Tell Cheryl to finish what she started. 10+, she will, +1 Forward

The nice young fireman from the county fire station comes by and lets you know that they have some coveralls they could give you. "I mean, they're plastic, like one of those big mailing envelopes, but they'd do to get you home."

"I'll take you up on that, hon," you tell him. "Cheryl, let's go change, hmmm? We had to run off in a hurry and you didn't finish your pie." You give her a little wink. She blinks, then smiles back, a pink glow showing up on her cheeks. The glow looks good on her. Cheryl's face is youthful, round and smooth, almost a baby face except for her smile lines and her curly silver hair. "Did you want the shower first?"

"I don't mind, Mary," Cheryl says. "Or we could share." She looks a little bashful in front of the nice young fireman, but it looks like it's going right past him, God bless him.

The fireman guides you to the women's locker room. It's not quite a closet. It has a bench, some lockers, and a shower stall with two heads. One of the shower heads has a hose attached with one of those dial-a-massage ends, the other one's just a regular spray nozzle.

Once you and Cheryl are in the room -- there's not actually a lock on the door, it just swings like some restroom doors -- you peel off the rescue blankets, fold them, and stack them on one end of the bench.

"I hoped you caught my meaning out there," you say. "After how we had to leap up in the midst of one of the nicest sweetest things a lady can do with her lady friend."

Cheryl gives you a big smile. "I wasn't sure, but that's what I hoped you meant. Let's turn on the shower. You want to sit at the other end of the bench, I'll get down on a towel?"

"Hon, I am so happy you want another slice of my pie," you tell her. "Let's do it."

Roll +HARD(+1) using GET FUCKED when Cheryl eats you. 9 + 1 = 10. Choose 3.

• You cum.
• She eats your ass.
• Take +1 Forward.

Cheryl turns on the shower. You take a couple of towels. One goes on one end of the bench, the other towel on the floor next to that end. You sit on the end of the bench and part your knees. Cheryl comes back and kneels on the towel between your legs.

"Mary," she says, her bright blue eyes shining. "I'm so happy you asked. I love your taste."

"Even with pool water and soap?" you say.

"Especially with pool water and soap," Cheryl says. "Bless us Lord, and these gifts we are about to receive from your bounty. Amen."

"Yes, hon," you say as she bends her head and starts eating your pie. She's off in a rush, licking your lips wide open, then zigzagging her way up to your pearl. Oh. A wave of warmth radiates from your lady-lips over your whole body, leaving you hot and tingling. She's good at this. Must be a lot of ladies in town that Cheryl takes straight to Heaven. And you're the next. Your hips tremble. You put your hands behind you and ease yourself back to lie on the bench. "Oh, all praises," you murmur. "Love and joy and light. Send me to Heaven, hon, right to Heaven."

And Cheryl does. Wave after wave of joy and pleasure wash over you, God's gift, a foretaste of Heaven. So wonderful to receive, to give, to share. Your toes curl, your hips rock, your head bows forward and tilts back up to the sky, the glowing lamps on the ceiling of the lady firefighters' locker room. She keeps going. You press your lips together, holding back a cry of joy that comes out as a whimper.

Then Cheryl does something naughty. Lifting your knees, she bends your legs back and bows her head again. Then there's a tickle right where Marcy licked you. There.

"Oh hon that's my dirt hole," you say. "Do you really want to?"

"Yes Mary," Cheryl says, and bows down again.

Ohhhh. Such a tickle. With Marcy it made your legs weak so you had to stop. With you on your back, Cheryl's free to keep going and going. Your hips twitch with little electric jolts. Oh oh oh oh oh. Your back tightens. Your face flushes hot. Your pearl aches for touch.

So you touch. A bolt of joy comes from Heaven, connecting your finger and your pearl and your dirt hole and Cheryl's tongue. You strain with each wave of pleasure and warmth and then relax, letting it wash through you.

Until all is quiet. You feel the bench under you. The lights shine down right in your eyes. You're hot and sweaty and you can smell your own girl juice. But you still glow with pleasure. Every joint and sinew is warm and loose.

"Oh hon," you tell Cheryl. "That was wonderful. But we shouldn't linger in the shower."

Cheryl laughs. "The shower."

"This time for real," you say. "Help me up?"

Cheryl helps you to your feet and makes sure you don't fall as you wobble toward the running shower. My big sister was one of the first, that nice young fireman said. Big sis must have done her washing-up under this very shower after a fire or a rescue.

"I didn't taste too bad in back, there?" you ask Cheryl.

She smiles and shakes her head. "Little bit," she says. "I don't know, a little bitter, a little funky maybe. But if your man already likes doing that with other ladies, I wouldn't worry a bit. Watching Marcy do it to you, I wanted to know what that was like. Needed to, I guess. And oh, my, did you come."

"I did," you say. "Bless you and thank you. Now I know what I did for Annabelle, I know that's a gift for me too."

"And I know if one of my girlfriends wants it, I'll say yes," Cheryl says. "At least probably yes. Bless you and thank you."

You wash up, dry, and dress up in the big plastic coveralls. They're smooth and a little waxy with kind of a grain like those white shipping envelopes have. You could imagine using them for painting, or some really grungy messy cleaning. You suppose firefighters have to do that sometimes.

You have 3 XP, +0 Hard, +3 Hot, +0 Cool, -1 Control, and the Character Moves Truth, Mistress, Mind Control, and Touch Yourself.

What's your next Move? (taking +1 Forward)

• Let Cheryl get picked up. Stay and STALK one of the county firemen. Maybe that nice young fellow. Roll +COOL(+1).

• Give Cheryl a ride home and stay at her place. You can roll +COOL(+1) to STALK one of her menfolk. You could even keep your hands off him using TOUCH YOURSELF. Or just go along and be sociable and rest in her guest room and don't bring trouble to her home. Cheryl's shorter and rounder than you, so you can't easily borrow her clothes.

• Drive to your insurance agent's office. Explain the situation, start the paperwork, and STALK HIM. Roll +COOL(+1).