BR - Bedtime

Beth is right. FUTA has made your life more complicated, but it’s also made it better. Annette ran the camp before it was FUTA; that’s where you met Beth. Being with her has changed everything for her. It’s because of Annette that you’re in this situation: curled up in bed with Beth, flipping through channels as you breathe the scent of her damp hair and feel the warmth of her body. The hotel room is dark except for the light of the huge TV.

“Is this the one where Angelina gets her kit off?” she asks.

“Dunno,” you murmur contentedly.

“Thought you’d be an expert on Angelina Jolie’s tits,” Beth says.

“I was more of an Emilia Clarke girl,” you tell her.

“Was?”

“Now it’s just you,” you say, rubbing her skin.

“Oooh,” she says, looking pleased. She turns her head to peck your cheek, then goes back to working the remote. She lands on another movie that’s just starting. “If you watch this one to the end you see Kristen Stewart in her knickers.”

You laugh. “Since when are you such a student of the female form?”

“Since I started dating a girl,” she replies.

“Did it awaken something in you?”

“I wonder. Should we do Kristen Stewart?”

“Um, sure,” you say, snorting. “Let’s do Kristen Stewart.”

“All right.” She tosses the remote on the bed and cuddles up to you. “She’s got short hair in this.”

“Does it work for her?”

“I like it.”

You watch the movie with her quietly for several minutes. It’s evident in the first few minutes that it’s some kind of sci-fi thriller, not a romantic movie. That’s fine. This is plenty romantic, and a part of you loves it that you and Beth are now so comfortable together that not every night has to be a fiery, passionate production.

“You remember when Rebecca caught us in the woods?” you ask.

Beth stiffens. “Right. Can’t believe we did that.”

“Didn’t you think she was acting oddly?”

“I dunno. You’re still on that?” She looks at you worriedly, then leans in and kisses you on the mouth. Very subtle, but you won’t fight her on this. Under the covers, her hand slides up your thigh to your briefs, then inside. She rubs your cock, which responds willingly. You’re hard in seconds, and she pulls it out and wraps her fingers around it, pulling lazily as she kisses you.

Well, you can play this game too. She eagerly rolls over when your hand touches her body. The movie plays on as you lie facing each other, her hand in your underwear and yours in hers.

You know how to win this unspoken competition, and you cup her face and kiss her firmly. She likes it when you’re strong and a little aggressive. That lights her fire, and it’s not long before her damp thighs quake and squeeze at your hand as you bring her off by teasing her clit.

She groans and presses her forehead against yours.

“All right,” she says, a little out of breath, giving you a push. You obligingly roll onto your back and push the covers off. You don’t want to make a mess on the sheets. She gets up on her hands and knees, firmly grasping your cock. She makes firm, unflinching eye contact as she masturbates you.

It’s good enough that she has to use four tissues to mop up the load that you blow all over your stomach. Once you’re cleaned up, she snuggles up to your left side, as always, with her leg over yours and her arm across your chest.

You stroke her hair and try not to think about Rebecca.