SOL - In the morning

You wake up feeling good.

You’re alone in bed, naked in the sheets. The memory of last night is fresh in your mind. The vision of Riley walking away from your bed is there too. It’s not just bittersweet, it’s arousing… her wet thighs and round ass.

You do something that makes you feel like you’re an awkward, hormonal teenager again. You self-indulgently wiggle in the sheets, throwing them off your body and reaching down the touch yourself. You squeeze one breast as you stroke your cock, picturing last night.

“Mmm.” Your back arches off the bed as you pump a generous loud onto your bare stomach. “Hahhh…” You gaze at the ceiling.

You make it downstairs, clean and dressed, earlier than you normally would. Last night has made you restless. It’s a good memory, but the present is complicated. What’s Riley feeling right now? Did she enjoy it? Does she regret it? Will she pretend that it didn’t happen?

Bee is in the kitchen, making breakfast. Not very many girls are up yet. You find yourself eating scrambled eggs and sausages by yourself, scrolling idly on your phone as you sip hazelnut-flavored coffee. Not a bad way to spend the morning, you just wish that you knew where you stood.

More girls appear, but Riley isn’t one of them. That worsens your anxiety. The smart move would be to get on with your weekend. You need to get your hair done. You have shopping to do. You’re at the Lodge, and you have total freedom. You are not in prison anymore.

But all you do is sit there and watch the stairs. Bee comes and takes your dishes away, and that’s enough to make you get moving. You stand up and stretch, then go upstairs to get your wallet and things. You order a ride and head back down. Riley’s not going anywhere. You can… catch up with her later. If that’s what she wants. For now, there are things to do.

You leave the Lodge, going out into the bright, morning sunlight. The lake glitters and the trees rustle. After last night, all would be right with the world if things just felt a bit more settled.

A black car rolls up. Perfect timing! That was so fast.

The back door opens, and Lara climbs out, a duffel over her shoulder.

“Hey,” she says with a wave. She’s dressed for travel, and there are a few small bandages on her face. She looks windblown but radiant. “Congratulations on the win.”

You stare at her in disbelief and dismay. Then you realize that she means the match yesterday.

“Thank you,” you say.

She flashes you a smile and strides past. You turn and watch her enter the Lodge. As the door swings shut, you see her jogging toward the stairs.