ALICE Ch 260

“Cool,” Val replies, checking her watch.

Quietly fuming, Erica unbuttons her top so she can take it off without messing up her hair, then pops her bra. She’s weirdly conscious of the air on her skin and every little jiggle and swing of flesh as she bends to remove her boots and jeans. She’s wearing much sexier underwear than Val, but she takes all that off without a show to get fully naked.

Val watches for a moment, kicking her feet idly. At least she’s looking at Erica’s cock, although her expression is more one of curiosity than desire. Erica’s skin is hot, and not in the usual way, as she grasps her dick and pulls.

Val leans back, supporting herself with her hands, legs slightly spread. She’s not posing; she’s just being comfortable and disinterested. Well, not completely disinterested. Her eyes stay on Erica’s dick as it swells to hardness in her palm. There’s at least a little reaction in there; a little light in her eyes. But Erica has to concentrate on what she’s doing, not every nuance of Val’s facial expression.

She strokes, fully naked, in front of Valeria Flores.

And Val is watching, not daydreaming. Erica would give anything to know what’s going on in her head. To speed things along, Erica imagines and objectifies Val as shamelessly as she knows how. She pictures hard little nipples, imagines the feel of smooth skin. She gazes between Val’s legs and jerks a little faster.

Val’s eyes jump up to her face for a moment; it’s because Erica’s breathing harder.

“Do you know Riley Jameson?” Val asks, going back to watching Erica masturbate.

“What?”

“Riley Jameson. American soccer player. FUTA. Pink Team, way back in the day.”

Erica’s not thinking at her clearest. Val has mentioned this woman before, and Erica knows of her, but doesn’t see the relevance.

“I have heard of her,” she says, a little huskily. “Why?”

“No reason.”

What the fuck? Erica swallows and concentrates, thinking about what Val’s lips might taste like. She wants to kiss her hard and squeeze her firm little butt even harder.

“Does it always take this long?”

Erica is so annoyed by the question that she stops stroking for a moment.

“Well, Diorgasm puts you in sexy poses.”

“You want me to pose? Like, what do you want me to do?”

Erica stands there with her mouth open. She does want things but doesn’t know how to say them. And her pride is in the way as well. She licks her lips. Their eyes are locked, but she has no words.

Val puts up with that for about five seconds, then gestures again.

“Let’s go,” she presses.