AR Returns Ch47

“Can you not?” Riley says to Lara. They’re in the bathroom at the cabin at FUTA. Everyone’s getting ready for bed; bedtime is early during the week. FUTA is exhausting.

“Not what? This?” Lara gives Riley another firm pat on the bottom. “Good game, Riley. Are you trying to tell me something? Having your tits out like this?”

“We didn’t have a game today. I’m brushing my teeth. Fuck off.”

“Classy,” Lara replies.

“Oh, sorry, Princess England. Piss off. Is that more authentic?”

“Have you been speaking with Beth? Are you cheating on me?”

Riley lifts a foot and slips off her flip-flop, aiming at Lara’s ass. That’s enough to get the brunette to shuffle on. Riley puts her shoe back on and goes back to brushing. After enough weeks, modesty matters even less than it did before. Riley sleeps in just her panties, so that’s what she’s wearing at this point in the night. It’s not a message to anyone. The team effectively lives together five nights a week. Everyone knows way too much about each other at this point. It might be one of the most difficult parts of FUTA, honestly.

Her phone is going off. Riley puts in an earbud and answers.

“Hi, baby.”

“Darling,” Adella replies. Riley knows at once from her voice that Adella is in bed. There’s a flash of anxiety, but Riley deals with that. Adella is in bed alone. Riley trusts her.

“Perfect timing. I’m in just my underwear and doing just the sexiest imaginable stuff,” Riley says, frowning at a bruise on her thigh, then putting her foot on the sink to check her toenails.

“Mmm. Tell me more.”

“I’m, uh, covered in oil and me and Lara just finished having a wrestling match with Lili and Sam. Naked. And everyone was watching. They were naked too.” Riley’s making it up as she goes. She’s not great at this, but it’s the thought that counts.

“Did you win?”

“Uh, no, they put me in a very compromising hold and gave me a paddling. I still can’t sit down.”

“Mmm.” Adella can communicate a lot with those noises.

“What about you?”

“I had to be a lifeguard at the pool today. That sorority was there.”

“CCL?” Riley asks excitedly, uncapping her bottle of mouthwash.

“Yes. And Gurlberg passed a law against bikini tops.”

“Oh.” Riley snorts. Adella’s making stuff up too. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. The imagery still popped into her mind: a ton of college girls frolicking around the public pool in Gurlberg with their boobs out, doing horny CCL stuff. Riley closes her eyes and basks in the idea.

That, of course, causes a familiar stirring downstairs. It doesn’t take much when it’s been weeks since she’s felt the touch of a woman.

“Hmm.” She pauses, then puts the cap back on her mouthwash and sets it down. “Tell me more about this.” She slips into a stall and gets her cock out.