Natalie arrives home

The three of you get the same text all at once. "Be home soon," it says, with Natalie's name attached to the message. True to her word, Natalie comes through the door within a few minutes. She doesn't even have a coat, and she looks like she's freezing cold.

"You aren't even wearing a coat!" you say. "What're you thinking?"

"I left it at the bar," she groans. "I know, it's stupid. But the bar's closed and he didn't let me steal any sweaters." She pats the light dusting of snow off of her shoulders. Natalie is still wearing last night's dress, a low-cut black thing that goes down to her knees. She looks gorgeous, in fairness. You wouldn't have changed either.

Natalie is Native American, with that semi-tan skin and dark eyes. She's short, only just above five feet, but with wide hips and huge boobs. Her makeup from last night is a little tarnished, the eyeshadow and mascara smudged. No doubt she left some of it on her hookup's pillow during the night's activities.

"How was it?" Rainie asks. "Was he good?" She puts a plate of eggs and bacon down on the table for each of you and then sits herself down opposite Kayla.

"Pretty good," Natalie says, nodding. "Not mindblowing. There was a lot of trouble getting him hard at first. I swear, you guys, I was a porn star last night. I was blowing him, I was slapping my own face with my dick, lowering myself onto it. It still took us like a half hour to really get him going." She starts picking at the eggs. "Still, though, after that he was good."

"We were just talking about having a nice day in to ourselves," Kayla says. "How does that sound? Are you busy?"

Natalie shrugs. "I can make myself free," she says. "What did you have in mind?"

"Maybe drink some wine, smoke some weed. Do any of you have any suggestions?"