ALICE Ch 72

Alice doesn’t know why she’s suddenly struggling so much. There’s been more time to think than there usually is. She locks the door to her room and gets a bottle of water, going to the window to drink it. Melbourne’s pretty at night, but she knows nothing about it. She’s traveled a bit now but still knows nothing about anything.

She’s not obsessed with Kylie. Not exactly. But things have gotten weird. How did this happen? There’s no mystery there.

It happened after they’d been working together for about three weeks. Kylie had been critiquing Alice’s form after some lifting, and she’d spilled her protein shake on her shorts. Not knowing Alice at all at the time, she’d been completely un-self-conscious about whisking those shorts off and doing their cooldown in just her panties: breathable cotton, bikini-cut, in dark green. Nothing fancy or provocative, but on a perky, cheerful, Australian blonde with a perfect body, that had been a test for Alice. A test that she had passed: she’d done the workout without staring too much, drooling, or saying anything stupid.

And when they were done, Kylie had put on some leggings and left.

Alone, Alice had sat and deliberated for a moment on her sweaty mat. Then, believing that she had privacy, she’d whipped it out and jerked it. Kylie had returned for her forgotten Airpods, and a cliched moment had occurred in which they’d both frozen: her staring and Alice holding an angry erection.

“I’m not a monster,” Kylie had said finally, blushing hotly. “Close your eyes at least.”

And with her eyes closed and Kylie’s soft, perfect hand wrapped around her, Alice had blown a gallon of hot cum all over her front, completely ruining a perfectly good FUTA workout tank.

And Kylie had been on her mind ever since. Kylie wasn’t helping; she obviously found it interesting to handle a big dick that happened to belong to a woman.

Kylie is engaged. She’s out of reach. Maybe that’s what Alice is struggling with. Formula One takes everything that she has out of her. It makes her wonder how many other things are getting away from her.

Slowing down and smelling the roses. Forget pursuing relationships; Alice doesn’t even know what kind of relationship she wants. Or if she wants one. There’s just a sense that she’s missing out. Slowing down. She’s a Formula One driver. Slowing down is the exact opposite of what she’s supposed to do.

She sits on the edge of her bed and opens the Diorgasm bag, which does not disappoint with its fanciness. Underneath some tissue paper, she finds a bottle of perfume and a silk robe with a handwritten note in French. A quick Google tells her that it says: Wear this.

Is this a test?