B) Recommended Matches

I select B) Recommended Matches . That's going to be super useful later, but it's not something that can help me now. Right now, I need to concentrate on these “gingers”.

“No, I'm serious!” says Savannah. “Bring up his profile!”

“Okay, sure,” says Freya. She swipes through Savannah's phone to look at my profile.

“See! Look at that face! It's like... it's like... you know how that basketball player tried to grope me on the first date?”

Freya nods. “Yeah, you kneed him in the bollocks.”

“Exactly! Bam! No offspring for you!” Savannah points at my profile picture. “I look at this guy's picture and I feel like, like, like I could never knee him in the balls! Like, I want to protect his balls even if he's super shitty to me. Isn't that weird?”

Awesome! Not only is the Safety Lock perk keeping her from hurting me, but since she has no idea what's going on, she's interpreting it as a need to protect me.

Freya smiles. “Sounds like true love! When are you going to ask him out?”

Savannah grabs her phone back and starts typing. “We can do it right now! Get this shit show over with!”

She types for a long time, then I get a message from her.

“Hey! Get your ass to O'Leary's Pub on Fourth Street for a date, my hot cousin is here too! Don't worry, we're second cousins, so it's not weird, if we had kids they wouldn't be messed up or anything”. Then there are about 20 emojis.

Excellent! I wasn't expecting to get to the next stage this fast. The only problem is that I can't come to the bar because I'm already here. I need to find a way to get out of here so that I can come back in again.

I start writing a message to Freya telling her to come up with some kind of distraction. Before I get halfway through the message, Savannah makes a gagging sound, puts her hand over her mouth, and runs to the bathroom. Freya runs behind her yelling, “I'll hold your hair!”

Well, that was easy. I get up and leave. I go to the Audi, sit and type a message to Freya. “You and your cousin seem very competitive.”

She replies, “Yes, always have been.”

“Even over guys?”

Those three dots come up again as Freya types and retypes a message. I know it's going to be complicated even before I see it.

“We got competitive about a guy once, but it got personal. We swore we'd never do it again.”

Perfect. I send her a message with instructions for how to act. Then I send Savannah a message telling her that I'll be there in 20 minutes. I hang out in a nearby store for 45 minutes, then head back to the bar.

Freya and Savannah are sitting at their stool again with glasses of water. Savannah looks much more composed now, but still a bit tipsy. When she sees me, she waves and yells, “Hey! Over here!” I sit down on a stool at their table and she says, “I'm Savannah and this is Freya!”

“Hi! Nice to meet you both! When I swiped right, I wasn't expecting to meet two gorgeous redheads!”

Savannah rolls her eyes at that, clearly put off. However, Freya laughs and says, “That's so nice!”

Her cousin looks at her strangely for a sec, then smiles at me and says, “Yeah! You're so sweet. So, what do you like to do for fun?”

“Oh, I play a ton of video games. Mostly sports games. Savannah, lightly stroke my hand and forget this.”

“Wow, that's so interesting.” says Savannah in a total monotone. However, she reaches over and starts running her fingers across my hand as she says it. She doesn't even notice she's doing it at first but then she looks down at her hand in mild surprise. She keeps doing it, smiles and says with a bit more cheer, “Freya and I like watching real sports, but I guess sports games are kinda the same!”

Freya reaches out and squeezes my bicep. “Hey, you have nice arms! You don't mind me touching your arm, do you?”

“No, that's absolutely fine!”

Savannah notices the contact and squeezes my hand. Still with a little slur to her speech from being slightly drunk, she says, “So, are you a student?”

“Yeah, I'm majoring in history. I was working on a project for Prof. Barnes' class when I got your message.”

“Caitlin Barnes? I have one of her freshman classes!” says Freya.

“Wait,” says Savannah. “So, you two go to the same university? That's so nice. Maybe you'll see each other around campus.” She sounds legitimately annoyed by that.

“Yeah,” I say. “Maybe I will see you around, Freya. Savannah, undo your top button. Forget this.”

Savannah casually undoes the top button of her crop top, which is now straining to hold in her large breasts. She doesn't seem at all surprised that she just did that. She even smiles at me and leans forward a bit so I can get a better look down her top. Well, if that's her attitude, then it would be rude not to look, right? I look down and count over twenty freckles on her pale boobs before I remember to look back up. She's giving Freya a smug look.

Savannah looks back at me and says, “Greg, which of us is prettier?”

Whoa! “Well, you're both super hot!”

“Yeah, but...” Freya sounds very believably turned on. Since she hasn't cum in days, she probably is. “...but if you had to choose one of us, who is hotter?”

Savannah and Faye are rubbing my hand and arm lightly, staring at me seductively.