On a 7-9, Tara cums, you don't, she passes out!

"Challenge accepted," Tara replies to you.

"Any time now," you say. You get comfortably settled on Luna's bed. She has a nice, firm mattress. You'd have figured her for something squishy-soft with that ethereal hippie check look to her, but nope, plenty of platform for bedroom acrobatics.

Tara takes a condom packet from the basket Luna's holding out -- Luna has a firm mattress, extra towels in her room, and a hostess basket with lube and condoms? Definitely a DTF freak. -- rips it open, crowns Mister Happy with a rubber hat, and rolls the ring down, down, down.

Luna laughs. "The look on your face, Tara."

"Shush, that's my worthy opponent face," Tara says. "Joe's going down, and the rest of you get to skate."

Luna purses her lips. You wonder if she's thinking what you're thinking. Overachiever. You like overachievers, at least if they're overachievers like Karen and Tara. Despite the throbbing bruise Karen had left with a kick right over your heart, you'll take what happened next as more than fine for kissing it better.

Tara looks at the basket. "Hey, Wet Platinum. Set me up, sis," she tells Luna. Tara holds out her palm.

"A little goes a long way," Luna says. She squirts out a bit of clear shiny liquid from a gray squeeze bottle. "And this is why we put towels down."

"Thanks Lu," Tara says. "Okay Joe, this is gonna be a smooth ride."

"Smoother the better," you say. Tara strokes the lube down your shaft. "Nice hands."

Tara grins. "The better to get you set up. A smooth ride, but a short one," she says. Tara gives your shaft a squeeze, then runs her slippery fingertips through her pussy lips.

"Stop try'na run out the clock," you say.

Tara snorts. She gets over you, straddling your hips, and fixes your eyes with a competitive glare, a little smile on her lips. Snapshot for the memory banks, a golden-skinned, black-haired brash jock girl, steadying your dick as she gets ready to take you down with her pussy.

A tiny tickle of pussy hair, and then warm, smooth, tight. "Oh yeah, Tara. Yeah," you sigh.

Tara's a little wide-eyed. "You're kinda big," she says. Her competition face comes back. "Gonna make this that much faster."

"Let's do it," you say.

"Just one sec," Luna says. She settles the polka-dot cloth back over the hostess basket and turns round to supervise, but Tara's already on her way.

Tara stares you down as she settles down on your cock, shifting her knees on the bed and tilting her hips until she has a comfortable angle. "Oh yeah," she says. "I think this is gonna work."

Roll 2d6 + 3 = 5 + 3 = 8. On a 7-9, pick two:

• Choose: Tara cums, +1 XP.
• Choose: You don't cum, so the forfeits continue.
• Didn't Choose: No Trouble, so: She passes out.

Once she's got the angle, Tara works up her pace steadily, giving your cock a little squeeze with her pussy muscles each time she bottoms out. She's been practicing. You wonder if she's won a dare like this before.

"Oh wow," you breathe out. "You're good."

"I'm the best," Tara says. "And I'm gonna take you down. Give it up, Joe."

You grin. "Challenge accepted. You first."

And that's all for words. She rides you hard and fast. You start pushing back, meeting her down with your up, hammering each other cock to pussy. With that tight, hard, fast connection, it's no surprise you feel a little twitch behind your balls as your cannon prepares to fire. Still worth it.

Okay Tara, you did it, here goes.

Before you can fire your shot and surrender, Tara seizes up on top of you. Her hands squeeze tightly, digging in her nails and gripping your sides. Her eyes roll up, her face tightens in an intense grimace, and she bellows out a shout of release. Her hips rock, grinding her pussy over your cock root as her happy happy rolls on and on. She pauses, trembling, and lets out a drawn-out "Ahhhhhooooooohhhh", collapsing like someone pulled out a stopper and let the air out.

Ow. Right on the bruise, Tara. Ow.

"Tara, are you okay?" you ask. "Tara?"

Luna sighs. "Not the first time," she says. "You want to rest there for a little? Looks like you were working hard too."

"She's right on my bruise," you say. "I kinda can't."

"Heh," Luna says, holding a straight face by pure willpower, you figure.

Roll +COOL(0) to save the scene and keep the forfeits going: 6: MISS.

Luna helps you roll Tara gently off your sore chest. You and Luna arrange Tara on her side. You stick around with Luna as she strokes Tara's hair, gently petting her until Tara's eyelids flutter.

"Was it a tie?" Tara murmurs. She closes her eyes again.

"Nope, you went down hard, girl," Luna says. "But that's it, Joe, no more forfeits."

"You almost had me," you tell Tara.

"M-moral victory," Tara says. "That's all he gets."

You and Luna glance at each other across Tara's shoulder. Luna winks.

"Rest easy, Tara," Luna says. "You did your job. I'm gonna haul this dude out. Check on you later."

"You're a pal," Tara says.

"You know where the water is," Luna says.

"Yeah."

Luna spreads a sheet on top of Tara and puts the hostess basket on the bed, lifting the cloth on the corner with the wipes.

Luna nods towards the door. You tilt your head toward the hostess basket and raise your eyebrows.

"Don't worry," she says.

Luna gently closes the door to her room, leaving Tara to rest and recover.

"Bathroom over there," she says.

"Oh, yeah." The condom, squishy inside the tip with pre-cum, hangs from your half-hardon. You might even want a shower. You're kinda sweaty and also, you're pretty sure, you carry a strong scent of Tara had an epic wet cum here. "Guest towels there, or back to the outside shower?"

You have +2 Hard, +2 Hot, +0 Cool, -1 Control ("Boyfriend", includes "Fucking Huge" and "Charming").
You have 3 XP.

What's your next Move? (TELL THEM, MAKE THEM BEG, or LET THE GIRLS HAVE A MOVE to check in with Mona or to set up a new situation).