Pip gets off, you're ready to go again.

Pipistrelle Clawson reclines on her bed as you stand nude next to her, one foot up on her bed.

"Oh, you lovely bitch, Woodbine," she says, stroking her fingertips through her lips. "Your gash looks perfectly obscene, so wet and red and open. Wank for me, do it!"

Your breaths hiss in and out. The wet sound of fingers on lady parts and an occasional moan are the sounds of the next few minutes. Pip's gaze goes from your face to your stroking fingers to your chest, where your nipples stand out stiffly on your small breasts.

You shift your weight against the awkwardness of the foot up on Pip's bed.

Pip gets a broad smirk on her face and slides closer to the edge of the bed. "Move your foot," she says.

"What?" you ask.

She slides the fingers of her unoccupied hand over your toes. "Smooth enough. Turn to your left and put your foot here," she says. "Here." She points between her parted legs.

You blink, but turn to your side and move your foot where she indicates. Pip slides down and takes your great toe inside her. Slick and warm inside.

"Oh, there, Woodbine, you're useful as well as decorative!" Pip says. "I needed something inside."

With everything arranged to her satisfaction, Pip rides your toe and her fingers, her eyes going distant and her face slackening with pleasure. Her mouth parts in a loose smile and her eyes gaze vaguely up in your direction. And then it starts with little, undulating waves of her hips, increasing in size and speed until she's panting, her long-limbed body thrashing atop her bed, taking her pleasure on your toe. There's a flash in her eyes as she reaches her peak. There. A thought flies from her mind to yours, dizzying you. You put a hand on the edge of her bed to stay in balance as Pip rides it out, until she subsides, trembling, to lie supine.

Pip's fleeting thought unfolds into an uncertain notion in yours. Your nostrils twitch at the grassy scent of male seed. "Did you just have a man, Clawson?"

Pip laughs. "A girl needs a bit of variety," she says.

"What will your grand romance think?" you say.

"Oh, he'll be alright," she says. "Have you never had a man? They're very simple creatures."

Another tickle at Pip's answer. Something, something.

"I had a few before coming to Boarbristle," you say. "They were fine chaps, very eager to please." You had a fine time round the summer bonfires. But none had caught your eye for more than a hasty, heated coupling at a harvest gathering, when, well, everyone in the village was doing it. And none had turned your head since you'd met Fay.

Pip laughs again. "Oh, you should have a man on your string, Woodbine," she says. "They are so eager to please."

You have it. Pip's hiding her lover somehow. They're still together, even though he graduated last term.

"Fay wouldn't appreciate it. And Lolo would hardly feel special," you say.

"Ha ha, you'd manage," Pip says.

"I do have courses, you know," you say.

"Oh, right, you're a merit student. Well, carry on, then."

"You insufferable swell," you say.

"Ah ha ha ha," Pip says. "Took long enough to get you to talk back. Now give me a kiss."

You withdraw your foot and bend over Pip's face. Her kiss is eager and full of tongue.

"I want you again, Morgan," she says. She giggles. "Maybe I'll make some more enemies, if I can win them over again like you."

Add +1 XP for Pip coming (HAVE SEX). Total 4 XP.
Mind Meld: You've learned one of Pip's secrets -- she's secretly still with her lover from last year.

You have a FAVOR from Pipistrelle Clawson, Minerval Prefect.
Your roommate Fay is your FRIEND and owes you a FAVOR.
You have a GOAL (-2 to AMBITION) to get Golondrina Redmoor into House Minerval.

Roll +CUNNING (+2) to HAVE SEX with Prefect Pip again.