A smooth arrival, then down periscope in the driveway.

Roll +HOT(+1) to EAT HER OUT: 9 + 1 = 10. On a 10+, choose (up to) three:

• You eat her ass. That's gonna wait at least until you get Rosemary inside, or if she begs for it.
• She cums (+1 XP).
• Take +1 forward.
• She likes it (choose only if you dominated her).

You kneel on Rosemary's denim jacket by the open driver's door of her van. Her shorts and panties hang off one ankle, above her black high-tops. Her hands squeeze her bra-less breasts through her loose cotton blouse. Your face is planted between her legs, your nose in her red bush, your tongue between her lips. She's salty and slippery and sweaty and delicious.

"Oh God oh God oh God oh eat me," Rosemary croons. "Aw Deenie how did you get so GOOD!"

You pop up your head. "Giving back what I got from your gift to me."

Her experience. Her confidence. Her desire. She'd given you the best kick in the ass, that sex was good and that it was worth getting better at. Like winning the submarine races, that's what you were doing now.

The hell of it all is that you know pretty much what Bible verse Mary Forbes would quote for the occasion. Luke 6:38, God loves the generous giver. Give, and it will be given to you; good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, they will pour into your lap. For by your standard of measure it will be measured to you in return.

Running over, they will pour into your lap, Rosemary.

"Oh, more, more, more," Rosemary says. "Please, Deenie."

Sergeant Nadine Krieger has the conn. Down periscope! Dive, dive!

Lick lick lick lick lick lick lick, right on her bean.

Rosemary tenses against you, cups her hands around the back of your head, and grinds out a screaming orgasm into your face.

You lay your cheek on her bush and snuggle against her mound, feeling the aftershocks of Rosemary's climax. You wait until her breathing slows. She's still trembling.

That's a win for the first leg of the submarine races. But you have the new sex toys that just showed up in Mary and Brian's mailbox, and you want to try them out if Rosemary is game.

"Let's get you inside. C'mon." You pull her shorts and panties all the way off, leaving her in black high-top shoes and a loose cotton blouse, her fiery bush and swollen labia bare to the bright, hot sun. "C'mon, rockstar."

Rosemary giggles.

You sling the grocery sacks and mail-order sex toys under one arm and pull Rosemary vertical. "C'mon."

You walk your old friend and new hook-up, bare-bottomed, into Mary Forbes' house.

"My God, Deenie," Rosemary says. "It's...it's full of..."

"Yeah. Like I said. It's full of angels. But it's okay. Mary always says that God loves love. So that's our cheering section."

She giggles and leans against the wall as you close out the bright, hot day. Angels to the left, angels to the right, votive candles decorated with what else, angels. Angels on the ceiling. Angel magnets on the fridge.

You still don't know what brought Rosemary back to town and up on that bandstand. But you figure you can ask later.

You settle Rosemary bare-assed on a vinyl-covered kitchen chair and park the rest of her iced tea in front of her. It's beaded with moisture from halfway down to the base. Today's been a little sticky.

"Drink."

While Rosemary is slurping the rest of her tea through the melting ice cubes, you open your mail-order toy delivery. Yes. All here. And look who needs to get fucked.

You never expected that you would be giving it to Rosemary Bean. She was cool and sophisticated and miles ahead of you, beyond your years or hers. She'd always had a boyfriend, sometimes two. It was hers to give, yours to accept with gratitude.

"Is that a strap-on?" Rosemary asks.

It was your new new strap-on. Your other new one had been broken in when you were lucky that the Amazin Smiles driver who delivered it was Alice, a gal who'd been a year behind you at school, who you'd passed along a lot of Rosemary's sophisticated wisdom to. Alice had jumped at the chance for you to give her a quick bang in the back of her truck before she headed back down the hill. And bang indeed, she christened your detachable penis with as real a climax as you've ever seen at the end of a strap-on.

"What does it look like?" you ask Rosemary, holding it up, with a shrug for emphasis.

"Deenie, wow."

Rosemary used to be miles ahead of you. But you think you've caught up. Maybe even passed her.

Take +1 XP as Rosemary Bean comes on your tongue. Your have 1 XP.
Take +1 Forward on your next move.

Roll 2d6+Hot (+2 = +1 Hot, +1 Forward) to TELL HER you want to FUCK HER with your new strap-on: 10 + 2 = 12. On a 10+, she wants it, take +1 Forward to FUCK HER.

You have +1 Hard, +1 Hot, +2 Cool. -1 Control. Roll 2d6, +1 Forward, +Hard(+1) = 5 + 1 + 1 = 7.

When you fuck her, on a 7-9, choose 2.
/You fuck her in the ass. / She cums. / Take +1 forward / She doesn't scream, pass out, or get you in trouble.