When you GET FUCKED by Minerva and Jen, choose two each

When you GET FUCKED, on a 7-9, choose two each for Minerva the DJ and your friend and roomie Jennifer:

• You take it in your ass.
• You cum.
• Take +1 forward.

Minerva: You take it in your ass; you cum; she cums.

Jennifer: She cums, Take +1 Forward.

Also gain +2 XP.

"I want you first," Minerva tells Jen, the green-haired DJ looking up toward your tall Eurasian friend. "And then you, O blushing bi babe."

"Oh!" you say in surprise when Minerva pinches your earlobe. "Bi, umm, curious?"

Minerva and Jen both laugh. At you? With you? Maybe it's the **** making them giggly.

Jennifer ends up behind the driver's seat with Minerva beside her and you in the back seat like a kid. You thought Jen would take the lead, but it's really the little green-haired space alien who moves things forward in a hurry. Soon Jen's cheeks are covered with green lipstick prints, clearly visible in The Crater's brightly-lit parking area. Those deft fingertips that moved so sensuously on Minerva's mixing board quickly slide under Jen's blouse, and then down her shorts.

"Ohh, ahh, fuck fuck fuck!" Jennifer says. You've heard that before. Minerva's moving fast, and Jen is coming along right with her.

"Oh lovely, you've got a ring," Minerva says. "How's that feel...?"

"Oh oh oh oh oh!" Jennifer says. "Mmmmmm..."

"Yeah girl, yeah girl," Minerva says. "You really need this, huh? Do you really need this?" She pauses.

"Arrgh, fuck you, bitch, don't stop, don't stop!" Jen says. She grinds her hips toward Minerva's hand, but it doesn't seem to get her anywhere.

"Hmmmm," Minerva says. "I thought you might like a slow hand?"

"Nooo!" Jen protests, "Goddamn finish me!"

"You're playing my song," Minerva says. "Here you are."

Jen squeezes her eyes shut. There's a tear clinging to her eyelashes.

"Oh oh oh oh ohhhhh," Jen groans as the DJ's fingers work her cunt with quick little squishing noises. "OH yes, OH yes, oh fuck fuck fuck aaaaaaahhh!"

Jen's hands tighten on the steering wheel. Her joints pop. Her head strains forward, bumps the top of the wheel, and tilts back, bumping the headrest. Minerva keeps her going and going and going and..."

"Oh stop, oh stop, oh stop," Jen says. "Nooo, stop!" she begs.

Minerva holds her hand steady inside Jen's shorts. "I hope you brought another pair of shorts, girlie," she says. "You've flooded your crotch."

"Shee-fucking-it," Jen says. "Worth it." Her breaths come in quick pants as she slowly comes down. "Damn, I think I flooded, ah, the seat too."

Minerva giggles. "High score," she says.

Your ears twitch as Minerva repeats the same phrase the butchy looking bartender said.

"You know any, ah, lesbian car cleaners?" Jen asks.

"Sorr-eee," Minerva says.

"Guess I'l go, ah, auto parts store," Jen says. "Fuck, you sent me through the roof!"

"You're welcommme," Minerva says. "Heh-heh, well come, for sure."

"You magnificent bitch," Jen says. "Oh!"

Minerva has just taken her hand back. "That's what they all say," she gloats. Minerva lifts her hand and spreads her fingers. Glistening strings of Jennifer's cunt juice stretch between her fingertips. "Juicy girl," she says. "Taste?"

Minerva offers her fingers to Jennifer, who shakes her head. "You've blown enough circuits already," Jen says. "Gimme a rest."

"Kelly?" Minerva says, holding out her fingers.

Covered, just covered, in Jennifer's cunt juice. "Um um um um uhhhh," you stammer.

"Please?" Minerva asks, holding her fingers closer.

You know Jen's scent, from her toys, or after a hot date. But never so intense. Your mouth waters. You swallow. You weren't expecting this. Your cheeks flush hot again. How many times tonight? Minerva must see it in your face.

"Pretty please, Kelly?" she says. Her eyes sparkle under her green hair. Pale face. Green lips, a pink tongue tip peeking out. Vanishing. Her fingertips hovering under your noise. "Please?" she asks. Your lips part and she presses forward. "There you go. There you go, sweetie. You like how your friend tastes, huh?"

"Mmmm, mm. Mm-hm," you reply. You kind of like the taste, better than your own, actually.

"Oh god Kelly," Jennifer says. "Oh fuck. Taste me."

You open your eyes wide and stare at your friend Jen. Jen looks back intently. Hungrily?

Minerva has dainty little fingers. They feel fine and taste good, but they remind you you're craving cock. She bends her fingers up to press the roof of your mouth. A fingernail digs in.

"Uhnnnnn!" Your eyes squeeze shut and open widely to look at Minerva.

"Precious babe," Minerva says. "Your turn. Take off those shorts and I'll be right there with you." She eases her hand back.

You and Jen blink at each other, trying to read the expressions on each other's faces.

Minerva wipes her hand on Jen's shorts.

"Uh?" Jennifer says.

"Not like it's going to make a difference now," Minerva says. "Hey. I loved making you come, Jen. I could feel it when I saw you dancing."

Jennifer says, "Ah, are you a regular here? At The Crater? In town?"

"Well yeah," Minerva says. "But I only fuck around when my girlfriend's out of town. She'll be back in a few days, and then she's going on tour with me."

"A few days?" Jennifer says.

"If you're asking what I think you're asking?" Minerva says, "Sorry, full up. I've got booty calls from two exes and second dates with a couple of new side pussies before Em gets back. You know I'm kinda popular for a weird-ass little space cadet, hee-hee?"

By this time you've struggled out of shoes, shorts, and skivvies. Jen's taste is still strong on your tongue, and there's a little scratch from Minerva's fingernail on the roof of your mouth.

"Comin' to get you, Kelly," Minerva says. "God what a cute bush. Men don't deserve a snack like you."

You, a "snack?" You thought "a snack" was something you said about cute young movie actors showing off their tight abs for people like, well, yourself?

Minerva gets out of the front of Jen's car and slides into the back with you.

"Hey girl," she says, looking at you with an intense gaze. "Listen up. Still want this? Still want me?"

You nod and swallow. "Y-yeah," you say.

"Hold up that hand again," Minerva says. "That one."

The one you used to hand Minerva her gin and soda. But the bartender had put her hand in your panties, juiced up her fingers, and rubbed them over both of your hands.

You hold up both hands, palms facing her.

"Both hands?" Minerva says. "What a bo-dacious slut you are." She leans in, sniffs, kisses. "Mm-hm. Mmm. I'm gonna eat you up, girl. Eat. You. Up. You ever taste yourself?"

"Um, yeah," you tell her. "I think I'm a little strong? But my old boyfriend..."

"Hush," Minerva says. She leans forward. Her breath is hot on your bush, your lips...ah. Kiss. Kiss. Lick. Minerva eats you up like you're her favorite candy. Like a girl taco special. Like...

Unlike with Jen, Minerva does not tease or keep you waiting.

Oh my. Oh my. OH my you're there, there, there. Your legs tense and your hips rock, grinding your pussy up at Minerva's face, up, up, up. Your head strains forward and falls back, again, again, again. The world dissolves in waves of warmth and pleasure.

The bliss subsides. Your shoulders are a little uncomfortable, lying in the back seat of Jen's car. You open your eyes to see Minerva watching you. Her face is wet from lips to chin.

"You okay?" she asks.

Minerva is looking more human and less space alien at the moment, despite the spiky green hair and matching lipstick. It must be the look in her eyes. She wants more from you, yes, but you come first, now.

"Um, um, um," you say. Your eyes flick from Minerva's face to Jennifer's. You've never seen Jennifer look at you that way. Or maybe...maybe at that intern welcome party?

Minerva is at least as good at eating you out as Nurse Gloria Bates was at the party. And much quicker to send you to climax land. Maybe she specializes in quickies between her DJ sets?

"Um, yeah. Yeahhh, I'm okay," you tell her.

"Let's step it up," she says. Hunger, again, on her face. Lust. She laughs. "You should see your face, Kelly. Hey. No big deal. Do you like a finger up your ass?"

Your last steady boyfriend really got off on that. Really. The first time he was eating you out with a finger up your butt, he shot off from sheer excitement. You got off at the same time. Toe. Curling. After that time you made him keep his fingernails short and smooth, and made sure there was always some gel lube handy.

"Yeah, I do, actually," you reply. You hear Jennifer take a quick breath as she watches you over the back of the driver's seat "Just get it slippery? And be careful about your nails? You scratched me inside my mouth."

"Sorry, Kelly," Minerva says, sounding sincerely apologetic. "I'll be more careful."

"Yeah," you say.

"Okay baby, pull your knees back toward you," Minerva says. "That's it. There we go. Cake, Kelly, you're a slice of cake." She leans forward and you feel her warm breath again. Then her lips.

"Ooh."

For a while you close your eyes, dreaming of your old boyfriend while Minerva works her space alien magic with her nose in your bush and her tongue and lips in your wet folds and her fingertips brushing your inner thighs and then one slippery fingertip pressing, pressing, pressing, and in.

"Oh!" You open your eyes. Minerva's finger is all the way in. Smaller. More nimble. Her digit is cool inside your butt, but warming up fast. Her tongue dances round your slick lips. Your clit. "Oh oh oh oh ohyeah."

There's another little vibration on the seat. Minerva is touching herself up while she does you. Her shoulder presses on your inner thigh, giving you the weight of her upper body.

Oh her tongue. Her lips. Her finger in and out oh yes oh yes oh yes your hips tensing and then and then... "OH! OHHHH!" you cry out, your hips rolling as Minerva brings you another Big O.

"Ah!" Jennifer cries in sympathy.

Minerva twitches, moans; her neck and shoulder tense against you and the finger in your butt stops moving and just stiffens and bends. Her forehead presses hard on your bush and your pubic bone and she groans out her orgasm into your pussy, her head working your mons up and down as her neck stretches and bends with her climactic spasms.

She goes limp atop you. You cradle her head, shifting a little so she can breathe.

"Ah, ah, ahhh," Minerva mumbles into your crotch. "Shit, that was a big one. God, girl. Hit me right in my New Pussy Fetish button. Or maybe I get off on making straight girls gay."

Minerva's the second person to get off while going down on you. Maybe you're the special one.

"Coming out, Kelly...there." Minerva takes her finger out of your butt slowly and gently. Your ring twitches a little with echoes of your orgasm. "Sorry, baby," she says. She kisses your bushy mons and pushes herself up onto her hands. "Gotta go. Gotta get back for my second set. It's gonna be a little weird. I'm wrecked for the night when I get off like that."

She adjusts her clothing, says goodbye to Jennifer with a kiss -- your pussy juice! -- gets out and walks back into The Crater.

"What was that?" you say to Jen.

"**** of nature?" she says. "Nympho space alien?"

"Oversexed lesbian DJ?" you say.

"Yeah," Jennifer says. "Did you like that?"

"Well, yeah," you say. "I think she turned me bisexual."

Jennifer laughs. "You were always bisexual."

You give Jen a look of disbelief.

"Girl," she says. "You. Are. Bisexual."

"Okay," you tell her. You take a deep breath. "I, I do like how you taste, Jen. Could you show me...show me how to go down on you?"

"Kelly, you know how long I've been waiting to hear that?" your best friend says. She shakes her head. "Remember when we used to sit on the dorm steps and we'd size up the women? Girl, why did it take a green haired clue-by-four?"

"Oh. That," you say. You and Jen had done a lot of girl watching together. You take a deep breath and look into her dark brown eyes. "Well, you are my best friend, Jen. I never wanted to take any chances with that."

"I wanted you to," Jen says. "Kelly, did I not tell you?"

"Well, yeah," you say. "But I didn't think you were that serious. I mean you usually had one or two steady girlfriends as long as we've been in college together. But I guess tonight I was just too horny to be afraid any more."

"Let me come on back," Jen says. "God, Kelly, do I ever bullshit you about anything?"

"I mean, well? No, I guess," you say. "Anyway. Am I too dumb to be a lesbian?"

Jennifer laughs. "Well, yeah, you are," she says. "But there's no minimum requirements for bi girls."

"How about we take this home?" you tell Jennifer. "My neck and shoulders don't like this backseat thing very much."

"I like that," Jennifer says. "Lighting is nicer, and it's not like we have great beds, but they beat a car seat."

"Home, Jen!" you say. "I'll just buckle up here."

You put your bottom clothes back on and settle yourself behind Jennifer. You reach your hands forward and let your fingertips rest on her shoulders all the way back to your cheap-ass two-bedroom furnished apartment.

She does taste good. Better direct from the source. Even better as Jennifer guides you, faster, slower, there, stay there, yes, lick my pussy jewel, the ring, yes, yes. And so wonderful as your tongue teases out sounds of pleasure that rise and get louder until, until her legs kick out and pull back, and suddenly your face is wet with warm slippery fluid.

"Stay?" she asks, holding lightly to your forearm.

"I snore, remember?" you tell her. "And we've got a morning shift tomorrow."

Jen looks disappointed. "Okay," she says.

"Good night," you tell her.

"Good night," Jen says. Her voice is breathy, like she's starting to fade toward sleep.

Which is where you're going. After you brush your teeth.

You sleep deeply and rise the next morning feeling...happy. Last night, wow. You drift through your morning routine, noticing Jennifer must have gotten up early. The shower is wet and you smell coffee from the kitchen.

"Ahhhh," you sigh, looking at yourself in the mirror after your shower. Sodden hair darkened with water, slowly moving from warm to cold. Handful-and-a-bit titties. Thick golden bush, mostly dry already. The expression on your face. Sweet satisfaction.

"Hey Kel, I don't want to break up your self-appreciation party?" Jennifer says, looking over your shoulder. "But we gotta go help catch some babies. You know I think I might be getting a pregnancy fetish?"

"Jen, what?" you say. The misty bubble of good feeling pops, and you blink at her.

"No, not for me. For other women, Kelly, other women?," Jennifer says. "Remember how Ms. Goodchild was showing us on herself? You know, their cunt lips swell up and sometimes they get a cute dark line from their belly button to their cunt, and their belly buttons pop out and..."

"Ehh! Okay, okay, I'm going!" you say. You pull back your hair into a damp ponytail, fix it with an elastic, and step into your white nursie shoes.

But you can't deny that Jennifer's little spiel made you hot. Especially thinking about Ms. Goodchild spreading her fat cunt lips sticking out from her thick bush while she was giving you and Jen the show-and-tell. Yeah, OK, maybe I was already bi, not curious.

But you're craving dick. It really does feel good inside. Maybe today you'll get lucky?

You now have 2 XP.
You have +1 Hard, +1 Hot, -1 Cool, +1 Control and know the Character Move OMG.

Take +1 Forward from your good mood to STALK someone at work.