Julie comes, then comes again harder!

"Do me." Julie says. She tilts her seat back and relaxes, letting you do what you will.

The motion detector light over Julie and Alvin's garage goes out.

One nurse in whites with her hand down the pants of a nurse in scrubs, in the front seat of a parked car in the driveway of a house in a line of houses, all of them the same. What was that song, Little Boxes? But nothing is the same, not with Julie murmuring and urging you on.

Julie is moist to your fingertips, quickly growing wet with your touch.

"I feel like a silly little teenager," Julie says.

You laugh. "You're the real lesbian here, Julie. I'm the schoolgirl." You cup her labia, cherishing the sweet wet warmth in your hand.

"I-I'm not a real lesbian," Julie says, giggling. "Except maybe at work? I love Alvin and his dick. He almost has a split personality. He can think with his head or with his dick, but only one at a time. "Oh your hand is so warm."

"Fair," you say. "Vincent is always thinking a third with his little head. And his little head has been getting more of what it wants. I crave women sexually. More than anything. But I crave my husband more than I have for years."

Julie says, "Well, you just pressed your case that we are both disaster bisexuals." She sighs. "And lovers."

"Lovers," you say. "I am coming to like that word." You part her labia and dabble your fingertips inside.

Julie twitches. "M-my lover!" she cries. "Gloria, I wanted you so long. I wanted this. I wanted, ah, ah, oh, oh Gloria I eeeee...!"

You lean toward Julie and press your lips to hers to capture her scream of climax inside your mouth. Her knees jerk open, then press closed, squeezing your hand.

You had barely started. Julie must think you very special. You still your hand, not wanting to annoy her while she's keyed up and oversensitive.

Julie breaks the kiss. "No, keep going, keep going, Inside me, inside!" She brings her hands up to embrace you around the shoulders and kiss you, pressing her tongue to your lips.

You let her do what she wants with the kiss, moaning and questing with an eager tongue. It's enough for you to be close and to touch her warm slippery wetness. Inside.

Julie jerks a hand down from your shoulder and moves it between you, finding the opening by touch. Her fingers tickle as she slides them down under your panties, through your bush and oh! into your own wetness.

You lose your sense of anything but Julie and yourself, bent toward each other, connected by lips and tongues and fingers rubbing and pressing inside, by hot breath and moans that follow one upon the other, almost a song.

The second orgasm is mutual, catching fire in both of you in an instant, a thrashing and moaning wave of pleasure reflected to and through each other, bumping against softer or harder parts of the close quarters inside the car.

You come to yourself feeling magnificently wrecked, aching and tired but still thrumming with joy. You and Julie are slumped against each other. The windows are fogged from your breaths, just starting to clear at the top. It's a little cold.

"Julie?" you whisper. Your voice is hoarse. Your mouth is dry. Julie's hand inside your panties underlines the pressure of your full bladder. "Julie? Can we go inside?"

Add +2 XP.

You have 2 XP, +1 Hard, +1 Hot, +0 Cool, -1 Control, Multiple Orgasms, Lesbian, and Truth.

Roll +COOL (+0) to gracefully end the evening.