Chit-chat on the way home to keep Rowan awake and in the mood

As you ride home in the borrowed pool company pickup, Rowan's head is on your shoulder and her eyes are closed, but her hot little hand is rubbing ever so gently and slightly over your cock. And there is definitely cunt on Rowan's breath. Whose? Not Charlie, you and she were busy, busy, busy. Maybe Sochil? Jessie? You don't think it's Mona. Rowan's breathing is slow and steady, and you wonder if she's gonna drift off to sleep.

At a stoplight, you mouth to Mona, She staying over?.

Mona gives you a sleepy nod. "Won't be the first time," she says. "Rowan, you're crashing with me. Um, with us."

Rowan hears her name and raises her head. "Yeah. Thanks Mona." She leans hear head back on your shoulder and goes back to her little rub, rub, rub over the crotch of your jeans with a little more pressure.

"I'll take the couch if that works better," you say.

"Whatever," Rowan mumbles. "Sofa cushions in the bathtub."

Rowan's a little over-age to be a garage rocker, you think, but if you were in her place, with the Bleeding Gardenias filling up a club with an audience full of moshing, cheering, sing-along fans, hell, you'd do it. Her chopped blonde hair has a nice smell, warm and sweet and a little spicy, like sage or the scrubby plants by the beach.

"Even I can think of better things to do in the bathtub," you say.

Rowan giggles. "Pee. Boys pee in the bathtub. The shower."

"I mean, if you want to see it, fine, I mean, I could. But I don't. Hardly ever anyway," you say.

Mona chuckles. "I've never caught you at it anyway, Joe," she says.

"So what do you do in the bath, Rowan?" you ask.

"Bubbles," she says into your shoulder.

"Just bubbles?" you say.

"Bubble jet," Rowan says. "Sends me to the fuckin' MOON."

"I'd like to see that," you say.

"Tough titty," Rowan says. "No boys when I'm riding the bubbles. Noo-ooh-way."

You meet Mona's eyes and raise your eyebrows. She shrugs. Rowan seems a little out of character, but you guess she's just tired enough to be loopy.

"We've got a shower massage on a hose," you say. You've used it on Mona more than once. When Mona gets close to getting off, she can't concentrate enough to keep it on target, so you've been her right-hand man.

"Right fuckin' on," Rowan says. "Mona told me. Haha, she said she tried it on you."

The heavy pulsations of the shower massage were tantalizing but just not enough to get you off. "Yeah. It felt like I was gonna come, but it just didn't get me there," you say.

"I bet I could do it," Rowan says.

"Is that how you get off?" you ask the sleepy, sweaty, cunt-breathed rocker babe rubbing your cock through your jeans. "Making guys come like they were girls?"

Rowan laughs helplessly. "Heeheeheeheehee, no, but maybe I should. I've got off more than once from guys sucking my dick on stage. Ask Mona."

"I only saw it once," Mona says. "Poor guy was gagging when Rowan got off."

"Didn't MEAN to," Rowan says. "But I was still comin', you know? And he got his chance after the show. God, was THAT a pounding. Sometimes I think of that guy when I'm fucking myself, you know, uh uh uh uh, in in in in, YAH!"

"When did that happen?" Mona says. "I thought you went straight home."

"Yeah," Rowan says, "He gave me a ride. There was just nowhere to go in that club, not even round back, so he nailed me in my actual bed, even. Uh uh uh yeah! Guy was really wiped, after. I think he slept in his car."

"In his car?" you say.

Mona wasn't kidding about Rowan riding men hard and kicking them out. At least she wasn't gonna do that at yours and Mona's place. You think.

"Aw, I woulda let him sleep over, but Tanith was on her way and I had to pull the sheets and air the bed," Rowan said. "And a lotta Febreeze or whatever that stuff is."

"So does now still count as after the show?" you ask Rowan, rubbing a finger over the back of her hand where it's resting over the front of your jeans.

"Mmmm," Rowan says.

"Is that a yes?" you ask.

"Yessss," Rowan says.

"That sounds like a good thing. You still feeling it?" you ask.

"Yeahhh," Rowan says. "Mona, you were right. But you didn't tell me how fucking pretty his dick is. Isn't it pretty?"

Mona laughs. "I dunno. Usually it's in his pants or under the sheets. Or kinda swinging around."

Mona sometimes jokes that you're a swinging dick. You think she's just joking anway.

"Or inside you?" you say.

"Well, yeah," Mona says. "Yeahhhhh." Her voice trails off into a low growl. You know that growl. Your cock twitches.

Rowan laughs. "Take a look sometime Mona. A real look. Joe has a movie star dick. A dick model dick."

"Don't give Joe more of a swelled head than he already has," Mona says.

"He ought to be proud," Rowan says. "Just look at it."

Rowan might be tired, but her fingers know their way around the fly of your jeans and whoops, you're out.

Mona plays along. "Well yeah," she says. "Joe has a cute one. I like it."

"You. Do. Not. Know. What. You. Have. Here, Mona," Rowan says, punctuating each word with a wiggle of your stiffening cock up. Her hand is warm and moist and her fingers just about close round your shaft.

"Well I hope I do," Mona says. "I mean Joe comes with my recommendation."

"Uh-huh," Rowan says. "And I'm gonna make the most of it. And what a wonderful it it is." Shake shake shake. Squeeze.

You're not afraid Rowan is gonna drift off to sleep. You're just hoping she's not gonna be too distracting while you're driving. Your iron will, or at least Fortune, is on your side and you pull up safely.

Rowan giggles as she keeps hold of your dick as you get out of the pickup. You manage to stay upright until you can get the key in the door, get all three of you in, and get the door closed.

"I'm crashing," Mona says. "Whoever wants the other side of the bed, don't wake me up."

"So Rowan," you say. "How are we gonna make this night memorable?"

"Maybe you want to get a couple more of those extra large rubbers?" Rowan says. "So we don't have to go hunting if we need 'em. Then I'm gonna put you to work, Joe."

"Yeah," you say. "Ready, set, go."

Rowan relents and lets go your dick so you can get things ready.

Roll +HARD(+2) to FUCK HER.

9 + 2 = 11. On a 10+, when you FUCK HER, choose 3.

• She cums.
• You don't cum. OR You're hard again already
• You fuck her in the ass.
• Take +1 forward
• She doesn't scream, pass out, or get you in trouble.​