ALICE Ch 273

It’s Erica’s first time in bed with Val.

Val looks so happy. She’s lit by the TV as she spoons ice cream into her face. This is not exactly what Erica is used to with drivers who have just won a grand prix.

In bed might not be the right way to describe it. They are both on the bed, fully clothed, with pints of ice cream in hand. It appears that this is always how Val celebrates her victories.

“What are you staring at?” Val asks. Her eyes are fixed on the screen. Vin Diesel looks intense behind the wheel of a bright-colored car.

“You’re cute,” Erica replies.

Val glances over, then goes back to the movie and takes another bite. She keeps eating, then looks over again. A minute later, she looks at Erica a third time. “You’re horny.”

Erica licks her spoon. “How do you know?”

“I can tell.”

No, she can’t. She’s guessing. She’s correct, but that’s not the point.

The only way for Erica to keep her sanity is to have fun with this. “I’m always horny for you, Val.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Mmm.” Val keeps eating. After about thirty seconds, for no apparent reason, she turns her head and offers her lips. “You can kiss me. I taste like Chunky Monkey.”

“That is the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Yes.” Val makes a kissy noise.

Erica leans in and goes for it. To her surprise and relief, Val kisses her back. She’s not exactly the most participatory… but at least it’s not like kissing a statue.

“Mmm.” Erica leans in deeper to cup Val’s face with her hand.

Val pulls away.

“You’re horny,” she says.

“We covered that.”

Val stares at her, unblinking. “I don’t feel like having sex,” she announces.

Erica takes that well. She nods.

“I mean, look at me,” Val gestures toward herself with the spoon. She has dripped a little ice cream on her shirt.

“I will lick that ice cream off you. Every inch of you.” Erica is not joking.

“Ew. Here.” Val dips in and plants a weird little kiss on Erica’s neck. It is bizarrely stimulating. Erica shifts slightly with a grunt.

“Oh. You OK? Something going on down here?” Val peers at Erica’s groin.

For the record, Erica is not hard. It’s only half.

“A little,” she admits.

Val looks sympathetic. “Poor little guy. Now I feel bad.”

“Little guy?”

Val puts her ice cream aside and extends one finger, poking the fly of Erica’s jeans.

“Sorry, little guy,” she says.

“Don’t call it that.”

“Why not?”

Erica hesitates. “You’ll hurt his feelings.”

Val’s expression softens further. “OK. I’ll help.”

“What?”

“Come on. Let him out.”