“She’s different.”
I turned in her arms, giggling as I dropped my arms around her shoulders. “Your lips are so soft.”
One of the guys snorted, but Riley sighed. “Probably because I keep them moisturized with pussy.”
“Should I start putting some on my lips too?” I wondered out loud, making her smirk.
“We’ll discuss this in the morning when you’re sober.”
“Okay.”
“Are you ready for sleep?” she asked, taking most of my weight as I sagged against her.
“I’m tired. Can you tuck me in before you run off to chase pussy?” I slurred and her arms tightened around me some more.
“Don’t be silly. You’re bunking with me. Come on,” she replied, saying good night to the guys before pulling me into the hallway. The further into the house we got, the quieter it became, and I couldn’t help but giggle as I buried my nose in her hair.
“You smell good.”
“Thanks, Lou.” She chuckled, opening a door and locking us inside as she flicked a light on. “You always smell good too.”
“I do? Is that why you love me?” I questioned, collapsing on the bed as she laid me down. She was quiet for a minute before replying.
“What did you say?”
“Why do you love me?” I asked, shutting my eyes and letting her pull my shoes off. “Is it because I smell nice?”
“I love you because you’re my best friend,” she said with confusion as she turned the bedside lamp on and switched off the main light so she could climb into bed beside me.
“No. Youloveme,” I whispered, opening my eyes to find her frowning at me. I reached out, almost poking her in the eye as I cupped her cheek. “Like how Dad loves Mom.”
“Who told you that?” She laughed nervously before pulling back to yank her hoodie over her head and kicking her track pants off. “Someone’s teasing you.”
“You told me. You tell me lots of stuff when you’re drunk,” I informed her, snuggling into her side more. “You said you’re in love with me.”
She froze, her eyes watching me cautiously. “When did I say that?”
“Ages ago. You’re a really good kisser,” I declared, leaning closer until our lips were almost touching. “Kiss me again.”
“Lou…”
“Please.”
Riley
“Please,” Luna begged, my pussy clenching at her needy tone. I’d waited my entire life to hear her beg for me, but I didn’t think she meant it. It must have been the beer talking, and I was trying so hard to restrain myself.
“If I do that, you’ll hate me in the morning,” I whispered, her eyes filling with tears at my words.
“You don’t like kissing me?” Her voice cracked with devastation. Jesus Christ.
I gave her a smile before wrapping my arms around her firmly. “You’re the only person in the world I want to kiss forever, but I don’t want you to hate me.”
“I could never hate you,” she whined, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. She wasn’t thinking clearly.
“What about Stan? You know, your boyfriend.”
The cutest scowl took over her face, and I was so fixated on it that I almost missed what she said. “He’s tag teaming some bitch with his friend right now. If he’s mad about a kiss, that’s his problem.”