think that Lara has those feelings for you, but you do think that Riley makes her feel territorial somehow.

It’s actually kind of sweet. You were always good friends, but not besties or anything. But maybe Lara felt like you were.

“What is that look for?” she asks you worriedly.

“You’re so sweet,” you reply.

“I almost got you killed.”

“You were trying to help me. Because I was cross with Riley.”

“No.” Lara sighs. “I was trying to show off and get laid.”

You laugh. “I know that too.”

“You aren’t upset with me?”

You frown. “Maybe a bit. Why are you shooting at people and stealing things? That’s not good.”

She shrugs. “My dad did it.”

“That’s the only reason?”

“Well, women find it very exciting and exotic and attractive,” Lara says, bringing back a little of her old self.

“What could be more attractive than freezing your tits off and having no running water?” you ask.

“Details,” she replies with a shrug. “Want to come with me on the next one?”

“You’re joking, right?”

“Course.”

You sit there with her for a moment. She pats your hand. “Thank you for not being upset. I’m sorry.”

“God.” You roll your eyes. “Stop saying that.”

Lara’s about to reply, and you know exactly what she’s going to say. Something about how she doesn’t know what she’d do if something happened to you because of her. But you already get it. You just had that talk. She can stop now.

But at the same moment, your phone lights up. Riley has sent you another text. Not a call, a text. You look at it for a moment, shaking your head. You have a temper. It doesn’t come out often, but…

“For fuck’s sake,” you mutter.

“You OK?” Lara asks.

You grab her by the robe and yank her down and into a hard, wet kiss. She’s startled for a long moment because for once, she came in here not to flirt, but to apologize. She wasn’t hoping to get laid.

But she’s not complaining. You shove her down on the bed and yank her robe open, lying down on top of her. The kissing is soft and gentle, but there’s nothing soft about penis, which is growing against your body.

A break in the kiss gives her a chance to give you this uncertain look, which you use to yank on the belt of her robe. That’s good enough for her. She pulls your robe down so it’s off your shoulders, exposing your bare torso. She grabs your boobs and massages them, lifting her hips off the bed, trying to grind her erection against your body.

You don’t need much of this before you’re moving the flaps of your robe out of the way and sliding onto her cock. She’s about the same size as Riley, but that curve in her penis makes it feel so different. You close your eyes and groan as she fills you up. Her hands move to your hips, and you put your palms on her breasts, just doing what your body wants.

You ride her hard enough to make the old bed squeak, and your labored breathing mingles with hers. It’s just so hot and wet where you’re joined down there. One of Lara’s hands is clutching at your robe at your side, pulling you down onto her. The other has slipped inside, gripping your buttock.

“Hmm,” is the noise she makes, sounding **** with tears in her eyes, arching her back.

“Fuck,” you gasp, falling forward and catching yourself on the bed. Your face is above hers, and you kind of come back to your senses. You suddenly think about the look on your face, and how red you must be, and that she can probably feel your insides trembling.

She’s in as much of a state of shock as you are. You look down at yourself. You’ve slipped off her cock, and her cum is dribbling out of you, pooling on her sweaty, fluttering abs.

“Oh fuck,” you repeat, lowering yourself down to lie beside her. You’re all hot now. You irritably pull off your sweaty robe and throw it aside, flopping onto your back to get your breath.

Next to you, Lara reaches for her cock and gives it a few tugs. It spurts a little more cream onto her belly, and she sighs. Then she looks over at you, still breathing hard.

“You are so pretty,” she says.

You laugh. Pissed off, more like.

You hear another ding from the phone. You look over past your sweaty arm. It’s another text. You go back to looking at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry,” Lara says.

“Shut up.” She didn’t do anything wrong. Can’t she just shut up? You turn your head to look back at her. There’s such a tender look on her face.

The phone dings again. Lara’s about to ask if you’re going to get that. Before she can, you roll onto your belly, get up on your hands and knees, and turn your body to present your rear end to her.

Even Lara can’t fail to get the message. You lick your lips and look at the far wall as she struggles up to her knees, wiggling out of her own robe and getting rid of it.

Her hands find your hips, and she’s only half-hard, but she still pushes inside you with no hesitation. You feel her swell inside you, and she’s hard in seconds.

“Fuck me,” you tell her, clutching the sheets and looking back at her.

Lara does her best, even though she just came. You see light and look down at the phone under you. Riley’s calling. Lara’s hips smack lightly into your ass, but rapidly, sending warm, liquid pleasure through your whole body. You knock the phone away, and it tumbles to the floor. You let yourself down to the bed, keeping your ass up in the air so you can use your hand on your clit.

Lara thrusts harder, pushing you forward until you’re flat on the bed and she’s on top, giving it to you feverishly. Her mouth is by your ear and she pulls out of you. Hot droplets spatter all over your ass and back before she collapses beside you. She’s wheezing with exertion, and you can’t feel your legs. Both of you are a sticky mess, and the sheets aren’t clean anymore, but Lara pulls them up and puts her arms around you.