ALICE Ch 31

Irina is not a nerd, but she knows a lot about FUTA.

Alice only knows a lot about the first couple of seasons, when Coach Riley and Coach Adella were playing. Alice never missed a game back then, and it appears that Irina has been a faithful viewer throughout. That gives them plenty to talk about.

Alice has to hold in a laugh when she catches an eye roll from Sasha as she floats past; no doubt she’s had to listen to her mother talk about all this at length quite a bit.

“There is always this push and pull,” Irina explains, gesturing. “The strongest team and the one that people like.”

“Who’s hot now?”

“Pink Team,” Irina says sagely. “There is a girl from Finland. Very beautiful. Very…” She pauses with a little smile. “Bountiful.” She gestures at her chest, then downward.

“Oh. She’s got a…?” Alice points at herself.

Irina nods.

“I’ll bet she’s popular,” Alice says.

“She certainly is. Very strong player. She leads in goals.” Irina snorts. “I think many people watch just to see her run.”

“This makes me want to watch,” Alice says truthfully. It’s been a while since she’s kept up with FUTA.

“Pink Team played against Yellow Team yesterday,” Irina says, pausing to inspect her nails. “I have the match on demand. If you would like to watch it.” She holds Alice’s gaze.

Alice stares back awkwardly. She’s certain that she’s missing something.

“Together,” Irina adds.

Seconds pass.

“Upstairs.” She smiles.

“Oh,” Alice says, blushing. “Oh. Oh! Oh.” She looks away.

“I did not mean to offend you,” Irina says quickly.

“No. Gosh. I’m not offended.” Alice chuckles, embarrassed. She’s just not used to being this popular. “Wow.”

“So. Would you like to watch football together?”

“Um.” Alice licks her lips. “Yeah.” She looks over at Irina in her bikini. “Yeah. I would. Do you want to watch football together with me?”

“I cannot think of anything that I would rather do in a hotel while I wait for a Grand Prix. Can you?”

Alice cannot argue with that. She’s never been hit on by a MILF before. It’s making her super nervous.

“No. I can’t think of anything better,” she says. “Your uh… um, Sasha? She won’t miss you?”

“She is twenty-four years old,” Irina says, still holding eye contact.

“Right. Right. Should I buy you dinner? Or meet you up there?” Smoke’s going to start coming out of Alice’s ears. “Sorry. I just don’t know the procedure with a beautiful older woman that I just met,” she babbles.

Weirdly, the more embarrassed Alice gets, the happier Irina looks. So… it’s not a turn-off for her. That’s good. Alice has that going for her.