1, 6 + 2 = 9: On a 7-9, you have to convince them: They'll do it if you have sex with them. HAVE SEX

The 'encounter' roll represents teasing and manual stimulation which can/could avoid the need to go further on a 10+.

You rest your hand on the lap of the young man next to you on the couch. He shakes a little with surprise, but doesn't try to slap your hand away. On the contrary, you feel a twitch of movement against your delicate fingertips. You turn and look at this 'Jerry' next to you. He's average height, which is still tall compared to you, and has short-ish brown hair with a high forehead. Appearance-wise he is nothing to write home about. His head has just a hint of a potato-like quality to it that wouldn't land him on any magazine covers, and his square glasses aren't doing him any favors. His clear love of beer has left him a little on the stout side, though the thick muscles of his arms suggests he's a sportsman as well - perhaps that brutal ball-carrying game the young local wizards play against the school's ban on it... 'Rugby' you think it's called? Altogether, a terribly uncouth individual.

So why are you so excited?

Throughout your life, you've mostly seen mundanes from afar, when traveling on the roads going to and from your familial castle and passing through their towns on bicycles. You've struck up a conversation before, but they were always very guarded and suspicious - the village nearby your castle is more in the know than the mundanes of this island nation seem to be, and the locals that live in your family's shadow have at least some inkling that the nearby magical community (consisting of your family and four others) is best given a wide berth.

But these guys... they think you're one of them.

Your heartbeat quickens a little as you consider how odd it is. For most of your young life you have always been insecure about how your magical skill can measure up to others... how you can cow them, or impress them, or even intrigue them. Perhaps because the first lover you ever had, a little over a year ago, had been one you had to work and work and WORK at getting to notice you over a period of several years, only for him to toss you aside as soon as a different girl made eyes at him. You always wanted to be powerful and skilled, so you wouldn't be overlooked next time.

Here and now, though, that suddenly doesn't matter. Several sets of eyes are all fixed on you not because of what you can do, but only because of what you are. Magic is off the table. All you need to do is be who you are, and... they'll want you.

There is a gleam of nervous glee in Jerry's eyes as you escalate from rubbing that spot to undoing his belt buckle, and sliding off his denim pants, leaving him in a tight white pair of briefs.

"Oh you've got to be fookin' joking..." Kinzie's voice sounds annoyed as she observes what you're up to. "Right there in the open?"

You stick your hand halfway down into Jerry's briefs, feeling what he's got down there. "Unless you object?" you say.

He shakes his head. The other three men go on making a racket. You don't understand half their lingo but the impression you get is that they are shocked, yet also encouraging. "Jerry you lucky wanker. Don't you ever say we never do anything you like again. Best be listening to my suggestions now, right?" Hugh says as you pull Jerry's pallid rod out of its hiding place.

Hmmm. You appraise the firm male member in your hand, feeling the stiff, throbbing excitement. Not as big as Tucker, but better than Alfred, and certainly better than whatever-his-name-was at the garden party. You have to shake your head - no, no, you were only asked to use your hand on him. Thinking about what it would feel like inside you is a risky path to go down.

Your pale, delicate hand closes around Jerry's cock and starts sliding up and down. "Hmm. I apologize, I am not very good at this." you say softly as you lean closer, bringing your other hand in too. You wrap your left hand around the base of his manhood and use your other to slide your fingers up and down along the underside, rubbing your thumb over the head insistently.

When you begin adding a little side-to-side motion, Jerry audibly sputters a little bit and shifts in his seat. "Oh, did that feel good for you?" you ask, your delicate lips showing a rare hint of a smile. As you speed up your motions you lean in closer and give him a kiss on the cheek, almost without thinking. Jerry's hand has been creeping closer to your leg and started creeping its way up from your knee. His fingers slowly brush deeper up your thigh and past the fringe of your short plaid skirt. He pauses each time after rubbing you a little higher on your thigh, as if expecting you to slap him or object, and when you don't, he ventures a little further... until all of a sudden three of his fingers are poking the surface of your snug cotton panties. Much to your chagrin it takes mere moments of those fingers rubbing against you before you are starting to dampen up against them.

And that's just the moment Milly finally gets back into the room. It looks like she didn't make much progress cleaning herself off, as she's still carrying her sweater vest in her hands. It seems like she noticed that her bra was showing and got rid of it - but, in the process, she also had to discard her chest binding, so she is awkwardly covering her chest with one arm, which makes it especially awkward when she holds up her other hand to change her voice. "Excuse me, Mr. Homeowner? I couldn't figure out how to use your drying iron, could yOOHHH MY GOODNESS!" she sees Jerry with his cock out and your hands wrapped around it and covers her hand with her mouth, a blush rising on her cute little freckled nose.

Ralph finishes downing a beer and walks closer to Milly. Closer... and closer. Her eyes flick back and forth between him and you on the couch. Jerry starts to pull his fingers away from you but then you brush your lower leg against his. "Nooo, don't stop," you plead seductively.

Milly visibly gulps as Ralph violates her personal space, putting his face close to hers. "What's the problem, mate? Your 'girlfriend' is just helping make up for the fact that you've been rotten houseguests. Bodging up the telly, bringing pets-"

"Pets? Wait, I'm confused." Milly says haplessly, focusing on that rather than the fact that 'his' supposed girlfriend was getting fingerbanged on the couch a few feet away.

"...and crashing in on me and my friends while we were trying to have a weekend off?" Ralph slides his hand up Milly's arm and grips her shoulder, making her gasp lightly. Then that hand slides up her neck sensuously. Ralph runs his fingers over the short-buzzed hair on the back of Milly's head. "You can't object if Franny there helps out one of my best lads with a case of the blues he's been having, can you?"

"Um...." Milly's breath is clearly quickening. "Why are you putting your hands on me like that? I'm a boy, you know."

"Oh," Ralph says, his voice taking on a darker and more lustful tone, "I thought you might like to watch the two of them having a little fun. Only fair, right?"

"Uh, I don't think I should let you do that. I really sh-EEEE!" The male-dressed girl yawps in surprise as Ralph spins her around in his grip until he's holding her from behind, one hand around her waist. Ralph pulls her into one of the adjoining chairs next to him, settling her bottom half on his lap. You stop jerking the guy on the couch for a moment, starting to get a little worried.

Normally, the sight of a teenage student being pulled onto a couch by a guy like that with lust in his eyes, while weakly trying to squirm out of his grip, would make one worry for her (or his, as the case may be) safety. In this case, though, if anything it's Ralph who is in danger, since his lack of magic rather changes the equation. Even a callow first-year like Milly could do terrible things to a person with no defense against magic. Your eyes nervously look at Milly's right sleeve where her wand is.

You clear your throat. "I am sorry, dear Miller. But you haven't been satisfying me lately. It seems as if I have to do all the work, and you don't appreciate me like you should. Do you think I didn't see the way you were looking at our host and ignoring me?"

Milly looks back over her shoulder at Ralph. Even moreso than Jerry, he looks a little rough around the edges, but he's exactly the kind of rough around the edges that drew plenty of female attention. He reminds you a little of your first boyfriend, in fact. The way his very short black hair is spiked up is quite exotic and unheard of at Boarbristle. And the short-sleeved polo shirt he is wearing was clearly selected to be tight around his broad chest. His slate grey eyes bore into Milly's.

"And so now," you continue, "you can't deny me a little while with someone who appreciates me, since we're stuck in this house for the night anyways." You half crawl over Jerry and begin pressing your chest up against him, though in draping yourself over him you make sure to leave yourself a view of Milly and (more importantly) Kinzie. Sitting sideways on his lap, you edge yourself forward so that you are now clasping his cock between your soft thighs instead of in your hands. This time, instead of just a little probing, Jerry slides four of his fingers past the bottom edge of your panties and presses them up against the smooth warmth of your slit, feeling the dampness on his fingertips.

"Oh my god," Jerry breathes heavily, "I can't believe this is... I feel like I'm dreaming."

Speaking of her, you can see that Jules, the black guy in the sweater, has gotten up close behind Kinzie and is whispering things to her, and putting his hand on one of her elbows. It seems your forward action has given these loutish mundanes the notion that they're entitled to put their hands on all of you. However, you can see that Kinzie has a look in her eyes. She leads her new admirer closer to the couch where you are... and where her wand is laying on the floor underneath it.

There's a cracking sound as another beer is opened. Hugh, the one in the suit jacket, the most conventionally handsome of the group, is the only one who seems content not to get grabby with a Boarbristle student. He is smirking with great apparent satisfaction as he takes a sip and watches.

Just as you're wondering what she's up to, Jerry grabs you by the back of your head and pulls you in to kiss you on the mouth. His mouth tastes like that cheap mundane beer. You feel your panties being tugged away. Rather than objecting, without even thinking you raise your hips up a little so he can pull them all the way off without getting snagged on his own dick. You hike your skirt up so Milly can get a good look at Jerry's turgid cockhead peeking out from between your thighs as you gently squeeze him, reaching backwards over your own shoulders to put your arms around his neck as you sit facing away from him. His fingers are completely inside you now.

And you aren't the only one. Ralph has been softly whispering things to Milly that you can't make out, except to tell that whatever it is, it's making her eyes go wide.

Lowering her arm, Milly clears her throat and speaks in her higher pitched natural, un-altered voice. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ralph. Sorry for trying to trick you like this. You were just so big and intimidating, and, I just didn't trust myself not to do something embarrassing around you or your friends."

Even as she's speaking, Ralph is pulling Milly's left arm away from her chest and undoing the buttons on her dress shirt, one by one. Soon it's unbuttoned halfway down and one of his hands slips in. Milly gasps, but doesn't object, as one of his big clumsy hands closes around the tall freckled redhead's pale bosoms.

You gulp as you see Milly's shirt opened at the top so her swaying breasts can be seen. She is tiny compared to some students (let alone teachers) but still more than enough to make you feel inadequate, as always. Even if you end up having sex here you don't want the likes of Kinzie to see anything she can make fun of.

Sex... that word just leaped into your mind, though it's understandable given the circumstances. You got so wound up by Milly's inept efforts a little while ago that the equally clumsy touch of Jerry's fingers is making you want more. It is, after all, necessary to keep these guys distracted from the scandalous circumstances without the use of magic, is it not? And now you... and Milly and Kinzie you guess... can rely completely on a type of magic is natural to you, no wands or witchcraft required.

Milly isn't saying much, but she isn't saying 'no' or trying to get out of Ralph's grip, either. And he is clearly the leceherous type to take a mile when given an inch, because it isn't long before his hand is undoing the belt of Milly's pants and sliding past her waist. Since it was a hasty spell, you're not surprised when a glance tells you that Milly is still wearing her usual panties underneath the slacks. She begins moaning softly and nibbling on her fingers.

"Hah," Ralph looms over her and speaks close to her ear. "I can feel how excited you're getting. And don't worry about any trick. You're perfect just like this." he runs his tongue along Milly's neck and up to her cheek, which makes her gasp and writhe against him.

"Mmm, Jerry..." you say softly, "you don't have a girlfriend, do you? Anyone who'd be mad at you if we went further? I can't count on everyone being so open-minded as my Miller."

"No, I can't seem to find the right one. Or perhaps my game isn't up to snuff." Jerry says, grinning self-consciously as he rests a hand on your shoulder and starts rubbing.

"You feel so tight and wet, Fran..." Jerry murmurs as he sticks his fingers further up you, sending shivers up your spine as you feel his knuckles dragging against the sensitive lips of your pussy. "I hope I'm not being too forward but I want to taste it."