Wait. Give Sarah space.

Sarah quivers as she watches through the front window. Her shoulders hunch up and her hips twitch.

She's close. Not quite there.

You squeeze your thighs together over your cupped hand as you watch out the open driver's side window.

Give her space. You can't go, your windshield is still fogged up from all the heavy breathing from making out with Sarah after her sister went inside. That was far enough. Give her space. This is her house, her choice, you've already said good night. Be quiet. Don't interrupt.

Her hips twitch again, a little double thrust.

"Oh Sarah," you whisper. You can give her space, but you can't look away. She's going to come, you have to see her come. A young woman at the peak of joy. You squeeze your hand over your vulva through your slacks. It's wet inside. It's moist under your cupped hand, your squeezing fingers. A moan makes its way up from your throat. You press your lips together and bury your face in your shoulder. A whimper escapes from your nostrils.

You have 4 XP, +1 Hard, +1 Hot, +0 Cool, -1 Control, Lesbian, and Truth.