She’s a friend. ”
Ava’s still spitting fire, and I’m still finding it way more of a turn-on than I should. If she ever let her guard down and got laid, this chick would go off like a firecracker.
And suddenly, I’m determined I’m going to be the one to make her do it.
The fact that we’re not supposed to touch each other just makes it all the better.
“You didn’t say the girl you were meeting was crazy,” Kara says, turning her attention from Ava to me. “What’s her problem?”
“Excuse me ,” Ava breaks in. “I’m not crazy. Riley was just supposed to come meet me… alone. By himself.”
Ava suddenly looks flustered, and I realize she can hardly explain things to Kara without blowing our cover. And suddenly I realize too how weird this’ll look if the paps Coach said would be here have already arrived.
“She’s right,” I say reluctantly, turning to Kara. “Sorry. I should’ve said something. Why don’t you take off? I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Kara’s bright green eyes drift from me to Ava, as if measuring her up, before coming back to me again. “Do you have to?” she asks, her voice getting high and whiny in the way she knows I hate. “C’mon, Riley. Just dump this bitch. We could go back to yours.”
Kara’s eyes become half-lidded, and she seductively runs the tip of her tongue over her lips. Her hand slides slowly down my thigh, coming to rest just above my still-hard dick.
Ordinarily, I’d jump at the chance. Kara gives head like a pro. But now, the thought leaves me feeling strangely cold. The only thing that could turn me on right now is the idea of Ava, flushed, snarling, clawing at my back and coming hard on my dick or on my tongue. I don’t really care which one right now.
“I said I’ll see you tomorrow,” I repeat, adding a hard edge to my voice. Kara might be a friend, and she knows what we have isn’t exclusive — far from it. But it doesn’t stop her from getting pushy and possessive every now and then.
Narrowing her eyes, Kara shoots one last nasty look at Ava, before tossing her hair over her shoulder and marching off.
Thank fuck.
“Okay, do you mind telling me just what the hell that was all about?” Ava asks, her voice climbing several octaves over the course of the sentence, making me wince, and reminding me I’m far from out of the fire yet.
“What was all what about?” I ask, using the innocent tone that’s served me so well with teachers and girls in the past.
“Don’t play dumb with me,” Ava says. She looks strange as she says it — before I realize she’s trying not to change her facial expression too much, just in case there’s anyone watching. Which we already know there is. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. What the fuck made you think it’d be a good idea to bring Tits McGee with you? You didn’t think for one second it might look weird?”
I just shrug. “I ran into her after training,” I say, and it’s true. “She offered to walk with me, and I took her up on it. What’s the problem?”
Ava scoffs. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone actually scoff before. “Yeah, right. So you’re telling me you haven’t come straight from fucking her?”
Anger rises in my chest. Anger, and something else. I don’t know what to call it, but I do know it’s making my dick hard all over again. “No, actually, I haven’t,” I tell her. “I’m not saying we’ve never fucked, because we totally have, but it’s like I said. I just ran into her, and we walked here together. Is that okay with you?”
Ava just stares at me. “You didn’t think for three seconds it might look strange, bringing another girl to our… our…”
She trails off, clearly unwilling to say the word.
“Our what? Our date? ” I laugh. “I hate to break it to you, but we’re not actually dating. This is just something your weirdo friend Murray set up. It’s got nothing to do with me. Purely an arrangement of
Ava’s still spitting fire, and I’m still finding it way more of a turn-on than I should. If she ever let her guard down and got laid, this chick would go off like a firecracker.
And suddenly, I’m determined I’m going to be the one to make her do it.
The fact that we’re not supposed to touch each other just makes it all the better.
“You didn’t say the girl you were meeting was crazy,” Kara says, turning her attention from Ava to me. “What’s her problem?”
“Excuse me ,” Ava breaks in. “I’m not crazy. Riley was just supposed to come meet me… alone. By himself.”
Ava suddenly looks flustered, and I realize she can hardly explain things to Kara without blowing our cover. And suddenly I realize too how weird this’ll look if the paps Coach said would be here have already arrived.
“She’s right,” I say reluctantly, turning to Kara. “Sorry. I should’ve said something. Why don’t you take off? I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Kara’s bright green eyes drift from me to Ava, as if measuring her up, before coming back to me again. “Do you have to?” she asks, her voice getting high and whiny in the way she knows I hate. “C’mon, Riley. Just dump this bitch. We could go back to yours.”
Kara’s eyes become half-lidded, and she seductively runs the tip of her tongue over her lips. Her hand slides slowly down my thigh, coming to rest just above my still-hard dick.
Ordinarily, I’d jump at the chance. Kara gives head like a pro. But now, the thought leaves me feeling strangely cold. The only thing that could turn me on right now is the idea of Ava, flushed, snarling, clawing at my back and coming hard on my dick or on my tongue. I don’t really care which one right now.
“I said I’ll see you tomorrow,” I repeat, adding a hard edge to my voice. Kara might be a friend, and she knows what we have isn’t exclusive — far from it. But it doesn’t stop her from getting pushy and possessive every now and then.
Narrowing her eyes, Kara shoots one last nasty look at Ava, before tossing her hair over her shoulder and marching off.
Thank fuck.
“Okay, do you mind telling me just what the hell that was all about?” Ava asks, her voice climbing several octaves over the course of the sentence, making me wince, and reminding me I’m far from out of the fire yet.
“What was all what about?” I ask, using the innocent tone that’s served me so well with teachers and girls in the past.
“Don’t play dumb with me,” Ava says. She looks strange as she says it — before I realize she’s trying not to change her facial expression too much, just in case there’s anyone watching. Which we already know there is. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. What the fuck made you think it’d be a good idea to bring Tits McGee with you? You didn’t think for one second it might look weird?”
I just shrug. “I ran into her after training,” I say, and it’s true. “She offered to walk with me, and I took her up on it. What’s the problem?”
Ava scoffs. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone actually scoff before. “Yeah, right. So you’re telling me you haven’t come straight from fucking her?”
Anger rises in my chest. Anger, and something else. I don’t know what to call it, but I do know it’s making my dick hard all over again. “No, actually, I haven’t,” I tell her. “I’m not saying we’ve never fucked, because we totally have, but it’s like I said. I just ran into her, and we walked here together. Is that okay with you?”
Ava just stares at me. “You didn’t think for three seconds it might look strange, bringing another girl to our… our…”
She trails off, clearly unwilling to say the word.
“Our what? Our date? ” I laugh. “I hate to break it to you, but we’re not actually dating. This is just something your weirdo friend Murray set up. It’s got nothing to do with me. Purely an arrangement of
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