ALICE Ch 313

Val is still trying to work out what happened. Even she struggles to interpret the graphs and readouts that accompany technical information from the car, and reconciling her tactile experiences in the cockpit with this data is even more difficult.

Matt doesn’t seem worried enough. The pit crew and engineers seem much too worried. The only person behaving normally is Patty.

Val yawns, rubs her eyes, and squints more intently at the screen of her phone. She’s nude on her belly in bed, and Erica is on top of her, busily using her pussy. Val detachedly doesn’t mind the feelings, or even Erica’s sweat dripping on her back. She just wishes that Erica would make a little less noise; she’s trying to concentrate.

Val frowns and swipes with her thumb.

FF1

Erica bites her lip and stares down at Val’s bare ass and her cock plunging into her. Val’s smooth body drives her wild. She spreads her perfect ass cheeks and wishes with all of her heart that she could fuck more than just Val’s pussy.

Grunting and swearing in a variety of languages, Erica closes her eyes and fills the condom as Val makes a little noise of annoyance and dismisses a notification on her phone.

Erica pants and pulls out. She leans in and kisses Val’s shoulder, then down her back to her ass. She spreads her cheeks and uses her tongue.

That, at least, is enough to get Val to tense slightly and look back. “Erica, that’s… whatever.” She goes back to her phone.

FF1

Lora and Kylie lie on the bed, not really paying attention to the F1 coverage on the TV. While not exactly pleasant, race day is a bit less hectic than usual if a team has no cars on the grid. That has, unfortunately, left Lora a lot of time with her thoughts.

“Maybe I should break it off,” she suggests. “Bianca’s so lovely. She doesn’t want to date…” Lora gestures at herself. “Anxiety, the movie.”

“Lucky you. That would mean that she just wants to shag. Even better.”

Lora snorts. “I keep…”

“What?”

“Losing courage.” She shows Kylie her phone, and the texts from Bianca that she hasn’t replied to.

“You disgust me,” Kylie says, then she belches and cracks open another beer. “Come here.”

“What?”

Kylie reaches out and touches Lora’s face, then quite suddenly pulls her in and kisses her hard on the mouth. She holds it for about two seconds, then lets her go. Red and wide-eyed, Lora draws away.

“What is happening?” she demands.

“Nothing. That’s the point.” Kylie takes a long drink. “Something weird, something awkward happens, and then nothing. World doesn’t end, dipstick. What are you afraid of? That Bianca’s going to get you naked and meltdown over your burns? She knows about the burns. She wants to fuck you anyway. Are you worried she’ll be a jerk? That’s life. That she’ll have a tiny Johnson? You work in F1. You can handle disappointment. You have to give yourself permission to have fun, you know?”

Kylie offers Lora the beer. After a moment, she takes it.

“You’re a bad influence,” she says.

Kylie fluffs the pillow and lies down. “I’m blushing.”