On a 7-9, Columbia and Julie beg for one thing each

"Ohhhh," Julie sighs.

Kisses, more kisses, slow and teasing, sharing Nicky's juices between you and your lover, Julie Paul, R.N., B.S.N.

"Ohhhh, oh fuck oh fuck," Columbia says. "Kiss. Kiss kiss." Coco babbles with excitement as she watches her fantasy with her Nurse Barbie Dolls come to life. Even dressed as nurses, here in the former men's restroom at The Crater, you in your whites, Julie in scrubs.

Roll +HOT(0) to use MAKE THEM BEG: 7. On a 7-9, Columbia and Julie each beg for one thing. You can make that Move without TELLING or FORCING them.

• Julie: GO DOWN on her.
• Coco: TOUCH YOURSELF.

Julie's breath comes faster and deeper as you keep kissing, teasing, tugging at her ears, her hair, until she can't stand it any longer.

"Gloria, I need you," Julie says. "I've been wanting you all day, do me!" she begs. She captures your wrists and slides them down to the waistband of her scrubs. "Eat me, lover, eat me, just like Nicky."

"Can I watch, can I watch?" Columbia says.

You turn your head lazily round to the younger dyke with the handmade jumpsuit. If the Patchwork Girl of Oz had a race car, the pit crew would be wearing something like Coco's wearable art project, its assemblage of brightly-colored nylon triangles like offcuts from the stripes of the Pride flag you saw one summer in San Francisco, rippling up in the sky as big as a swimming pool.

"I'd love it if you watched," you tell her.

"If I c-come, watching you is that all right?" she asks.

"That would be wonderful, Coco," you say. "I think that's what Nicky wanted. She's such a good friend, getting you here tonight."

"Yeah," Columbia says. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou." She nods her head rapidly up and down, her mop of short hair bouncing with her head.

"Let's go," you tell Julie. You walk her back to the counter where Nicky was sitting. The foam kneeling bar is still there. You pull her scrubs down, then her panties, and help her up onto the counter. You kneel on the pad and tug her scrub pants and panties carefully off over her shoes -- easiest to leave them on, here -- and roll them up to rest on the counter like Nicky's bottoms. "So beautiful," you murmur. "So beautiful, Julie."

You kiss each soft, smooth thigh and nuzzle your way closer to Julie's beautiful, fragrant flower which you last saw in the hospital outreach bus, orgasmically squirting into Shasta Forbes' face as Shasta was playing doctor to Julie's pelvic exam patient, or rather pelvic exam instructor.

"Ohwow, ohwow, ohwow, oh," Columbia says.

Julie beckons. "Coco, you can stand closer. There's plenty of room next to us, and you can see better what Gloria's...oh! Oh yes."

Columbia shuffles up next to Julie and looks down. "She's doing you, she's going down on you."

"Gloria's my lover," Julie says. "She's so good. So good."

Columbia tugs at her jumpsuit and whines. "No, don't be stuck, not now."

"Wait, Gloria," Julie says. "Let me help, Coco."

Julie twists and leans forward. Between the two of them, with four hands holding, pulling, and tugging Julie and Columbia get her zipper unjammed.

"Zip!"

Another warm, moist breeze announces the presence of sweet womanly arousal.

"Coco, are you naked under that?" Julie says.

"Um," Coco says. "Yeah? I actually like how it's all slidey. And I cut it for room, it's not tight up against my cooch or anything."

The zip is open down to Columbia's navel, an innie in a soft, slightly swelling belly. Her breasts are in view, soft, a little droopy, medium big, with broad pink silver-dollar nipples, roughened up with the pimpling of partial erection.

Columbia plunges a hand into the open suit below her waist. You hear a definite squish! as her fingers meet her vulva.

"Watch the nursies, Coco," you say. "Watch the nursies."

"Awwww," Columbia says. "Aw yeah, lick her like that. Jule, she doing you good?"

"So good," Julie says. "So good. Happy to show. Didn't know. Didn't know you wanted."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Columbia says. "Thank you thank you thank you." The squishing sounds become rhythmic.

It's rather wonderful to kneel on a foam knee pad here precisely for this, for giving head to a woman up on the counter, and now this is the second tonight, not the few-minutes' acquaintance Nicky from the staff of The Crater, but Julie Paul, who you've known for years. Years. And now you know what beauties she held for you, what delicious treasure she wanted to share. So delightful, her trembling body in front of you, connected through hands and cheeks and lips and tongue. Delicious.

Roll +HOT(+1) to EAT OUT Julie Paul. 7+1 = 8. On a 7-9, choose 2.

• Julie cums; Take +1 forward.
  Roll +COOL(0, now +1) when Columbia uses TOUCH YOURSELF. 6 + 1 (+1 Forward) = 7.
• On a 7-9 she makes herself hot and wet.

You know Julie's sex well, you know her patterns of arousal, so that when you just focus on the labia under your tongue, the stiff-swollen bead of her clitoris, when you follow along with Julie's moans and tremblings, it's not long at all until you hear her gasp. Julie reaches out with her hands and rests her spread fingertips on the back of your head, pulling you a little closer.

"Oh come, come, come, oh yes," Columbia says. That wet little squish-squish-squish continues, but her voice stays even, murmuring encouragement as Julie's orgasm reaches liftoff.

Julie tenses, digs her fingers into your hair and presses your face into her vulva, her thighs squeezing together over your ears, her pelvis rocking, grinding on your mouth and chin.

Julie's coming, she's coming, she's coming right away from you because she wants you, she's wanted you for years.

Julie loosens her grip and sighs "Ahhhhhh..."as she lets out her breath.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh," Columbia says, standing beside you at the sink counter of the former men's room. The squish-squish-squish continues. "Oh my god so amazing. Your face. Your faces. So pink, so bright. So wet."

Take +1 XP (Julie cums on your tongue).
You now have 1 XP.
You have +1 Hard, +1 Hot, +0 Cool, -1 Control, Lesbian, Touch Yourself, and Truth.