AR - Sleepover

So maybe Adella would prefer for you to be at her place tonight, but you can’t come home then go out again right in front of your mom to… you know.

Besides, it’s kind of fun having Adella over. It feels weird and surreal, like a sleepover, brushing your teeth beside her in the little hallway bathroom. The things that you learned tonight bother you a bit, but politics are not your concern. You have beliefs, but you are just not that person right now. You need to focus on your relationship with Adella, FUTA, and finishing college. Other stuff will be there when you’re done.

But you don’t need political opinions to not want these people to win with cheating. Adella clearly feels the same way. She cares even less than you do about politics, but even if she likes chasing skirts more, she does care about soccer.

“What?” she asks you as she brushes, mumbling around her toothbrush. She’s wearing one of your T-shirts, which is too tight on her, and a pair of your gym shorts because your panties would also be super uncomfortable for her. She looks very cute. You put your hand on her hip, then get up on your toes to go for a minty, toothpaste-flavored kiss.

In bed, you know that your mom is counting on you to not be a jerk and do anything that would make anyone uncomfortable or keep the whole house awake.

Snuggled cozily in your single bed in the dark, you could not be happier. But pressed up against Adella, it’s easy to tell that she’s annoyed. What you are less sure about is if she’s annoyed with you for making her sleep over here, or with Stef and the whole Winter Soccer thing. Or with her life because it sucks now. It’s cheating, but you can just distract her… quietly.

“America,” she murmurs tiredly when you slip your hand into her shirt to caress her abdomen.

“Shhh,” you say, shimmying down the bed. “Don’t wake anyone up.”

She sighs… but doesn’t complain. Like she ever would. Under the covers, you pull her cock out of the shorts and use your mouth. She sighs again, but she’s getting hard.

You don’t have to do much before you feel her hand in your hair. She tugs a little harder, and you pause, letting her cock out of your mouth.

“What’s wrong?” you whisper.

She touches your arm and pulls. You think you understand. Moving carefully, you try not to make the bed squeak too much as you position your hips over her head. She peels your panties down and brings your cock to her lips.

It’s good. Then it’s really good. You pause, panting throatily and wishing you could make some noise as you feel her mouth all over you. You really just want to make out with her. You get free and climb on top of her, sealing her mouth with yours.

“America,” she mumbles. You know. This is exactly what you’re not supposed to do.

“Shhh,” you say, kissing her harder and reaching down. You push your cock against hers, then get your hand around them both, squeezing the shafts together and stroking. The bed creaks slightly and you slow down.

She groans quietly.

“Mmm,” you sigh into her mouth, breathing hard. Her hand stops rubbing your back and grabs your hair again. You can always tell when Adella is close by the way she starts to spread her legs and the way her chest rises.

Hot wetness splashes, and the sensation of her hard shaft throbbing against yours is plenty for you. You whimper and blow your load into the pool she’s already made on her tummy.

“Oooh,” you say into her mouth, stroking her face and biting her lip.

Breathing raggedly, she pulls you close.

You lie there quietly for a moment until you start to notice just how much wetness there is between your bodies. You remember what your mom said about having maids to change the sheets at hotels.