Act Casual

Bacon halfway to her mouth, Isabella froze. Her eyes bugged out and her brain short-circuited. Porn. If there was one thing known and understood to be taboo in the Kyvat household. No one talked about it. Isabella only remembered one lecture Father Ben gave out in Church a few years ago. One of the older girls had left the small town for Milwaukee. Turned out, she had turned to stripping and Father Ben had found out. The sermon was old school fire and brimstone, and Isabella trembled from only the memory.

“He-he!” Jenny laughed. She pointed her finger at a nearby table and said to her lover, “James, would you be a dear and grab our new friend a napkin? She got bacon grease all over.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude…” Isabella felt somewhat queasy. Just then, James stood up and a gust of wind kicked up, leaving a whisper in her ear.

“Porn isn't surprising, they sure are good at being hot in a... very tempting way... But don't think about that, it's just a profession. You're here to meet new people and make friends, right? Do that, maybe when you're friends you can help them find a less sinful job? Until then, act normal, quick! Um... ask them what that job's like?"

DC- 50

D100 + 4 = 56

Success

Momentarily distracted, Isabella only caught the tail end of Jenny’s tittering sentence. She remembered, above all else, her duty as a Catholic was to be bring sinners into the light. Perhaps God had placed her here for a reason. It was not her job to judge others. So, Isabella swallowed down her queasiness and asked, “Sorry for spacing out, I get that way sometimes. Do you like…?”

“My job?” Jenny smirked. “God, yea. Pay is superb, no one’s an asshole, and I get to have unlimited orgasms. The only shitty part is the constant testing and insurance, but what’s a girl to do?” James sat back down and handed a slim stack of brown napkins to Isabella.

Blushing from forehead to chest, Isabella stammered, “I-i’m sorry. Where I come from, this…” Isabella motioned with her hands to the couple… “Is, like, taboo.”

“Oh, honey! We could tell,” Jenny giggled. The motion did great things for her bust. She continued, “It’s part of why we invited you over. It’s a game the two of us play. However, can we make it up?”

With that, Jenny leaned forward, invading the blonde’s personal space. Isabella felt her heart speed up, and her breath get shallower. The girls stared into each other's eyes: one doe-eyed and the other downright predatory. Isabella couldn’t help but become hyper-aware of Jenny’s vanilla smell and her general presence. When the tension became too much to bear and Isabella unconsciously leaned forward, Jenny snagged the last bacon and sat down, winking.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it, you’re just too fun,” Jenny snickered. While Isabella temporarily lost the ability to speak, James crooked a finger and Jenny leaned over and kissed him again.

“Hmm, bacon flavored kisses,” James moaned when they broke. Looking back to Isabella, he apologized, “Sorry about the PDA. Jenny can get a little randy in public. What brings you to San Bernardino, Isabella?”

Grateful to leave the sexy talk behind, Isabella readily answered, “I want to become a teacher. Maybe at the High School Level. Really, I just wanted to see the beaches.”

“That’s cool. I think I’ve seen a handful of students arrive early, but most of them already lived around here. If you don’t mind me asking, why arrive so early?” James questioned, reaching over and holding Jenny’s hand.

“It’s alright. I come from small-town Wisconsin. My family didn’t have the money to spend on Friday or Thursday airfare, so they dropped me off early,” Isabella responded after eating half her eggs.

“Makes sense. Hey, before you finish, and I forget, take my business card; it’s got contact info for Jenny and me. Think of us as your elder siblings here at University, and this gives you some ways to ask us a question,” James pulled out a business card and Jenny snagged it. On the plain back, she wrote her number and a message, before handing it to Isabella.

Libido Increased by +1