AR - Together again

It also feels pretty good in Adella’s bed. Her warm body is on top of yours, and your clothes cover the floor. She’s deep inside you, and you claw at her back as she makes you cry out with every powerful thrust. Your legs are spread and your feet bounce in the air as she doesn’t let up. The moment consumes you, so you are not thinking about Adella’s neighbors.

Her arms squeeze you as she shoves in, then again, and holds it. You feel the jerking in her body and throbbing of her thick shaft as she lets it out inside.

“Mmm,” she says, the sound coming out as a whimper as she settles on top of you.

Panting, you lie there in ultimate bliss with her still inside you. She must have missed you, because it feels like pumped enough into you to fill a swimming pool.

“Oh,” you murmur, staring at the ceiling. She cups your cheek with her hand and kisses you on the mouth. “I love you,” you mumble sleepily, running your hand through her hair.

She slides off to the side, lying there gazing at you.

You look over at her and smile. Then you roll onto your side, trying not to think about all the cum running down your legs.

“I missed you,” she says.

“I know,” you reply. It’s still leaking out. “So. How’s it really going here?”

In phone calls and texts, Adella has to pretend that everything is perfect. She doesn’t want to upset you while you’re working. But her life has changed a lot, and while you can believe that she’s glad to be near you, you know that living in a town like Gurlberg and working as a trainer is not her dream.

But it’s only temporary.

She sighs. “What do you know about Free Gurls?”

“The bikers?” You make a thoughtful face. “Not that much. I always thought that I should try hanging out with them because everyone knows they’re gay, but I never did. I didn’t think I was cool enough.”

Adella gives you a pitying look. “They would be all over you, America.”

“Maybe now that I’m a celebrity.”

“Because you’re beautiful.”

“Stop it,” you say, reaching out and pushing her lightly. “You don’t have to flatter me. You can do whatever you want to me. No flattery needed. My mom knows them. She knows their boss.”

Adella’s face lights up. “That explains it.”

“Explains what?”

“They asked me to coach a football team,” Adella says with a sigh. “Something indoors?”

“Oh my gosh,” you burst out. “No kidding? They’re bringing it back? At the church gym?”

Adella nods.

“That is so cool! I played in that when I was a kid.”

“I don’t understand it,” Adella admits, looking sheepish.

“It’s simple. We’re a small town. We only have one private school. It’s the church. And then there’s the public school. There used to be a winter indoor thing where there would be a team from each school. Free Gurls sponsors it because the school has no girls’ soccer, and the church sponsors it because their school is too small to even have any sports. It’s pretty informal, but the grownups would get real fired up about it,” you say. “Mom probably told Stef that you were good at soccer. I used to love that. It got me into soccer.”

Adella sighs. “I guess I have to do it now.”