Go along with the voyeuristic plan and continue having sex with Albert while the other couple watches.

While Patrique seems to be just a typical lech, you still feel unnerved by that Samara woman. You don't recall ever meeting her before, just briefly seeing her on the first day of the school term.... but for some unknown reason, you can tell that she feels strongly about you somehow and doesn't want you to see it. What is her connection? You try to recall her face from anywhere you might have seen it despite the distraction of your current sex-friend continuing to work his fingers into your orifices. Samara casually strips off her vest and unbuttons her blouse, exposing her perky brown tits. There's something of a challenge in her glance at you. Face flushing, you pull your own vest and blouse off, giving Albert free access to your own little milky-white hillocks, which he immediately takes advantage of with a loving lick.

There is something almost hypnotic about the upperclasswoman's piercing gaze. You're coming up with nothing; although a few of your relatives, including your eldest brother, went to Boarbristle, none of them would have been here at the same time she was unless she's a seventh year, and not for very long even then. Could it be, you wonder with a nervous grin, that she is just really attracted to you and has a creepy way of showing it? For the moment you'll just have to assume she's a naturally odd woman and keep an eye on her without letting her distract you too much from your own lover. Weird though they are, having another two students sitting so close, starting to fondle one another, makes you even more ready to get on with things yourself.

Slipping your hand down into Albert's trousers and into his briefs, you smile and give an excited coo even though you're silently a touch disappointed that it's a size smaller than what Tucker was packing. Ah well; it'll do. You start jerking your hand up and down his stiff manhood, rubbing your thumb along the tip. Being observed and self conscious, you stick with that motion for a while.

"These two are novices, Patrique." Samara says flatly. "No," she adds, turning to look at you and Albert. "Don't cringe - it is a good thing. It excites him." With quick motions of her own hands, she unbuckles her beau's pants and slides them down to his thighs in just a second. It's some impressive dexterity; both of the times in the past few days that you've undone a boy's belt for him, your fumbling fingers always take a good 30 seconds. A little roughly, she pushes Patrique down on the ottoman and climbs atop him, spreading her legs and raising her skirt, dragging his exposed cock along her inner thigh, gripping the tender male part a little more tightly than looks comfortable. Peeling her panties aside, she reveals a curly mat of black hair surrounding her au-naturele crotch, briefly teasing him before sitting down on him hard, drawing a surprised grunt from the pale man. The color contrast of his pale thighs against her chocolatey brown skin, bumping together, is quite beautiful in a carnal, perverted way. It makes you excited enough to follow suit.

"Are we..." Albert asks, looking up at you excitedly and cupping his hand over your left breast. "O-of course, silly boy." you say with a crack in your voice. "Today is a, um... well, you know, a _safe _day for me. So let yourself go wild." He nods eagerly and grips both of your thighs tightly.

"'Ere now, mate!" Patrique says in a casual, smug voice, crossing his hands behind his head and looking most pleased as Samara Grover slowly bounces up and down on his shaft. "Angle that totty on your lap this way and roger her like you're givin' her a horsie ride. She's fit, show me if you're enough of a man to put a little bounce in those itty bitty titties!"

"Such language, Patrique." Samara says in a casual, almost bored tone. She's clearly enjoying herself - this close up, you can hear that she's got plenty of natural lube - but she still stares at you with that disconcerting smirk. Asking her to stop is out of the question so you decide to take up Patrique's challenge.

Albert has the same thing on his mind and reaches up to hook his thumbs around your panties, pulling them down to your knees. Pulling your left leg in, you slip your foot out of the undergarments with your shoe still on, letting them dangle loosely around your right thigh. Running three fingers along your smooth, cute little slit, you make a kissy face at the two kinky older students before guiding Albert's engorged wand into you. In spite of the odd situation, you feel a sudden gratification at having something inside you again. The feeling of his dick forcing open your folds and probing its way up your velvety passage is something you've been waiting for for days.

"Oh yes, Sam," Patrique says, looking sideways at the two of you while Samara bucks her hips on his lap. "Look at that top notch little cunny sucking him in like that. Underclasswomen get wetter and readier every year, 'streuth." He starts bucking harder under her, finally getting some grunts of pleasure out of Samara as well. "Hey, you down there! C'mon, don't make that sultry waif doing squats on your John Thomas do all the work herself. Buck up and shag her back!"

Somehow all of these crude comments just make you feel hotter and more alive - like you have something to prove now. You feel a strange wordless rivalry with this woman you barely know, meeting her gaze again and again as the two of you ride yourselves to the brink of exhaustion. Even though you're both sliding yourselves up and down on a pair of male members, you feel almost as if you're alone against her intense gaze. A few times it seems like she's whispering something in your direction you can't quite make out. "Um," you say, blushing as Albert writhes in pleasure under you and wraps both of his hands around your chest from behind, "are you really so sure that your man had to twist your arm into this, Miss Grover? You... you seem like quite a slut yourself!" you say challengingly to her, putting your hands around Albert's wrists and encouraging him to rub you harder.

"Oh, you'll be finding out exactly how much of a slut I am." she says with another enigmatic smirk and a toss of her lustrous black hair. She then rested her hands on Patrique's chest, leaning back and letting him do the work now.

"Ahhhhh - shite - ah Fran, it's too good." Albert, revealing himself as the sexual novice of the group, starts slowing down and gripping you more desperately. "I can't hold..." You buck hard against him, pushing him against the chair as forcefully as you can, and starting to grind your bare bottom against the skin of his hips.

"Wait, please, I'm almost..." you say, frustrated. "Put your hands under my bottom and keep moving me up and down Albert, my legs are giving out..." You couldn't bear it if you didn't get a real climax out of this. Still sliding yourself up and down on his cock slowly, you reach down with one hand to massage your crotch as he enters you. When he goes deep you slide your fingers down to feel his tight ball-sack squeezing up against your nether lips in a particularly perverted variety of kiss. Samara instantly reacts to that, starting to buck herself up and down harder too. Soon it's too much for Patrique to take, and he lets out a loud, shameless groan as he spurts up into the woman astride him.

"Ah... ah... AH!" You finally manage to tickle your clit into a gushing spasm of pleasure. Your juice runs down and gets his crotch sticky. Finally seeing his chance and feeling he's done his duty, Albert thrusts up hard from underneath, finally making your chest (and head) do a dramatic little bounce, as he comes. The combination of the intimate feeling of his hot stuff spreading around inside you, mingling with your own juices, while a couple of kinky older students take in every detail of the all-too-visible spot where your genitals are joined is overwhelmingly erotic. You feel a strange desire to lean forward and start exploring Samara's body with your hands. You know Patrique would like that, and probably Albert too. But something makes you hesitate and you just collapse back on top of Albert's lap. He rests his chin on your shoulder and crosses his arms around your waist, keeping you there on his lap while he basks in the afterglow of his pleasure.

Samara reaches down and wipes away a droplet of what's dribbling out of her snatch as she stands back up and pulls her panties back into place. Casually as always, she licks it off in a single motion. Patrique gropes her breasts one more time before she buttons her blouse back up.

"Not... *huff* not a bad show for a couple of amateurs, eh?" Patrique asked. "Blimey... got to pencil something like that in regular-wise, Sam." She just ignores her 'boyfriend' and gives you that stare again. "Interesting display, Miss Franziska Weber. I'm in the top floor dormitories, at the end of hallway 'W'. Come by some time if you ever want to... talk about things."

You turn over and force yourself to break her gaze. You barely spare a glance down at Albert as you halfway roll over and give him one more quick kiss. He puts his hand on your head to try and pull you in for more cuddling, but you pull away. "Ah... oh I'm sorry Albert, but I really do need to do some required reading before tomorrow morning. I know you understand, I cannot go being distracted while taking care of my actual work. I'll see you in herbalism class in a couple of days, yeah?" you say to him in a low voice.

"O-oh. Okay." The Cordwhistle boy gives a gentle smile and leans back as you pull your panties back up and otherwise straighten yourself. "I'll... I should clear out of here too before the prefects come. Can't wait to see you again, dear."

Avoiding Samara's piercing, enigmatic gaze, you hurry back to your room... but just as you come up to the door, you see an ominous little bundle sitting by the door. Kneeling down next to it, you feel that it's warm and wet with red... blood?! Your eyes bug out as you examine the bizarre offering. "Who would..." you ask yourself. As you unwrap it, you give a barely-repressed shriek of horror, clapping a hand over your mouth. It's... a_ heart?! _Jerking your hands away, you look over your shoulder nervously, seeing if anyone is there watching. You can't hear a sound, except some gentle humming from inside the room. Trying to be rational, you force yourself to look at the horrible, gory package again. It's... too small to be from a person. Smaller than a cricket ball.

You push the door open, seeing Gillian sitting there reading. She perks up as you enter. "Ohhh! Hullo there Franzi, I was wondering when you were coming in! Did you skip curfew? Ohhhh, and your clothes are looking a bit rumpled and messed up there, and I think I smell a certain something~" she says in a singsong voice. "Did you have yourself a brilliant time with whoever it was, I hope? I just got back an hour ago from spending a little time with my fellow, meself. Ah... hmm? What's wrong, love? You look like you've seen a ghost. Oh dear - was a boy rough with you? Please tell me it wasn't that..."

You shake your head, pigtails flying vehmently. "No, no, he was fine. It's just... Ah, Gillian? Did you happen to see anything by the door when you came back in?" The Leontes girl cocks her head curiously. "Oh? Like what? Were you expecting a package? Ohhh, that explains it - I get my tum all twisted up in knots too when I'm expecting a package from home! Don't worry, love," she coos in a reassuring voice, "I'm sure you weren't forgotten, the mail is just slow sometimes! Just keep finding people who help make the time fly, and all will be well."

Searching your expression, you slowly nod and give an awkward smile. Gillian doesn't seem to know anything about it. Should you ask her about it? Or just throw the animal heart in the rubbish and don't let whoever left it there get the reaction they were hoping for?

In place of taking a CONSEQUENCE from the 7-9 result on HAVE SEX, Franziska will MAKE AN ENEMY (Samara Grover).

Franziska status:

House Leontes (House Trait: Bravery; House Sex Move: Charm).

Traits: Ambition +1, Bravery +2, Cunning +2, Diligence -1.

Extra Spells: none

Friends: Albert Cordwhistle [Leontes], Chen Teung [Minerval]

Enemies: Samara Grover (confirmed), Tucker (potential)

Favors: Owed favor from Albert.

XP: 4.