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One of your semi-regular pilgrimages back to Old Ridge to hang out with the old crew encounters a pretty major snag while you're driving down. You're about to leave the interstate and start properly approaching Old Ridge proper. The roadside vistas, formerly decorated with rolling hills and dry farmland, are increasingly cluttered with apartment buildings and strip malls. Civilization, if you want to call it that. Rya's squished into the passenger spot, gently jiggling with every bump in the road and scrolling on her phone.
"Whatcha doing?" you ask.
"Just looking at porn," she jokes, then makes a quizzical noise as her phone beeps.
Rya brings the screen closer to her face and squints, before saying, "Oh no."
"What is it?" you ask, alarmed.
"It's the group chat. It looks like the group hangout for this weekend isn't going to work out."
You can't afford to take your eyes off the road, but press for more details, "What? What happened?"
Rya's phone dings repeatedly as a backlog of messages finally land. Her dark eyes rapidly flick side-to-side and she frantically thumbs at the screen to read the incoming messages.
"Uh, it sounds like pretty much everybody caught some sort of stomach bug. Maybe when they did that lake cookout last week?" Rya explains. "Sounds like it's going to get worse before it gets better."
"Shit," you say, sympathetic but also annoyed.
"We'll have to reschedule," Rya says glumly.
You drum your fingers on the steering wheel. "Well," you start. "We're already most of the way down to Old Ridge, and we've already got the hotel reservation, so we might as well try to make a weekend of it anyways. How about we swing by my old hangouts and favorite restaurants? Just the two of us?"
"Sounds good to me!" Rya says, enthusiastically leaning over to give you a peck on the cheek.
It's late when the two of you check in to your hotel room, and you're predictably starving. As Rya situates her suitcase and freshens up a bit, you're delighted to see that your old guilty-pleasure sleazy pizza place is still in business, and that they still offer delivery. You and Rya giggle mischievously and punch in an order for a pair of large, greasy calorie-bomb pizzas. Late night is the domain of cheap cheese and pepperoni in any worthwhile college town, so you don't feel the least bit awkward about making the order.
It's all you can do to not snatch the hot, soggy boxes out of the delivery boy's hands and sprint back to the room where a very hungry Rya awaits. The two of you waste no time in stripping off your clothes and messily chowing down on the decadent, cheesy pies.
When the feral pigout finally concluded, both pizza boxes were licked clean, your chubby bodies were flecked with grease, and your fat bellies were almost too bloated to move. Almost too full to fuck, even. Almost.
A bit later, you roll onto your side and groan in contentment, your body warmed by the day's indulgences.
"Man, that was great," Rya says, lying beside you in bed. She's panting and her face is thoroughly flushed.
You're similarly exhausted, and you steady your breathing as your pizza-glutted belly slowly gurgles and quiets down.
Rya nestles into the sheets and gently rubs her own mammoth gut, the motions slowly rippling all of her fat body. You gaze at her contentedly, then try not to laugh as she lets out a low belch. Rya giggles, and rhythmically wobbles her belly a couple times more, then belches again. She doesn't bother to cover her mouth either time.
"I love you, Rya," you say, feeling a little silly.
"I love you too, Anon," she says, chuckling.
She lifts her pudgy arms to rest behind her head, and her plump melon-like breasts gently slide down the sides of her chest. A contented hum seems to emanate from her core, and she languidly muses, "It feels so good to fuck with a full belly, even if all the jostling can be a bit uncomfortable."
You pat your gut, feeling your taut stomach under a thick layer of flab. Is it thicker lately, you wonder to yourself as you grab and knead your softness. Eh, who cares?
Laying your hand on the bed, palm up, you flex your fingers invitingly, wordlessly ashing Rya to hold it. She shifts, freeing an arm from behind her head and sets her hand in yours. It's just as chubby, soft, and warm as always, and pure happiness flows from the contact up your arm. You close your eyes, and for a moment you're content to just feel her, to bask in the simple joy of your best friend and your partner.
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The next thing you know you're groggily stirring awake with a rogue beam of sunlight in your face, and for a moment you're surprised to find yourself in a hotel room. The next moment, your brain switches on, and you smile as you wake up to face the new morning. Rya stirs in her sleep, her breath slow and even. You gently detangle your hand from hers and let your arm fall back onto the bed.
You blink your eyes open and sit up. Another thought manages to wend its way to your frontal lobe, prompting you to lean over and check your phone's clock. You're relieved to see that the two of you haven't slept through the complimentary breakfast. Yet.
However, as you checked the time, you also tapped on a surprise calendar notification that you had set precisely one year ago. A memory of setting the notification rushes back, but you press the thought aside for now. Instead, you nudge Rya awake and silence her complaints at being awoken by reminding her of the complimentary breakfast buffet awaiting in the downstairs lobby.
That's enough to get her moving. Slowly. Though soon enough she's groggily rolling out of bed and preparing herself for the day.
The two of you take a few fast minutes to clean up the slightest amount from last night's debauchery, roughly scrubbing pits and folds and wiping away any remnant pizza grease. Full showers were definitely in the cards, but food was absolutely first on the agenda.
Shortly after, you and Rya have found a cozy spot with a bench seat to accommodate Rya's enormous ass, and have swiftly deposited plates piled high with cheap but plentiful breakfast staples. You briefly regard your own stack of pancakes and muse on how much longer it'll be before you need a second chair or a bench like your supersized girlfriend. Rya digs into her food eagerly, and you take a seat across from her, sliding a plate towards her that's piled high with sausage, bacon, and something resembling scrambled eggs.
After putting away a few bites of butter-drenched toast, you steel yourself to deal with the day's potential twist.
"Hey, Rya?" You ask.
"Hm?" She replies, chewing thoughtfully.
You push an overcooked lump of sausage around with your fork.
"So," you start. "Today's the one-year mark of our arrangement with Amber."
"Yeah, I know," Rya says, waving her hand dismissively.
"Well, the other thing is Amber texted us while we were getting ready. I'm surprised you didn't see it." You reply.
"What did it say?" She asks absent-mindedly, chewing.
"She said that she's glad we held onto the arrangement this long, and that she'd like something special to mark the year."
Rya takes another bite of her food. "Special?" She asks, after quickly chewing and swallowing. "Like what?"
You pause, then decide to go for it. "I think I'm ready to see her face-to-face in person again. How would you feel about the three of us going to a buffet?"
Rya smiles, nodding. "That sounds nice actually. I think she'd love for us to come out for a visit."
"You're not upset that I'm ok with seeing her in-person?" You ask, pleasantly surprised.
"Honey, I trust you." Rya sets down her silverware and gently catches your fingers. "I trust you now, just as I trusted you for all the other steps we've taken for dealing with her. This past year has seen fantastic healing for you and for her. I think the three of us sitting down together and stuffing ourselves silly would be a great signifier that we've all turned the page."
"So we're cool then? You don't feel weird about this?" You ask.
"I'm cool. I'm proud of you. I'm glad to be a part of it.”
"Thank you," you reply simply. You and Rya share a moment smiling at each other, then you take a big bite out of some buttered toast. Filling your belly with a greasy continental breakfast definitely helps banish your nervousness. Rya, for her part, simply seems happy as always to be chowing down and unconcerned about any potential drama. The two of you eventually finish up and clear away your trash and dishes. Just before the breakfast offerings are closed, you snag a couple of muffins for later, and waddle back to your room.
"Ugh, I need a proper shower," you complain while stripping off your shirt. Rya giggles and comes up close, squishing her warm body against you. She takes a deep whiff of your scent and makes a pleased noise.
"Maybe I don't mind you smelling like a greasy diner," she giggles.
You grin and wrap your arms around her, squeezing her against your chest. "But the rest of the world does. But don't worry, oh kinky one, it's supposed to be pretty warm today."
Rya smiles and playfully pokes your belly. "Well, that's something to look forward to," she says with a laugh.
You finish pulling off your clothes then head into the shower. The water heats up with satisfying alacrity, and soon you're giving your chunky body a good and proper scrubbing. After your long shower, you step out of the stall and dry yourself off. Swinging open the bathroom door, you see that Rya is still sitting on the bed, looking through her phone. She glances up at you and smiles. "Alright, my turn," she says, rolling herself off of the bed with a grunt.
You shamelessly watch as Rya strips off her clothes. Her fat seems to spill outward when freed from her clothes, and she makes a point to wobble and slap her pillowy ass before disappearing into the bathroom. The hotel's bathroom door sports a full-body mirror, and you're suddenly staring down your own nude reflection. Feeling oddly inspired, you roll yourself towards the mirror and stand to survey your pudgy form. You definitely still have an overall sturdy "strongfat" look, but your recent gains aren't just in muscle. Your face is just that bit rounder, and despite your impressive bench-press max, there's some unmistakable softness over your pecs. Your belly has developed a prominent hang, and you're noticing the fat around your abdomen finally starting to encroach on your junk a bit. You suddenly feel the urge to feel yourself up and admire your new pudge. Reaching down for your plump love handles you squeeze them gently, feeling the jiggle of the soft flesh. Lowering your hands, you run your fingers over your fuller, rounder stomach, enjoying the squishy sensation.
You conclude that you need to revise your original impression – resemblance to an apprentice sumo wrestler pops into your mind and you just can't shake it. You flex and pose in front of the mirror, finding an appreciation for the sheer presence your body now commands. "I could get used to this," you whisper to yourself. "I'm certainly not about to diet..." You're so lost in thought you somehow didn't notice the shower turn off.
Abruptly, the door opens, and your reflection is replaced by a damp Rya, grouchily struggling to contain her vastness with an undersized towel. "You got a reason to be blocking the door there, sailor?" She asks sarcastically.
You shuffle aside. "Indulging in some narcissism," you joke, then grab your gut again. "I keep getting fatter... But is it weird if I'm starting to like it?"
Rya chuckles and shakes her head. "Nah, I think it's pretty hot. I mean, look at you! You're a big, strong teddy bear." She pats your stomach affectionately. "Besides, if it makes you happy, who am I to judge?"
You kiss her on the forehead, then she settles onto the bed and sprawls out to finish drying. As she lays and cools off you gaze at Rya for a long moment, water still beaded on her skin, face without makeup, hair a damp tangle. She's perfect.
"I'd rather be staring at you," you say.
Rya smiles softly and blushes slightly, her warm cheeks reddening further. "You really know how to make a girl feel special," she says with a giggle. "Come here, baby." She pats the spot next to her on the bed. You smile and join her, lying down beside her. Your combined weight causes the mattress to dip significantly, but you don't mind; it's cozy and comforting.
"So we've got some time to kill before dinner with your reformed ex. I want to get a little fancy, so that'll take some time, but not all the way into the evening," Rya says.
"Sure, no rush," you reply.
To kill some time you reach over and retrieve your phone, starting to thumb through news and social media. You're not really reading anything, more letting your mind ponder on the events that lead you to this point.
Rya eventually heaves herself out of bed, and you hear the whine of a hair dryer. She's going to need a long while to get ready, and like most guys, you'll be good to go after throwing on some clothes. As Rya works, you continue to tap at your phone, half-heartedly looking for something to fill in the day.
"Hey, baby, when's the last time we got out to a theater?" You yell over the noise of the hair dryer.
Rya pauses her primping and replies, "It's been a while. Is there a theater with big seats here?"
"Yeah, I know a place," you reply.
"Cool! I'm trusting you to handle picking a movie and getting tickets."
The hair dryer kicks back on, and you pull up the page for the nearby Stone Cinemas. You're dragged down memory lane as you peruse the current showings – neither you nor Amber needed their upsized seating, but she loved getting you to sit in the wider seats and fantasize about filling them up. You shake your head to clear it and return to the current moment. It hasn't been a great year for films, but you find a superhero flick that's been reviewing decently and call it good enough, pre-ordering some tickets for the early afternoon. You lean back on the bed, idly scrolling through your phone's social media apps. Rya's still working in front of the mirror, so you take advantage of the peace and quiet to browse through some more memes and gaming news. "Hey Rya," you call out.
"Yeah?" Your girlfriend is working on her makeup, so she doesn't turn away from the mirror.
"It says here that they're working on a mission pack for Disk. Apparently you're gonna be playing as one of the regular soldiers. Sounds interesting."
"Oh yeah? Color me a little skeptical actually," Rya replies, still focused on her makeup. "Being a badass seems pretty central to the Disk experience. But of course we're gonna play the shit out of it whenever it releases!"
"Guess we'll just have to see," you chuckle, already lazily moving onto the next meme or headline.
"Ok, how do I look?" Rya asks, and you glance over at her. You need a moment to process all of Rya's look and are surprised at how quickly she was able to work. Striking eyeliner really drives up the elegance of her vulpine eyes, and black lipstick makes her plump lips especially appealing. She also applied a small heart-shaped stamp to her chubby cheek, and with her hair in twinned ponytails she's a stereotypical picture of a cutesy supersized gamer girl. The rest of her makeup is subtle in comparison, and she's wearing a snug but properly-fitting purple T-shirt with an anime sorceress character across the front. The character is very fat, busting out of her cartoony robes presumably as part of an esoteric gaming in-joke.
You stand up from the bed and walk over to her, admiring her look. "You look amazing, Rya. Super cute! I love the gamer girl vibe," and give her a cautious kiss on the forehead.
"Thanks!" Rya beams, puffing out her cheeks in a cute display of satisfaction. "I was kinda worried about going too overboard, but you know, sometimes more is more!" She laughs a bit, her plump belly jiggling with the motion.
"Guess I should get dressed too, huh," you joke. "Are we planning on coming back here before linking up with Amber for dinner?"
"Yeah, I think we should," Rya winks at you.
You chuckle, and start moving to pull together an outfit. The "cute gamer" aesthetic isn't really symmetrical for a fat guy like yourself, so you just go for a comfy pair of jeans and a black T-shirt with your company logo. You take Rya's place in front of the mirror to quickly fix your hair, then glance back to see her sucking in her gut and huffily coaxing her flesh into a pair of jeans. Satisfied with your hair smartly slicked back, you wash your hands and say, "Yep, you still look good with pants on."
"Back at ya," Rya retorts and puts some last-minute touches on her hair and makeup. "You always look good to me, Anon." She smiles softly and takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Let's head out," you say.
Rya nods and the two of you waddle your way to her car.
The drive to the cinema is uneventful, though traffic was a bit heavy at a couple points. You get to the cinema just a hair late, but you flash your phone at a scanner and bypass the line. You're about to march right into the theater when Rya tugs your arm and points out the concession area.
"You don't expect me to go through a whole movie without snacks, did you?" She giggles. Your stomach grumbles in annoyance and agreement with your fat girlfriend, and you instantly cave. Even from across the lobby the concession stand is stocked to bursting with all kinds of delicious treats in colorful packages, with nobody in line ahead of you. Knowing your girlfriend's appetites, you request some popcorn, nachos, and two large sodas. As you're waiting for your order, you can't help but notice how the other customers react to Rya. Maybe you're imagining things, but it seems like Rya's catching stares from quite a few of the other customers, but you're not seeing any overt signs of disrespect. As your bounty of junk food is assembled, the cashier – a tall, lean blonde who's probably a teenager - says to Rya out of the blue, "Oh my gosh, I love your shirt!"
Glancing around, you spot the cashier grinning widely at Rya. "Thanks!" Rya beams back, clearly surprised but pleased by the compliment.
The cashier, named Melissa according to her name tag, presses on, "Do you play Clash of Champions?"
"Here and there. It's fun enough but it's not especially my thing, honestly," Rya replies noncommittally.
You're starting to get a little antsy about dawdling at the counter, but there's still nobody behind you in line and Rya's clearly having a nice moment, so you watch quietly and patiently.
Rya flattens out the front of her shirt a bit, regarding the fat sorceress character emblazoned on it. "I do watch some of the tournaments though, that's how I know about the Wendy meme. I just had to get this shirt when I saw it," she giggles.
Melissa nods excitedly. "Oh my god, yes! Feed Wendy, om nom nom!" Her voice drops low as she recites what must be a viral quote. You've never heard of this meme, so you continue your silent vigil.
A moment later, Melissa regains her cool and leans in conspiratorially, "So, keep this quiet, but MochaDot is my cousin."
Rya's eyes widen in surprise. "No way! He's one of my favorite streamers. He just seems really cool."
Melissa grins widely, clearly proud of her cousin. "He really is."
At this point a knot of concession seekers finally approaches your area.
"Aw, shoot," Melissa says with a frown.
Rya takes the hint and moves to leave, but Melissa briefly stops her, "Have you got a Friscord?"
"Yeah?"
Melissa gestures for the receipt, scribbles something on the back of it, then returns it to Rya. Your girlfriend shuffles away from the counter, and shows you the receipt – on the back is Melissa's username and a shibboleth phrase. Rya then places her hand around your waist and the two of you finally head for the theater.
"Wendy meme?" You ask Rya.
She giggles and explains, "So it was a really famous moment during a recent tournament final. MochaDot was playing as the mage Wendy and his team wasn't doing well, but they got some momentum back after a pivotal fight. MochaDot wound up snowballing really hard, and started smack talking that Wendy was eating everything in her path. Hence the phrase."
"Did his team win?"
"Oh yeah. The tournament coordinators were a bunch of killjoys though, and they decided that MochaDot had to pay a fine for quote unruly conduct. The fine actually kinda cemented the meme even more. It's so entrenched that the devs even made a special character skin where Wendy gets fatter as she gets more powerful!"
You muse, "Maybe I should start playing this game..."
"God, you're incorrigible," Rya laughingly scolds.
"Don't forget insatiable."
She pats your belly tenderly, then steers you towards the screening room, which you were about to blithely cruise past. A trailer for some loud and patently dumb action flick is already playing, but the seating isn't too full and there's an easy path to the bank of XL chairs. The two of you sit side-by-side on the plush recliners, and you finally dole out Rya's share of the snacks. As the booming trailer fades out, Rya swallows a bite of popcorn and whispers "So I'm happy to report that my hips aren't yet overflowing the armrests."
"What I'm hearing is that I should've gotten more snacks for my poor starving girlfriend," you chuckle back.
Rya rolls her eyes, but can't help but smile at your playful teasing. "Don't worry about me, we'll both make up for it later."
As the lights dim and the main feature begins to play, you lean back into the plush chair and rest your arm on the armrest behind you, draping it casually over Rya's shoulder. She doesn't protest or shrug you off, instead leaning into your touch slightly.
The film is definitely a franchise piece, yet another adventure for the already overexposed superhero Wi-Fire, but it's engaging enough and the characters are actually behaving in a fairly grounded way. Contrary to your expectations, the villain isn't some mustache-twirling maniac, and the film dedicates an entire act to establishing his character and motivations. He operates under the nom de guerre Aquila, and is actually from the same planet as Wi-Fire – it turns out that Wi-Fire is unknowingly a prince, and that the nobility has been astonishingly cruel and oppressive. Aquila leads a major resistance cell that's attempting to isolate the sadistic royal family back on the homeworld. You're immersed enough that you aren't even that bothered when you finish off your popcorn and some of Rya's nachos.
Come the final showdown on the screen, you're genuinely kind of torn, sympathizing with both the hero and the deceptively complex villain.
"You're a monster," Wi-Fire spits.
"I'm fighting for what I believe in! What do you believe in, Wi-Fire?" Aquila retorts, lunging.
The hero wins, of course (there's more money to be made), but the positive-yet-haunted final scene has you wondering if the studios are actually setting up some lasting character changes.
"A whole new planet in need of justice..." Wi-Fire says to himself, regarding the spaceship conspicuously left operational by Aquila's henchmen.
As the credits roll and the lights come back up, Rya nudges your side, "There's no post-credits trailers or anything, so we can go if you're ready."
You nod in agreement, stretching your arms and yawning as you prepare to stand up. "Alright, let's get going." You offer your hand to help Rya stand up from her seat, but she waves you off with a smile, rocking her bulk forwards and rising to her feet in one fluid movement. After the obligatory bathroom pit stop, the two of you are back in the car and returning to your hotel.
"I don't know what the critics were all hung up on," you say. "That was some genuinely good character drama, and not just for a superhero movie."
Rya chuckles softly, clearly agreeing with you. "Yeah, I think they were just looking for something to complain about. I mean, sure, it wasn't groundbreaking or anything, but it was entertaining and had some substance."
You check your watch. It's too early to rendezvous with Amber, but there's only about an awkward hour in the interim.
"So we've got a bit before we're supposed to meet up with Amber. Wanna go shopping or hang out at a park or something?" You ask.
"Honestly," Rya replies, "It's not that long, and it's hot out. I don't want to sweat off all my cute makeup. Is it ok if we just chill at the hotel? We need to get changed anyways."
"Of course, no problem," you say with a smile.
You hadn't particularly noticed the heat so far today, but just as Rya voices her concerns, the cloud cover seems to thin out. She finds a parking spot reasonably close to the door, but even that short walk has you feeling every drop of sun along the way. Rya can't be doing any better, and once inside you dart off to fetch a couple cups of fancy iced water. She drains hers in one fell gulp, visibly relaxing in moments.
"Thanks, babe," she says. "But if it's not too much trouble, could you get me a refill? There's a lot of me to cool down, y'know?"
You reply by presenting your own cup to her.
"Aw! Are you sure?" She coos.
You nod, and she quaffs the other dinky cup of water too.
"There's plenty more, and I don't mind playing delivery boy," you say graciously. You can feel her beaming at you as you return to the dispenser. A chunk of cucumber bounces amidst the introduced air bubbles. After sneaking a couple of gulps for yourself, you refill the flimsy cups yet again and find Rya leaning against a wall near the elevators.
"How about we head up to the room now?" You suggest, handing her a cup. "We can crank the AC even more than here."
Rya takes the cup gratefully, sipping on it as she follows you to the elevator. Barely one step into the room and she's already shimmying out of her jeans. You follow suit, stepping out of your own pants and tossing them onto the "laundry chair". Rya giggles as she sits down on the bed, her massive thighs spreading out to either side of her. You flop down next to her, and pat her doughy thigh adoringly. It's slightly clammy from sweat even from the brief outside excursion.
Rya whines, "It's already so hot. Definitely not going to be a fat girl summer."
"We could start hitting the local pool on the weekends," you offer.
Rya giggles, "The sun exists to make my life miserable, Anon."
"Sunscreen exists, and it'd give me an excuse to touch you even more."
Rya rolls her eyes but can't help but smile at the thought. "I do need a new swimsuit though."
She whips out her phone and opens up a shopping app, browsing a plus-sized swimwear section. "What I'd really want is something slutty," she says, tapping on a picture of a rotund model criss-crossed with tiny neon-green straps.
You lean in to look at the screen, unable to hide your excitement. "That looks really hot," you say, imagining Rya in such an insanely revealing swimsuit. "Maybe we could find something like that for you."
Rya giggles again and turns to you, resting her hand on your thigh. "Maybe for just us. But for a public pool, I need something with a little more substance. All my chonk needs some support."
She giggles at your disappointed grunt, but does bookmark a crimson mesh one-piece that probably wouldn't cover her lewd bits. Next, she swaps over to browsing the more reasonable suits, though she does stick with two-piece designs. Ultimately Rya doesn't commit to any purchases, but bookmarks an assortment of high-waisted bottoms in vibrant colors, plus a couple daring string bikinis. She pairs them with a range of tops, trying to balance showing skin while containing her abundant tits.
"They'll all be cute," you encourage. "You'll be the envy of everybody at the pool or the beach! I'm really glad to see you feeling good about yourself, y'know?"
Rya smiles warmly at you, her cheeks flushing a light pink. "Thanks, Anon. It means a lot coming from you." She sets her phone down on the nightstand and leans over to give you a kiss, her soft belly pressing against your chest. As you lean in to accept Rya's kiss, your hands find their way onto her soft flanks, gently squeezing and caressing her fleshy curves. She responds by wrapping her arms around you, her warm flesh enveloping you.
You pull away and look into her eyes, "Sometimes I still can't believe I met you through smacktalk in a videogame."
Rya giggles and presses herself even closer to you. "I'm the one who can't believe it. I was just a lonely fat nerd sitting at home, and then I met this amazing guy who loves me for who I am. It's like fate intervened."
You kiss her again, trying but probably failing to not pick up her lipstick. "You accept my flaws and indulge my kinks. And you're really fucking hot. I love you so much, Rya."
Rya beams up at you, clearly touched by your words. "I love you too, Anon. And I'm not going anywhere. I'm here for you, no matter what." She leans in and gives you a gentle kiss on the nose, her soft breath tickling your skin. A moment later though, she's squirming away from you and fanning herself with a hand. "Whew, speaking of hot, I don't want to melt away this adorable gamer girl makeup." Next, she purses her lips and makes a couple playful popping sounds, and says, "You should probably make sure you don't have any lipstick on you. Unless you're into that."
You chuckle and shake your head, "No, no lipstick for me. Though I do kinda like the idea of having a little mark of you on me." You give her a playful smirk before standing up, stretching, and checking your face in the mirror. Sure enough there's some dark pigment smudged around your mouth. Reaching for the faucet, you pause and call back to Rya, "I'm real tempted to leave it, actually. Make Amber jealous, y'know?"
Rya giggles at your joke and shakes her head playfully. "Nah, don't be toxic. We can be better than her, that's kinda the point."
"Fiiine," you concede and wipe your face clean. An alarm goes off on your phone.
"Shoot! How long did we spend shopping online?"
You quickly towel off your face, and dig through your bag for a pair of stretchy pants. Rya rolls into action too, quickly touching up her makeup and pulling on her own loose-waisted leggings. You fire off a text to Amber, not waiting for a reply before heading back out to the parking lot with Rya. The heat has noticeably increased, and Rya cranks her car's AC to the max the moment it starts up.