A Competition

A/N I have gone back and added a few pictures to old chapters in this thread (2.2 and 4.1). Feel free to head over and look. I also added a character picture for Aisha.

“So, what’s this about a Game? I think James said something about it?” Isabella asked innocuously while the girls passed a janitor scrubbing the walls' en route to the blonde’s dormitory room.

Jenny smirked and looked critically at Isabella. She looked at the blonde and responded, “You heard that, huh? Well, it’s a competition of sorts.”

Slightly bewildered, Isabella questioned, “What does that mean?”

“Oh, honey… I almost don’t want to spoil this for you,” Jenny sighed, then quirked her mouth in a cute manner. Isabella patiently waited until Jenny continued, “We believe the world revolves around sex. Money, power, influence, or any other token you can think of are symbols of virility. All of mankind’s tools are designed to facilitate easier access to sex. So, we made a game to prove it. It’s our goal to try and ‘seduce’ people… The goal, whether successful or not, is to illustrate how easy it is for people to forget their ‘stated’ purpose and ‘fall’ to the seduction.”

Enormously embarrassed, Isabella fell into silence as they walked. Jenny tried not to look concerned as the silence grew uncomfortable. Isabella tried to wrap her mind around the concept, but she struggled with it on both a moral and spiritual level. Sex was reserved for married couples. Anything else was immoral and besides the potential physical consequences, the risk to one’s immortal soul was quite high. Why would anyone willingly engage in such risky behavior? And why did she find herself wishing Jenny’s argument wasn’t so logical and well-thought-out.

Soon enough, the room came into view. Luckily, Isabella had forgotten to lock the door, and they were able to waltz in. As the door opened, a whisper upon the wind spoke to Isabella:

"Don't forget to bring sunscreen, maybe you can get James to help apply it."

DC- 75

D100 + 6 =100

Perfect Success

Letting Jenny step first into her abode, Isabella had a vision: she was lying upon her stomach on a towel. Above her, the sun beat down, providing warmth and heat and good vibes. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing into the beach underlay intermittent seagull squalling and far-away voices. But that fell into background as she felt a shadow cover her hot back from the sun. The shadow smelled of man, and Isabella felt excited by the close presence. In that quasi-shadow way shadows talk, she assented to his question. Isabella nearly trembled in anticipation as she sensed his hands closing in on her shoulder. Then she felt it. Contact.

His hands rubbed sunscreen into her skin and shadow-her moaned appreciation. Time fell away as first her neck then her back were rubbed down. It reminded her of a filly getting rubbed down after a hard ride. Like a gentleman, the man resisted her ass as he massaged the sunscreen into her haunches, then her calves, and finally her feet. Ooh, she liked it when he squelched the oil, hot now, through her toes. Her core steamed and throbbed, and she silently commanded the shadow-man up. Nearly unable to form coherent words, she nodded in response to his second question. Both shadow Isabella and real Isabella moaned when he touched her ass for the first time. Time sped up as need built within her, building a crescendo that just before the peak-

“So, this is where you stay? It’s got that décor de starving student vibe going on,” Jenny joked, pirouetting to look at Isabella. Isabella laughed nervously, and the redhead poked her ribs.

“Yea, this is me… And some future roomie, not of my choice,” Isabella shrugged and coughed. Trying to cover her distracted state, the blonde walked over to her dresser and started rummaging around, and said, “I’ll be honest, it’s going to be nice sharing the room with someone other than my sister.”

“Oh? She a bitch or something?” Jenny jumped on the other bed and sprawled out. “Fuck, these beds are just as stiff as I remember! Uni really ought to upgrade.”

“What do you mean? I thought it was just fine…” Isabella trailed off, turning around and holding her swimsuit in front of her.

“Oh. Hell naw. You are not wearing that to the beach… Uh-uh! Nope!” Jenny held up her arms in a giant X.

“W-what’s wrong with it? Mom got this for me back in Wisconsin?” Isabella looked at the swimwear, examining it for stains or rips or other imperfections.

Jenny pinched her nose and let out a deep sigh of dissatisfaction. Out of the corner of her eye, Isabella couldn’t help but notice the sway of Jenny’s large boobs pushing the boundaries of her tank as her head lolled back. Creamy cleavage dared her to stare further.

“Look. Isabella. Of course, you can wear it. But it’s the absolute worst thing for your figure. When you hit the beach, that should be your place. Every man has a secret Baywatch fetish, and look at you. You put Pamela Anderson to shame! That thing is meant to hide you, not show or enhance you. Let’s break it down. It’s a single piece that covers your shoulders, your boobs, your stomach, and your thighs. And it’s navy blue. That color looks good on Navy SEAL’s and businessmen; not pretty blonde girls,” Jenny lectured. As she talked, she got up and grabbed swimwear from Isabella’s hand.

“But… I…” Isabella tried to communicate what she felt, but the confluence of emotions within her fought, and she couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

“Isabella, honey. I think I get it. I was born in Flanders, France. Modesty is hardly a virtue there. But my parents sent me to a preparatory school in London. Modesty is very much appreciated there,” Jenny softened her tone and led Isabella to the bed where they sat down, a foot separating them.

Isabella's Libido Increased by +3 (reward for a non-natural 100)

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