Back to My Old School

"Sure thing, Deenie," Trudy says.

Your old friend drops you on the main drag before heading off to something or other. You forget if it's her dental assistant job or what.

"Later Trudy!" you call, waving as she pulls away.

You wander over to your old high school campus out of curiosity. It shares the block and its outside athletic fields with the county junior college, so some people do the old Four to Six, going straight across the block and get their Associate's, or a trade certificate. Medical assisting, construction, welding, garden and landscape.

You didn't love high school, you didn't hate it, but you did spend a lot of time as the only high school girl in Gasoline Engines. Brian Forbes did you a solid, making sure you got in and could stick with it. Damn, what he said right before Brian and Mary left with the RV. I might have won. But then Mom might have sucked up all Brian's attention at home. Who knows? What a world.

Roll 2d6+COOL(+2) to STALK someone: 8 (+2) = 10. On a hit (7+), detail name, age, hair color, outfit and attitude, and on a 10+ you find them alone and ready.

One Page Engine: NPC generator.

4H Tradesperson (social), seeking QH escape (social), with a distinguishing feature of unusual equipment (KC: dignified, physical).

You never got to see much of the junior college side of the block. You'd shipped out to the Army, which was as good as any trade school as far as you were concerned. At least for being an automobile mechanic, for a broad sense of "automobile".

When you wander onto the grounds of the junior college, it looks like there's some kind of event going on. There's a bandstand set up, and they're welcoming a special guest up on the stage. A redhead with a gleaming electric guitar, a classic Telecaster or a lookalike. Is that? It is! Rosemary Bean. Rosemary! You thought she was long gone for good before you went into the Army.

Rosemary Bean is the first person who fingered you to orgasm, after you complained to her how you never had any fun on dates.

"Now you know, Nadine," she'd told you. "Make sure the guy treats you right. Find a guy who can. Or just take care of yourself. That's what a guy would do."

That was only her first lesson. After she decided you were a slow learner, Rosemary had pressed her boyfriend Andy into service as her teaching assistant, up to and including taking your virginity. You remember Rosemary's eyes gleaming in the darkness as she watched you getting off on Andy's dick, your fingernails digging into his leather jacket as he pumped you to a mind-blowing orgasm.

"Now you know," she'd whispered in your ear as you trembled in Andy's arms.

That was her parting gift to you, the night she'd left town. "She ran off with another woman," Andy told you. Two months after losing Rosemary, he'd moved in with a divorced mom ten years his senior. She got to keep Andy's mind-blowing dick and you got to keep his motorcycle and his leather jacket.

Up on the bandstand, Rosemary goes through a lively set of favorites, singing along with her shiny electric guitar. You didn't know she could sing or play, but you sure do now. She gets the crowd dancing by her second number.

She dedicates the fourth number to a special member of the audience. A Little Help From My Friends. She's staring right at you. You stand like a statue as she serenades you. "Hey, let's catch up after! You know who you are." The crowd hoots and hollers but doesn't catch you out.

Three more songs and an hour later you're in the girlfriend seat of Rosemary's van.

"Where are we going?" you ask her.

Rosemary laughs. "Somewhere we won't get interrupted. Where'd you like to go?"

"Well, I'm housesitting for Mary Forbes and..."

"Oh she's a legend," Rosemary says. "She seduced my mom at a Bible study group. I want to see her place."

You have +1 Hard, +1 Hot, +2 Cool. -1 Control.