IR Day 19 - Part 13

This is the most happiness that Bella can have on an evening like this: studying in bed. She has Pocky and milk, and FUTA just posted a two-hour live stream of Moxxi and Lulu giving commentary on important plays from all three of Friday’s games. With them in the background it’s perfect. She kicks her feet idly, chewing Pocky as she reads about the Winter War and listens to Lulu making a respectable effort to sound as though she knows anything about soccer. Moxxi doesn’t try; she just says things like “Damn that girl is fast,” and “How does she run with those things?” She reminds Bella of Jolene sometimes.

Bella looks over at the phone when they mention Blue Team, but these gameplay clips on a phone screen don’t give her more than a glimpse of Adella. That’s OK. She smiles. She never thought that she’d care about soccer. And she never thought that she would be thirst-trapped by a marketing campaign, either. She rolls her eyes and turns back to her book, just to flinch as Jolene barges into her room.

Bella doesn’t even look up. She looks at her Apple watch instead. It’s almost eight; Jolene amused herself for almost three hours on her own. Impressive.

“Now let’s talk about Adella’s performance. Get ready for the slow-mo,” Moxxi says.

Bella’s ears perk up just in time for Jolene to fling herself on the bed, knocking the phone aside. Jolene rolls onto her back, picking it up. She’s still not dressed. She scowls and peers at the screen.

“More soccer?” she says brightly. As Bella is running out of energy at the end of the day, Jolene is full of it. “Oh, Pocky.” She takes the box as well, leaving Bella with just her textbook. Bella can’t see the screen. “Whoof. Look at the package on her.”

Bella’s teeth grind. Then she takes a deep breath and goes back to her book.

“I see why you’re so into this,” Jolene says, wiggling to get comfortable. She yanks the pillow out from under Bella’s book and stuffs it under her head. “Hot,” she adds.

Moxxi is talking about Adella’s raw athleticism. Bella desperately wants to see what’s on the stream. She stubbornly keeps her eyes on the book.

“Oh, did you see that?” Jolene asks, laughing. “Wow. How do they do that? Oh, hello, beautiful. Mmmhmm. OK. Where’s mama? Wasn’t she coming home tonight?”

“Tomorrow night,” Bella says tiredly.

The bed starts to move. She looks over to see Jolene stroking her cock, which swells rapidly.

“Did you see that girl at the Shell?” Jolene asks, her hand now moving rhythmically.

“Yes,” Bella replies, putting her face in her hand. She shakes her head and focuses on her book.