BR Day 14 - Being literal

You don’t pretend to be fancy with Beth, and she doesn’t mind telling you how the forks work. She’s not as worried as you about the stuff going on at camp, but that probably has something to do with her crazy optimism that never goes away. You’ve never seen her perkier than she is tonight, so clearly, Rebecca’s departure doesn’t bother her. She just sips her wine and looks across the table at you with this amused look.

“You know something that I don’t?” you ask her finally.

Blushing, she shakes her head, then reaches across the table to touch your hand. “That is, er, I trust you will join me this evening for a little…” she pauses dramatically. “Television and ice cream.”

“Is that British for Netflix and chill?” you ask.

“No, I was being quite literal.”

“Beth, I will join you for anything, anytime,” you say.

“Oh.” She looks moved. “I wish we could snog a bit here.”

You can’t. But you can in the hotel room that Beth reserved, an extremely fancy suite with huge windows and a view of the city.

“Let me change,” she says, pulling away from your lips.

Smiling, you go to the suite’s sofa and sit down. You didn’t go too far on lewd stuff. Despite everything going on, you still feel a bit frisky. Beth was so cute tonight, and sneaking a little action in at the margins of your full FUTA days isn’t very satisfying. But… you didn’t want to make this all about sex in case she was feeling rattled by all the changes at FUTA.

Looks like you worried for nothing. You have on a nice set of blue underwear that she’ll like, but you didn’t try too hard. It seems like Beth is the thirsty one tonight.

There’s a knock at the door. You start to get up.

“I’ve got it,” Beth calls out, and you sit back down, gazing at the pretty skyline. It’s so comforting to be with someone right now. You feel a sense of uncertainty about FUTA. If you weren’t with Beth, you would still be able to talk to Michelle… but you can’t hold Michelle at night or really tell her how you feel. You’re so happy that it gives you goosebumps.

Beth appears, walking around the sofa in nothing but a pair of lacy red panties and a matching red corset that makes her look like a pinup model. She’s holding two pints of ice cream. She snuggles up to you on the sofa and hands one to you.

“Told you,” she says, plunging her spoon into hers. “I meant it.”

“I’m not complaining,” you say as she picks up the remote.