AR Returns Ch49

Jess can’t quite relax until they’re gone. Even then, she peers out the window. Mary and Carla drove here together? That’s interesting.

“Close one,” she mutters to Stef as they pull away. “I wonder if she wanted to do this just so she could do that.”

“That’s crazy. Come on.” Stef stands behind Jess and gently massages her shoulders. “Let’s take a bath. You need to relax.”

“Oh. Right. Well, she didn’t get to it. I think she was snooping, though. She suspects.”

“She probably does. She isn’t stupid.” Stef leads Jess upstairs by the hand.

Once they’re in the bath, Jess settles down a little. Another glass of wine doesn’t hurt. She frowns across the layer of bubbles between them and nudges Stef’s leg under the water.

“I wonder if Riley’s not discreet. I know Adella must be, but Riley…”

Stef shrugs. “I’d say that Riley has the most skin in the game. I’ll bet she’s careful.”

“I guess. What do we do if Mary finds out?”

“Gaslight her,” Stef replies without hesitation. Jess splashes her.

“You think Carla’s going to make a move?”

“There is a zero percent chance that it hasn’t crossed her mind,” Stef says, turning to look wistfully at the window. “I’d be surprised if she didn’t. You think she has a chance?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore. I mean, look at me lately.”

“You look sexy covered in bubbles.”

“Thanks, babe.”

On the bed, very responsibly with towels down, they lie together on their bellies. Candles are lit, they smell amazing, and the scrapbook is safely in the drawer at the bottom of the bedside table underneath Stef’s handgun.

“Relax,” Stef says for the hundredth time as she strokes Jess’s back.

“I’m relaxed,” Jess replies defensively.

“OK.” Stef slides her hand down to her wife’s bottom and starts to feel around.

Jess tenses noticeably. “Oh! You can’t touch there.”

“I have to.”

“Umm… oh my god,” Jess says as Stef squirts a little more lube and rubs it around. She hasn’t even penetrated her with a finger yet. “Riley and Adella really do this?”

“It’s not that unusual.”

“But how? Adella’s so big.”

“She is,” Stef agrees, sucking her breath in through her teeth. “Riley must really love her a lot. How’s this?”

“Weird!” Jess starts trying to shimmy away.

“Are we quitting?”

Jess groans. “No. Riley and Adella are young and cool and they do this. If we don’t do it, then we’re old and uncool.”

“Is that how it works?”

“We’re cool. We can be cool. You’re a badass biker and I’m a successful MILF.”

“Cougar. Not MILF.” Stef kisses Jess’s cheek. “Can we try a finger?”

“Make it your little finger.”

“I can’t—no. Middle finger.”

“Your middle finger is huge.”

“It’s not,” Stef says, exasperated.

“Well, it feels huge.”