Are you gonna let Coco watch you nursies get it on? Yes. (TOUCH YOURSELF)

"Are you gonna let Coco watch you nursies get it on?" Nicky whispers huskily. Her words are bold but her voice quavers.

"Yes," you reply. You hold the young woman in a gentle hug, standing between her spread thighs as she sits on the counter by the sinks, bare-assed from navel to ankles.

"Fuckin' A," Nicky whispers. "Wish I could stay. Bet she goes off like a jack-in-the-box."

Nicky pushes back, takes a breath, and giggles. "Sorry, Nurse G," she says. "I left a pussy print on your scrubs. Whites. I guess those are whites."

You nod. "Whites."

As for herself, Nicky's collared denim shirt looks a little rumpled and damp under the collar, and her face is streaked with tears, spit, and snot. Sex-wrecked. You're seeing that look up close on more women's faces lately.

"You're not sorry at all, Nicky," you say, smiling.

Nicky laughs. "Nope. Just being polite, Mom."

"Just for that, you get another kiss," you tell Nicky.

Nicky snorts. "Huh. Just like a nursie to grab a girl when she can't r...mmf!"

You stifle Nicky's reply with a close embrace and a firm, deep tongue kiss. Your breasts press together. She hugs back, moaning and quivering in your arms. Is she going to climax again?

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh," Columbia babbles from behind you.

But Nicky taps an open hand on your shoulder three times, pat-pat-pat!

"That's uncle, Gloria, she gives!" Columbia says.

"Hah, thanks, Coco," Nicky says. "I gotta run the mop, not be the puddle on the floor." She gives you a dreamy look. "I almost am, 'cause of you." She grips your upper arm. "Gonna let me down? I gotta get street legal."

A denim shirt and Doc Martens boots are legal, for sure. It's that extraordinary, prominent wet vulva with the swollen ruddy lips that wouldn't quite fly, even in the back alley.

Nicky jumps down and turns back around to the sink, turning the water on high till she has a steaming torrent, then adjusts it to warm. She has a cute butt, a little boyish, firmly muscled under the smooth curves of youth. There's splashing and soaping and more splashing and soaping. Nicky cranks out a length of brown paper toweling from the roll dispenser and blots hands, face, neck, and crotch. Down go the jeans, off go the boots. Nicky stands on her pants while she gets her silk boxers back on, then carefully wiggles into her pants, tucks in her work shirt, does up the button fly, and thrusts her feet back into her kickin' boots.

"Are you okay to work, Nicky?" Columbia asks, touching her friend on the shoulder with one hand.

In her wildly colored piecework coverall, Coco could be a harlequin or a pajama-clad clown or a recruit into an army wearing uniforms patched from rainbow parachutes, flags, and tents.

"Yeah, Coco, gotta get going," Nicky says.

Nicky's parting gesture is an open-handed slap on your buttock. "You show my friend Coco a good time, you hear?" she winks, slipping out of The Crater's former men's restroom to get to work before the lesbian bar opens for business.

Spend 5 XP and take the Character Move TOUCH YOURSELF.

You have +1 Hard, +1 Hot, +0 Cool, -1 Control, Lesbian, Touch Yourself, and Truth.

"Do you want a taste, Julie?" you ask your date. Your work friend.

"Yes," Julie says emphatically.

Your lover, after carrying a crush for years. Until now.

"Ohhhh," Julie sighs as you start kissing her with a face full of Nicky's juices.

"Ohhhh, oh fuck oh fuck," Columbia says. "Kiss. Kiss kiss."

You start slowly, teasingly.

Roll +HOT(+0) on Columbia and Julie (+1 Hot, -1 two girls) using MAKE THEM BEG.