AR - Thirst

Adella hasn’t changed.

She’s all over you in the changing room, kissing your mouth and your neck. Her hands clap onto your booty and squeeze. You laugh but look around in panic. Adella is the same, but the setting is not. This is Gurlberg, not FUTA. There’s no one around, but…

Still laughing, you hold her back. “God. You’re like an animal.”

It’s no good. A moment later you’re naked in a shower stall with her.

“Oh!”

She pushes you against the wall under the water, pressing her body against yours from behind. She reaches around to grope your breast, rubbing her erection all over your ass. You can’t stop laughing, and she’s biting your neck playfully.

“OK,” you say as you feel her hand get to work back there, jerking her cock and rubbing it up and down your bottom. You can’t pretend it’s not a huge turn-on, but you are not going to encourage her. She needs to make this quick. You don’t want to get her fired. You bite your lip and enjoy it as she grunts and spills a hot load on your buttocks, then wraps her arms around your body and turns your face to kiss you.

She’s calmer after that. You get it. She’s missed you as much as you have missed her, and she just spent all day looking at and touching women in workout clothes. She was pent up. But even though she just came, her eyes linger hungrily on you as you dress in clean clothes after the shower.

“I’m hungry,” she confesses as she follows you out of the gym to your car.

“I can tell,” you say. “I’ll cook for you.”

“Really?”

Your mom went to work today, Kayla should be coming home… you can cook so your mom doesn’t have to. You drive Adella back to your house, where she sits at the table and watches you.

“This would be better if you were naked,” she says as you bend to get olive oil out of a cabinet.

“My mom and sister are coming back in like half an hour,” you remind her.

“They can be naked too.”

“Stop it.”

Your mom looks happy when she comes home and doesn’t have to cook, and even Kayla is hungry enough not to be annoying.

“Rumors about Winter Soccer today,” your mom says when you’re all at the table, eating. “Stef’s bragging about her hot new coach.”

“That’s us,” you say, glancing at Adella. “Ultimate soccer moms.”

“Cringe,” Kayla says, stuffing her face with salad and pasta.

“Well, the grapevine is saying that the church is insisting on some rules for it,” your mom says.

“Rules? What rules?” you ask.

“Like, the church doesn’t have heat in their gym. So they’re saying that the public school team can’t use the public gym to practice. Stuff like that.”

“Ugh,” you say. “But then where would we practice? We can’t use the fields right now.”

“You’ll have to find somewhere public.”

“Oh, shit. Officer Stark goes to that church. Public’s not good enough. We have to get out of town just to practice,” you say. “That’s so dirty.”

The church has its own playground field that they will be able to use, of course. Damn it, you thought this would be easy.