ALICE Ch 167

Erica sits beside Glynda.

“Shouldn’t you be resting?”

Glynda looks over. She’s working on a pint of dark beer, and Erica suspects it’s not her first. Still, she’s as prickly and steely-eyed as ever.

“You’re not on my calendar,” Glynda says.

“I’m not working.”

Glynda takes that in with a grimace, then drinks and wipes her mouth with a napkin.

“What do you want?”

“Nothing.” Erica smiles and leans. “G&T with Hasselt,” she says to the bar girl. “I can’t do any small talk. Anything I say or ask will sound like I’m trying to get something from you.”

“Which you are not trying to do.”

Erica shakes her head. “I’m not.”

Glynda looks thoughtful. “Have I ever seen you interview a Principal before? Isn’t it always drivers?”

“It’s been a long time,” Erica confirms.

Glynda narrows her eyes. “Why?”

Erica shrugs. “It’s a mystery.”

“Mmm.” Glynda goes back to her beer.

“It’s strange. This thing with Alice and Faye that definitely is not happening,” Erica adds quickly, accepting her drink. “I would’ve thought that you were more Alice’s type.”

“Why?”

“You’re everyone’s type,” Erica says, and Glynda follows her gaze, looking down. She can’t be surprised; a person can’t be built like that and not get used to people looking now and then. Erica doesn’t try to hide it.

Glynda snorts derisively. “What is it about this bloody sport?” she mutters, signaling for another beer.

“What? Is that why you’re so scary all the time?” Erica cocks her head. “You just never relax?”

FF1

She really doesn’t. Even back in Erica’s room with her clothes all over the floor. In fact, she’s more intense than ever, not that Erica’s complaining as Glynda rides her with a quiet, urgent intensity that is just… a little different from what she’s used to.

Even with just the bathroom light on, Erica’s eyes are overstimulated. Her hands rest absently on Glynda’s wide, busy hips. She’s hypnotized by Glynda’s magnificent, bouncing breasts. Erica is not in control; she’s just enjoying the show.

The bed is heroically silent despite the tempo; any other bed would be wailing.

Eyes closed, mouth open, Glynda reds Erica with the same focus she brings to everything else. Her hands rest on Erica’s chest, moving unconsciously. When they get closer together, her arms squeeze her boobs, making Erica worry that she won’t last.

But it’s not Erica’s first time. She massages Glynda’s soft hips and puts in a little effort of her own.

Glynda’s eyes pop open and she looks down. Her face is red, her hair’s a mess, and her expression turns to annoyance.

“What are you smiling about?” she snaps, abruptly repositioning to present her back. Maybe she thinks that’s some kind of punishment, but reverse cowgirl feels even better. Erica enjoys the view and uses all of her self-discipline to resist giving Glynda’s bottom a friendly smack.