Your car, at night, to the beach

"How'd you get to the theater, Joe?" Kath asks. "Jennifer drove me, Luna, and Tara, and your friend Mona picked up Fairouzeh."

"I got a car." You wish you had the pool company pick-up, it would be nice having Luna and Kath squeezed in next to you.

"Works." Kath waves and raises her voice. "Hey Luna!"

Luna looks round. Your theater seat hook-up girl laughs. "You gonna?"

"For science," Kath says. "And because it got me hot watching you."

"Wait for me," Luna says.

Luna has a wait for the LADIES, but not as long a line as before. Kath tells you to go take care of your promise. You head to the MEN, find a stall, and free yourself of Luna's, Jennifer's, and Tara's panties. Whew, so much better with your dick swinging free in your shorts. You wonder what Tara's going to do with your briefs. Wear them as a trophy, maybe.

You make it back to Kath while Luna is in the LADIES and hand off Luna's daisy chain waistband panties, as you promised.

"You don't want Tara's or Jennifer's?"

Kath laughs. "Them? Let them arrange a hostage swap."

You grin. "I like your style, Honig."

She gives you a gentle shoulder punch. "What a himbo you are, Joe."

Ow, straight to the pride. The Pickup Artist's Guide doesn't have anything to say about that other than when you might choose to roll with being underestimated.

Kath snorts. "Don't make a face, I mean it in a good way. You just get straight to the point, so I don't have to threat check you."

"Haha, cool," you say. Roll with it.

"That's the way, dude."

You stop at the concession stand, still open, even after the double feature. "Midnight Madness showing," says the clerk. Kath and Luna beg you to pick up some refreshments. Two Diet Cokes, one Regular Coke, and some movie theatre candy boxes.

You get into your beat-up little car. Luna calls shotgun. She's giggly and chatty after her climax in your lap, right when "Whip It!" came down to the final jam. Kath slides into the cramped back seat behind you and lays her hands on your shoulders, giving you a gentle squeeze to let you know who's in charge. Well, you'll have the chance to turn the tables on her.

The state beach parking lot closed hours ago. Nobody's around this late, so you park on the shoulder of the highway. Drinks sloshing and candy boxes, rattling, you work your way through the brush over a little rise to the beach. The girls still have their dress-up outfits from the women's sports double feature, "dress sporty for a special deal". Luna has her tennis dress and Kath's wearing soccer shorts and top. No panties, of course. Kath has Luna's daisy-chain waist briefs stuffed somewhere, and Kath didn't wear any tonight.

The moon is high, reflecting silver gleams off the slowly rolling waves. It's not cold, but not exactly warm.

"I want to see your face," Luna tells Kath.

"Okay, you sit there," Kath says, pointing. "How about here, Joe?"

"Fine."

Kath plops down in a stretch of firm sand, facing into the moonlight, knees down, her square ass cheeks pointing back at you. She puts her thumbs in the elastic waistband and slides the synthetic knit down. She swivels her head around, her rattail braid swinging. "Am I your first virgin, Joe? With guys, anyway."

Luna barks with laughter. "Kath has made it with so many girls, you wouldn't believe it."

Kath chuckles. "Believe it. You're up, Joe-boy."

"It's a magic night," you say. "Let's make some more magic."

Roll 2d6+HARD(2), +1 Forward = 2d6+3 = 5+3 = 8. On a 7-9, pick two from FUCK HER.

• Kath cums on your cock, +1 XP
• You're hard again already and ready to go, but...
• There's some trouble in store.

Take +1 XP. You now have 4 XP, Hard +2, Hot +2, Cool 0, Control -1.

Roll 2d6+COOL(0) to GET OUT OF TROUBLE. 2d6+0=7, you get out of trouble, but it costs you (later).

Because you're still hard, ask Kath if she wants another go: 2d6+HOT(2) = 10 + 2 = 12, yes for sure, +1 Forward. But you can't quite hold it together, FUCK HER using 2d6+3 = 3+3 = 6, Miss.

You've had a long day, and a long evening, but with Kath egging you on, and Luna cheering and giggling, you're good for another go.

"OH you're big, Joe," Kath says. "Start slow."

Kath's good at picking up the rhythm, in fact she's leading, rocking forward and back, sliding her hot, wet cunt back and forth on your shaft. Her butt is square and firm and feels great in your hands.

Luna giggles when she hears a wordless sound of pleasure coming from you or Kath, or when she sees Kath's expression change in the moonlight. You stay with the rhythm, really grooving along with Kath's moans and motion. For a gold star lesbian, up till tonight anyway, she really is a good fuck, and she knows how to find her pleasure. I like strap-ons, giving and taking.

And then Kath's clamping down on your shaft. Her buttocks grind back at you, up and down, and she shouts out in release, filling the quiet beach night with her joy. You're with her, shooting a big load deep inside her hot, wet tunnel.

But you're hard again already.

"You girls up for another ride?" you say, waving your hard dick. "Ain't gonna stop at just once, Kath, hey?"

"I wish I brought my dick," Kath says. "I want to ride you now."

"So ride," you offer. You lie down in the sand. Kath yanks her shorts all the way off so she can straddle you, facing away, looking at Luna.

But you can't quite get the angle right, so you have to call it for the night.

Luna tunes back in to the Earth Reality channel. "Wait, Kath. If Joe's your first ride, like, with a guy? You're not on birth control, right?"

"Shit," Kath says. "Joe. Can you take me to the clinic tomorrow?"

Luna looks it up on her phone. It opens early. Kath asks to stay over so you can do it first thing.

You drop Luna off.

Kath takes a turn in your bathroom. You have fresh toothbrushes set aside, ready for when you score. This has to count, you guess? She drinks a lot of water, pees, and washes up.

"Cleaner than I expected, Joe."

She calls a side of your bed, the side you usually take. She crashes out on top of the covers, naked from the waist down, still wearing her HONIG jersey up top, her big square butt pointing your direction.

You get ready, turn off the light, and settle down on the other side. You can feel her presence from the warmth radiating off her body. She's warm everywhere. Her hands on your shoulders. Her buttocks in your hands. Her cunt, wet and hot, hotter than most girls.

A nice thought to drift off to, but...

Kath snores.

Even so, you wouldn't kick her out of bed. She's your favorite girl from last night, leaving your friend Mona out of the running -- well, you took her out of the running by hooking her up with the fashion-forward Persian doll babe. But you did Mona a solid because she did you one, she saved the evening right at the start. But Kath had the best attitude, the best sense of humor, and even after the crazytimes movie seat hookup with Luna, Kath was the best fuck.

Gold star lesbo until tonight, huh? Maybe it wasn't so much trying to make them straight, but if you caught the right moment, just to give them a good time.

For a good time call Joe. You wouldn't mind that.

With your chest throbbing from Karen Yoshida's kick, with your thoughts swirling around Kath and this evening, with her snoring and hogging your side of the bed, well, it takes you a while to drop off to sleep.