ALICE Ch 184

“Is she gonna be OK on her own?” Alice asks as she follows Faye into her room and closes the door behind them.

“She will,” Faye assures her.

“Oh.” Alice stops in her tracks, finding Faye directly in front of her. Faye’s hands are on her hips, and she inches closer, looking up with bright eyes. “Hi. I haven’t looked at my emails since like six.”

“No,” Faye says, still staring, her hands preventing Alice from moving away.

“Our friend is suffering and you’re acting like this.”

“She’s fine. It’s anxiety. I know what it’s like. I have it too. It helps to distract,” Faye says. She’s a lot of things, but she is not subtle.

Alice patiently returns her gaze and places her hands on Faye’s soft waist.

“Love you too, babe,” she says.

Faye shifts a little, giving away her impatience. Spending lots of time with Faye is great. Getting to know her has been great, and Alice is by no means dissatisfied with how their relationship is going. At the same time, some issues have emerged. First, Faye always wants Alice to read her mind. Second, letting Faye… use her penis was a mistake. Alice, politely, makes a point to communicate that she enjoys that. It’s just the right thing to do. And Faye has taken that at face value rather than reading between the lines, and come to believe that she is the rightful top and some kind of sexual tyrannosaurus. Alice doesn’t have the heart to tell her the truth, and so Faye goes through her day thinking that Alice is just aching to be ravished by her.

Which Alice doesn’t mind by any means, but still. It’s also amazing and a little bizarre that Faye seems to view Alice’s sticklike body as just the sexiest imaginable thing. She’s so weird. Alice would die for her. She can also be exhausting.

Faye’s hands have not so stealthily slipped down to Alice’s bottom. She squeezes appreciatively, holding Alice close.

“It’s not Colby having a hard time,” she says in the low voice that she thinks is smolderingly sexy. Faye trying to be cool just comes off as cute, and that makes it harder to humor her. Alice stays strong.

“Then what is it?”

“All this talk of you and your Amazons. I wasn’t there. I’m picturin’ things.”

Alice smiles. “What are you picturing?”

Faye’s reply is just a hungry look. She slips her thumb into the waist of Alice’s jeans.

“Let’s have these off,” she suggests.

Alice is tired, but relationships require effort. She’d like a shower first, but Faye doesn’t care about that. At this point, Alice wouldn’t be surprised to learn that a little sweat and body odor just turns Faye on more.

“OK, baby.”

Faye’s face lights up and she steps back, looking on eagerly. She’s doing everything but rubbing her hands together and licking her lips.

Heroically, Alice does not laugh.

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