Week 1: Natalie's Date, Part 6

The quasi-throuple of Aífe, Mallory, and Natalie laid, stretched-out, on the picnic blanket, feeling sluggish and drowsy from lunch.

"This is no good," Natalie yawned, "we're gonna end up wastin' the whole afternoon at this rate."

"Tell me about it." Mallory rubbed her eyes. "The same thing happened on our date the other day. We ended up spending like a third of the date napping." She paused for a beat. "Though the cuddling was pretty nice."

"Yeah, you seemed pretty comfy with your face in my cleavage, Mal." Aífe playfully ribbed, enjoying another opportunity to force Mallory to blush.

"Even more reason for us to stop layin' around—" Natalie said as she made no effort to get up, "I can't just copy your date, Mal. I've gotta do my own thing or else everyone'll think I didn't try hard enough."

"I wouldn't worry about it." Aífe reassured her. "I know you put a lot of effort into our date today, and I really appreciate it. Everyone has, really. I had a lot of fun with all of you, even if it was pretty stressful and hectic at times."

"You know, I don't think we have that much to worry about on the originality front." Mallory chimed in. "Diona was telling me about one of the other lesbian seasons, and apparently, they pretty much got to the point where they were spending most of their dates... engaged in more intimate activities. The way she was talking about it, it sounded like it only took them a couple of weeks." She let her statement hang in the air for a few seconds, debating whether to continue her thought. She eventually let slip, in a quieter voice, "How long do you think it'll take our season to reach that point?" She panicked when she propped herself up and saw them both staring at her. "Not that I'm trying to push for that, or anything! It just seems like the direction the show is going to try and push us in!"

"Well, if Diona had her way..." Aífe paused for effect as she pretended to be thinking, "7 days ago." The other two couldn't help but laugh at how accurate her joke was.

The passage of time grew hazy as they laid there, each too comfortable and too afraid to disturb this moment of peace to move from their spots. Eventually, though, Aífe grew restless enough to force herself to sit up, sighing in resignation as she let go of the opportunity to continue lazing about.

"We should probably get moving before we start growing roots." She stretched. "At the risk of being boring, do you want to walk off some of that lunch with me?"

"Sure," Mallory yawned as she sat up, "not like walking will bore the audience any more than just laying around would. Did you have any place in mind?"

"Well, this spot is pretty close to the trail that leads to the lake." Aífe motioned toward the tree-line across the field they were in. "We can't exactly swim, but we can at least dip our feet in the water. Maybe play with a beach ball, or something."

"That'll be nice," Natalie said, making no attempt to get up, "we can say hi to the mermaids. Maybe they'll join us, if they're not busy. I've never had the chance to play beach volleyball before because I burn too easy, but the sun here isn't harsh like back in the real world—maybe they have the stuff for us to play a 3-on-3." After waiting a couple more moments, Aífe and Mallory saw that she still wasn't getting up, so they both grabbed a wrist and began pulling her up, themselves.

They enjoyed a leisurely stroll through the lightly-wooded section of the Lily Garden's grounds, Aífe craning her neck to see if Cecilia happened to be out and about as they passed the side trail leading to the chapel. After a short while, they found themselves approaching the lake.

"Weird." Mallory scanned the water. "I don't see them anywhere. Do you think they already went home for the day? Wherever 'home' is for them, at least?"

"Wait—I hear something." Aífe listened more closely, picking up on the sound of splashing and feminine voices. She looked over to where she thought it was coming from could make out what looked like ripples near the opposite side of the lake, by the cove where she and Mallory had enjoyed a very steamy moment during their date. "It's coming from over there, where we—I mean, by that neat little cove you showed me the other day." She wasn't sure how much Mallory had told Natalie about what had happened that day, and she wasn't sure how comfortable any of them were at the prospect of her describing the intense makeout session she'd had with Mallory.

They quietly made their way to the cove's entrance, peeking around the foliage to find a tangle of limbs and fins, flailing about in the throes of passion. It was difficult to discern which of the mermaids, if any, were truly on top or whether it was just a chaotic mess of bodies desperately seeking pleasure. The trio's eyes lingered on the obscene display longer than any of them meant to, though they eventually managed to tear themselves away before being discovered.

"I think they're busy, Natalie." Aífe dryly remarked, hoping her face wasn't as red as it felt.

"I'd say that's a fair assessment." Natalie agreed, turning her own blushing face away. "Maybe the lake wasn't the right spot, after all."

"Mhmm." Mallory nodded. "Why don't we try the pool next time? We might have better luck there."

As they awkwardly made their way back toward where the came, something by the laundry pool caught Aífe's attention. She walked over to examine the clotheslines where the previous day's laundry was hanging to dry.

"Yep. That'll do it." She groaned, her brow furrowed slightly as she rubbed her temple.

"What's up?" Mallory asked as she and Natalie caught up to the redhead.

"It's this." Aífe grabbed one of the freshly-washed bedsheets. "These are from my suite. You see how there are two sets of them? One is from Diona's 'surprise' yesterday. I had to have them changed early because they were completely soaked in her aphrodisiac. No wonder the mermaids were going at it like that—this was basically the horny version of a smallpox blanket."

They made their way back to the main section of the grounds in defeat, an uncomfortable silence hanging over them as none of them wanted to risk the others knowing how worked up they were from that display of mermaid mating. Sitting at the edge of the pavilion where they first met each other, they struggled to think of a way to spend the rest of their time before Aífe and Natalie had to adjourn to the Lily Suite for the evening, since there was a relatively awkward amount of time remaining. Eventually, it was Mallory who broke the silence.

“You know, seeing them kind of got me thinking…” She started before looking to her right and seeing Aífe and Natalie giving her the same look that they gave earlier, “again, not like that! I just—I know that you two don’t have a whole lot of experience with dating, and I’m kind of in the same boat. I’ve never been in a relationship with a woman before, and I definitely haven’t been in multiple relationships at the same time, so seeing them… it just got me thinking about the three of us, like how do we keep things… fair?”

“Well, for what it’s worth, Mal—” Aífe spoke up after thinking for a couple of moments, “You shouldn’t worry about being fair to me. I’m not in a position where I can dedicate all of my attention to the two of you. With the way this whole harem situation is set up, I have a responsibility to every one of you—I can’t give any individual person the amount of time and attention they should reasonably be able to expect from a lover. I’ll try my best, but you should definitely know that I’m going to end up slipping and letting things fall through the cracks.”

“Oh. That was…” Mallory was taken aback by Aífe’s response, “way heavier than I intended. I was just talking about physically—I didn’t want either of you to feel like I was being more affectionate with the other. I didn’t mean to make you feel guilty about all of that stuff. We only just started dating, so I hadn’t thought about anything that deep yet.”

“Oh.” Aífe suddenly felt quite silly, as valid as her statements were. “Well, I still wouldn't worry about it too much, Mal. Even if it’s just physical affection, I don’t think there’s much risk of me feeling too neglected, so I still think you should probably prioritize Natalie.” She doubled down, but Mallory still didn’t look convinced.

“Y-y’know—” Natalie chimed in, “if you’re that worried about it, what if we just promised that… well, that anything we do with one person, we also do with the other.” Her face was beet red as she suggested it.

“If you’re comfortable with that, I don’t think either of us would object.” Aífe looked to Mallory, and she echoed the sentiment. “In fact…” Aífe leaned over and kissed Mallory on the cheek, before turning back to Natalie, waiting for the go ahead. “As an example.”

Natalie leaned in and accepted the kiss on the cheek. As Aífe was pulling away, however, Natalie, acting on a split-second impulse, turned her head and kissed her on the lips. Once they broke the kiss, Natalie leaned across Aífe to kiss the wide-eyed Mallory, both her and Aífe stunned by the sudden forwardness from Natalie.

Natalie kissed the Mistress! +1 VP

First time bonus! +1 VP

Natalie’s first kiss! +1 VP

Natalie kissed Mallory! +1 VP

Let the Mistress watch! +1 VP

Current Score: 5 VP

With the second kiss finished, Aífe and Mallory stared at Natalie in bewilderment.

“That was unexpected.” Aífe struggled to think of a proper response beyond that.

“It was definitely surprising,” Mallory agreed, “but a very pleasant surprise. What made you suddenly decide to kiss us?”

“W-well, I—” Natalie fidgeted as she tried to put her emotions into words. “I knew I’d end up givin’ my first kiss to one of you, and it felt unfair to give it to just one of you, since we we’re talkin’ about fairness. I figured… this was the closest I could get to givin’ both of you my first kiss.” The other girls’ hearts felt like they might explode from the sheer cuteness, but they managed to keep their composure.

“So, did you like it?” Aífe asked, playfully bumping her shoulder against the blonde’s. Natalie silently nodded a few times, her face still bright crimson. “We have a little bit of time left until it’s time to head up to my suite—we could spend that time kissing if you want.” Natalie eagerly nodded, and Aífe pulled her in for another kiss.

The trio spent the next half hour or so locking lips, each learning what the others liked while making sure to not let things get too hot and heavy, since Natalie was still somewhat nervous and Mallory wouldn’t be able to stay with them much longer. Soon, a noise from their mirror watches reminded them to get moving. Once back in the lobby, Natalie and Aífe bid farewell to Mallory as they boarded the elevator, leaving Mallory standing there wearing a goofy grin and Natalie’s lipstick in several smudges across her face. Mallory began walking away in a drunken daze, and once she was sure that the elevator had risen enough for her words to be out of earshot, she raised her arms and cheered.

“I KISSED A FREAKING SUPERMODEL!!!” She jumped for joy, and dashed up the stairs so she could return to her room and continue her celebration in private (read: masturbate).

The wait for dinner was excruciatingly awkward. From the moment they’d gotten onto the elevator, having lost Mallory as a buffer, all conversation stopped and they found themselves back at the impasse from early on in their date. This time, however, it was compounded by the newly increased sexual tension between them thanks to their impromptu makeout session with Mallory. It was taking both of them a great deal of willpower to keep their hands off of each other as they sat on a couch that felt far smaller to them than it actually was. Aífe had turned on a rerun of some show that neither particularly cared about, and if asked about it later, it’s likely that neither of them would even be able to recall what was playing at all.

Slowly as it might have felt, however, time did move, and both silently sighed in relief that they’d now have food as a distraction. As Aífe was finishing setting the table, Natalie returned from the kitchen with… take-out containers, much to Aífe’s surprise.

“I wasn’t sure what kind of foods you like, so I went with somethin’ I eat all the time. I hope you don’t mind.” Natalie explained as she set down a variety of plastic containers. “Ember got everythin’ right, down to the containers this place uses. It’s an Indian restaurant that me an’ Lulu like. I swear—we must get this at least once a week. Are you okay with Indian food?” She only just now realized that it probably would have been better to clear the menu with Aífe before placing the order.

“Can’t say I’ve ever had it before.” Aífe admitted as she looked through some of the containers, picking up the one Natalie had set closest to her. “I’ve made curry before, but that was Japanese-style curry, which is usually a lot milder.” She took a hesitant bite… and immediately started coughing. Natalie rushed back to the kitchen, returning with a Styrofoam cup filled with mango lassi. Aífe downed at least half of it trying to quell the fire in her mouth.

“Pretty sure that was my lamb vindaloo,” Natalie grimaced, “it’s pretty spicy. Especially when you’re not expectin’ it. I got you butter chicken just in case you can’t handle heat.”

“Yeah,” Aífe wheezed, “not gonna lie, Natalie, I think I’m too white for that one.” She was taken aback momentarily when Natalie suddenly burst out laughing.

“Sorry,” Natalie said between the fits of laughter, “It’s just—that’s exactly what Lulu says when he eats something too spicy. I always end up sayin’, ‘I thought I was supposed to be the white one between us, or what am I so pale for?’”

It gladdened Aífe to see Natalie laughing like that. She could feel the tension between them easing again as they sat down to eat, now eating from the correct containers. Much to her relief, the butter chicken was much, much milder.

“Oh! I just thought of somethin’.” Natalie excitedly got up and began searching, quickly finding what she was looking for as she set a number of candles on various surfaces and lit them before turning off the lights and returning to the table. “Another thing that me an’ Lulu would do. We’ve both got school expenses, and rent ain’t cheap, either. Lulu’s smart enough that he got a pretty good scholarship, but I’m… much less so, at least as far as school and tests are concerned. This was a fun way to cut down on the electric bill a little.”

The mention of college got the conversation flowing much more easily, since they finally had a topic that was enough of a common experience for them. It was easy to keep things flowing—what classes either of them like, professors they do or don’t get along with, which tests kicked their asses—they had plenty to talk about. Aífe, in particular had a number of stories from her college theatre days, like the time her director browbeat some frat dudes who snuck in and messed with things on set while they were doing some initiation event, or the time that Aífe fell through the stage and injured herself because those frat dudes had moved a prop that had been covering a weak spot in the platform. This was the fastest that time had moved for them all day and, for once, they wished it was moving more slowly.

“You know, for all of the chaos, I ended up having a lot of fun today, Nat.” Neither of them knew exactly when Aífe had switched to using Natalie’s nickname—it was simply something that happened naturally over the course of the conversation. “I’m really looking forward to our next one.” She rested her head on her hand and gazed affectionately at her date.

Natalie suddenly realized what she’d done that was now causing her heart to start pounding as blood rushed to her cheeks. Her candle idea really was just something that she and Lewis would do back at home, but what was just a cute little tradition between best friends of incompatible sexual orientation turned out to be a romantic candlelit dinner when it’s a cute girl sitting across from her. And Aífe was looking very cute right now. And they way she was leaning forward was giving Natalie a very nice view of her cleavage. And, while Natalie was able to tune out the effects of her transformation while she had the distraction of food and conversation, she was very suddenly reminded of exactly what those effects were.

“W-wow! It sure has started to get late! Why don’t I go freshen up a bit before bed?” Natalie hastily excused herself, hoping that a shower would help her calm down, or if push came to shove, give her an opportunity to “take care of things”, as it were. She walked as quickly as she could without making it seem as though she were rushing, leaving Aífe sitting there, slightly bewildered.

As everyone was returning to their suites to settle down for the evening, Diona returned to find Elise, already dressed in her nightclothes, sitting in her chair and reading, just as she had two nights ago, and the night before that, and the night before that… Really, every night this week had seen her already dressed for bed and reading alone in the Sunflower Suite by 8pm, or so.

“Hey, uh…” Diona spoke up to grab the professor’s attention, “not trying to cramp your style or anything, but just how much time are you going to spend reading while you’re here? ‘Cuz it seems like all you do is sit in here or the library with your face stuffed in a book.”

“Don’t be absurd.” Elise tutted. “I’ve hardly spent that much time reading. In fact, I’ve done all sorts of things over the week. Just yesterday, while you were off doing who knows what, we all got together to play cards! Except, for Cecilia, of course.” She started extending her fingers as she listed activities. “Not to mention, my date with Aífe, though… I suppose we did spend half of the day just reading in silence—but we also practiced magic! Also, there was…” She paused, only two fingers extended as she tried and failed to think of other ways she spent her time, a look of shock and disappointment painting her face. “Oh my God, I spent the whole week alone, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Diona summed up bluntly.

“How?!” Elise stood up and began pacing. “I honestly don’t know what came over me! I’ve never been this lazy before in my life! I… I took naps! Multiple naps! I haven’t napped since Claire was a toddler, but I’ve taken three naps this week!”

“Whoa, there! Calm down, Teach!” Diona had to practically stand in Elise’s path to get her to calm her pacing. “This is your first vacation in, what—18 years, or something like that? You’re probably just burnt the fuck out, and needed the rest. You’ll be fine… well, as long as you don’t have a repeat of this week…”

“What does that mean?” Elise gulped. “What happens if I have another week like this?”

“Oof. Well…” Diona thought for a second about how to phrase it. “Let me put it in a way you’ll get—with a show like this, the audience will eventually stop seeing us as real people. We’ll just be characters to them, and, just like with any other show, they’re gonna end up assigning archetypes to us. Erica’s the sporty tomboy, Aoba’s the shy submissive, Cecilia’s the bitchy redhead, Mal’s the klutz, Aria’s the nerdy gamer girl, I’m the hot one, and Nat’s the silent beauty.”

“What about me? What’s my archetype?”

“Hate to break it to you, but at the rate you’re going, you’re the boring one.” Diona gave a dramatic shrug, sighing and shaking her head.

“The boring one?” Elise fell back into her chair, resting her head on one of her hands. “I’m not That dull, am I? I know I might not be as active or outgoing as some of the others, but surely I’m not the boring one, right?”

“Not yet, maybe, but that’s why you need to work on it.” Diona answered solemnly. “It can be easy to blow off the popularity rankings, since they only give BP—something that we don’t actually need to win, but you never know when you might find it useful for getting an upgrade. Not to mention, the showrunners probably aren’t super pleased with you right now. Who knows how much unusable footage of you they had to cut this week? They might decide to start giving you harsher TF options, and an audience that’s bored of you would probably vote for those options.”

Seeing the professor start to panic, Diona reassured her, promising that she’ll help brainstorm ideas for how to better spend her time next week. Elise eventually calmed down enough to spend the rest of the evening discussing her options.

While Natalie stood there, letting the water run down her back, her thoughts were a jumbled mess—none of those thoughts having anything to do with getting clean. Her heart was pounding in her ears as she went through the day’s events in her head—each memory of Aífe and Mallory looking at her stoked the heat inside of her. That heat had been building steadily all day, but it seemed to truly pick up speed after lunch. And now that moment at dinner when Aífe had gazed so warmly at her just poured kerosene on the fire. She would’ve stood there indefinitely had her body not moved out of muscle memory, toweling off and blow-drying her hair. All she knew as she was wrapping herself in a towel and leaving the bathroom was that she desperately needed relief, and she was certain her own hands wouldn’t be enough. She paused in front of the door to Aífe’s room, turning back and locking eyes with the redhead, still sitting there wearing an unknowing smile. Natalie didn’t get a chance to see Aífe’s reaction as she turned away and allowed her towel to fall, momentarily showing off her callipygean figure before opening the bedroom door and walking in.

Aífe sat at the table, dumbfounded and slack-jawed, unable to believe what she just saw. Still only half-convinced that she wasn’t hallucinating just then, she gulped before slowly rising and walking toward her open bedroom door. As she stepped inside, all she could see at first was an empty room, but just as she was ready to conclude that she’d been mistaken or fantasizing, a pair of hands grabbed her from behind—one around her wrist, pulling it up, and one placed over her womb. Natalie had hidden herself along the wall just to the side of the doorway, and was now pulling Aífe back until their bodies were pressed against each other with the back of Aífe’s head nestled into Natalie’s cleavage. Aífe turned her head back to look up at Natalie only to be met with her usual unreadable expression and hunger in her icy blue eyes.

“If you don’t want this, you need to tell me.” Natalie spoke at just above a whisper, her voice husky with need.

“Yeah,” Aífe was barely able to squeak out a response—her own pent-up arousal from earlier suddenly brought back into focus, “go ahead.” She looked away to hide just how red her face was. She didn’t want to admit it, but there was something thrilling about how forceful Natalie was being with her. She couldn’t say for certain whether she preferred this to the one experience she had topping, but this was definitely nice in its own way. She was shaken from her train of thought by Natalie spinning her around so they were face-to-face. Aífe didn’t have any time to admire the blonde’s beautiful naked form, however, as the hand that was previously over her womb was now holding her by the chin, Natalie’s thumb tracing the curve of Aífe’s lower lip.

“Tell me exactly what it is you want.”

“I… I want you, Natalie.” Aífe was made to admit. Natalie’s grip tightened slightly as she pulled Aífe closer towards her, bending down slightly as Aífe stood on her toes to bridge the gap between them. The blonde’s kiss was clumsy—a hungry and forceful kiss that lacked the technique some of the other women who’d kissed Aífe had. But what she lacked in technique, she more than made up for in intensity, and Aífe found herself steadily being pushed back toward the bed.

Once they felt resistance from Aífe’s legs hitting the edge of the mattress, Natalie moved to frantically pull at Aífe’s clothes, tearing off at least a couple of the buttons on her blouse before yanking down her skirt. As Aífe stepped to get out of her skirt and kick it out of the way, Natalie took the opportunity to push against the redhead’s shoulders, gently pushing her down onto the mattress—now nude, save her lace panties. Looking up at Natalie now towering over her, Aífe blushed and averted her eyes, overwhelmed by the blonde’s intensity. She bashfully peeked back up at the woman about to ravish her, her hand obscuring part of her expression, but leaving the crimson blush in her cheeks easy to see.

Aífe opened her legs slightly, an invitation for Natalie to come and take her. Natalie hooked her fingers into the waistband of Aífe’s panties, already damp from arousal, and pulled them away, revealing a cute slit that looked just as wet and needy as her own. She climbed onto the bed, spreading Aífe’s legs further apart to get between them. Now directly over the redhead, Natalie leaned down to resume kissing her. Lost in the taste of Natalie’s lips, Aífe wrapped her arms around her, responding to her passion in kind. They remained like this for what felt like hours, basking in each other’s heat, their lips still tingling slightly from the spices in their dinner. Eventually, Aífe was forced to let go, propping herself up as Natalie’s lips traveled down her neck, across her collarbone, and over the slope of her breast until they wrapped around her nipple, licking and sucking the sensitive nub.

Aífe expected to feel a hand on her other breast at any moment, but was instead delightfully surprised to feel fingers tracing along her hip and thigh until they reached her entrance. They teased lightly up and down her slit before sliding in, her lower lips eagerly parting around them. She was wet enough that Natalie was easily able to fit her middle and ring fingers, and likely could have added more. She gasped in pleasure as Natalie’s fingers started pumping in and out, reaching deeper than Erica’s tongue had been able to. She moaned as Natalie continued, but became somewhat frustrated as time went on. What Natalie was doing felt good, but it wasn’t enough—all her fingers were really doing was a simple in and out motion, and Aífe could feel she needed more stimulation than that. She began shifting her hips back and forth slightly, helping Natalie’s fingers find the spots that were feeling neglected, and the blonde took the hint, moving her thumb up so Aífe’s clit would rub against it as she moved her hips. This worked wonders, and Aífe’s moans grew louder until she tensed around Natalie’s fingers, letting the pleasure carry her over the edge. Her arms gave out, and she fell onto her back, panting in the afterglow.

Natalie looked down at her, feeling a thrill in seeing her lover brought to this state by her hand. Looking at the hand in question, she licked her fingers clean, savoring Aífe’s taste, before moving to take her turn. She shifted position so she was kneeling with her legs on either side of Aífe’s hips before leaning over her and shifting forward until her hips were hovering above Aífe’s chest. She shifted forward a bit more and leaned back, resting on her arms as she looked down at the redhead’s face now resting between Natalie’s thighs. Her hungry gaze bored into Aífe, conveying an unspoken and expectant question.

Well?

Answering that unspoken question, Aífe lifted her face to reach Natalie, kissing lightly around her entrance. Natalie let her legs relax a bit, sinking lower so Aífe didn’t have to crane her neck. After some more teasing, she began licking and kissing Natalie’s lower lips directly, running her tongue up and down as she reached her arms up to hook around Natalie’s thighs for better purchase. She began feasting in earnest, eagerly alternating between licking Natalie’s labia and clit and pushing her tongue inside. She closed her eyes as she focused on pleasuring her partner, only to feel Natalie’s hand lightly gripping her head.

“Don’t—hah—close your eyes!” Natalie demanded between moans and gasps. “It—mmmm—feels good when you look at me!”

Aífe did as instructed, keeping her eyes glued to the blonde that was gradually coming apart on top of her. Between Aífe’s presumably implanted muscle memory and Natalie’s inexperience in the bedroom, it only took a minute or two for Aífe to feel Natalie shudder from an orgasm. She expected that to be the end of it, but she instead found Natalie’s grip tightening slightly, so she continued until the blonde came again, soaking Aífe’s chin. After that still proved insufficient to fully satisfy the girl riding her face, Aífe pressed on with renewed vigor, tilting her head to pleasure Natalie even more thoroughly. With her pussy already oversensitive from cumming twice, it only took a handful of seconds for Aífe’s increased intensity to push her over the edge for the final time, crying out in pleasure as her grip on Aífe loosened. Her legs were trembling, threatening to give out at any moment, though she at least retained the clarity of mind to slide down and roll over onto her side so as to not suffocate Aífe. They laid there for a few moments, both spent and panting, until Natalie used the last of her strength to pull Aífe into her arms and give her one last passionate kiss before holding the redhead against her bosom as she began drifting off to sleep. Aífe was left in a daze, unsure if she should feel used or not from Natalie riding her like that, but she decided she really didn’t care—she still enjoyed herself. She wrapped her arms around Natalie and settled into the blonde’s embrace, following shortly behind her now slumbering lover.

Natalie showed the Mistress her breasts! +2 VP

First time bonus! +2 VP

Natalie showed the Mistress her pussy! +3 VP

First time bonus! +3 VP

Natalie sucked the Mistress’ nipples! +2 VP

First time bonus! +2 VP

Natalie fingered the Mistress! +5 VP

First time bonus! +5 VP

The Mistress ate Natalie out! +3 VP

First time bonus! +3 VP

Modifier (facesitting) +1 VP

Natalie had sex with the Mistress! +10 VP

First time bonus! +10 VP

Natalie gave her virginity to the Mistress! +10 VP

The Mistress came! +1 VP

Natalie came! +1 VP

Current Score: 68 VP