Nightly black and bubblegum pink. Part III

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Chapter 85. Part III. A messy situation full of love, lust and melted thoughts.

The wind outside is chilly, almost unpleasant, as it brushes against my bare skin, making me shiver. But without it, the shiver, I'd be cold. Without it, I'd be alone. With it, it feels like we can get through this together, out here, alone on the street in the transition from evening to night.

I stand on the street with Finn, wearing only my underwear, happy I stole it so that he has something to look at and not the torn appart pieces of junk I wear most often. And at the same time, I feel ashamed, knowing that he would scorn me for doing something he wouldn't. In the past,. I would sit on it. Now I want him to be proud of me. My arms wrap around my toso, and my legs press together as I feel the cold, hard concrete pavement against my naked skin. I feel **** and exposed, as if he could see all my innermost thoughts, pierce me with just one glance, and uncover every secret.

I like it.

No.

I love it.

Because of him, I'm not cold. His presence fills me with warmth. I'm trembling because of him, not because I'm afraid of being out here, but because his gaze rests on my body. I don't wrap my arms around my torso to protect myself from his eyes, but because I need something to hold me back from throwing my arms around him. Yes. I feel **** and exposed. But with him, it feels good.

"Everything okay?" he asks me, clearly less bothered by standing on the street in his old, tight boxer shorts. He looks around but not without letting me out of his sight. I'm always there, always under his gaze. Under this protection

So that's how it feels like. To be of value to another human being.

And a hot one at that.

His legs are so muscular. And his arms. And his stomach. And his face looks like it was cut from one of those statues Sofia loves to visit at the museum.

Sofia hasn't talked about it, but I know what she likes to do in her free time. I know a lot about her.

While Finn makes sure I'm okay out here, I realize I'm naked in front of him. Not physically. But emotionally. Even in this crazy situation, something I never thought possible, he shows what a gentle and perfect man he is. He commands and yet can follow. He understands and yet can lead. He is gentle and yet a rock in a storm.

And I am naked before him. Exposed to my very soul. He can see my body. I know he understands my thoughts so well that he can almost read them. He sees into my mind. And my heart.

So he must also see how goddamn horny I am.

My pussy is throbbing like crazy, my skin is tingling and burning, my breath ragged and my eyes dilated. It's like I'm torturing myself with a stupid prohibition against touching him. Everyone knows I'm into him. I'm the girl who likes to fuck strange men after seducing them.

But Sofia wants him too.

And I don't want to do that to Sofia.

"I'm standing half-naked in the street," I finally answer him, not even trying to pretend, too weak to pretend. And I love it. “I opened up to a boy who can read me like an open book. I do things with him that I've forbidden myself. I act in ways that scare me. And I like all of this because this boy is with me.” I take a step closer to him. Then another. I have to move carefully. Because of the rough pavement. And because I fear that, if I do something wrong, he will leave me alone again. First instinct would be to lie and pretend to be strong.

And here I am, open and saying my truth.

“For a girl like me, **** and gentle, it's dangerous out here,” I admit to him, acknowledging my own vulnerability. He takes a step toward me. Unlike me, he does it confidently and strongly. He only needs one step, where I needed two.

Then we stand facing each other, almost touching, and look deep into each other's eyes.

“What are you doing to me?” I ask him, raising my arms as if in a trance. The lights around us get blurry as my world focusses only on him. My instincs take over. I didn't know my body or mind would be capable of this stuff. My hands seem so small and fragile as I place them on his stomach, burning hot with body heat. Heat to warm and protect me from the cold out there. Are we being watched? It's not that late yet. And we're in New York. Not the safest city for small, **** girls like me. “God, it feels so good,” I admit to myself, looking up at him. I’ve never given anyone this look before, whatever it may be. Not my mother, only him. He smiles. “To be protected by you.”

“That’s what I do.” His voice cuts through the night, sending shivers down my spine. I should jump on him, throw my whole body on top of him, and push him against the nearest wall. Sex with him, fucking like animals, would be so hot and fulfilling.

But all I want to do is hug him, cuddle up to him, and let him protect me.

“Please, Finn…”

“I’ll protect you, Sage,” he says before I can even formulate my thoughts. “I’ll take you and care for you the way you like.” His smile is dopey, surely as dopey as mine. But where I try to be myself, besides not knowing how to act in this situation, he is as calm and sure of himself as when he talks about some of his hobbies that Sofia told me about and I forgot immediately. Now I'm ashamed.

“I don’t deserve this,” I admit. I can't take it anymore and press myself against him. My toes scrape on the dirty New York sidewalk, and a small stone rolls hard and disturbingly over my skin. I don't care.

“You deserve this,” says Finn and holds me in his arms. And I start to sob. "You deserve this hug, Sage," he says as my tears wet his pleasantly warm skin. And you deserve the friends you have. You deserve Ryan. And god, you deserve Sofia." His hand strokes my head as if I were a little child.

And I fall in love with him.

It's like a dagger in my heart. My soul begins to bleed as I feel her stabbing me again and again.

And I can’t even be jealous of her.

I stand at the window with Ryan in my pink, silly, not enough underwear and look down at the street.

“Seems like you lost the sidebet,” he smiles gently at me and pats my back. I don't feel it. I want to, of course. He is such a nice guy. But the only thing I feel is the love in my heart.

The love for Finn.

Finn that lifts Sage, caresses her, and I know exactly how she feels. It's as if I were standing down there myself, small and **** as I am, confiding in him and feeling his hand on my head, his arm around me, and his heartbeat against my chest and the small stones around my feet.

I'm so in love with him, I can't contain myself. It's beautiful. It's pain.

"Mhm," I murmur, almost breaking down. Ryan sees it.

"He will treat you the same," he promises. "You're his friend. No need to fear for the worst."

But that doesn't help. I know how alone and helpless Sage feels. Because those are my feelings too. But I'm standing up here, powerless, while she's down there feeling love.

"Hey. Come on," he nudges me in the side but I only feel Finn}’s Hand where Ryan’s elbow pokes me. "Let me tell you your dare. You're the last one and..."

“Fuck it,” I whisper.

“What?” I turn around to Tim, leaving the two lovebirds alone.

“I said fuck it,” I snarl angrily at him. He steps back, towards the sofa. I follow. Fuck my religion. Fuck promiscuity. Fuck waiting for the right guy. Fuck loving Finn. Fuck Sage.

“Sofia, that’s not a good…”

I tackle him and press him down to the couch.

“Fuck me Ryan. Fuck my tight pussy.”

“You…” I keep getting lost in his eyes. The lights of the street lamps are reflected in them like the moon in a dark, mysterious lake. I want to kiss him.

But at the same time, I want to fuck him.

I don't know if it's me or Sofia or both of us together. Maybe they're watching to see if we end our dare. Maybe not. But I can feel my pussy starting to leak. I feel the cold New York air between my thighs, and the heat inside me transforms from the warming softness of love to the burning fire of lust while I feel the soft cushions of the couch on my bare knees.

But I don't dare take any steps.

"I'm yours," I whisper, a tear in the corner of my eye. "I'm doing it for you, Finn, and... And I want you to know..." I move him, this mountain of man and muscle, and press him against a hard, cold fence. He lets me lead him as his dare commands. But I will never command him again. I have to stand on tiptoe just to get near him, my mountain of Finn. And my hands tremble as I cup his beautiful face. Hey smiles. In charge. “You can have me,” I whisper to him. “Right here, if you want.” My lips twitch as I try to smile but can't. I can’t do anything other than submit to this man. "You can bend me over and take me." I try to smile but it comes accros as so god damn needy. Almost as needy as I am in this moment. "Or you can take me up there again" I opt so show him hoc docile I can be for the right man. "You can make me lick out Sofia for you... And... And you can joinn... Choose your hole from one of us and..." I shake my head. "I wouldn't mind. I... I want you to know..." His hands feel mine and I moan.

“I’m yours too, Sage,” he says, his voice soft like gentle thunder, cutting through the night and engulfing me in beautiful flames. “I promise you, you will have me.” He chuckles. "God, I want you to lick out Sofia and then fuck you two. And I want you two to fuck me as well." He brushes my dark hair from my eyes and wipes a tear away with his thumb. "But not now. Not in your condition."

"I'm scared." It could be just a thought. Maybe it’s Sofia who is deadly horny at the moment, just like me. And so in love.

In love with Finn.

“You will have all of me,” he takes charge, guides my hands back to his chest and holds them there. He commands my body while I almost feel another body pressing between my legs. I feel skin on me, foreign skin. Ryan's skin. "But not this way." I don't understand. Doesn't he want my body? Have I done something wrong? And why does it feel like I'm doing something horribly wrong at the same time as I'm asking myself what Finn means? Then he holds my face instead, moves my head, leads me as he wants.

And when his lips meet the hot, sweaty skin of my forehead, as he kisses me gently, I understand.

"We will wait," he commands and I obey. "For Sofia." Then we want to turn around, but I grab his hand. I tremble heavily as I feel his skin again. I want him to touch me everywhere he wants. But he is way stronger than me and focuses on my face.

"There is..." I stutter. "I had... There were two other skittles I grabbed earlier," I confess and my legs grew weak and wobbly as he begins to caress my hands. "Two purple ones... for two truths I wanted to tell you..." I blush like I'm on fire. My face burns, my heart pounds in my chest and I almost fall over. I'm so weak for him. Back at Ryan's, it seemed like a good idea. Some agency on my part. Now I feel silly telling Finn anything. I'm sure he already knows.

"Tell me," he smiles. "If you want."

"I want to," I confess but need to concentrate really hard all of a sudden. "Eh... My first truth is that..." I lower my head but he cups my chin and helps me to look him in the eyes.

"You planned this, so it must be important. I will listen. As long as it takes." And with him, it doesn't take long.

"My biggest fear is that someone will leave me," I confess and feel another tear on my cheek. But I smile like the moon tonight. "But I know you won't leave me."

"And the second truth?" He doesn't even think of assuring me. We both know I can count on him.

"I want to be like Sofia, most of the time. She is way stronger than me and way more beautiful. You know? From the inside. And I see the way she looks at you, and you at her. And I want you to look at me the same way. The way you do right now. And I want to make sure that..." His finger on my lips makes me stop. He is silent, doesn't say a word while we stand on the cold street. "Well," I shrug and try to grin. With his smile, I manage, even a bit messy. "I would need a third truth to tell you..."

"Nothing I'm not already in the know," he assures me and pats my cheek. I lean into his palm and am happy.

He knows that I love him.

"Okay," I say finally. "Let's not make the others wait.

"Wait!" Ryan commands and I obey. But not because of him.

Our lips are so close. I can smell him. I like his scent. I feel his body between my legs. God, I'm so wet, I have to make him wet. A big, dark stain on my pink panties. I want to fuck. I want to feel safe and secure. I couldn't achieve it with my good girl behavior. Sage can apparently do it. So why shouldn't I be the bad girl and take what I want? Sage has always done it. She chose friendship with Finn when she wanted to, even though I'm a better match for him. Or maybe I'm just thinking that because those are her feelings? Is that how Sage feels? Or does she just feel the burning joy that someone has taken away her fear, sees her for who she is, and is still there for her?

Is that why I hesitate, my legs wrapped around Ryan, my hands on his shirt, my lips so close to his? Is it Sage's anger, for which she no longer has room, and which now possesses me like the devil?

Or is it a different kind of anger?

An anger that I also wish Finn would free me from the constraints that have held me back my entire life. Perhaps it isn't even Sage who makes me so angry, but the desire to be that free, too.

Free enough to tell Finn that I love him.

I don't know.

But I do know what stopped me.

I respect Ryan. And I'm sure that with my small body, I wouldn't have been able to do things to him that no good Christian should do to another human being. And I can also feel the unfamiliar but distinct pressure of something in his pants against the dark stain in my panties. But I stopped for something else.

I sit up and touch the spot on my forehead where Finn kissed me.

I can feel it so clearly. As if it's happening right now. I feel the warmth of his lips. I feel divine energy filling me and making my body feel light. I feel the wild, almost uncontrollable throbbing between my legs. And then I feel the chilly scent of the New York evening air as his lips leave my skin.

"I... I'm... I'm sorry," I murmur and try to pull myself up from Ryan. My body is so disoriented. It's as if I can see the light from the streetlamp behind me illuminating Finn's face in front of me, his eyes and his wonderful smile. And I also see Ryan, who immediately extends his arms and comforts me.

"Don't be," he says, and then he looks between his legs. His erection is impressive. “Shit,” he grins, almost wistfully. “I’m going to miss this.” Then he looks at me and focuses completely on me.

“I’m such a mess,” I confess, burying my face in my hands. Even though I’m not crying, I feel a tear on my cheek. “I want him,” I say finally, and hear Ryan chuckle.

“Of course you want him. How could it be otherwise?”

“I’m such a bad friend. What friend wants to fuck his best friend? Fucking shit, I want to fuck him so bad!” I clench my fists. "I want him to mount me and take me from behind, you know? To stuff his dick in my pussy and stretch me out till I leak his cum all over my floor and then I want to turn around and... Shit..." I stifle a sob. Sage can cry all she wants. I need to be strong, up here, alone, away from him. "I want to be his girlfriend."

“Of course you want that,” he says again, patiently. “And the best relationships grow out of friendships. Believe me. And with Finn, you’re in the right place for that, I can assure you.”

“But he is… and he is like so many others… and Sage is…”

“Listen,” he says calmly and sits me down on the couch where I almost made the biggest mistake of my life. He sits beside me and takes my hand. “Finn took years, years to realize that he loves his sister." My eyes grow wide on this topic. "And now he finally acts on his feelings and takes what is offered to him. So you're in a good spot, offering yourself to him... As a package with Sage. And it's the good thing to do, believe me. He's perfect for the friends-to-lovers story of your life, and wouldn't want it any other way. And you two, together with Sage, fit perfectly together. In the group too. And we?" His hands brush over my arm. "We’re both at a point in our lives that’s going to be very important for us. Tonight will determine a lot about who we are and what kind of people we become. And Finn will be the one making that decision, okay?” I look at him, but I know he’s right. "He's good at deciding over your future story. I cares for us." I want to believe him. I want to give in to him, allow my feelings for Finn to take over.

“But I can’t,” I squeal, and now I feel my own tears coming. “I’m a good girl. A Christian girl! I just can’t get into a three-way relationship with him and Sage.”

“He has more girls than just her.”

“Fuuuuuck!” Again, my face lands in my palms. Then I feel his hand on my bare back, reassuring me as he caresses my skin while I rub my face.

“I have a feeling that I’m not completely equipped to talk about god and his plans for us,” he confesses. “But wouldn’t he want for you the same thing that Finn wants?”

“But I don’t know what he wants,” I whine. “Fuck I don’t even know what I want?”

"You want him?" I take a moment. And another. Then I nod. “And do you think he wants you?”

“I think…” But that’s not correct. I can't think. Not in this situation. Not with a head that seems full of two people.

And not with a heart full of love.

This is how I feel. And I believe.

“I believe that he wants me to be good and happy,” I speak the truth of my heart. “And I believe he is good for me.”

“And do you think you are good for him?” It is proper to see that he cares for him as well. I nod.

“I hope so. I want to be. I feel… I feel I can be… good for him.”

“We should be going,” Sage murmurs on my chest but doesn’t move. Much to the amusement of the older lady who walked past us with her dog without saying a word, we’ve been standing there arm in arm for what feels like an eternity. The poor thing must be burning with desire, I know, but I also know that the time for desire will come.

“You decide,” I whisper in her ear and stroke her smooth black hair. Then I notice her pulling away from me. Now that this is settled, there’s only one more thing left on the list of things I can salvage for Sage.

“There’s something wrong with me,” she says, a sense of realization in her voice. “Something with my brain… or something… I don’t know, but… Me and Sofia… we are…” Helpless, she looks so cute and precious. I could hug her forever. “I think... We think we're going crazy.”

“You care for her,” I say, simple and easy to understand. "And she for you. That's all to it, promise." Sage doesn't need any talking right now, not another set of thoughts in her head besides those of her and Sofia. I stay external, supporting in this messy situation full of love, lust and melted thoughts and when things are calm, then I will...

“Can you help us?” That happened faster than I thought. I'm proud of her. "Please help us be friends. Like..." She nibbles on her lip in this cute way only sexy girls can. "Can we both be your new friends? Like..."

“More like girlfriends,” I state and hope the time the dare has set is over. I don't want to ruin it for Ryan but it feels so good to lead this beautifully strong girl. I get not words but an intimate hug for an answer. Good answer, Sage. Good answer.

I grab her hand and lead her. Into the warmth of Ryan's flat. Into my life. And to Sofia.

To Sofia, who is standing nervously in the room as Sage and I enter. Suddenly it all seems very awkward, standing there in our underwear, the girls wet and horny and I in charge. Well, that doesn't seem strange at all, as Ryan confirms with a nod of approval, seeing Sage clinging to my arm like life itself.

Wordlessly, I guide her toward the clothes Ryan has already laid out for her. We get dressed, not saying a word, yet it's a silence I like. Sofia watches us, and I wonder, my shirt pulled across my body, one arm in the air, if she notices the large dark patch between her legs. Finally, she realizes she's about to be the only person in the room wearing just underwear, and her heavy blushing makes me grin under my shirt. Then I put on my shorts. Ryan on the sofa watches me. But just as I'm about to turn to Sofia, Sage steps forward. This time she's wearing her shirt, her peachy ass bulging beneath her lace panties.

"Sofia... I... uh..." She turns to me, but I let her speak. It's something the two girls have to sort out between themselves. "I know I haven't always behaved correctly in the short time we've known each other." Sofia, who is getting dressed, pulls on her jeans and gasps as her lap touches the stiff fabric, but maintains eye contact.

"I haven't always been fair to you either," she admits quietly. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too!" Sage manages to press out, having wanted to apologize first. "I was angry, but this friendship... our friendship... the people I care about so much..."

"You didn't hurt me. I hurt myself. But that's over now." Sofia, half-naked, approaches Sage, who is also half-naked. They take each other's hands.

"I talked to Finn." She sounds pleased. "And I want... I would like to... be..."

"Together?" Sofia asks, hopefully.

"Yes, please." It doesn't need to be said. Perhaps it can't even be said. Together can mean a lot of things in this situation. But only good things ant that is what Ryan and I wanted to achieve this evening. So it seems that the two of them are finally happy to be walking this path together. Together, they can get through this crazy situation.

Together with me.

"Seeing you both like this really does me good," I say, approaching the couple. I don't want to loosen their bond, but rather strengthen it. But they both decide to turn their gaze toward me, and if I've learned one thing this evening, it's not to resist the will of Sage DeSanto and Sofia Wilkins. So I accept their presence and receive the first of what will surely be many double hugs. "Wow," I grin as the two girls, one in just a bra, the other without a skirt, snuggle up to me. "I did the least of all of us." But no one disagrees. Ryan got what he wanted, just like Sofia and Sage. And so did I.

“Oh, how beautiful,” Ryan says, pushing his agenda a little further. A final message, so to speak. “But there’s one thing I want from Sofia this evening, and then it's a wrap.”

“Right,” she blushes in that beautiful way while standing beside me. She takes a step back, leaving Sage by my side. The Latina girl is still clinging to my arm, the fabric of her panties rubbing against my pants. “Finn?” Sofia seems to be fighting against something, something important to her.

“I’m not going to do this without you,” I hear Sage say beside me as she presses herself tightly against me. “Please help me, Sofia.” I want to look at her, show her how proud I am of her. But the movement of the pink bra and the shuffling of bare feet in denim make me turn my head to Sofia…

Her hands land exactly where Sage’s were before. Here, the two are alike.

Sofia kisses me on the cheek. Quick and hasty, but so, so cute. I can smell her lovely scent, feel her breath on my skin and almost hear her heart pounding.

She says nothing as she steps back, and I know she understands what this gesture means. She tries to smile, but can't quite manage it because she's so focused on doing nothing more than kissing. She's so strong.

"Happy now?" she finally asks, looking over at Ryan. Her expression has changed. She no longer seems rushed or stressed. She seems... at peace. Ryan nods.

"Now get dressed so Finn and I can clean the apartment."

'When are you coming home?' Rose is taking tender care of me over text. I have to admit, though, that it's already very late.

'Just a second. Last beer with Ryan, then I'm on my way.'

'Ooooh beer? Big brother is drinking his sorrows away even if my hot little bod is waiting at home? What about the dual chicks?' I grin.

'I think you'll like them both. Really much.' Rosesends back a love you smiley.

And then something more spicy.

'Making myself presentable for the best boyfriend master a girl could ask for. Don't leave me waiting, hunhun.'

God, I love this woman.

"So," Ryan says, plopping down next to me on the sofa. "What a day." We clink glasses. Beer. I rarely drink ****, but bringing Sage and Sofia together, and bringing them to me, is something that deserves a beer in the evening.

"Cheers," I say, taking a big gulp.

"So how was I as your wingman?" I **** on my beer and cough. Does he... Nah, I decide. That can't be.

"They're incredible, don't you think?" I ask instead, focusing on the important people, Sage and Sofia. Ryan nods.

"You think you can handle them? Sofia in particular." He sounds... He doesn't sound worried. He knows me. But he sounds like me when I think that something might happen to Rose.

"Is there anything I need to know?" I want to know for honesty. "Wait. You and her...did you..." He shrugs.

"She wanted to."

"Oh." Likewise, it’s not an accusing statement from me. And Ryan acknowledges it. “Sofia is a good person. Way stronger than I would be in her position.” He looks at me, then away and sips on his beer. "She's in love with you. Maybe even longer than Sage is."

"I know," I say and so the lines are drawn in the sand. And Ryan respects me. I respect him for that. Again, way stronger tghan I would be in his position.

“Maybe she needs you more than Sage does,” he adds. "Sage has freedom now. But Sofia, with you as her BF..." he smiles. "She needs to know that she can be mean sometimes. Even towards you. And still has you as her man in her life." Then he looks at me again, more seriously. He's almost like a big brother in these situations where I treat him more as my partner in crime. "You have to make sure she knows how safe she is with you, okay? Say will dig this shit, we both know. But you have to show Sofia that darkness is a part of life and she still has you in the end."

“And I will show Sage that she can be open with me,” I confirm Ryan’s thoughts. It wasn't just the two girls who linked their brains today. We clink bottles again, and the sound echoes through the now empty and tidy apartment. "One of them needs to lead, I guess," I shrug. "While I'm away with the other girls, but for their own sake as well."

"You're thinking of Sage," he confirms my thoughts. "She would be strong and a protector."

"She would bring them adventure that could bring them together."

"And Sofia would bring security that would make them stronger." A brief pause as the television broadcasts the silent news. What a surprise. More crime in the city again.

“I’ll make sure they both have everything they need,” I say firmly, not deciding right away. But Ryan is right. They both know their feelings for me and I need to decide one of them to lead the other till they are one person. Maybe I can change it up a bit. Today it seems they're able to switch personalities from time to time, but then it's only logical for them to merge both girls into one, new type of girl. That would be the end product. Reaching this is my responsibility, and they both trust me. So I need to come up with a plan for them to behave in a tricky situation when the toughs melt and the world seems crazy. And here too, Ryan is right.

If something were to happen, Sage would be a strong leader who would guide them together with a sense of adventure and lust for experimentation, I'm quite sure. Today, she was more like Sofia, but from now on she knows that's okay. So her steming hot latine temper might be a good choice for the next situation where they both need to behave in a new, combined way.

Of course, Sofia would be more gentle, now that she knows the darkness inside. I will make sure she meets it with the warmth I like... Now I can say I love about her. As soon as we three meet again and my cute little brain melted girls merch again, Sofia could be the leader and help Sage be more ****, seek help, mostly in me of course, and show her that trust with me is a given. I'm sure, under her guidance, both of them would face the merging part of their lives with not so much adventure, but courious and safe, gentle experimenting and so on.

A strange topic but one that needs proper thinking on my part. I need to find a solution on how the girls face the life they will lead with me in the future. Sage and adventure, or Sofia and gentleness? One point is clear, like I said a moment ago to my best friend and wingman. I will make sure they have what they need for that.

“I know you will" Ryan answers. "There’s no doubt about that. And whoever you choose as their leader, I know you’ll take good care of them both.”

And then he leans toward me, cups my face, and pulls me close.

His lips touch my forehead, pressing against my skin. It’s intimate, but in a completely different way than with Sage or Sofia. It’s a bond that will never break while he givey up all the potential with Sofia, and maybe even Sage, hands it to me and trusts me with one of his closest friends.

“Take care of my girls,” he says, and lets go.

“I will,” I promise, rubbing my forehead.

“And now fuck off. Your girlfriend is waiting for you at home.”

“Yeah yeah,” I laugh and throw my jacket over my shoulder.

Seeing him there, sitting on the couch, after this day, I know I can count on him. As a friend and my wingman.

And with that, I leave the apartment and head out into the darkness for the nearest subway station.

Message from the author:

I absolutely had to include the kiss with Ryan. Sorry guys. ;) I'm becoming quite risk-tolerant as the story progresses. But I'm just glad I sorted things out with Sofia. God, I'd have hated myself if I had sent her to Ryan first and then to you. Sorry, Ryan, but you'll get your reward for being such a perfect wingman.

And I didn't had to include the picture of Rose, but I figured you wouldn't mind too badly, right? A good way of include some of the selfie pics her model often took and spice up the chapter. I mean, that's what a harem is for, sexually. So that I don't leave you completly blue balled...

And you'll get the poll, which I'm personally very interested in. I hope I described it well in this chapter, but I see two paths Sage and Sofia can take from here on.

The next chapter with them will (very likely) be from their point of view at home/work. Probably in a few in-game days. They'll experiment with their path (and the results of the poll in the next chapter). Until then, you can decide who should take the lead if such a situation arises.

Sage would approach the crazy fact that she can sense the feelings, thoughts, and sensations of others (and the poll result next chapter) in a very adventurous way. She'd experiment and find it all exciting to test things out, test both their bodies and powers. So, to put it bluntly, more sex with Finn, more nudity, more risky situations. You'd turn the pair into more of a bad girl duo, but deep down (Sofia's part) they're very sweet, cute, and ****. Tough on the outside, soft on the inside.

With Sofia as the leader, it would be the other way around. Cautious experimentation, a focus on kindness and cheesy situations with duty in mind. Duty to try out various sex positions, conducting many experiments in different situations and powers. Still much sex, but more loving than risky. A responsible approach to the crazy situation, controlled experimentation, but ultimately also positive experiences, lots of cuddling, and the duty to "train" every hole for her boyfriend like good, Christian housewives do. Not that Sage would mind. The two of them would then be a good girl duo, with Sage making sure that sometimes bad, bad little girl things happen. Soft shell, spicy insides.

What do you want?

https://strawpoll.com/xVg71brwQyr