Wait. Sarah starts masturbating at what she sees through her mom's front window

Sarah moves along her mom's porch to look in the front window. After a few moments of searching glances, she stiffens and stares, frozen in place. After a full minute, maybe two, her shoulders loosen. She shrugs and rolls her shoulders, still looking through the window. She shifts one foot, broadening her stance, and leans forward to brace one shoulder against the window frame. She stands in place, but no longer frozen. There's a little rhythmic motion you can see in her posture, her hips rocking gently.

She's masturbating.

"Sarah," your voice comes out in a whisper.

You cup your hand over your mound and squeeze. You feel a blush of warmth from your ears down to your vulva, and an electric thrill of arousal radiating from your cupping hand. To give Sarah her space, you have to sit, quietly. You can't start the car. You can't get out. Aside from leaning your seat back, anything you do would be an interruption. You only have the choice to give Sarah her space, or to take it away from her; to wait for her to make her choice, or to enter a scene you said you were leaving.

The glow of the light through the window pulls your attention, wondering what Sarah is looking at with sexual fascination. Perhaps it's simply Shasta and Brett hooking up in the living room, being naughty while Mary and Brian are in their bedroom, asleep. You breathe in deeply and exhale. Young love, or young hormones, perhaps. But you can't help but imagine that Mary Forbes, evangelist of joy, is in the middle of whatever Sarah is watching. And something must have gotten into Shasta, since Sarah could have walked in at any moment.

Except the door wouldn't open.

Sarah's body shivers. A foreshock of climax.

"Sarah," you whisper again.

You look across the dark bare pavement to the porch of Mary's house, all by itself off a country road in the hills. Parked close to the house are Mary's car, a beat-up old sedan, a pick-up. So, that could be Mary, Brett, Brian and maybe Mandy, then Shasta? And maybe Brett had brought another young friend or two?

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.

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

Pick one and roll +COOL(0) as a custom move.

• Quietly approach. On a MISS, it's embarrassing, and she shoos you away. Otherwise, describe what Sarah sees through the window. On a 7-9, roll +COOL(0) again using GET OUT OF TROUBLE as you're both discovered on the doorstep. On a 10+, you hold Sarah as she climaxes quietly, take +1 Forward on your next move.
• Let her finish and decide what to do. On a MISS, Sarah catches you masturbating as you watch her, roll +COOL(0) to GET OUT OF TROUBLE or leave ashamed. Otherwise leave quietly. On a 7-9, roll +TRUTH as she calls you later to talk about what happened. On a 10+, you meet in person, take +1 forward with TRUTH.