ALICE Ch 183

MONTREAL

It’s late. The hotel’s quiet. FUTA has the whole floor, so this is as private as anything, and sometimes openness is the best privacy.

Alice Wilde sits on the floor in the hallway, which smells of cleaning products. Beside her is Colby, and Faye’s on Colby’s other side. They have her sandwiched cozily, and they’re all holding big cans of some stupid Canadian beer that people say is good. They aren’t supposed to be drinking with the weekend coming up so fast, but nobody’s going to care about one beer.

Colby’s been struggling lately. Even Faye noticed.

Alice has her arm around Colby’s shoulders while Faye rubs her back.

“Everything OK with the Amazons?” Alice murmurs.

Colby makes his hilarious frowning face; it’s like her mouth becomes a squiggle.

“Too good,” she says, blushing.

Faye gives Alice a curious look over Faye’s head. She knows about the Amazons, although only what little Alice has told her.

“Is your girlfriend mad?”

Colby grimaces. “I haven’t told her yet.”

Alice twitches. “Uh, I thought you were going to. Like, she was with that horny sorority, right? She’ll understand. I thought we talked about this.”

“I know. I know. I know.” Colby’s on the verge of a meltdown.

“It’s OK,” Alice says soothingly. “I mean, yeah, it’s not like… perfect relationship technique, but you were in an impossible situation. I was there, remember? Literally nobody would have done anything differently. Including your girlfriend. The Amazons are… whatever jacket, top succubus…es. Succubuses.”

“Might be succubi,” Faye suggests. “Like octopi.”

“Like what?”

“Octopi. Pee. Pi. I dunno how to say it. Doesn’t matter. Squiggles. Hentai.” She waggles her fingers.

“Can you stop being weird and Irish for a second? Like one second? Jesus fuck.”

Faye makes a face.

“Colby. Colby. It’s not like you went and started a relationship with somebody. You aren’t like… intimate with them,” Alice says.

“Alice, you would not believe the things I’ve done,” Colby says with an exaggerated look of seriousness. “Like…” She breathes through her nose. “Something comes over me with them. We do stuff. And they do stuff. Stuff you can’t talk about.”

“I know. I know.” Alice nods. “But it’s really not the same. Your relationship with them is the same as your relationship with a really, really good vibrator. You know it’s true.”

“I don’t want to admit that I have a literal addiction to six human vibrators,” Colby says through her teeth. “I don’t want to admit to my girlfriend that the hardest I ever came was being spit-roasted in a shower stall. I don’t want to tell her… other stuff.”

“You don’t have to tell her the details,” Alice assures her. “Trust me. Unless your girlfriend is a total asshole, she’s going to understand that six fucking hung goddess amazons who are experts at sex and bring no drama to anything and treat you like a princess is something that anyone would like… dip a toe into it.”

“I didn’t dip a toe. I didn’t dip a toe, Alice. I am in there,” Colby says shakily.

“Well, now’s your intervention. You need to take a break from them and come clean with your partner. You’ll feel better. Sex is great and blue balls is not, but feeling shitty like this is worse. You know it’s true.”

“I know,” Colby moans, pushing her face into Alice’s chest.

Alice looks to Faye for help, but Faye just looks happy. Faye takes out her phone and taps away for a moment, then shows Alice the screen.

I LOVE YOU MOST WHEN YOU’RE BEING SWEET LIKE THIS

Alice rolls her eyes as Colby sniffles.