AR Returns Ch27

Jess arrives acting suspicious as hell. Her attempts to play it casual as she makes her way up the front walk are almost comical. It’s her trendy little beige coat that gives her away. That, or the hat. At any rate, Riley opens the door and she hustles inside as though she’s being chased.

“Oh, man. I am not built for erotic thriller antics,” Jess says, laughing as she takes her hat off and sets an adorably wrapped parcel on the sideboard. She beams at Riley. “Look at you.”

Riley has put on her uniform. Not her FUTA one, but rather her Gators one from Florida University. She has her ponytail and socks and everything. She is every inch the collegiate sports star.

“Does this work?” Riley asks wryly.

“It’s like you read my mind.” Jess unbelts her coat and opens it, revealing her own blue and orange.

Riley’s heart was already pounding. Now it skips a beat.

“You were a cheerleader,” she says. “I didn’t know that.” She stares hungrily at Jess’s uniform. “Let me, uh, take your coat.”

Jess hands it over with a mischievous look. She raises her hands over her head and does a little hop, causing her chest to jiggle outrageously.

“Still got it,” she says.

“You do.” Riley’s mouth is dry as she hangs the coat up. She isn’t sure why she’s freezing up, even after what they did this afternoon. It’s just overwhelming.

“A little tight these days though,” Jess admits with a little hiss of discomfort.

“Then we need to get you out of that,” Riley says.

“Not yet. Presents first.”

“Presents? Oh, shit. I, uh…”

“I’m just kidding.” Jess grabs the parcel from the table and snatches Riley’s hand, dragging her toward the stairs. “Where’s your room? Tell me it’s full of sports posters and stuff.”

“It kind of is,” Riley replies, following her up, her eyes tracking Jess’s hips in her cute cheerleader skirt. “It’s at the end of the hall.”

“Ooooh,” Jess says as they go in.

“You don’t want some wine or anything?”

“Don’t need it,” Jess replies distractedly, peering around with interest. Her eyes fall on Riley’s single bed, which is made. Everything is perfectly neat and obviously staged. Riley has made a real effort. “Oh god. So many memories of rooms like this one. Kind of like this. Boys’ rooms don’t smell this good,” Jess adds from the corner of her mouth as she sits on the bed.

“Yeah, I think you had a better childhood than I did,” Riley says, sitting beside her. “What’s this?”

“Open it.” Jess hands the package over.

Riley curiously unwraps it with as much dignity as she can. It’s not easy; the real Riley inside wants to shred the wrapping paper like a velociraptor. She loves presents; it’s one thing that she and Kayla have in common. Inside is a photo album.

“Oh jeez,” she says as she opens it.

Jess chuckles and it’s a bit sinister.

In the album are pictures from that changing room and a couple of others that Riley has sent Jess.

“I just printed the ones I had on my phone,” Jess says. “I thought that you and Adella would enjoy it.”