Ally always gave off future Alpha vibes. And she hasn’t really lost that.
It’s easy for me to submit to her. A lot like I did earlier tonight.
My body is still tingling at the memory. I’ve never come from only grinding against someone's thigh.
It was dirty, reckless, and I loved every moment of it. It feels freeing, making me feel alive. Ally just makes me want to live.
Grabbing one of my bags with my essentials off my bunk, which I’ll be making into a makeshift nest soon, I bring it into Ally’s room.
This place is big for what you would expect a bus to have.
She has a queen-size bed, covered in blankets and pillows. A lot of storage, and even her own bathroom.
“I made space for you.” She opens one of the closet doors. “You can put your things in here.” She points to the drawers next to it. “And some space for your clothes.”
“You really didn’t have to do that,” I insist, taking my shoes off at the door.
“Yes, I did. This is your room too. Let me know if you want anything changed as well.”
“That’s where I draw the line.” I raise a brow. “This is also your nest. I’m not changing shit.”
Her lips lift in a smile.
“What?” I ask, hugging my bag to my chest.
“It’s weird to hear you swear. I’m not used to it.”
“Oh.” I blink.
“I love it. It’s so fucking hot,” she laughs. “Remember when I used to try to get you to swear?”
“Yeah.” I laugh as the memory comes filtering back when Ally asked, “Hey Lulu, what does it spell if you take the t out of tuck and replace it with an f?”
She laughs, bright and sunshiny. “Listen. Teenage Ally thought she was being sneaky as fuck,” she replies, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it off over her head.
I watch, unable to look away, as she changes into her sleep clothes. I get a glance of her breasts. They’re big and full. My hands twitch to cup them, to play with her perky pink nipples.
“And it almost worked a few times,” she reminds me, snapping me out of my gawking. “But the closest I got you to say was shit, damn, or piss. Took a long time to get you to swear. And even then, it was rare.”
“Well, you should be happy to know I swear like a sailor now.”
“Mmmm,” she hums, getting into bed. “Does that go for in the bedroom too?” she asks, raising a playful brow.
My cheeks heat. “Yes,” I admit. “That’s probably when I swear the most.” I clear my throat, looking away from her as I pull things from my bag. “Turns out, sex is when I become a bit of a... let’s just say I don’t hold back.”
“Really?” She sounds excited about it.
I shrug my shoulders. “I let loose, and don’t think.”
“I got a bit of that today,” she says, and I look up at her through my lashes, a small smile as I remember cumming just for her.
All we did was hump each other like a couple of horny teenagers, and it was still one of the best moments of my life.
Better than anything I could have imagined. Now, I want more. No, not want,needmore. I crave this girl like she’s my next hit.
“Huh,” she says as I toss everything I need to sleep, including one of my favorite blankets and a pair of PJs, onto the bed.
“What?” I look up to see her holding my bunny.
