RF Arousal Ch 19

“I just don’t know if I’m ready to leave soccer behind, you know?” Riley says in the hotel restaurant, much later on with Hana and Adella. They’re finished eating, but no one wants to be the first to get up. She’s on her third glass of wine.

“Is FUTA really soccer?” Hana asks. “If you want soccer, you have to leave it all anyway and go back to playing for your school.”

Riley likes her chances professionally, but Hana’s right. And a second-string player for FUTA earns at least as much as a star player in American women’s soccer. She sighs and watches Adella, who has nothing to add. Adella seems more interested in admiring the skyline. Oddly, Adella seems to like the idea of working for Annette. That just reminds Riley that she knows only Adella’s reputation as a tomcat who hooks up with every woman she meets, and absolutely nothing about her as an actual person.

“It really would be big for trans people,” Hana says finally.

Riley sighs. “I know. I just don’t trust her. She’s not one of the good guys, Hana. She has some kind of obsession with women like us. Just because someone fetishizes you doesn’t make them your friend.”

“I know. But I’m not gonna kink-shame, and just because she isn’t a good guy doesn’t make her a bad guy.”

Hard to argue with that.

“I feel like we’re selling out if we do this,” Riley says.

“I feel like it gives us a chance to watch her. If she steps out of line, we’ll know,” Hana counters. So, Hana wants to do it too.

Riley’s not about to let these two go do dangerous stuff with Annette without her. “Whatever. But I’m not signing any long contracts or anything,” she grumbles.

RESIDENT FUTA

Later, Adella steps out of the elevator with her. Riley stops short of her door and turns on her. “You aren’t walking me to my room because you’re such a classy lady, are you?” she asks.

Adella’s never been anything but upfront. That confident smile never changes. She towers over Riley, bathing her in that smoldering gaze.

“No,” Adella replies.

There’s relief and excitement about everything else that’s happening, and that’s separate from how attractive Adella is.

Riley smiles and looks away, blushing. She takes Adella’s hand and leads her back to the room. Once that door is closed, Adella pulls her into such a deep, wet kiss that Riley shivers and struggles not to wobble on her feet. Her body can’t help but respond as Adella’s strong fingers caress and squeeze. Adella doesn’t take Riley’s clothes off; she doesn’t have to because Riley’s happy to do it for her. Heart pounding, Riley crawls naked onto the bed as Adella strips down. There’s a funny feeling in her core as Adella’s fat cock comes out of her underwear, quickly swelling up.

Riley’s skin is on fire as Adella rolls on a condom and climbs onto the bed.

Adella does not, as Riley expects her to, try to do it from behind. She climbs on top, seals Riley’s mouth with a kiss, and enters her with a heartfelt moan. The weight of Adella’s firm body feels as good as her thick cock. Riley’s body acts on its own, and she wraps her arms around Adella’s neck and her legs around her waist. Adella is slow and gentle, but her thrusts are deep. All Riley can do is pant desperately while her insides squeeze and clench uncontrollably.

Adella presses her forehead against Riley’s, and Riley rakes her back with her fingernails when she feels the condom bulge up inside her as Adella lets go.

The room spins as Adella’s weight settles. Her cock keeps twitching, and Adella fuzzily kisses her neck and groans, then goes fully limp. After a contented moment or so, Adella uses her hand to turn Riley’s sweaty face so that she can messily invade her mouth with her tongue. Riley runs her hand through Adella’s hair.

There’s a knock at the door. Adella stiffens, and her cock, which has started getting hard again, jumps.

“Riley?” Hana’s voice is a little muffled.

Riley rolls her eyes and stares at the ceiling for a moment. “Yeah?” she calls out.

There’s the slightest pause. “Do you want to have another drink?” is the reply.

Riley’s eyes widen.

Adella snorts. “She has some confidence.”

Riley blinks several times, a little reason returning to her lust-fogged mind. Adella strokes her cheek.

“Tell her to go away,” Adella says.

“That’s mean.”

“Oh, I see,” Adella says, smiling. “You like petite girls.”

“Shut up! I don’t want to hurt her feelings,” Riley whispers.

“What about my feelings?”

“Oh my god.”

“You know what she wants.”

Riley groans. “I know.” She pats Adella’s muscular shoulder, and Adella pulls out and sits up with a smirk. Adella whips off the heavy condom and ties it off absently, then tosses it aside with a glance at Riley’s hard-on.

“OK,” Riley says loudly. “I’ll get the door. Hang on.” She glares at Adella, but it’s hard to win a staring contest when they’re both hard, and the size difference is so obvious. “To be continued.” Riley extends a finger and moves forward to prod Adella in the chest, but their cocks touch, and she gasps. Adella smirks. “That look is not as sexy as you think,” Riley mutters.

“Yes it is,” Adella replies, grabbing Riley’s bare buttock and squeezing.

Riley jumps and moves her hand, face burning. “Behave.”

In reply, Adella leans in and whispers in Riley’s ear. Riley’s face turns several shades redder.