Charlotte smirks, and types another message while Riley keeps watching her.
'I want you.'
Riley looks down as her phone buzzes again and this time Charlotte catches her slamming her thighs together, nervously looking around to see if anyone notices whatever those texts are doing to her. She grips the edge of the bed with her left hand, looks down at her phone again and starts typing with the right, but then she stops herself halfway through and stands up.
Charlotte feels her heart hammer inside her chest as Riley strides up to her. When she’s close enough for them to speak, neither woman says anything. Riley just stands there, looking Charlotte up and down with a hungry expression in her eyes.
Eventually, she sits down on the far end of Charlotte’s lounger, leaning back on her hands, maintaining eye contact.
At first, Charlotte finds it frustrating, the way she just sits without saying anything. But then she realizes what Riley’s doing: she’s trying to find any reservations, any sense of pressure or impatience, any hesitation in Charlotte’s eyes.
That’s when Charlotte’s own demeanor shifts from expectant to determined. She narrows her eyes as one side of her mouth curls up, and she gives her a miniscule nod.
Holding her breath while she waits for a response, she watches Riley fight her own battles behind her eyes until eventually she returns both the smile and the nod. Charlotte breathes out shakily.
“Tonight,” Riley whispers, reaching out to playfully tickle Charlotte’s ankle and calf with the pads of her fingers, making her leg twitch. “After dinner, we go to our own rooms. I’ll give us twenty minutes to freshen up. And then I’ll come to yours.”
Somehow, even now Riley’s words go straight to her core. She shivers and has no control over the soft whimper that leaves her mouth. Would it be inappropriate to just… attack her here, rip off that skimpy bikini, and kiss every inch of her skin? Probably.
Instead, Charlotte purses her lips and nods again. Riley smiles, gets up, and walks back to her own lounger, giving Charlotte a perfect view of her full, round ass that she kind of wants to set her teeth in.
Oh shit. Riley is going to come to her room. And she’s going to do things to her. If she plays her cards right and Riley makes good on her promise, she’s about to get her brains fucked out.
She’ll need an ice cold shower before dinner.
If she thinks dinners with the four of them have been difficult before, this one almost makes her want to cry, even when Riley is keeping her taunting comments to a minimum.
Charlotte mindlessly pushes her meal around on her plate, until Gabi asks her if she’s okay.
“Yeah, just not very hungry,” she shrugs. “I’m sure it’s the heat.”
When she looks up, she is met with a reprimanding shake of Riley’s head.
“Eat,” she mouths, and Charlotte can’t even stop herself from getting turned on by that subtle command.
“Is your mind somewhere else?” Gabi inquires innocently. “Or… with someone else?”
“Yeah, any hot Mexicans in your wedding rolodex?” Lou pipes up. “You know it’s tradition for the bridesmaids to get laid.”
Charlotte forcefully stabs her salad and shoves a large amount of food into her mouth. “No hot Mexicans on my radar,” she replies while chewing. “Way too busy making everything perfect for you.”
“Don’t be celibate on our account,” Gabi huffs. “God knows it’ll be a better day for everyone if you find someone to bang.”
And after a few more highly uncalled for comments on Charlotte’s sex life and mood, she comes pretty damn close to blowing the whole thing off. The only thing that saves the wedding in that moment, unbeknownst to thebrides-to-be, is the fact that Charlotte’s mind is indeed already elsewhere.
She excuses herself pretty soon after finishing dinner, buying herself more time until Riley will ultimately come knocking at her door. She tidies up her room—she’s notmessy,it’s organized chaos—and puts Shaky in his playpen in the bathroom, but not before showering his little head with kisses first.
She spends the remainder of the time looking at herself in the mirror from different angles, which isn’t doing anything to help calm down her nerves, but it does satisfy her need for control. She smiles at herself when she notices the light tan she’d gotten over the past week, making her skin radiate. Her semi-permanently flushed cheeks and her smile lines, which seem to have gotten a little deeper, make her study herself some more. She looks different. Happy. Giddy. And despite her age lines: younger.
Trying multiple looks to help her choose between putting her hair up or leaving it down, she eventually settles on up, freeing the access to her neck. Even though she’s wearing a light off-shoulder sundress, she’s showing a lot of skin. It’s a short dress; it reaches down just below the swell of her ass when she’s standing up. And when she’s not standing up… well, she’s sure Riley won’t mind.
A slight concern for whether Rileywouldmind, is the state of her body hair. She has cleaned up her legs and bikini line this morning, plucking stubborn stubble fromthe creases of her inner thighs all the way to the hollow of her knees, but what to do about the rest of it?
Charlotte lifts her dress and pulls the waistband of her panties out to frown down at the short bush covering her mound. Other than a quick trim for hygiene, there hasn’t been any reason to keep up with the aesthetics of that particular part of her body for longer than she cares to admit.
She glances over at her cosmetic bag, which holds her trusted razor. She only has a couple of minutes, but if she’s quick, she might at least be able to shape it a little. Her chest flushes when her imagination presents her with Riley’s grossed out expression upon finding out Charlotte isn't cleanly shaven, but she quickly blinks it away. When she imagines the alternative, the Riley in her mind mockingly smiles at her, pointing out the obvious expectation of sex.
Charlotte lets her waistband snap back into place and scowls at herself in the mirror. They are both grown adults, and most grown adults have body hair, whether they shave it or not. She’ll explain and possibly apologize when it comes up, and make a different decision next time if Riley so pleases. If there will even be a next time.
