SOL - You and Lara

You pull your arm free reflexively. You and Lara are alone in the locker room. Everyone else must have already headed out to breakfast.

Lara stands before you, still damp, but mostly dried off. She hasn’t done anything with her wet hair, and she wears nothing but a pair of white panties that don’t do much to contain her bulge.

“What?” you say defensively.

She stares at you intently, as though searching for something. You try to return her gaze, but you’re naked. It’s hard to stand up to someone like this. Lara is not as big as you are. She’s eight centimeters shorter and probably eight kilograms lighter.

But she’s confident. And hostile.

You might be bigger, and you might have enviable muscles, but you’re a lover, not a fighter. Prison toughened you up in certain ways, but it’s not like you were in there shanking people.

When she doesn’t say anything, you turn your back on her and go to your locker for clothes. As you pull on briefs, she finally speaks up.

“What did you do to her?”

You aren’t stupid. Last night, Lara at least tried to get intimate with Riley. Something must have been off, and Lara sensed it. She suspects.

You didn’t expect this, but at the same time you are not surprised. Riley isn’t the type to be good at lying or acting. She’s probably been acting suspicious as hell around Lara. She probably feels guilty. After all, she initiated it. Not you.

But you doubt that Lara thinks that. That part surprised you, and it would surprise Lara as well. It would also probably hurt. It’s one thing for Lara to think that you made a move when Riley was ****, but if she were to find out that Riley came to you?

You take a breath and make up your mind. You aren’t going to admit to anything, but you aren’t going to fool Lara. Like Riley, you are not an actress.

You put on a confident smirk and shrug at her.

Lara narrows her eyes and crosses the room to you.

“Are we going to fight?” you ask.

“I don’t want to fight,” she tells you tightly. “I want to be able to look away for five minutes without you trying to…” She doesn’t finish the sentence. What would she say? Steal her girl? That’s what she means.

“Try to what?” you say.

“You know what,” she replies.

“She’s an adult.”

“She’s a horny virgin,” Lara bites out angrily, lowering her voice. But you get it. You know exactly what she means. Even so, you have to take the shot when she gives you one like that.

“She’s not a virgin,” you assure Lara, whose face darkens. But she doesn’t hit you. Teeth grinding, she turns and stalks away.

“Don’t even look at her,” she warns over her shoulder, grabbing her clothes.

“Don’t leave her alone then,” you call after her.

Lara stiffens. It looks like that got to her. But she doesn’t reply.