Cozy Cabin Getaway Ch16

“Michelle, how did you go from dating Conner Ortega to dating… a younger woman who is very beautiful and perfect,” Mary adds quickly, squeezing Riley’s leg. “But how, exactly, does that happen? Were you like closeted or what?”

“Oh, God. Now I’m on the spot.” Michelle sucks her breath in through her teeth. “Don’t give me that look,” she says to Riley. “OK, um. First, I had stopped being Riley’s coach because she’d signed a contract with FUTA. I guess you would say that I was curious. She’s super horny. That’s not new. Her penis is like the whole center of her existence, so it’s hard to ignore. And I was curious about it. And that is probably where I became weak,” she says with a little shrug. “Curiosity. But then I didn’t hate it.”

“Wow, babe. You’re so sweet,” Riley says.

“And then I started to look at things differently,” Michelle goes on stubbornly. “So that’s how it happened.”

“You were curious. And you discovered that you didn’t hate it,” Mary repeats.

“You thinking about Carla and Stef?” Michelle asks.

“You knew about them?”

“Everyone knew, Mary.”

“I guess.” Mary sighs. “I guess I get where you’re coming from.” She looks at Riley’s lap. “It is weird, isn’t it?”

“Mom!” Riley is horrified.

“Sorry, baby. I guess that’s not sensitive. I’m drunk.”

“You are like so drunk!”

“Obviously Riley’s good in the sack. We all heard it,” Kayla says sourly. She’s pissed about being the only one who’s sober.

“She can’t cook or clean or anything. She’s pretty useless for everything that isn’t soccer,” Mary warns Michelle.

“Conner Ortega couldn’t cook or clean either,” Michelle fires back.

“That’s fair. Riley’s good at soccer though.”

“You already said that, Mary. And I know. I was her coach.”

“Don’t remind me.”

Riley’s listening. Kind of. Squeezed between the soft bodies of her mother and Michelle, the candlelight is gentle and soothing. She feels sleepy and warm. And other things. She’s actually feeling pretty great.

“OK, now I’m hot,” Mary says, leaning forward to struggle out of her cardigan. She tosses it aside, then unbuttons the top half of her blouse, revealing a nice but unspectacular bra and very spectacular cleavage. She fans herself with both hands, causing a fascinating jiggle.

“Just breathe, Mom.”

“I’m fine, Kayla.”

“Mmhmm,” Riley says, her glazed eyes fixed on her mother’s chest.

“Uh oh. Riley’s regressing to being a baby. Riley, you’re not a baby.”

“Um, actually she seems pretty grown up here,” Michelle says.

“What?” Kayla follows her gaze. “Riley!”

“Huh?” Riley looks down at the huge tent in her shorts. “Whoa! What is in those gummies?”

“It’s just weed, Riley. Have you never…?” Mary lets it hang. Then she looks at Kayla. “We are talking about weed, right? It’s just THC.”

Kayla avoids her gaze.

“Kayla. What is in those gummies?”

“I don’t know! My friend makes them! They’re really good!” A second passes. “For hooking up,” she adds quietly.

“What?” Michelle splutters.

Riley stares down at her lap. “Gosh,” she says.